There was a lot of things that Feya didn't understand, she had always been a girl that would listen to explanations of how things worked and how they were made but she could never fathom it.
She was one of very few humans that knew about the Otherworld, when she finally found out the truth she accepted it, she didn't question it or ask how or why. It just seemed right, that there was something greater that humans. Feya had the Sight, she could see past the Otherworlders glamours.
She had a lot of friends that were Supernatural's. Once they realized she could see them they always approached her. Fascinated by the human in front of them, they questioned if she could really see them. Some Otherworlder's tried to attack her but she knew how to fight.
She wasn't strong enough to kill them but she knew their weakness and would always keep with her a weakness from each Race, but even if Feya could kill them she wouldn't, they were too beautiful, too perfect, too amazing to kill. She loved them all and knew that each and everyone of them were special, when you are immortal you learn a lot of things over the ages, to kill them would be to kill the worlds knowledge.
Feya had always hated her appearance and dreamed of the unusual features the Otherworlders had, it seemed as if each of them had some unique mark on them. Feya thought she was so plain, light blonde hair down to her hips and large chocolate brown eyes. She was pretty, but she had nothing to distinguish her from a crowd.
Freya was bored earlier and so she decided to go to a club tonight, it wasn't a club for normal humans. Actually if normal humans were walking by outside they wouldn't see a club at all but rather a run down old old building that no one used.
But that was just the Glamour, if you had the Sight or you were an Otherworlder then you could see past the glamour, into the hip and brightly coloured club that awaited you.
Normally Feya wouldn't come to a club filled with only Otherworlders but she was feeling reckless tonight. She knew if she stayed too long then the Otherworlder's might come after her, whether she had the Sight or not they didn't like humans on their turf.
Feya had a lot of boys come up to her tonight. Even if they didn't like humans on their turf they were still fascinated by the human that could see them. Feya tried not to flinch when they got too close.
First it was a werewolf, he was cute with brown eyes and close cropped hair, his nose was a bit large, but it wasn't that that troubled Feya. She knew that werewolves could get a bit out of hand and aggressive so she tried to stay away from them. Plus, because of her having the Sight, even if they didn't have a glamour on she could see their true nature.
The young boys form kept shifting and all Feya could see was shining yellow eyes like a wolves and huge jaws and canines, sometimes she would even see him as the huge dark brown wolf he was. His form shifting so quickly and completely that Feya was beginning to get dizzy. She told him that she wasn't feeling well and he left her alone to go back out on the dance floor.
A while after that she was approached by a Demon. Demons really did frighten Feya, mostly because she could see their true nature. It wasn't Glamours that they put on so even the Otherworlders couldn't see how truly frightening they were unless the Demons choose to take their true forms. Demons were full of Malice, if you left with a demon then you would surely be killed. They had no room in their hearts for tenderness or compassion like the rest of the Otherworlders.
The form he had taken was handsome if not unusual. His hair was electric blue and long in the front, his bangs almost fully covered one eye and the rest of his hair in the front was swept across his cheek bones like arrows pointing across his cheek, it was black and spiked in the back. His eyes were the same bright blue as his hair.
They were the most stunning colour she had ever seen and Feya found herself oddly hypnotised by them. There was no way he could be human with eyes like that, she knew he was a Demon for definite, as well as having the Sight,when im near an Otherworlder I can immediately tell what Race they are. He was wearing a tight black T-shirt with a leather jacket and tight black jeans
She backed up against the wall and he started forward, he slammed the wall next to her head and she felt some of the concrete fall away. Feya was in trouble, Demons were dangerous because you never knew exactly what their weakness was. Obviously blessed or holy objects, weaker Demons you could kill them with Blessed objects alone, but for stronger Demons you had to find out their weakness by research or trial and error. That's why she was so frightened of them, and she always made sure never to attract their attention. She stared at him hard waiting for his true form to appear, but it didn't. Nothing shifted or changed, there was no image underneath an image.
