Nameless

Chapter 8 Wish I Had an Angel

Author notes: English is not my first language, so please forgive my mistakes and awkward writing. This is NOT for profit. I don't own them. AU (as in Alternate Universe) and maybe OOC (as in Out of Character).

Disclaimer: This work does not contain any kind of medical or mental health care advice. It's just this author bulshitting her way out of this story.

Author notes 2: Thanks to @SunnyAlSorna and @JJSin2020 for editing this. All remaining errors are totally mine. Thanks for your votes and comments, they really motivate me to keep writing.

Author Notes 3: The song is Wish I had an angel by Nightwish.

Warning Please Read!

Things will take a turn towards weirdness. Please, bear with me for a while.

Chapter 8. Wish I had an Angel

Zhan went back home in the midst of turmoil. After their reckless decision, and the falling of that strange feather he decided it was best to go home. Their actions were stupid and inexplicable and yet, he could not bring himself to regret them.

They had almost kissed and he had wanted it to happen...very much, but the moment was interrupted. That was a whole other theme, what exactly had happened? Zhan felt fearful and he didn't know exactly why.

When he got home, he sent Yi Bo a text message letting him know he arrived home safe. He wasn't sure what had happened with their phobias, but he had an underlying feeling that their phobias were still there. They only seemed to go latent when Bo and him were together. Why, he didn't know.

He followed his nightly routine and went to sleep, tired and confused. He expected to wake up at 3:33 am as it had been happening for the last year, but at this point he didn't even care why that was occurring. Zhan fell asleep quickly.

Unbeknown to him, a strange statuesque figure stood outside his window, covered by shadows. It was a tall male, with pale skin which looked like porcelain under the moonlight. His long hair reached his waist, long blond tresses with coppery reflections. A straight and slim nose graced his beautiful face, he looked unearthly.

His plump lips forming a thin line, showing displeasure. His eyes were cold, in sync with the icy blue that colored them. He looked flawless. If anyone had laid their eyes on him, they would have thought that he was ready for a magazine's cover photo-shoot or for a Renaissance painting where Michelangelo portrayed human beauty to perfection.

He stood there watching Zhan, every night he came again and again. He had all the time in the world. He had existed before time was even a concept, before this Universe was created, he had lent a hand in that. Eons had passed and he was still chasing him.

He had wanted and needed him for a very long time. A mighty and powerful being like him was once reduced to a needy mess. He had lost everything for him and, in turn, he had made his beloved lose everything in the process. And yet, he hadn't got what he really wanted. Ultimately, he wanted him.

There are books telling tales that are not real. He hadn't fallen for human women, he had fallen for him.

When God had sent him and his brothers, the Watchers, the Grigori, he already had a plan to get him. His lust for the daughters of men was a fallacy. He had fallen in lust, but not with mere human women, he had fell in lust with him, his fellow angel.

But what can be expected? Human books were full of inaccuracies about many things, angels were just one of the many topics that were depicted incorrectly.

Angels' lack of gender was a freaking joke. They had gender and of course the proper equipment. He was very much a male and the one he desired was also a male.

The sudden appearance of that sanctimonious bastard wrecked his plans. How he hated him. His rival had escaped once, falling from heaven voluntarily to search for his beloved. This time, he would make sure to destroy his enemy, once and for all.

This time he would not fail. He would make sure that the object of his lust ended up with him, as it should have been a millennia ago. This time, he would annihilate his adversary.

It had been a simple plan that totally backfired on him. He had lied, cheated, betrayed, used forbidden enchantments, he had also enlisted his brother, Armaros, to bewitch his beloved and nothing had worked properly.

His brother had warned him to beware of having feelings; they could be either a curse or a blessing for any being. He had ignored his warning and paid accordingly.

At last, he had sinned, he had been rebellious and finally he had fallen. But he regretted nothing. He was steadfast in his pursuit. He had waited eons and he would wait as long as needed, but he would get what he wanted.

Tonight he was especially perturbed. He had lost control, but he couldn't help it. He had seen them...together and he was enraged.

How could this happen? He had taken extreme measures to keep those two from finding each other. What were the odds? What had failed?

He needed to talk to Armaros, but he didn't know where his brother was at the moment. He had to find him as soon as possible. He needed his help to break them apart again.

When he saw they were about to kiss each other, he couldn't let that happen. The only thing he came up with was to fly close to distract them. It was not in his best interest to let his presence be known to them. They might remember something, anything and, he of course didn't want that.

He followed one of them -he would look into his dreams to find out if some other memory was triggered. He would make sure nothing came out of it.

He needed to calm down. He needed to plan his next steps. He would prevail, he was sure of it. He opened his golden wings and flew towards the sky. He was, after all, Samyaza the leader of the Grigori.

Final notes:

Just some context. Grigori means Watcher in Greek. It is the name given to fallen angels in the book of Enoch, which is not part of the Bible. They were supposed to fall in lust with the daughters of men, leaving heaven to have intercourse with them. They fathered children with human women. Those children are known as Nephilim. This happened before the great flood. Samyaza was one of their leaders, the fallen angels were around 200. Armaros was another fallen angel that taught men the arts of enchantments. In this story, all of this information is only use for entertainment purposes.