Alluring Secret

#1- Prelude

An angel in complete white sat on a wall with a dull emotionless look in their eyes. It was a beautiful male angel, with long silver-glimmering blonde hair and stone blue eyes. He looked upon the Sanctuary where many children played. He, but a child himself, did not move from his spot knowing that he was not seen by the other children. None of them ever saw him… None ever noticed him, watching them dance or play, he was alone…He had been alone since he had been sent to watch over this sanctuary of sin.

And that was exactly what this place was…A place where corrupt angels and demons created hybrid children of human, demon, or angel mix, a place of sin and suffering. It disgusted him to no end but his master and Lord had asked him personally to watch over the poor children of this sinful place, whether they were human, angel, or demon. And so, he was there, all alone watching as the children played, suffered, and ultimately died. None of it affected him but recently he wondered if that was not how it was supposed to be…after all, weren't angels supposed to love everyone?

His long blonde hair limply hung in his face as he pulled his knees up to his silk robe covered body and closed his eyes, praying for someone to either notice him or for his master to call him back home; where he could be with his family again. He had been watching over this place for a Century. He had no contact with any of the humans and very few other angels ever came to this place, most of them became trapped in this sinful place. He was also alone for so long before he came to this place, being the only winged angel in his family, caused him to be separated from them. His master had said he would be able to be with his family if he completed his mission here, even if the angel did not completely understand what that was exactly.

"You're not of this sanctuary are you?" A voice calls up to him causing the boy's eyes to snap open. He then looked down and there he saw a small black haired boy with golden eyes with a warm smile on his face that seemed to radiate an angel's aura in of its self. The angel instantly knew what this person was and was filled with happiness that someone saw him and was willing to converse with him.

'Another winged angel… but why is he here, in such a form? That doesn't matter!' The boy thought as he jumped down to the boy's level. The boy looked about ten years old and wore a white shirt with matching shorts underneath.

"Are you here to watch over these children, Little Brother?" He says kindly smiling with such a loving aura but the angel could only nod, not sure why he was being called little brother. "That's good. It's good to hear God has not forsaken them. I am Gilbert…A Guardian angel to a boy that lives here." The black haired boy says and the blonde nodded again.

"Elliot…That is the name the Lord has given me." The blonde angel says softly as he sensed someone approach them.

"Gil…What are you doing?" A boy's voice calls before another blonde haired boy appeared in front of him.

"I'm talking to an angel, Oz." Gilbert says calmly causing the blonde boy to scowl in annoyance.

"There's no such thing in this place…Gil, haven't you realized that God cannot hear our prayers here?" He states with a bitter sadness.

"That's not true…" The angel says softly but it went unheard by the teen.

"Oz, you need to learn to believe in what you cannot see. Just because you don't see it doesn't mean they are not here." Gilbert says softly as he took the boy's hand. "We are always being watched." He says softly and the angel frowned slightly realizing what had happened.

"Whatever, Gil… Come on let's go before we get in trouble." The blonde says as Gilbert looked at where the angel was but he was no longer there. "Come on, Gil." The boy repeats pulling Gilbert away and once again the angel was alone up on his wall watching the two run off into the chapel, one that the angel would never dream of entering for fear of never being able to leave like all the other angels and demons trapped there against their will.

'It's a sad to see a brother fall...' The angel thought softly as he felt a bird land beside him. "You've come to watch them as well?" The angel whispers to the bird that simply hopped closer to him before flying away. "Thought so… It's lonely just to watch." He says sighing as he watched the children continue to play.

"Then why not join them?" A man's voice says startling the angel before he looked up and saw a blonde angel with red and yellow eyes.

"Oh…another brother." The angel says with a startled look before he relaxed and stared out at the garden again. "Joining them would be disobeying orders…My orders are to observe them and not interfere with their lives, even if they are to die. We are to watch them and not show ourselves to them. If we do then we will immediately be cast out from the heavens." The angel says sensing the man flinch and the angel shifted slightly.

"I-I see… I suppose for an angel of the hunting division that is not something understood." He says softly before he sat beside the angel.

"Are you on a mission to hunt one of the demons here? Or maybe one of the Shinigami holding everyone hostage." The angel says with an emotionless look.

"Three children actually…You're here probably to witness it." The mysterious angel says smiling slightly causing the angel to look at him with slight shock.

"Why would you be sent to do such a thing…These children have done nothing wrong." He says with slight sadness.

