Joshua Alexander Michelangelo_ the Nephilim.
AN: this story is for the love of all the viewers not profit. I do not own Supernatural, though I with I did.
Joshua was a normal child for the most part; he loved sports, reading, playing with his friends, you know normal kid stuff. Except for one little thing…Joshua had no mortal father, not really. His "father" was not really a father but mother, in a sense, because his mother had no real gender. Am I confusing you? Yes. Okay I'll start over.
Joshua's mother was an angel. Yes an angel. Halo, wings and all, his mother was an angel of God. Now if you know your Bible studies you'll know that Angels are soldiers, messengers, and guardians of Humans and God. Joshua's mother was actually one of the highest ranking angels; an Archangel. And not only that his father, was a mortal man. I am still confusing you, sorry.
Joshua was born in a time before time was kept the way it is kept today. His mortal father was a good man, and he grew up in the house of Methuselah and his family. His name was Ezekiel, which means God strengthens, and he was very beautiful. From the moment of his birth it was known that he would be great. His mother saw in his face a vision of his fate, and saw that he would sire a great Hero, so she named him Ezekiel hoping that God would strengthen him for his future. As he grew, Zeke, as the Methuselah family called him, he learned that he had a love for nature. Horses that were savage and wild grew tame and docile beneath his hand, wolves listened to him and followed his commands, and the birds flocked towards his voice when he sung praises to God.
Now angels before had taken daughters of Adam to be their wives, but that was long ago and their offspring, the Nephilim, were a mixed blessing, for many of them were cruel and hated others; became tyrants over the men they ruled, but there were some, not many, that were kind and loving, and defended those that the other Nephilim attacked. They were hero's these good Nephilim, and although they were tall they were not as tall as their evil counter parts, many of them were only under 7' tall, but their vindictive other halves were giants, and they lorded that over men. When Ezekiel became a fully grown man, his body finally growing into the long limbs of adolescents', was when his fair face and kind nature caught the eye of one of the highest of the angels: the Archangel, Mikh'ael, or Michael. Michael normally saw the children of men as weak and in need of protection, or sick and fallen creatures that had no remorse or care for God, but when he saw Ezekiel, Michael felt something strange in his Grace; an emotion that he had only felt for his Father, but different and painfully strong: Love.
Ezekiel was in his garden, tending the flowers that his planted and feeding the animals that came into his garden searching for food and shelter, when he felt a calming presence behind him. Ezekiel turned and saw a being bathed in light. Ezekiel knew that this was one of God's messengers and fell forward onto his face his hands clasped before him in prayer. The being knelt down and took his hand in its own and brought him up from the ground; forcing him to look at its face. At first all Ezekiel saw was light, then he saw colors swirling in the light then he saw eyes, Green as a pristine meadow, gazing back at him. Soon there was an effeminate face smiling at him. Ezekiel felt love wash over him from the being, as it brought its hand to his cheek. Soon the other one followed, and Ezekiel felt his passion rise in his body and his manhood began to harden in his loincloth. The being came close and brushed its lips over Ezekiel's, then began to press light butterfly kisses to his nose, cheeks, and eyelids. Ezekiel breathed lightly and looked up at the being with wonder, before bringing up the courage to speak.
"Who are you, messenger?" he asked. The being smiled leaned in close and whispered in his ear.
"Michael," he said, and leaned back before standing. He held out his hand for Ezekiel, and he took it. Ezekiel stood and gazed at the being before him. He was tall strong but effeminate at the same time. Then Ezekiel saw the wings, massive brown wings like an eagle, flecked with gold and the massive flight feathers were tipped in Gold, as if he had dipped his wings in liquid gold and the eagle feathers were stained the last two feet of the feathers gold. Ezekiel couldn't help himself, and reached out to touch them. The moment his hand touched the silky feathers he was amazed by the softness of them. They were perfect, like a baby bird that just began to fledge.
Ezekiel in that moment fell in love, and Michael fell in love as well. They met often but only when Ezekiel was alone, for Michael feared that he would harm Zeke's family. Michael could only appear in this form to Ezekiel because he was special, and his Family did not have this gift he had. And the more he came to know Ezekiel the more Michael loved him. Some of his brothers began to notice his disappearances, and questioned him but Michael was able to evade them, and crept to the quiet of his home and nest. But soon there came a day in which Michael was both yearning and dreading: the beginning of his Heat and with it the uncontrollable urge to mate.
Michael stayed in his nest as long as he dared before the urge became too unbearable anymore and he took flight and landed in Ezekiel's garden. Zeke was tending to his roses when he heard the flutter of wings that signaled Michael's return to him. Ezekiel turned around and found himself nose to nose with his lover. Ezekiel jumped back holding his hand over his racing heart.