He stayed the same, but Feya knew for definite he was a demon. He was licking his lips, but Feya could do nothing but stare into his hypnotising eyes. There was no more stifling heat from the club, there was no more flashing lights or strange bodies moving in the sea of Otherworlder's, there was just him and his body pressed up against her, his glowing eyes, and the malice rolling off him, but Feya was pulled towards him.
He was evil but he was beautiful. Feya couldn't even pin an age on him, one minute he looked seventeen but the next minute he could pass for twenty five.
He still had her shoved up against the wall, but she managed to tear her eyes away from his and she looked up at the ceiling. She traced the cracks in the cement, the strange zigzag patterns they made.
"What..are..you?" She whispered, she knew he was close enough to hear her over the blaring music they were playing. She knew if she looked at him again she might be able to look away.
"Different people call me different things, what I am is really up to the person asking." He chuckled, and Feya could feel his eyes searching her face, trying to pull her eyes back down to his.
"Leave me alone, I don't want anything to do with you Demon", she managed to force out through gritted teeth, she dragged her eyes back down to his, which were glittering with sick humour.
"Oh im insulted you think im a Demon, really dear Feya I thought you were smarter."
His voice was the only thing Feya could hear, there was no music, no pulsing, no vibrations, nothing, only his voice, his arms, his body against her, his eyes, him, he was her world, she knew nothing but him, he filled all her senses. And suddenly Feya couldn't even remember who she was, or where she was, or why she was here. He was so tall, so strong, her knee's began buckling and he held her up by pushing her more firmly against the wall. She finally looked back down at him, how could she not? He was her sun, her world her everything, it would be wrong not to give her world at least a look of acknowledgement.
"Feya darling, I need you, your going to be a very big help to me. But first you must know what I am." He searched her eyes with his own, Feya could melt into those eyes they were flecked with gold and green, if she looked hard enough she could see a thick but light line of lavender that traced the outside of his pupil.
But Feya was having a hard time keeping her eyes open, she tried to fight through it, all she wanted to do was keep looking into those eyes, if she fell asleep then she wouldn't be able to look at them.
"Feya, Feya, Feya stay awake darling, wouldn't you like to know what I am." At his sing songy command Feya was immediately wide awake again.
"Y-yes, I'd like to know." Some of the fogginess was gone from her head, she could make a few functioning thoughts, she knew that she didn't even know this person so it wasn't logical to feel like he was her entire world. But she couldn't move her body any more so it didn't matter, he could do whatever he wanted to her and Feya couldn't stop him, her mind was disconnected from her body.
"Im not a Demon, my dear Feya. What I am is Fallen, I was once an angel. But that was a long time ago, thousands of years ago. Held real close to the bosom of God." He laughed bitterly and turned his eyes away from me, he looked at the mark in the wall that his hand had made.
"You see, you humans were always God's favourites, no matter what you do you're always forgiven, you kill, lie, steal, cheat, disrespect, you even worship other God's. But he always forgives you, all you need to do is say sorry, repent, and then it's 'Hello Pearly Gates!'. It's different for angels though. We are expected to know better than to make mistakes. Error is beneath us."
He sounded so hurt and angry, I shouldn't have believed a word that was coming out of his mouth. But how could I not? There was an entire different world out there. The Real World. And really the only thing it was missing was Angel's. I had never before met of felt the presence of one before, which meant what? That they were hiding? Or had I always just mistaken the malice that rolled off them as Demon energy?
He was still looking at his clenched hand that was fisted against the wall. And I felt an aching pain in my chest for this sad, evil, monstrously beautiful boy in front of me.
"We all Fell for different reasons, Lucifer Fell for questioning God, 'Why should we have to bow to mortals when were are the greater beings? Why must we serve them when we were created first, when we were created as the closest beings to God?', he was the most beloved by God, the most pure and beautiful of us all, so he decided to wage a war against God, foolish but isn't it what any rebellious son who truly loves there father does? Rebels against them and tries to prove their worth. He was simply trying to be acknowledged and loved. But he was struck down into Hell with all his followers.