"The children, my team is after, are the spawn of angels and demons…Three of the most sinful creations these Shinigami have ever made. In order to keep the balance of the world they must be ended." he replies with a slight sigh. "But these children have no distinction from the others… Until our man on the inside gives us who is who then I'm afraid our mission is at a standstill." He says as the angel stood. "What's the matter?" He asks sweetly and the angel scrunched his nose up.

"I don't like you…" The angel states before jumping off of the wall before he flew away from Vincent and toward the fountain in the center of the garden, where there were few of the children resting. 'To think, that the children are more powerful just because they have demon and angel blood in them, is foolish… They are no different than us.' The angel thought sitting on the statue watching the children drink from the fountain. One of the children seemed to catch his interest; they were resting against the base of the fountain staring up at the sky with an emotionless look in his eyes. He couldn't have been even six years old but his eyes were that of a knowledgeable person. His first thoughts were about the child's beautiful eye color and then it shifted to what would make such a child look that way. He silently jumped down and sat on the ledge beside the boy, who sat on the ground staring at the sky. The angel wondered how such a child could have such an unnatural eye color but they entranced the lonely angel just by looking in his direction.

"Hey…Hurry up and drink some before we get yelled at for being over here." A girl with long blonde hair says holding her hands, filled with water out to the boy but he shook his head.

"Ada… Let him be, he won't drink or eat anything, he hasn't since his father betrayed him by killing his mother." A boy states pulling the girl away from him and the angel frowned as he watched the boy's eye begin to water.

"I see…You're also alone then." The angel whispers softly placing his hand on the boy's forehead. The boy didn't flinch nor did he acknowledge the angel's presence or touch, he just continued to stare at the sky. The angel closed his eyes and kept his hand there on the boy's forehead in not sure what else to do. When he felt that the boy had calmed down and his eyes were no longer wet with unshed tears the angel pulled his hand away from the boy, intending to go back to his perch on top of the statue. But to his surprise the boy's hand shot up, going right through his as the boy tilted his head in confusion.

"Please don't go…" He whispered softly staring in the angel's direction but the angel knew the boy did not see him for the boy began to cry, tears running down his cheek. "Whoever you are…Please, don't go. Don't leave me alone…" He whispers curling up into a ball. The angel's heart twisted slightly before he slid closer to the boy placing his hand onto the child's head.

"I won't…I'm here to watch you and the others. I will always be here…" He whispered softly with a slight sad look. 'Always here…Always watching…always alone.' He thought with a bit of bittersweet emotions forming in his heart.

0o0o0o0o0o several decades later o0o0o0o0o0

'Ah…he's here.' The angel thought with a bit of cheerfulness in his mind as he perched atop the statue of the fountain. He noticed the boy stumbling toward the fountain, only to notice there were bandages all over the child's body. "What the…" He whispered watching the boy curl up against the fountain. He quickly jumped down and landed by the boy. "What happened to you, little one?" He whispered softly placing his hand on to the boy's head only for the child to jerk away and look around with panicked eyes. When he saw no one was there he curled back up and placed his bandaged arms onto his head as if to keep the angel from touching him.

It hurt to see him like that, the angel wanted to know what happened; he felt anger in his chest at the thought that some sinner would hurt this child. He didn't understand why he was angry; he never felt that emotion before in his life. But that was not what was bothering him, it was the fact that this injured child made him feel that way. He knew he couldn't say anything because the child would not hear him and he could not touch the boy this time because of how skittish he was being at the moment.

Over the years, the angel knew he had grown fond of the little boy that could sense his presence. He loved how the boy would try to hold conversations with him, even though he could not hear the angel's answers, his goofy responses to his own questions as if he knew the angel's answers. The angel didn't realize how much he had enjoyed that child's smile, above all the other children's and he realized that he was thinking less and less like an angel, the more he watched over these children, and more like something he wasn't sure of. Anger; jealousy; sadness; happiness; and most definably desire were becoming more and more powerful in his angelic heart. It terrified him slightly but he wanted to be close to the boy who now looked like his was ten years of age.

"There's got to be something I can do." He muttered sitting down on the ground beside the child staring at the wounds. 'Could I possibly heal him…How could I do that just to him and not to the others? I should go and request a replacement for my position. I'll lose my status as an angel if I interfere…but-' He thought watching the child lift his head up and look in the angel's direction. The angel smiled gently wanting to embrace the boy, whose eyes shimmered with pain, but knowing that he could do nothing but sit there. 'I cannot leave him alone.'

