Midnight Angel

*This is my present of Secret Santa Vikturio for you Domesticprowess.

*I just want to say sorry, because you wait so long for this.

*Thank you so much Anne Braun for halping me with the traducion.

*I hope you enjoy this. Happy Holidays! nwn

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MIDNIGHT ANGEL

The Guardian Angels protect the souls, from the day of their birth until the day of their death. Day and night, they remain awake waiting for the moment of the death. When the soul leaves the mortal body of their protegees, the angel will guide them until the moment of his judgment.

In hindsight it is a simple job, but one of the most difficult to carry on. Angels who watch in silence expectantly, in the most intimate way, the fear, the joy, the sadness and the dreams of the human souls in their charge. Without being able to be part of what they contemplate day by day.

—Viktor! —the death of a human was nothing new for an angel like Yuri— Viktor! —but for the first time since his creation he felt the panic and the pain of a loss— Viktor... please!

December 24th, 2017. St. Petersburg, Russia.

Viktor had woken up that morning with the intention of go out to clear his mind skating in the frozen waters of a lake a few miles from his home.

After getting ready, he left in the direction of the place. When he arrived, he did not wait any longer, he put on the skates and started skating on the ice.

The lake was completely empty, it was 9:00 am at the most, so the cold must have scared away the rest of the people. That pleased the albino because the solitude allowed him to meditate with tranquility.

But suddenly, when the blue-eyed was sliding with the graceful agility characteristic of his performances, the ice snapped, dragging him beneath the surface. Soon the desperation to go out to breathe took hold of him, however every attempt he made to come to the surface was useless. When his eyesight began to cloud and his body stopped responding, he understood that this was his end.

—Viktor! —a youthful voice seemed to call him from afar— Viktor! —the numbness in his body began to disappear, giving way to the unbearable cold that enveloped him— Viktor! Please! —That desperate call made the man open his eyes.

—Ah? ...—Dazed and with cold, the albino struggled to focus his eyes on the one in front of him.

—Viktor? —kneeling at his side, looking at him from the front, was a young man with beautiful, piercing green eyes— You okay? —His blond hair was draining and the strange clothes he was wearing were soaked too.

An attack of cough caused by the sudden breath of air in the lungs of the blue-eyed one forced him to sit down, only to realize that he was on the shore of the lake— What happ...? —confused, he looked around him trying to understand what had happened— Who ... Who are you? —Finally, Viktor's gaze stopped at the angelic face of the boy beside him.

—Are you okay? —he interrupted, without answering the question.

—Yes ... I ... —the man tried to speak, but the presence of the blond intrigued him too much— Do we know each other?

The youngest let out a sigh of relief— I suppose... something like that —in that moment he stood up, holding out his hand to the blue-eyed man.

Viktor looked carefully at the clothes that the green-eyed one wore: a full outfit in white and silver colors, with what looked like a feathered ornament on the shoulders. He wore no shoes and the strangeness of the outfit in general attracted attention.