Essence of Quinn Parts 3 & 4: Papa IV Era & The Main Event - Fate Breaker (MxM)

Temptation

“Andras! Wait!” The black-haired angel halted and his shoulders slumped. He looked back over his shoulder, golden eyes glowing. “Please. Don’t do this.” 

Andras turned around and met his pleading gaze. He was so beautiful that it almost hurt to look at him, especially when knowing this could be the last time he ever laid eyes upon him. 

“I must. There is no other option left. We cannot go on like this. He is right. It is better to be outcast and to live in enlightenment than continue on in this ignorance, this servitude to those...” Andras sighed, perfect brow creased. “Those abominations,” he gritted out. 

The pale angel reached out and stroked a hand down Andras’ armoured chest, his heart breaking at the choice that they would all be forced to make soon enough. The choice that he and Andras had made already.  

Andras had dressed for battle; long hair braided, bronze armour primed, his flaming sword hanging by his side. He looked every bit the fearsome angel of vengeance that he was. 

“I beg you. Stay with me. He will forgive you. He will forgive us both. It doesn’t have to be this way,” the pale angel said, melodic voice cracking. 

Andras took a step towards him, hard eyes softening. He’d always been the stubborn one. Had always been the one to make the tough choices and follow through with them. The two of them were worlds apart, and yet...and yet, they worked. 

Andras cupped his cheek and put their foreheads together. 

“It isn’t too late. Join us,” Andras whispered, gaze burning. He leaned in and kissed his brow tenderly, closing his eyes. “Please.” 

A crystal tear rolled down the pale angel’s cheek. 

“I cannot. I cannot betray Him. I love Him too much,” he breathed. 

Andras shuddered and pulled away, arms dropping to his sides, face suddenly set like flint. 

“And what about me?” 

The pale angel’s eyes met his. 

“You know this is not about you and me. You, of all beings, should understand this choice. I cannot choose anything over Him. I’m ashamed that I even considered it."

Andras scoffed, the air of arrogance he showed to the rest of the world slipping back into place. 

“Then this is goodbye. I wish you well in your endeavours.” 

He turned his back, walking away, and the pale angel’s soul screamed in agony. 

Quinn sucked in a lungful of air, throwing himself upright, wide eyes blinking against the bright light that blinded him. He clawed at his chest, the pain from the dream feeling all too real for a few confused moments. 

What the actual fuck was that?  

He scratched at the brand on his hip and scowled, shuddering when he thought of the fallen angel. A sliver of fear worked its way down his spine. Was Andras calling him again? What the fuck did he want, and why was Quinn dreaming of Andras before he fell? 

He took a few deep breaths to slow his racing heart and willed himself to calm the fuck down. The shame he felt at the visceral reaction of fear at the thought of facing Andras again was enough to bring him back from the edge of the panic attack he could feel building. The usual traumatic memories of what Andras had done to him the last time they met now mixed with the vision of Air from a few days ago, and just for a second, Quinn thought he was going to vomit.