Others were cast down for killing mortals unjustly, some choose to Fall, you see, Angel's can not feel, they are numb, they know no hunger or thirst, pain or pleasure, they simply are. It is like we are made of stone, and we grow tired of doing the same things each day. Some angels Fell because there jobs took a toll on their conscious. Like the angels of Death and Vengeance.
Some like me, are Fallen because we Fell in love with mortals, some Fell to be with the women, stripping them of their powers but at last bringing them the relief they needed so they could finally feel alive. Others were cast out without a choice, for being with their lovers. But God was unjust when he cast out the Angels that fell in love with humans, he made it so that it was almost impossible for us to find the women we had fallen in love with, he cast their souls into different bodies, and sometimes even into different times. That was our true punishment, searching for the ones we had lost, almost always we would never find them."
He looked so tired, and lost in those moments, I knew he was telling the truth, I could feel it in my soul. Like his words were pulling something deep inside me. He started losing his own strength and the pressure of him against me was beginning to fade, he slowly dropped to his knee's and I slid to the ground in front of him.
"Do you know Feya, that is takes weeks to fall from heaven? Weeks of pure complete agony. Your wings being ripped out of your back, slowly but surely, you can't breath, and you can slowly feel your powers slipping away. When you finally reach earth you are faced by the fact that the person you fell from grace for is no longer within your reach. Your completely alone in the world, no one knows you and no one cares for you.
Your soul mate is thrown into a different body with different memories and no recollection of you. All you have is the memories of them to keep you going, and you are faced with the face you will probably never find them and you will wander the earth alone, for all eternity.
The sad thing though? Is that that isn't the worst part, after all your so called father has done to you, you still love him, you miss him, you beg for his forgiveness, but all you hear is silence. It's hard knowing heaven, living in heaven, and then being pulled away from the absolute peace and bliss of it. You feel it as a physical ache. You once knew complete true, perfect love and it was wrenched away from your grasp when your head was turned."
He sunk even lower into the ground, and I felt myself wrap my arms around him. The second I touched him of my own free will I could feel it all coming back, memories spilling into my head, memories I shouldn't have had.
Strange clothing, the sun beating down on me, I was taller, dark haired and olive skinned. I could feel my hair beginning to curl and fall down my back in heavy thick waves, I was wearing leather sandals and everyone was pushing up against me in a market, I could see the blue eyed boy in the crowd, he stuck out with his light skin and bright eyes, I had never seen anyone with blue eyes before, his hair was thick and dark and fell into his eyes, he smiled at me and I felt my heart flutter, something on either side of him though caught my eye , if you squinted and turned your head so you were only looking at him through the corner of your eye then you could see a ripple in the air around him but my eyes did nothing but slide off the air surrounding him, he seen me looking and smirked.
He motioned me to follow him and I pushed through the market dropping my satchel, I followed him up stone stairs dust swirling in the air around us, we came to a stony court yard at he stood with his arms outstretched,his eyes closed in concentration. The air around him started to move as is there was a huge amount of heat focused on that one spot. I couldn't breathe and the air became unbearably hot.
Sun light began to glint of golden shapes that were surrounding his body and I felt confused, then I realized what the shapes were. They were huge wings than spanned at least 25 feet. I felt myself gasp, and bless myself. There was an angel in front of me sent by God. He opened his stunning blue eyes and smiled, he strode forward with confidence and grace and took me in his arms, he brushed my curling hair off my face and looked down at me with such tenderness and love.
This is it I thought, this is what Heaven is. I was content with this angel of beauty that was before me, I thought it couldn't get any better until I felt his massive wings close around us. My hair stirred off my shoulders and I felt them brush my back, I looked at them, the way the sun glittered off them and turned them a rich golden colour, they smelled sweet and bitter at the same time. I reached my hand up to feel them and I thought they were going to come apart in my hand, it felt like silk was flowing through my fingers, once I touched them a feeling of pure bliss filled me. I let my fingers trail back and forth over the soft feathers, wanting to stay in his embrace forever, He rested his chin on my head and pulled me tighter.
