Author's Note: I apologize for this is another (kinda) short chapter. They get longer as I go, so no worries! If ANYBODY reads this story, PLEASE review so I know to continue! I'm working really hard to make this story as enjoyable as possible, but it's hard to if there's no positive feedback... T.T (Of course I'm NOT talking about those who reviewed. Kudos to you!) Another thing is that I plan on having Amou as a big role in the story later on. There's not much yet, but I promise to deliver. Well, here's the second (kinda short) chapter!

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Chapter II:

Angels

"Look at them... Those sniveling humans!"

The swift clacking of heels could be heard against the solid surface that was the floor to heaven... and the ceiling of the universe. He paced back in forth in a fluster, his usual calm and collected self gone in an instant of rage.

"We must destroy them! It is the only way to ever have this existence cleansed!"

A few chirps of birds were heard in the corner of the room. There sat a small figure with shoulder-length hazel hair and deep black eyes. When he spoke, his voice held the slight lilt of a mocking bird in the call for its mate.

He pet the small scarlet cardinal resting on his hand and looked at the flustered angel.

"Please, calm yourself Taharial. You're stirring up Raevus. And you know he's cranky during the Earth evenings--"

"You have a name for all those blasted rats with wings, don't you? There are more important things at hand than those silly things!"

The Angel of the Birds seemed unfazed despite his friend's outburst. He simply allowed "Raevus" to fly away back to his cage with all the other birds. He knew he'd always come back. A few of the ruby red feathers danced about the room as he flew away. The angel bent over and picked them up. He counted. There were five of them.

He held them to his breast as he walked over to the infuriated Taharial.

"What seems the matter, my dear sweet Taharial? Are you angered by the humans again?"

Taharial massaged his temple for a few moments and then, suddenly feeling weak in the knees (which is a very uncommon thing to happen to an angel), sat on the cold stone floor.

"Oh Trgiaol, it is as if all the sins of the galaxies are falling onto my shoulders. I cannot possibly purify it all, can I?"

Trgiaol was silent for a few moments, then bent down to place a kiss on Taharial's cheek. Afterwards, he placed the five crimson feathers in his delicate hand into a wisp ofthe Pure Angel's long streaming ivory hair.

"We realize that you are the angel of purity, and that it IS your job to keep all the sins in order... But..." Trgiaol paused a moment, gathering all he was about to say, "You do not have to do this alone."

Trgiaol brushed the lengthy white strands of hair from Taharial's face and peered deeply into the pure silver eyes that seemed to beg God for an answer. They wept so clearly that it made the Bird Angel's heart ache so intensely.

He placed his arms around the neck of the Pure Angel and whispered into his ear, "I will always be here for you."

He felt another pair of arms go around his slender waist. He could feel hot breath make its way to the nape of his neck, causing him to feel sensations he knew no angel should have.

"Please... Taharial..." the slightly blushing Bird Angel murmured, trying to control the shaking of his voice,"We mustn't. It is wrong. If we let our human emotions get the better of us, we will be forever banished from the kingdom..."

Taharial would not release his hold, though. It only seemed to tighten, causing the Bird Angel to give forth a small squeak.

"But then why," The Pure Angel began, his warm breath giving a devastatingly vermillion flush to Trgiaol's cheeks, "Why did God make me love you so?"

Trgiaol pushed Taharial gently away from him and turned to go out of the room.

In a calm voice, while still turned away from the Pure Angel, he said, "You... do not... love me. Angels cannot love... And... despite all these strong emotions... we cannot... And... we will not."

He walked out of the room, leaving Taharial sitting in the middle of the cold bare floor, leaving him speechless; leaving him to cope with this sudden rejection that left his heart feeling heavy. It was as if there was a weight keeping him down that would prevent him from ever flying again; as if there was no one left in Heaven to lift his sorrows.

He had to think... he had to plan. He had to find a way to lift away all the rotten feelings that were left inside his soul to become sore and infected. He had to be with Trgiaol; he was the only one that turned his angelic feelings into something almost... human.

Letting his mind search the catacombs of knowlege, he let his very being go into a state of complete oneness with all that was the universe...

He allowed his mind to connect, and then... It clicked.

As he let this new idea; this new concept, sink into his mind, he chuckled to himself a bit. And then losing control of himself, he laughed, a strange and unangelic laugh, so evil, it could thin even the devil's blood.

'I know,' he thought, picking himself out of the floor to a standing position,' I will rid this whole universe of its imperfections! Perhaps, then, even EVERYTHING! Then our tasks as angels will be complete...'

"And then you will be mine!"

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One more thing: The characters featured in this chapter are my original creations (but the names were based on Angel names I found). They were NOT in the original stroy, in case anyone gets confused. Oh, and don't worry, they're important to the plotline. I haven't lost focus yet! Third chapter should be up soon!