The angel in disgust.
A fallen angel.
An angel with shattered wings-no, no wings anymore but bones in pieces. The holy fire burnt all his feathers. And he couldn't do anything to stop them. Only because he loved. Love. What a cruel and incredible thing at the same time.
He's waiting. What is he waiting for? Who is he waiting for?
Was he waiting for God to have mercy or change of heart? Was he waiting for his brothers and sisters to take him back? Was he waiting for his lover?
No. No. Not a lover. But mate. He was waiting for his beautiful mate. A mate whom they nearly destroyed! Oh, how he was angry, furious just when he thought about it! His brown eyes burned with tears of anger. They abandoned his mate somewhere on Earth. Somewhere in America. Without memory of his past. Of him. His mate didn't remember him.
He hates being frail. He hates himself and accuses himself of everything that happened. He hates waiting.
He waits for the time his wings heals so he can go for his mate. He knew everything about the new body of his mate. His mate has same crystal azure eyes as he had as an angel.
And his name is Will Graham.
And the fallen angel, a new evil, Hannibal, will get his mate back even if it would cost his life. But for now, he is waiting, waiting, waiting.
Well, this is my first attempt on Hannibal fanfiction. I will appreciate any criticism and I hope that I will upgrade this story at some point. Thank you all who read this.