A/N:Ahhhh!!! It-Is-ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE! I brought it back! Truth be told, I didn't know what to do from the last chapter, but I finally found it! So, here it is!
Disclaimer: They are not mine .
- - - - - - - - - - -
"They have had intercourse." She stated, smiling that gorgeous smile of hers. Uriel glared at her, royal enraged. Fate ran her fingers through her hair placidly as he brooded on the ottoman in the corner.
" You think it's funny don't you, tip toeing through the blasphemous situation I've created like a troublesome nymph. It's not funny, Fate. Your folly will not prove well for me."
" Hell hath not fury like that of a woman scorned. You remember that. Now leave me in peace, Uriel."
" Leave?! I'll do no such thing!" He grabbed her shoulders with enough force to stun an orge. His fingers were cold on her bare skin and she shuddered.
" Unhand me, Uriel."
" Stop meddling. Now I have to punish them!" His face contorted in pain. She turned about and faced him. Her blank eyes were forceful and horrified.
" Why?! What have they done?"
" Nothing! But you have meddled with true love and now they have to be punished three fold! I hope you're satisfied. I pray you smile to yourself in success! Good day!" The Angel stormed out of her bed chamber, slamming the oak doors with supernatural malice.
" I did not interfere! " cried she in vain. It was true, she had not meddled. She merely wove what she was destined to weave.
"Thorn in my side if I ever knew one! I've never been so insulted! They're human beings! Souls! Lives she's playing with! This better not be a spell she has cast. I don't think she knows how to conjure up a love charm…" A passing flock of cherubs snickered at his ranting. He snarled at them, seeming to become like Erik for an instant. Pressing his hands to his mouth and bowed his head in apology, running down the corridor faster than before.
- - - - - - - - -
Erik dressed quietly, in efforts not to disturb his beloved. Her hair covered her bare breasts where the sheets of silk would not, chest rising as falling evenly. He had his trousers pulled up when Uriel came storming into the room with rancorous light of red and gold.
" Hello, Uriel." Erik spoke in greeting, bowing his head. Uriel let the tears trickle out of his eyes with slow sorrow. Strange,thought the Opera Ghost, how the tears of angels seemed to glimmer like the purest gold.
" What's wrong, Uriel? W-why do you cry? You should be happy. Christine and I, we are finally aware of how deep our love really is. Y-you should be rejoicing." The angel winced at the words that seemed to come from the puzzled child within the man.
" I'm sorry, but this was not of your doing…this act of love…" Uriel raised his arm and threw it down forcefully, signaling for something to enter.
" Not of my- Uriel, did you ever stop to think I could have earned her love without your watchful eye, your guiding hand,- Your vocal thievery! Tell me, can't I be loved just as everyone else is loved?!"
Uriel stopped, his hand signifying for whatever he had first beckoned to halt.
" Erik- I-I didn't think-" Erik charged forward with beastly rage. His hands were imposing claws of malice and his eyes- my God, how they burned with the intensity of sulfuric acid. It took all he possessed to not strangle the angel as he stood painfully close.
"That's right, monsieur, you don't think! You just act! You gallivant into my life and demand, without permission, my voice. It is the only trace of beauty within me and you stole it! Not only that, but took away my darling Christine's singing voice! You left my beloved sparrow without her song. I would slaughter you if, monsieur, were not immortal!"
Erik clenched his fists, flicked his fingers out, and tensed them closed again. The angel stood in shame. If he had only listened to Fate, or better yet, had not intervened, like he was supposed to do, then none of this would have happened.
" Uriel…" rang a thunderous voice from above. Erik glanced carelessly above him and then back at Uriel.
" Uriel, You have gone too far. You have meddled in the affairs of these mortals too personally and now I, Raguel, Archangel of Justice and Keeper of the Divine Order, am taking you for judgement by the remaining Archangels and the Almighty. Come with me now." Uriel uttered a whimper and Erik had noticed that he was holding back golden tears. Erik seemed to transform at that moment into a portrait of equanimity.
" May I say my peace to Erik before I go?"
" If the mortal wishes it."
" Erik?" The Phantom nodded without thought and the angel spoke. " My dear friend,- no…No…. Monsieur Erik, I pledge my most sincere apologies for what I have done. There is no excuse for my meddling and I assure you, I will take the judgment of the council without protest, for my crimes against you and your beloved nightingale, Christine. I don't ask for forgiveness, just for you to know I am deeply apologetic."
" Uriel…" Erik whispered with obvious distress. The angel the disappeared then, the room growing drastically dim. Erik stood in disbelief, wondering the fate he had consigned the Angel to.
- - - - - - - - -
Now pleeeease review. The reveiws sustain me... I'm a review vampire : K
Sincerly,
Bella
