An Angel's Greatest Sin.

Not Now, Not Ever.

        Kyrene tightly clenched the angel blade in her hand, though her posture showed one of anger, not violence, at the mere sight of Gadreel. The last time they spoke, they left in bad terms. Very bad terms. He had been thrown and tortured in Heaven's Dungeon for thousands of years to suffer the consequences of letting the serpent slip by him when he was supposed to be guarding the Garden of Eden. Before her residance to Earth, the two were familar with each other, but didn't share much of a chemestry because they were both clueless to what emotions truly were. The only time they truly connected was in the Garden. She had offered to assist him in guarding, but he refused, saying that God had a reason to specially choose him to guard the gates. This resulted in the mere soldier she had become, blindly following orders and doing missions that she had been commanded to do. As few thousand years passed, she finally broke free from the order of Heaven and took to Earth, where she went between Earth and Heaven for nearly a century. When she had heard of his imprisonment, she was surprisingly shocked, but since she was unable to feel hardly any emotion, she didn't really carry the shock as much as she thought she would. She actually began feeling angry towards him, just like God had. She had never forgiven him since.

        In a flap of wings, she was out of the store and back in the middle of the forest, in the outskirts of a small, grassy clearing. She had already predicted the flapping of his wings as she turned to face him, seeing a look of slight confusion on his face. Her muscles tensed almost too much, making her movements short and uncomfortable. But this was her fiirst time seeing him since the Garden, and she wasn't in the best of situations. She had to keep up her guard.

        "No greeting?" He took a step forwards as he broke the thick silence between them, in which she continued to stand her ground, but didn't lower the angel blade any.

        "Why were you let out?" She demanded, going straight for the point. Her eyes narrowed the lightest bit when he stepped once more towards her before stopping.

        "When all the Angels fell from Heaven, I was among them. I now serve Metatron, as his second in command." He delivered his response with a prideful type of tone, as if serving this Metatron was such a good thing.

        "I can see that." Kyrene slowly lowered the angel blade, but kept it in a readied grip so that if there was any sign of sudden movement, she'd be able to react quickly. "But, you should have been thrown back in the Dungeon as soon as you were found." Her voice had a trace of accusing venom in it as she slowly began to circle him, keeping far enough away so he couldn't touch her without having to lunge at her. "You were the one who was foolish enough to let Lucifer slip by-"

        "Your supposed perfection hasn't always been fully in tact either, Kyrene. My mistake was just that: a mistake. I still tried to keep my loyalty, but yet I was thrown in a cell and tortured for thousands of years. Your mistake was voluntary. How you still have your grace, I do not know." He cut her off mid-sentence, and she felt a slight pang of emotion as his words set into her mind. He was right; her lack of loyalty to Heaven was voluntary. But it wasn't as punishable as his mistake.

        "I don't know, either." Her voice slightly lowered at his point of her grace, realizing that he wasn't acting as much of a threat. She tucked the blade safely away in the sleeve of her jacket, eying him closely, but not responding to his other point of how her loyalty was flawed. "Even though I don't want to end this pleasant conversation abruptly," she doused her words with what the humans called 'sarcasm,' blinking up at and raising an eyebrow to Gadreel, a mask of uninterest on her face. Though, that wasn't how she truly felt. She was worried; scared. She was not very familiar with emotions even with all the time she's been around humans, but she understands enough to know that  what she was feeling wasn't something she was content with. Quickly backing out of her thoughts, she cleared her throat and glanced back up at him. "I just want to know why you're here." She noticed that he was momentarily distracted by a rustle in some nearby brush, but at her words, he turned to face her again.

        "Metatron, as I said before, has demanded your return to Heaven for your consequence of breaking your loyalty to him." Kyrene chuckled, not in amusement, but disdain.

        "Well, he's going to have to come down here and retrieve me himself, because there is no way I'm voluntarily going back up to Heaven. Especially with you, and especially since I don't owe any loyalty to him." She turned around to begin walking away when she felt his hand grab her shoulder. She whipped around, dropping her angel blade from her sleeve in one smooth motion and faced him, her hazel eyes narrowed in anger, the blade up against his throat. He glared down at her, his eyes never leaving her's. Pulling himself away from her, he backed up a few steps, still staring at her. She slowly lowered the blade but kept it clenched in her hand, her knuckles nearly turning white from the mere grip she had on it.

        "He is not going to be happy that you are refusing." He warned, though it seemed to go in one ear and out the other.

        "I don't care what he feels. He is taking the unrightful place of God, and I do not have any respect for him." She dropped her voice a few dicibels, so if any other spies of Metatron's were hiding and listening to their discussion, they wouldn't hear what she was saying. "Besides, I've been down here on Earth for a century. I'm sure you know that I'm not one that really follows rules anymore..." She glanced up at him, her entire right side starting to ache in a dull pain from when she was thrown against the wall by the angel she fought in the shop. She tucked the angel blade away for the last time and crossed her arm across her stomach, slowly beginning to turn away from him, clenching her teeth together in pain.

        "You're hurt." He commented, but he seemed to have no emotion in his voice as he pointed out her injury. She heard his footsteps rustle a few leaves as he began walking towards her, and she turned her head and gave him a hard look.

        "I'm fine. It will heal soon enough." She snapped, but at the same time, she truthfully felt awful for treating him with such hate and malice, so to ease some of that away, she sighed in defeat and offered a nod, not a largely noticible one, but one that he would understand. "But thank you." She turned away so she wouldn't see his reaction to her sudden thanks, and began to pick her way out of the small clearing they had found themselves in.

        "So, I'm guessing that means you are not coming back up to Heaven?" She stopped walking at his words, her head dropping downwards and her eyes closed in thought, carefully choosing her words before she raised it again, opening her eyes and looking straightforward, not even glancing back at him.

        "No, because if I really am wanted up in Heaven, then what's the point of going back? So to answer your question, Gadreel, no. Not now, not ever." Silence met her words, not even the sound of breathing. She turned her head just enough to see that he had vanished. No sign of him anywhere, not even a dip in the grass from where he was standing. She looked from the ground up to the sky, drifting clouds dotted along the azure colored heavens. The sun was beginning to set, and she knew by nightfall she'd be a hunted fugitive, especially if Gadreel had filled Metatron in on what she had told him. She wouldn't be safe out here in the open. But it didn't matter, she wouldn't be safe even if she had warded the entire safehouse against angels. They'd still find a way to lure her out. But if this was how her life was going to end, then so be it. She'd rather go out fighting than kneeling down in the presense of an unworthy fake. Gadreel could try and pursuade her all he wanted, but the answer will always be the same in the end. And that's a promise she was going to keep.