My Angel

I shiver in the cold, my whole body tensing as it fights the growing numbness. My life is as cold as the wind that blows strands of my hair into my eyes. I have been a boy, I have been a monster. Now I am nothing. Gone are my days of innocence, burnt by flames too hot to be from earth. Gone are my days of power and omnipotence, where all would quail at my very sight. Burnt by a different flame than that of my childhood. These flames had been too white to be able to look into, too bright for my dark vision to take in. Yet in that light I had seen only one thing. A pair of deep blue eyes.

I wouldn't have known it the first time I had seen him. My equivalent. Where Death cast mortals down into the fires of Hell, he would always follow, watching, waiting……preparing himself for the day when he struck me down himself, his eyes boring into me like red hot pokers as his flames burnt my soul back into my body.

Now, I sit, shivering, naked in darkness of the night sky. Stars twinkle above me, but I do not see them. All I see are a pair of deep blue eyes pouring emotion from every molecule of their being before the sword pierced my heart and ripped my unearthly body from me. What had I been? What had I done? Why was my life suddenly worth nothing?

If I had the strength, I would laugh at myself. The very boy that ripped what small amount of life I had from my body. I had fallen in love with him. It had vexed me then, a devil in my own right, no feelings, no emotions, until I first met "the angel". Then my heart had woken as it had not done for years and years. Letting him in of all people. Him. My angel yet my mortal and immortal enemy. Why?

There is no use in worrying. I love him. I, me, the God of Death and the harbourer of evil has fallen in love with an angel. My angel. My angel…my angel…

The boy's startlingly violet eyes faded out of focus, and his eyelids closed in one last final attempt at peace. Then he lay still, an arm crossed over his body, one lying by his side. The wound in his chest stopped leaking his blood and lay still, as he was. Forever. High above him, a few stars started twinkling more brightly then the others. Soon, they started floating as they began to descend to earth. By the time they had reached earth, they had formed another boy, dark of hair and dark of eye.

His great white wings, thick with feathers, contrasted starkly with the leathery wings that lay, torn, over to one side. He hovered over the dead boy's body and a single tear crept down his cheek and fell onto the wound. It healed within seconds, but it was too late now for the real boy to return. The angel floated down and lay a hand on the pale cheek of the vanquished God of Death. Slowly, picking up speed, the dead boy began to shrink. His limbs crept into him and then slightly deformed. By the time he stopped, there was only a baby, lying naked on the ground. With another second, it started breathing.

Leaning forward, the angel placed a kiss on the baby's forehead.

"Your angel," he whispered, the voices of a thousand angels in his words. "Live for me, and I will wait."

His head raised as he heard voices, and he flew upwards, back into the stars. Down below, a couple found the very thing they had been trying so hard to achieve themselves.

"Live for me, and I will wait."