Golden wings

Chapter 42 - Animus

Fucking hell...

He groaned, because he saw two glows in the dark. It was not something he had wanted to see; it was something that he prayed that would not be there, while he came back from the lake. He jumped down a small ledge slowly, and glared at his clearing. His amber eyes looked angrily at the armor, which was still there, near the river and trees, even if it was keeping its distance.

Alexis halted his steps besides the fire, which he had not lighted. He raised his inquisitive gaze to the haunted armor, with an eyebrow raised. The armor did not move; it did not make a single noise. It did not take that spear to explain itself; it was just standing there like the dead. It was like a statue, but those glows were there, always watching from the inside of the helmet. He let his bag fall off his hand onto the ground, to cross his arms.

"I told you to leave."

Silence. It did not even nudge that spear.

Alexis lost his patience. He huffed, and then yelled, exasperated.

"Leave me be I said!"

He could only growl, because the only thing that the armor did was crouch slowly. It sat against a tree, firmly, to show it would not move again.

It was not going to leave. So the angel resigned to take a deep breath and close his eyes. But that did not mean he did not plan to show his anger to Uriel.

Uriel flinched a little when Alexis kicked the ground suddenly, in order to cast sand and dust onto the fire, which the armor had lighted. His angel nodded and smirked spitefully, satisfied that the flames were dying.

He would not accept help. He would eat raw fish if he had to. He hoped Uriel would get it already...

The devil felt another sting in his heart, while his angel grabbed his bag and bolted for his cave. He hid in, and did not get out for the rest of the day.

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The morning was calm and silent.

There was no worry or thought, not until something struck his marionette's helmet, making a loud creak echo through the armor.

Alexis smirked, seeing the armor panic and trash onto the ground, not having expected a rock to be flung its way. Its violet glows glinted with what could be seen as shock and surprise, and then it stared at the rock and ground. Meanwhile, he stepped out his cave, and lashed out mockingly.

"That's for ignoring me again."

Alexis did not flinch when the armor stood to its feet angrily. Its master had been awakened, suddenly and harshly.

The angel rolled his eyes, because the armor seemed to try to growl with a leaned stance, and began to make offended gestures with its gauntlets. But it soon halted and froze, remembering that nothing could be said.

Alexis' glare softened a little when the armor began to fumble with its hands, just like Uriel did. He decided to lower his tone slightly, and tried to make things clear.

"I guess you won't listen... So I won't even bother with you." He let out a snort, and walked back towards his bag and tools. "Maybe you will tire! I bet you must be exhausted already. Do you really have to hurt yourself for nothing?"

The armor stomped a foot onto the ground, and raised its helmet to a side. Without growls or yells, it was not convincing or intimidating at all, it only looked silly...