The Fallen Angel

Chapter VIII

I found myself standing at his front door. I waited and waited, until I finally raised my hand and knocked. It took a few seconds before he answered and his face turned into one of surprise as he opened the door.

"Olivia," he scratched the back of his head.

"Can we talk?" I rocked on the balls of my feet.

"Yeah, of course," he blurted out quickly and stepped aside so that I could walk in. I had only ever seen the outside of it, but the inside was just as large. It felt empty; it wasn't warm or welcoming, only a place where he slept and ate. I took a quick peak around and noticed piles of old books lying on the living room table next to necklaces and glass containers.

"Am I intruding?" I asked, turning around. He had dark circles under his eyes and his hands hidden in his pockets. There was an unbearable tension between us.

"No, not at all," he said quickly.

"Have you spoken to Sarah? She thinks you're ignoring her," I said distractedly. It wasn't what I had come to speak about but it was on my mind. I thought it could break the ice.

"I am ignoring her."

"Why are you with her then?"

"I'm an outcast Olivia. I don't belong among humans, so blending into the crowd is crucial for this plan to work."

"Clearly your tactics aren't very efficient." I meant to say it passively, but it came out as more of a judgemental remark.

"What do you mean?" he squinted and approached me.

"Maybe you would've made the connection if you had answered Sarah's phone call."

"Spit it out Olivia. I'm not playing your guessing game."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I shouted and from the look on his face, he knew exactly what I was talking about.

"I was going to. It was only a matter of time before you would've figured it out anyway," he said, not a shred of emotion showing on his face.

"So what does this mean for me?" my voice cracked as a ball rose in my throat. His face softened and he scratched the back of his head, flexing his arm as he tried to figure out what to say.

"I don't know," he said honestly. "We hadn't anticipated that he would find you so soon."

"So it's true?" Tears spilled over my eyes. He nodded slowly. "I'm the devil's mate?" It was the oddest and scariest thing I had ever said. I had never believed in such things, but it seemed like everything I had ever known was a lie.

"How is this possible? Why haven't I heard of this before?"

"It is an ancient prophecy that was created before Lucifer was casted out of heaven. It was made as a loophole, as it was clear that he was going to be sent away forever. It has never been spoken of on Earth and only high ranked angels know of it. It was kept secret for millenniums and viewed as an old myth, until the day you were born. It caused a divided opinion in the realm as many people had little hope for your survival. But a guardian angel was sent to protect you, hide you from the dangers that you would face. That angel was your Mother," he explained gently, trying to soften the blow as I took in his words.

"Then I am an angel?" He shook his head.

"No, you are a human. Both your parents are mortal."

"I don't understand."

"You were adopted right after you were born. You were raised by her, and she used her light to cast away any darkness that wished to harm you. Your existence was unknown for most of your life, until she disappeared."