"Hey…Why are you always here, weirdo? You always just sit here!" An older boy with dark hair says in annoyance as the other boy looked at him with emotionless eyes.

"This is where my friend always sits…I come here to see them." The boy says without emotion in his voice.

"Friend? Who'd want to be friends with a freak like you?" The older boy says with a slight sneer on his lips.

"I don't know who she is…I cannot hear her voice but she is here. She's always sitting here…she here right now." The boy says lifting his hand up to the spot the angel was sitting and he took the boys hand tightly or it would be if he didn't faze through. "I like spending play time with her." He says softly and the boy scoffed.

"You're a freak… that's soft in the head." The older one states in annoyance as the boy stood with a scowl on his lips.

"If you don't believe me then leave me alone…" The boy states only to be slapped in the face causing him to collapse to his knees.

"Shut-up, freak! You're a lower level then the rest of us! You should show us some respect!" The older boy shouts and the angel scowled as rage filled his mind. "Maybe your father should have killed you too!" The boy states pushing the small boy back causing him to crack his head onto the base of the fountain. The cries of pain that filled the air sent The angel's mind in to the red zone and, before he could compose himself, his celestial powers grabbed the boy and threw him into the fountain and his body pounced on him, holding the boy's head underwater.

"Stop it, Elliot!" A boy's voice shout and the angel recognized it to be Gilbert's voice and he realized what he was doing. He jumped back, terrified at what he had done, watching the child cough and choke as he climbed out of the fountain.

"W-What did I just-" The angel says in fear, terrified at how he had reacted, before he felt young Gilbert's hand on his arm.

"It's alright, Elliot, this place does that to everyone. It's alright, please stay calm." Gilbert says softly as the angel moved over to the little boy that was curled up under the fountain. Gilbert followed him, ignoring the other child that ran off with terrified eyes.

"H-Hey…" The angel whispers gently touching the boy's hand, that twitched at the touch before the boy looked up in the angel's direction weakly.

"Is he gone…?" He whispered letting his head lie against the ground.

"He gone and he won't come back to hurt you!" The angel states as the little boy sat up and looked at Gilbert.

"You have a very noble friend…" Gilbert says smiling slightly. "He risked his pure-heart in order to protect you." He says kindly and the boy frowned.

"What do you mean?" The boy says in a slight scared way.

"Can you not see him? He's an archangel sent here to watch over us… He saw that the boy had hurt you and almost committed a sin in order to protect you." Gilbert says sweetly and the angel flinched at the word 'sin' as he put his hands on the boy's shoulders and the child looked up in his direction.

"I don't believe it…" The child says with sad eyes. "To think an angel saved something like me…I don't understand." He says narrowing his eyes as if to try and see the angel sitting there.

"It's alright…You will one day." Gilbert says before they heard a boy calling for the black haired angel. "My Oz is calling for me…I shall see you later then?" He says looking up at the angel, who simply nodded. "I'm glad you're okay… Please, do take good care of your little angel friend." Gilbert says to the little boy before leaving, while calling for the boy named Oz.

"Are you really an angel?" The child asks as he put his hand on his head where he hit it. 'It hurts...' He thought sitting down at the edge, not expecting any response since he never got one before. "Thank you, by the way…" He whispers smiling warmly and the angel felt his cheek begin to burn.

"I am…And I don't need to be thanked." The angel whispered knowing the boy would not hear him. He then sat beside the boy and wrapped his arms around him in an embrace. 'It's been over a century since I got to hug someone.' He thought closing his eyes and pressing his lips against the boy's head, where he had hit it. 'Even longer since I used my powers… My Lord, please forgive me.' He thought laying his head against the boy's head.

0o0o0o0o0o a couple years later o0o0o0o0o0

The angel sat on the statue of the fountain; the boy had gone off with a blonde girl that he usually wandered off with. The angel was always envious of her and how she could touch him and speak to him. He didn't understand why he felt such things, when he was supposed to be an angel. He decided that it wasn't important and jumped off the statue to go back to his post on the wall of the sanctuary. When he arrived there he saw that the blonde haired angel was sitting there waiting for him.

"Well, Hello there…Having fun?" He says with a bright grin on his face as the angel scowled and sat on the wall intending to ignore the man. "I came here to inform you of something that might be of interest to you." He says with a knowing smile on his lips. "That boy, you care about so much, is going to die in about two weeks in a situation called the great tragedy. The Shinigami are going to slaughter all of their creations because they found out about my teams mission. He is destined to die, unless someone of higher power intervenes." The man says causing the angel to stare at him with shocked and terrified eyes. The thought of losing that boy scared him and the desire to protect the boy burned in his body as he reached up to his chest and grabbed the silver cross that hung from a golden chain. "Do you have the power to, I wonder?" He says with a slight chuckle.

