Golden wings

Chapter 47 - Tie

The dark was too quiet.

Nothing moved near the shore of the lake, no animal dared to roam as the moon rose. Only one thing was there, but it did not make a move. The armor was sentient, but it took its time to show its conscience. It was still haunted by the sight of those icy eyes.

Ayako had left the lake a few hours ago, and had gone deeper into the woods. But he remained still, fearful of showing he was there.

He moved at last, but not how he should. His claws trembled, just like those gauntlets did. Those noisy metallic jolts did not make justice to the sorrowful wails that echoed in a dark room. Not a single cry was heard in the shadows of the lake.

His heart had pushed away the thought of seeing her again. But he should have known better.

The armor lied there; it allowed the night to surround everything. It could not move, only tremble. Far away... a demon stared at the nothingness. The words still echoed in his tormented mind. She did not remember, and the angel knew. He could still see the pain in amber eyes, the rage when he had glared down, while she called worriedly. The angel gave him a resentful look, because he finally saw with his own eyes what he had done to her. The anger had overwhelmed his angel, once more.

There he was, divided and torn, unable to move either of his two forms. He was afraid, because he knew that she would not remember. She could not. Alexis would not give her a chance to do so. There was no way she would remember, both of them knew well. She had not remembered when she saw those amber eyes. His face had been shadowed by that hood, but she had seen it. She would grasp nothing. Only a few painful words could make her suffer again, or his own fire.

Neither he nor Alexis would help her remember.

The armor finally moved. It stood with erratic and sudden moves, while the light in the helmet turned even darker. Its figure walked away into the dense forest... to keep its watch, with no intention of being seen again.

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A chair was flung to the ground.

Alexis gave a fast kick against the leg of his small table, and hauled it down like he did with the chair. He went straight for his bed, with angry and strong steps. He pushed or kicked out of his way every bag or tool that he found in his path. Everything was always a mess in his nest, but now it was worse.

Abiel cowered, not used to seeing the angel like this. Alexis was breathing heavily, but silently; his figure was shaking with the ire he was keeping inside. Ire he couldn't even understand himself.

Was he like this for seeing her again, after what she had done to him? Or was it for the fact that this place was not off limits for her? Was this rage caused by the endless turmoil that they both gave him? Was he so selfish for wishing some peace?

Or... Was it that he had seen care in those blue eyes again? Did it break him to see that, after having been given pure loathing? Was it fair, for her to show worry, after having pierced him with something that still hurt him?

And she did not have a clue about it.

Why did he feel so angry with her? Why? Why did he resent her, when she had not chosen...?

She had no choice, she was forced. By Uriel. It was his demon who brought all their misery.

He could feel it, now. He knew how strong the hate that angels felt for demons was. He had not felt this since...

No. He could not remember a single day in his life in which he felt this fury. He did not want it. He did not want to feel this. He had been forgiving. But he saw those icy blue eyes again; he had wished to never see them again. He just had sought refuge here; Uriel forced him to do so; and she...