Forever Now *Reboot*

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Kryzstofer’s P.O.V

 I stand up and follow her out of the bedroom. I assume we will be sleeping together judging by the way she has cleaned the bed. Mikaela walks through the large room with a big black box facing an upholstered piece of furniture and a small glass table.

Her house, although filled with useless objects like the black box, is rather nice. Large windows border the walls looking out towards the beautiful blue lake and letting in the smell of the artificial candy made by the chocolate factory around the corner. Furniture, all upholstered in a neutral tan color, sits scattered around the apartment. A few chair-like pieces are against the walls, but most are turned towards the strange black box. I wonder what the purpose of the box is to have so many seats needed around it.

She heads to a room with large silver appliances, pushing open a door harshly to enter. I let the door swing back and forth before pressing a hand to the surface and pushing it. Inside the room, she is leaning against a counter, her hands running through her long black hair.

I walk to her, sensing her distress and confusion. She pulls her hands from her hair and looks up at me, eyes rimmed slightly. My hands go to her face, cupping her soft cheeks and rubbing them with the pads of my thumbs. I trace the length of her luscious lips, avoiding the voice in my head that said I should not be doing this. She inhales sharply, lowering her gaze to my own lips. But before she can even think of leaning in and connecting our mouths, I pull away.

As much as it pains me to do so, I take a step away from her, leaving a considerable amount of space between our bodies. She lets out a large breathe of air and I find myself doing the same.

“You hungry?” She asks, turning her back to me, reaching out to turn a knob that makes water rush out of a small tube.

It always amazes me; the vast improvements in technologies that mortals have achieved in such a small time period. It amazed and disturbed me in equal measures. Each decade, while numerous medical advances are made, tens of thousands of weapon innovations are also developed.

Seems like Hixak was wrong, I think, mortals are bloodthirsty.

“You said it was Hixak who spoke to you about falling?” I ask Mikaela while carefully taking a step towards her. To make sure she heard me, of course. My body is a millimeter away from hers, my breath just about hitting her skin.

She stills before answering, her voice calmed and controlled; so different than her inner emotions.

“Yeah. A few years back, he found me during a job in California and we got to talking ... a-about angel stuff. Y-you look like him, you know?”

Picking up a plate dirtied with food, she scrubs the leftovers for a moment before turning to me. I make sure to return to my original place, a large step away from her, before she can see me. “He told me everything. We’ve kept in touch since then, mainly for... a-another reason but still, you should talk to him. I think he misses you, a lot.”

“I do not think that would be such a good idea,” I reply, returning to my place by her side, when she turns away. “Contact with him or any other fallen angel is prohibited.”

She drops a plate from her hands and turns to me before I can take a step back. Her eyes narrow at me, like mine had earlier. She turns away a moment later and silence fills the room; a silence so defined, that it makes even me uncomfortable. But it was ordered from the time of the Great Rebellion that no Angel, no matter how high up in the hierarchy he is, can have contact with Hixak and his mutineers.

It had been his choice to leave home and become a martyr for the humans. He was so willing to go off and sacrifice his Grace for the sake of mortals and their bloodlust; so sure they could overcome. But here we are, two hundred and twelve years later, and they are still fighting over something as insignificant as grease.