The moon rested lazily in the starry night sky, few clouds floating by the celestial body as a pair of golden eyes opened. From a distance, the being sitting atop the building seemed like nothing more than great architecture but if one looked closely they could make out faint breathing. A warm summer breeze swept through the being's pitch black hair as they stood up from the roof. The being was a male, one who had walked the Earth for years yet his face looked as if he hadn't aged a day over 18 years of age. His hands were wrapped in black bandaging, covering up to the middle of his forearm. He donned a completely black attire, and his face seemed to give off the thought that his heart was as black as the clothes he wore.
"So boring…" he spoke, turning away from the moon with the only sound audible to him being the black necklace around his neck, weighted down with a black lock that could have been mistaken for being carved out of charcoal. He walked towards the edge of the building and looked down at the humans below, walking about without a care in the world. Without caring or knowing that, Others, walked amongst them. The very ones that they worshipped and avoided in their religion and those they thought to only exist in the Beyond.
A silent sigh left the young man's lips as he took a step off the roof of the building, and before he knew it he found himself falling through the air, but for some reason…the look in his eyes wasn't one of fear or regret. In fact, the look in his eyes was one of boredom and seemed to match the stoic expression on his face. He looked behind him as the pavement below seemed to draw closer to him as his body was still falling through the air. Just when his body had reached only mere feet from the ground black feathers danced in the air as a large pair of deep black wings sprouted from his back, stopping his fall as he shifted upright in the air before looking below at the ignorant humans.
Why was it, that even when he knew that no mere human was capable of seeing the Others, he somehow expected them to see him flying and flee? Or at least show that they knew he was there? For many not being able to be seen by people might seem like a gift, but to the winged young man it was a curse. One that plagued his kind and the Others that dwelled amongst the humans. Was it too much to ask for at least a human that could see him and his kind? To rid him of this boredom and loneliness? No human would ever know the suffering of an Other. Being alive as an immortal, yet forced to live amongst a species that did not acknowledge your existence.
Having to watch how they took everything for granted that the Others longed for. From something as meaningful as a hug or kiss, to something as small as simply brushing hands with other people. The young man descended onto the ground, and as surely as he expected the humans around him passed by him almost as if he were no different from the air they breathed. He could reach out for anyone walking past, whether it be a woman or a child, and still his hand would pass right through them. He looked at his hand, opening and clenching it close almost as if he wanted to see if he had grabbed anything, but of course, he wasn't able to.
What was the point of being immortal if you weren't able to interact with others? Why waste your eternal life being around them, watching them, observing them, if they didn't even know that you were there? So many would provide sacrifices to the Others and pray to them wishing to be visited by at least one to prove that they were truly in existence, yet they couldn't tell when they were standing next to you. Even when the Others could see each other, it just didn't seem the same as the humans being able to see you. Able to touch you. Even if they could just hear your voice.
But the more one thought about it, the more they would begin to seek out humanity. Whether it'd be for pure intentions, or darker ones. The young man looked up towards the moonlit sky and closed his eyes as he vanished from sight…as if anyone could see him to begin with, leaving black feathers that fell slowly to the ground before being blown away in the breeze.
Just one person…
Is that so much to ask…?