All Angel, No Wings

All Angel, No Wings (Ch. 15)

All Angel, No Wings (15)

            Nathan paced back and forth furiously, pulling at his hair with clenched fists. He was so angry at himself for not knowing better. How could he be so daft? Such a… digga?

            He continued to pace, stealing quick glances at the knocked out boy slumbering peacefully on his bed. “Why?” He asked Sammy, knowing he couldn’t answer. “Why did we have to be enemies? I know I might’ve not been the best boyfriend in the world, but I tried. You opened my eyes, you really did. I suppose I could almost say that I was falling in love with you.”

            Anger filtered through him yet again, “But then you had to go and turn out to be the very same thing I’ve been hunting for centuries on end. How long have you been loitering around waiting, Sammy? A mere adolescent, yet you let yourself be blinded by love. You were waiting for me to come along, waiting for someone to hold.” Nathan looked down, shamed, “And so was I.”

            He looked at Sammy for the second time, noting the perfection before him. Cascades of midnight hair fell into the young boy’s face. His thin and frail face looked translucent under the pale white shimmer of the full moon, shining effortlessly through the window. Though Sammy had unnecessary piercings clouding up his full lips, he still looked flawless.

            In fact, Nathan thought Sammy looked more flawless than the day they had met. His childlike face had broadened, his hair became silkier, and his skin was creamy smooth. All in all, he finally looked like a man.

            “Sammy,” Nathan sighed, knowing that the boy could not respond, continued, “If you can hear me, please. If not, then this is a waste of breath.” He fumbled with his hands, feeling small under the weight of confession. “Alright. When you awake, this will all be forgotten. I will see to it as such. But, I have to get this off my chest. I’m demon Nathaniel, born of Abaddon, who was my father. I feed on human flesh to survive, and killing is my hobby. I’m here because I was sent to find the angel baby – the tipping scale between the battle of heaven and hell. He would make or break our chances of ruling.” He chuckled bitterly, “If only I hadn’t been so blind, huh? Sammy, you’re the angel baby, and I was sent here to kill you.”

            He turned on his heel, away from Sammy. “But, how can I kill you? You’re the only one that has ever cared! Not once have I felt the way I feel for you, and now…” He choked back a sob, scolding himself. Demons didn’t cry, especially over angels.

            There was an ever present knock on the bedroom door, and Nathan didn’t have to guess to know who it was. He sighed, “Enter, Mother.”

            She strode in with her head held high, red curtain dress swinging behind her. She acknowledged Nathan with a curt nod, before turning her attention to Sammy. “This is the angel you speak of?”

            “Yes, Mother,” He replied simply.

            “The angel we’ve been hunting?”

            “The very same.” Nathan resisted the urge to tell her that she had not been hunting him. It was all his doings.

            She nodded once more, “Very good job. We shall have him burning in the pits of hell.”

            “No, Mother.” Nathan found himself saying before he could think.

            “Excuse me?”

            He gulped, before, “I said, no. He doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t even know of his rankings.”

            “Preposterous. Are you implying that he does not know that he is an angel?”