Beautiful Fuck Ups

I Know What You Are - Enoch & Quiet

Enoch's POV

    Being death, you lose track of time. I've had no clue what year it was since I was... spawned? I don't even remember exactly what that year was either. They didn't keep track of time back then.

    Standing here and looking at Quiet, I have no idea if she really sixteen or six hundred, time didn't exist in certain species. I know Angels in particular were just sent by God to complete tasks and then they usually left, however, killing her mother had been Quiet's task. Her still being here was a mystery which is why I'd ordered her assassination, she was an unknown, unknowns didn't last long and were always used for Lucifer's games in this realm. The human realm was full of deceit and anger, everyone you come across here had a sad story behind them. I had to have a thicker skin here because the sob stories had almost lead me to let a few souls off. A lot of well-known serial murderers were on that list, they always seemed to have the saddest stories.

    The problem with this realm is that they had no set rules, black and white didn't exist, it was all grey. The line in between was non-existent. Quiet's case for instance, in the other realms it would've made her a bad soul, but she was one of the purest in this realm, simply because the species here were ruled by emotions. Revenge, guilt, hatred, and love were the ones that caused the most trouble and they didn't exist anywhere else. Mates did exist but it was very biological and systematic, you were mated to create a certain type of offspring, everyone had a purpose in the other realms, they were easy to deal with because they understood the need for the end, death. Humans did not, they didn't understand why they needed to move on so others could exist. Humans were also extremely selfish and unpredictable, while they were ruled by emotions, those emotions also changed at the drop of a hat. They could as easily say they loved someone as they could knife them in the back all in the name of self-preservation. Humans were the deadliest and most toxic species that were ever created and in that toxicity it created Lucifer, because the real ruler of the universe was Balance and she was a scary motherfucker. All of a sudden, we needed somewhere for bad souls to go to, a place that didn't have mercy, Lucifer saw this when he was an angel and was told to create this place, however, as the situations became more dire he fell in love with the manipulation and brutality of it all and he became Satan. Another one was going to pop up soon if humanity completely stopped being scared of him and it was coming to an abrupt end, people just did whatever they wanted now and it was disturbing the peace.

    To be clear, I wasn't created by God or Satan or any other deities, Balance created all of us to keep her realms in order. The ladder was: Balance, Death (Me and three others), Deities, Supernaturals and finally mortals.

     Quiet was silent as she watched me think this all over and I had to scowl because I knew what she was but she was oblivious and I had no idea what she was going to be capable of, she was also different than the rest of us, she'd had a life and task beforehand, none of us had known where the energy or call was coming from but standing in front of her, it became abundantly clear. She was going to be the Angel Of Death.

     I grinned cryptically at her and raised my eyebrow. "I'm aware you killed your mother that comes with being death Hun. I was wondering if you had any other surprises up your sleeve, however, I sadly believe I'm aware of them before you are." She frowned at me in confusion, her golden eyes moving rapidly as she tried to answer my riddle. I couldn't look away from her face, she had the most amazing facial expressions, she was a complete open book and it fascinated me since I could barely form a smile without killing someone. I watched as her expression finally cleared in realization and she took step back from me which allowed to waltz past her and to her bed. I leaned back with arms behind my head so I could look away from her. "I have no idea what the hell you're talking about." She spits in anger before quickly pulling herself together. The angry tension that had once filled the air was now showing hints of sexual tension as well, we were both denying ourselves the temptation to touch each other and anger had a way of heightening those senses. After all, angry sex was the best, or so I'd heard.

Get a fucking grip, you can't think about that with her five feet away from you, I reminded myself.

      Tuning back into the conversation I sent her a smirk. "No, you don't, not really. You're a child basically who has no idea the ramifications of what you are." I spit back. She was a threat to my life. She scoffs before going into the bathroom and returning with dried hair and no towel. Her hair was still the same. "I'm not a child, I'm 145." She informs me, raising her hand to her hip in defiance. I get up from the bed and tower over her. "Then you're a child, that's not even an eighth of the time I've been living. You'd do better to remember who the man here is," I growl not liking her tone. Her eyebrows quirk in humour before quickly raising in astonishment. She raises her palm at me and I look sideways at it before looking back at her, silently daring her to lay a hand on me. She slowly lowers it before basically growling out "You better fucking take that back. I don't give a flying fuck what you are, you do not get to put me down or walk all over me because of my gender, I can't kill you but I'll make sure your soul is shattered from never being fulfilled if you EVER say that shit again. You understand?" She glares up at me, her chest heaving and face turning red from her anger. I smirked at her and her face turned even redder as I leaned into her, moving my mouth to her hear. "Good to know where you stand on the subject. Whether you like it or not princess we're mates and if you shatter my soul, I'll shatter yours, I'm all about equality." She breathed in quickly as my lips brushed her ear and I grinned in triumph, at least I could gain a reaction from her. "You're an asshole," she breathes. I just hum in response and move away not liking how my body was reacting to her being so close, it was dangerous. I was dangerous.

    She gulps as I move and takes a second to recompose herself before blinking up at me. "Please tell me what I am? Why am I constantly having my life threatened when all I've done is my task?" She begs. I frown down at her. "You're the Angel of Death and you may or may not be the death of me." I smirked somberly at my joke. "It's been a race of sorts, me trying to kill you so you wouldn't kill me. I didn't even know what you were, all I knew was that I was basically being forced to find you and not in the mate way. My soul was being threatened, you threaten me." I say.

    Her eyes widen in shock before she finally looks terrified. "Do you want to kill me now?" She asks. I just stare at her blankly. "It's – painful. I'm being pulled in two opposite directions with you. One half wants me to kill you, burn your soul so you're gone forever while I can still kill you but the other half wants to drag you to that bed and finish this whole bonding dilemma which we're both ignoring," I respond point blank pointing to the bed. She takes several steps back from me with her hands out in front of her. I can feel my eyes changing to the orangey red that takes over when I'm switching or in between forms. Death really wants to make an appearance. She stops what she's doing and looks at herself in the mirror behind me. Her eyes have turned silver in reaction to my challenge, her own form showing. She gasps and covers her eyes shaking her head back and forth as her hair whips around. I gain control of myself and look around her shitty living space. I pick her up in my arms but she doesn't even notice. "I'm taking you to a friend of mine, you're going to stay there. I'm not letting you stay here."

     Peyton was going to kill me.

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Hey guys,

 So....kind of an information chapter, boring, it's why I haven't updated in awhile, I've had writer's block because I needed to get this info out of the way but it's so boring and I was trying to get it to fit Enoch's personality. You can ask Ember how many drafts I had her read. It was insane. *Rolls eyes*

Anyways, Happy New Year, Merry Christmas and Happy Thanksgiving for you Americans.

Dreams and the Bitchatchoes.