"How do I save him, when he cannot see me?" The angel whispers with a terrified look and the blonde angel smiled wickedly.

"Do as Brother Gilbert has done…" The blonde says as the angel looks at him with torn eyes.

"You're a snake." The angel states harshly, jumping down from his post, knowing it was foolish to even listen to the man but the fact that he said the boy, he cared for so much, would die put fear in his heart. 'He would go to heaven…I know he would go to heaven. He's a good child…But…Why do I feel that's a lie.' The angel thought gripping his cross tightly as he quickened his pace, his eyes searching the area for one person. When he found the person he was sitting in the grass with the blonde boy sound asleep on his lap. He looked up at the angel with a curious look before the angel knelt down in front of him and bowed his head. "Please tell me what you know about the great tragedy that will occur in two weeks." He says sensing the angel's confusion.

"How do you know of such a thing? Only specific people were given that information." Gilbert says with a bit of sadness in his voice.

"That human boy is going to die, Brother, please. I have to know…I don't want to listen to that snake and betray my orders but I will, if I must." He says feeling the fear of losing that child grow larger.

"You really care about that child?" Gilbert says softly as he watched the angel lift his head up looking at Gilbert in the eyes. "You have not even spoken to that boy face to face because he cannot see you. Do you truly think he'd trust you?" He asks watching the angel lower his head.

"I do care about him…I can make him trust me, I won't do him wrong. Since I've met that child, I've felt more alive…emotions, I've never felt before, have awoken, and even though he could not hear me, just being by his side made me the happiest I've ever felt since I left my parents side. I want to keep him at my side…I want to stay at his side. I want to be with this person for the rest of his life…" He says staring at the ground realizing how sinful he must sound to the guardian angel in front of him.

"But you could lose yourself in the temptation of sin, isn't that what you're afraid of, Little Brother?" Gilbert says placing his hand onto the blonde's head that lie in his lap.

"I admit it felt wonderful to be able to protect him. I want to be able to protect him but I swear I will only protect him with an angel's love and nothing more! Brother, please, if you know of another way tell me." The angel states with pleading eyes as Gilbert smiled slightly.

"It seems to me you already feel more than just an angel's love for this child." Gilbert says causing the angel to tense and look at him with confused eyes. "You have yet to realize it, but unlike me, you have a shorter amount of time. Think through it wisely because there is no way to save that child and retain your status." He says in a cool voice startling the angel slightly as he saw the silhouette of black wings.

"B-Brother…When-" The angel says unable to finish as he eyes filled with pain.

"If you enter, you won't escape with your purity." He whispers looking away from the angel with ashamed eyes. "Believe me." He says but his voice sounded older.

"You won't escape…" A voice echoes in the angel head but he looked up at the sky already deciding what he would do.

0o0o0o0o0o the next day o0o0o0o0o0

The boy sat at the fountain waiting for his friend to appear but he has already sat there for an hour and did not sense their presence. He was worried that he had been left alone and tears unknowingly formed in the child's eyes.

"Can I join you?" A soft voice says to the child, startling him as he looked up to the statue to see a child with long wavy strands of silver for hair. Their eyes were stone blue and filled with happiness but a bit of regret for an unknown reason to the child. They were perched on top of the statue, their white wings widely stretched out to the sky. The boy gasped slightly before he nodded, watching them jump down and land on the base of the fountain before the wings disappeared. "Thank you, little one." The angel says smiling kindly their body no bigger than an eight year old girl's body.

"You're an angel…"The child says with a look of awe in his eye before he smiled. "Could you be the angel that is always sitting on the fountain?" He asks watching the angel's smile widen.

"Yes, the name my Lord gave me is Elliot." The angel says softly holding out their hand and the child smiled warmly.

"The others call me number #679… but my mother called me Leo." He says taking the angel's hand and felt warmer than he had ever felt in his life.

"Little Leo… Hello."

The day I met him was the day it began to grow… Unknowingly to me that child became something I desired to be equals with. When I took that step…Everything turned black.

That day I would remember for the rest of my eternity. That was the day I was set free from my duties and forever chained to a red fruit that may never be fulfilled.