"Michael, you startled me!" he said, "You shouldn't do that, Michael. You could have frightened me to death." Michael gulped and twitched as the heat grew in intensity, before he could take it no longer. "Michael? Beloved, are you alrig…" with that Michael seized Zeke's lips and began to ravish his lover. Ezekiel pulled Michael underneath a Cyprus tree's bows and laid him down, and it was there that Ezekiel stopped Michael's Heat and got him with child; Michael's one and only child: Joshua.
It was days later that Michael discovered the child. At first he was afraid that his brothers would hurt him and the child, but then he realized that the child was a gift from his Father and that he should, and would treasure it for all time. Michael came back to Ezekiel just when he felt the child quicken in him. Michael touched down and immediately sought out Ezekiel in his garden. When he found him Michael smiled calmly walking up to him, and making sure his footfalls made noise so as not to startle his beloved. About two feet from him Michael called out, and Ezekiel stood and turned. When he saw him, Ezekiel smiled and quickly came up to him and embraced him. Michael smiled and melted in Ezekiel's embrace. Suddenly Ezekiel pulled away and looked down at Michael's swelling belly.
"Michael, what is this?" he asked, and gestured toward his belly. Michael smiled and took Ezekiel's hand in his own before pressing it to the small swell. Suddenly Ezekiel felt the small movement within, and he knew. "Michael," he asked quietly. "Are you with child?" Michael nodded, uncertain of Ezekiel's reaction. Suddenly he was swept into a fierce embrace as Ezekiel hugged him and cried into his shoulder. "A baby, Michael, we're going to have a baby." Michael smiled into Ezekiel's shoulder knowing that his baby would be loved.
That afternoon Michael was introduced to Ezekiel's family. Now, because of the pregnancy Michael had to forge himself a vessel so that he could stay with Ezekiel until the birth, but Michael didn't mind, as long as he could stay and have his baby.
As the months passed, and Michael swelled with child, Ezekiel made sure that Michael was safe and well loved. Michael soon noticed that his brothers were searching for him so he suppressed the trace of his Grace as much as he dared. It didn't matter though. The closer he came to delivering his child the closer they came to finding him. Michael didn't dare leave the house for fear that when he stepped outside one of his brothers would be there to kill the child. Ezekiel noticed the fear in his beloved's eyes, so he stayed inside promising him that they would be safe.
But Michael still needed sunlight, and each time that he went outside Michael clung to his lover's arm. This was where the labor started, in Ezekiel's garden; underneath the same tree the child was conceived. Michael screamed when the pain started; letting his True voice bleed through. Ezekiel immediately clamped his hand over Michael's mouth to prevent any of the Host from hearing him. Ezekiel called his mother, who came rushing out to help Michael back inside.
Michael panted and groaned through the contractions, gripping Ezekiel's hand to ease the pain. Michael had felt pain before but nothing like the pain of labor. Not even battle wounds could compare to this clenching iron wrote pain. Michael was in so much pain that he could barely hold in his true voice.
"Michael, I think it's time to push," the old midwife said. Michael sat up clinging to Ezekiel's legs. Ezekiel refused to leave when the midwife told him to so he remained but at the moment he was regretting not leaving when he could. Michael hunched forward and pushed with all his might letting out a strangled grunt while he was at it. Soon the grunts became moans and screams that were strangled as he forced the child further from his womb. Michael's forehead was drenched in sweat from the effort he was exerting to bring the child into the world. Michael pushed harder when the pressure began to mount and the pain remained with each rest.
"Zeke, make it stop," Michael cried, when the pain continued after he stopped pushing.
"Just keep pushing, Michael," Ezekiel said, "It will." Michael pushed again screaming out with the effort, and then suddenly he fell back into Ezekiel's chest when the pressure stopped. Ezekiel looked up at the midwife, who seemed to be busying herself with something in between Michael's legs. "Sarah, what is happening?" he asked the old woman.
"The child's head is out," she said. "I am just helping the baby to be positioned properly." Ezekiel smiled for a second before Michael hunched forward and pushed again screaming. Ezekiel grit his teeth when the scream grew in pitch and volume, before finally Michael slumped back onto his chest a warm smile on his face. Ezekiel looked up at the midwife who held something in her hands. She gave it a swat and the cries of a newborn filled the room; soft mews at first, but they grew in strength and volume, turning into wails as the newborn baby was placed on Michael's chest. Michael smiled brightly at the baby, before a look of discomfort came onto his face. Michael pushed lightly before falling back in relief. Ezekiel saw the midwife take something over to the cooking pot from between Michael's legs. The midwife looked back at the new family, smiling.
"The afterbirth can nourish the mother's milk, to help the baby be strong, if eaten," she said. Michael smiled. He would do anything if it meant his baby being healthy. Michael cradled the baby to his breast pressing a kiss on his forehead.
"It's a boy, Ezekiel," Michael said, a smile broad on his face, " and his name his Joshua."
AN: I hope you like this sneak peak. Reviews are the muses that help me to write.