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"And what about you?" Valencia Martinez asked, pointing to Fire. He smiled up at her, his eight year old boy face lighting up and his bright blue eyes shining with mischief. His dimples showed and his pearl white teeth gleamed in the dim lighting.
"I am Angel of Fire, and I am the fourteenth Angel God ever created," he stated proudly, his wings ruffling in his unsuccessful attempt at covering his excitement. Valencia Martinez smiled warmly at him, her thoughts changing to how cute he looked. I would have to agree, if you could call an Angel that was a millennia years old.
"And last, but not least, you?" she asked politely, eyeing Mischief. Mischief giggled and her eyes lit up just like her brother's.
"My title is Angel of Mischief, and I am the only Angel that can read other Angel's minds. I am the fifteenth Angel God created, and I love, love, love messing with Angel's heads. Especially Death's and Guardian's… It's just so fun to see Death get angry, and having Guardian to calm him down," she explained, giggling again, her dimples becoming deeper as the time went on.
I almost dropped my head into my hands, but I refrained from doing so, knowing that it would be titled rude. "Yes, she can not get enough out of seeing Death angry. I will say though, it is not a pretty sight," I sighed, smiling grimly at Death. The corners of his mouth twitched and my smile turned genuine. It was rare to see Death smile.
Valencia Martinez winced at this, trying to picture Death angry. She believed that Death could kill anyone he wanted when he was. "No," he said, reading her thoughts. Ella and Valencia Martinez, as well as I and my Flock of Angels, looked at him in shock. "I do not control death. God is the almighty and the all powerful. He alone shall control death. I alone sort it and make sure that those on Earth never forget the good memories they have with each other."
That was in all probability the most I have ever heard him talk in a long time. We all stared at him, shocked. Then he turned his gaze to us and we all looked away, getting that cold chill whenever we saw the empty void in his eyes. But I saw past that.
His eyes were full of knowledge, much like the other Angels, but his knowledge was more understanding in the ways of human kind. He knows how to love, and he knows many other human emotions that Angels seemed to have adapted.
I smiled at him, happy that he has said more than three words at a time. He squeezed my hand, his thumb rubbing the back of my hand in soothing circles. Leaning back against him, I turned my attention back to the scene in front of us.
"No need to keep staring," I said, noting the way all of the eyes seemed to turn away from us.
Mischief giggled.
"So…um…What should I call you all together?" Valencia Martinez asked, uncertain. She didn't want to offend us.
"You shall call us Angels, nothing more, and nothing less," I stated.
"Okay, um, Angels. What brings you to Earth? And why do you need to stay with us?" she asked, motioning towards Ella Martinez and herself.
"This does not concern you, Valencia Martinez—"
"Please, call me Dr. M or Val. My whole name seems way too formal, and if you are to be staying with each other, I would like this to be more comfortable." I nodded, choosing not to take offense at her cutting me off.
"Instead of calling us by our titles, call us whatever human name suits us," Mischief stated, smiling brightly again.
"Oh, okay, hm," she said, thinking of good names. Ella, she wanted to be called that, started thinking as well.
"Hey, you look like an Iggy," she said, pointing to Light and Dark.
"An Iggy?" he asked, uncertain. His blind eyes picked her out and she involuntarily flinched when they pinned hers.
"Yep," she said, maybe a little more hesitant. "Iggy."
I smiled brightly. The name definitely suited him, more than you know. His pale skin, pale blue eyes, strawberry blond hair, and—when he was comfortable, unlike now—his silly personality.
"I like it," I said, and Iggy nodded, now going to take the name, because I said that.
"You," Dr. M said, pointing to Love. "I think your name should be Nudge, because it only takes one nudge and you're off."
Again, I smiled. This naming thing was getting easier and easier. "Perfect," I said. Nudge grinned, jumping up and down on her spot on the floor.
"You," Ella said, pointing to Death. "I mean, um, is it okay if I call you Fang, instead of Death?"
Death was immediately very happy when she asked him instead of just laying it on him. It was amusing to see Ella, a young girl, talk to one of the oldest Angels God created, and look very, very innocent while doing so.
Death outright smiled at her intentions, and something lit in his eyes. He didn't look like Death; he looked like something softer than Death. I would take Ella's word for it and call him Fang. It suited him, especially since his canines were sharper than any Angels' or humans'.
He nodded and I smiled at him, pecking his cheek in order to show affection. Fang and I turned our attention back to Ella and Dr. M. They haven't yet come up with a name for Mischief or me or Fire.
"Can I just be called Angel? I don't really want to loose my title, and Angel sounds more human than Mischief," Mischief said.
"It suits you quite well," Dr. M said. In her mind, something very cute and innocent reminds her of an angel.
"Hm, Mom, doesn't he look like a gasman?" Ella asked her mother, sitting cross legged on the floor in front of us.
"Yes, I do believe so," Dr. M said. "Your name could be a shortened version of Gasman. Gassy? No, Gazzer? No, how about Gazzy? Yes, I like that name. It fits." At this, she smiled widely, proud of herself for thinking of the name.
Gazzy smiled greatly, happy with his new name. I had no doubt that he would still want to be called that when we go back to Heaven.
"And me?" I asked.
"Oh, you're easy!" Ella exclaimed. "Your name should be called Max or Sam, because you look like both."
"Max," I avowed immediately. Sam seemed too boring, and I liked that name.
"Max it is. Welcome to our home, Max, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy, and Angel," Dr. M said, opening her arms wide in order to be welcoming.
I do believe that my Flock of Angels are going to like it here.
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