"Don't ever leave me Maria." His voice was rich and deep, clear and soft. The perfect voice for singing.
"I'll stay forever." I sighed into him.
Then suddenly I was flung into a different memory, olive tree's were everywere, I could smell the salt of the beach in the air and I was surrounded by flowers and marble statues, it was hot, but a comfortable heat. I was kneeling and tending to my flowers I could feel the weight of my curly hair pinned on my head, the rest tumbled down my back, my chiton pooled around my ankles and I was worried about getting it dirty from the kneeling.
I felt like I was being watched and I looked at each one of the statues intently, the beauty of Aphrodite, the wise face of Hera, the might of Zeus, the bloodlust of Ares, I turned my attention to Apollo, he looked strong and kind, and from behind it the blue eyed boy sneaked out.
I stood and felt my face crack into a smile. He was wearing gleaming battle armour and there was a sword strapped to his waist. I ran to him and he caught me in him arms. He lifted me high and spun me round, kissing my face my cheek my neck, my lips, anywhere he could reach with his mouth, I looked down at my hands and arms and they were deeply tanned. I was completely happy and relieved.
"Oh thank goodness, I was so worried you would be hurt in battle. You were stripped of your wings you shouldn't have went out to war! It wasn't safe. I missed you so my love."
" My dear Ambrosia, if I had not fought how could I be worthy to be your husband? I must protect you at all costs. I am sorry I left you for so long though." I buried my face in his neck and breathed in the scent of him he smelled like the sea and ashes,I was a little embarrassed that he thought he had to prove himself to be my husband. Then my vision went black and I was thrown out of that memory.
I flicked through the rest, like I was watching a movie, except they were all my memories. All my different life times. In some all I could see was the blue eyed boy, in others he would be no where to be found. Sometimes I would be aware before he told me that he was Fallen. Other times I would go through what I was going through now, remembering all my past lives and memories. I had lived everywhere, Spain, Greece, Italy, America, England, Ireland, Germany, Russia, China, Australia, Japan and other places I didn't even recognized.
It was wonderful and scary, getting all my old memories back. I had lived hundred of times and everything I learned from those lives was now filling my head.
Then I was shoved back into my body, and I could feel his strong arms around me. I knew he was telling the truth, and I knew he was mine. I had been with him for hundreds of years. I had finally found the person in the world who would always love me no matter what. It was like a piece of me had been filled. I felt whole and complete. I no longer had him clogging my mind and I could think clearly. I accepted the menacing energy that rolled off him. I embraced it. It was mine now, everything that was his was mine, everything mine was his.
I opened my eyes and all I could see was his inhuman blue eyes staring down at me with worry.
"You got you're memories back?" He spoke softly and gently which I was thankful for since I now had a splitting headache. One thing I didn't understand was why he had first approached me so aggressively. But then I realized he had always been like, so angry and hurt. But when he was around me he softened and he looked as if he had no care in the world.
I nodded my head, and he smiled down at me.
"Im glad, in some lives you don't get them back and It makes it that much harder to explain to you. In some of your past lives I don't find you at all and you either live out your days alone of with some human husband. But I was lucky, most of the time I find you. Although each time im with you. Sometimes when I find you your soul just isn't healed enough to see me and it rips itself out of your body and runs. Other times you grow old with me, and other times you die before your old.
Each time is different, but you are mine. You always will be."
"I am yours, but I went through all my memories, and not in one did I hear you're name."
His smiled faded, I couldn't fathom why, it was only a name after all. But I remember him telling me once that names were the most precious things we had.
"I am Azazel. When I fell I became the Prince of Hell. I am second to only Lucifer, he is my master and I his Lieutenant.