In the darkness of midnight one would expect to hear the owls hooting amongst themselves, scouting for their next meal and bugs buzzing, flying towards the moon in a hopeless attempt to get to the light, but what you wouldn't expect to hear, is the soft sobs of what sounded like a child.
Gabriel's hands that were swinging as he hung upside down on a tree limb halted as the faint sound made its way to his ears. He sat up right and jumped down, but instead of falling into the swamp below him, he floated just inches above the water like a cloud in air. Walking towards where the sound was, he spotted a child sitting with his back turned to him on a large boulder hugging his knees to his chest while softly crying. What is he doing here, he thought curiously.
He moved to take a step forward, but the child whipped his head around as if he could hear him, and as he did so Gabriel went and hid behind a moss covered tree. The child turned back around and began to sob a little louder. Wow, what a cry baby, Gabriel thought shaking his head. He moved until he was in front of the boy and knelt down. The boys head was buried in his knees, and when he look up he gasped and scooted back. How can he even see me?!
❝W-who are y-you? P-please don't h-hurt me! I'll d-do anything you want!❞ Said the kid which spoke in a hoarse, whimpering voice with nothing but, fear and sadness in his eyes. As Gabriel opened his mouth to speak, an uninvited guest showed up to the crowd.
❝Ugh, does that involve shutting up?❞ The blackette cracked his neck and knuckles then leaned down into the kids face, scaring him even more. ❝Aye, Kid, what's your problem causing all this ruckus in the middle of the damn century!❞
Gabriel looked astonished as he stared at the man before him. He didn't know weather to be happy, mad, or down right confused at the moment. ❝L-Luci? Is that you?❞ He asked like a girl from a horror movie scene. The blackette looked up with an irritated twitch in his eye. ❝Nope, it's Donald fucking Trump.❞ Gabriel let a chuckled escape his mouth as he decided he'd deal with his sarcastic friend later. Turning back to the scared little boy, he spoke.
❝You wanted to know who I am, right?❞ Gaining a slow nod, he continued. ❝My names Gabriel, and I don't want to, nor will hurt you. Now that you know something about me, can you pretty please tell me why you're crying?❞ I can't read his name, or life span, weird. A groan was heard from the black haired male, a sure sign of impatience.
❝I ran away from home and got lost in the forest. I used to come here a lot with my mother, but things have gotten real bad ever since she left and I can't take the beatings anymore!❞ The blackette tagged in cutting off Gabriel once again. ❝Where is she? Your mom I mean, like is she and your dad divorced?❞ The kid chuckled. A sad and amused chuckle, but a chuckle none the less. ❝Gone. Daddy says she left to a better place and she won't be back. That was three years ago to today, and I just don't think I like being hit for no reason anymore...❞
❝It's okay.❞ Gabriel whispered into the boy ear as he began sobbing into his knees once again. He and the blackette shared knowing looks as a voice sounded in both their ears. A voice telling them it was time to get back to work. A voice telling them to protect and serve until the end of days, or at least until his last humanly breathe. ❝Aye Kid!❞ The blackette yelled getting the boys attention and crouching down, much to his dislike. ❝Ever heard of making a deal with the devil?❞ The boy nodded slowly as fear over powered what peace at mind he had left. ❝Well you're about to make a deal with an angel...and the original devil.❞
Gabriel sighed as the two stood up from the boy still frozen in shock. All that could be heard was a gasping sound and the flocking of birds as morning came emitting a glow over the angelic creatures. A pair of wings as golden as the morning sun casting it's reflection on a still pond that held a certain un-told beauty in them were revealed on the back of Gabriel. The man said to be "Luci" slit his wrist with his elongated black nails causing blood to gush and spill. ❝So what do you say? Wanna make a deal with angels?❞ The boy nodded his head as the thought, what have I got to lose, ran through his mind.
Gabriel pulled him up and into his arms. The taller, much more mature boy hugged the smaller broken boy in his arms as his wings shielded them from the shinning light of the morning sun. ❝I, Gabriel Saint, promise to keep you safe at all costs, for all eternity. I will raise you to be the best person you can be, and teach you the ways of this world until you are old enough to make decisions on your own. Until then, yet forever and always, I will protect you.❞ Gabriel's soft, smooth voice soothed the small boy nerves and put him at ease. He made him feel like he never had to worry about another thing in life ever again.
Lucifer, who was also shielded by the wings put his bleeding wrist up to the boys mouth. The boys eyes widened and Lucifer sighed before pulling the boys head back by his hair -slightly rough- making the boy gasp. He took that opportunity to put the bleeding part of his wrist over the boys mouth and as his blood dripped into the boys mouth he began to speak. ❝I, Lucifer Morning'Star, promise to always keep you safe at any cost. Your life is now worth more than mine, and I shall protect it like it is. No one will ever come close to harming you again, not in this eternity and not in the next, and the ones who have, will have their judgment day soon, I'll make sure of that.❞ Lucifer's deep, gruff voice made the boy feel protected and at home, like nothing could get to him.
For the first time he felt complete.
❝I forgot to ask, what's your name?❞ Gabriel asked as his wings faded back into nothing, but air. The small boy giggled and flashed a bright smile making the other boys smile. His smile is cute.., they both thought.
❝It's Sinclair, Sinclair Arlond.❞ Sinclair Arlond? An Arlond heir? But he only has three sons and two are twin babies and a daughter, which means....
❝Hey Sin, I have a question for you. Where do you want to go?❞ Lucifer's question broke Gabriel's train of thought, and for the moment he was glad for that.
❝I never thought of that, maybe I'll just go to Boston. I've always loved seafood.❞
And that was the start of an Arlond's heir journey with his two, guardian angels....even one was fallen.
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❝Explain to me how you got here Lucifer. I mean, did you really think -even a split second- that I would just let the fact that you're supposed to be trapped in hell slide? Because if so, you've put the mad in madly mistaken.❞ Gabriel said, only loud enough for the male next to him to hear. They were watching Sinclair as he playing with a frog at the pond a few meters away.
Lucifer chuckled before wiping a stay piece of hair out of his face. ❝I was in my cage playing cards with, well myself, when the doors suddenly opened.❞
❝The cage opened by itself?❞ Gabriel asked astonished.
❝No, the doors to the human world appeared and opened, but almost right before that I heard the annoying crying of that kid and well, it seemed like he triggered the door to appear.❞ Gabriel gasped as Lucifer leaned back against the tree that Gabe was sitting in.
❝That's...incredible. Well, at least father isn't mad and doesn't seem to want to send you back.❞ Gabriel said childishly swinging his legs back and forth.
❝I suppose you're right, but I know one thing is for sure, I really owe my freedom to that kid.❞ Lucifer said in a serious tone. I still don't feel like I'm free though, Lucifer thought, but kept it to himself.
❝Yeah, he must be special.❞ Gabriel said what they were both thinking out loud. Sinclair laughed as the frog hopped on a Lilly pad, causing water to splash up and onto his face.
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