Otabek finds he's growing attached to the angel that's in his bed rather quickly. He's fond of the way he barks orders at him, eager to do what he can to make sure he's comfortable. He just wants to see a smile from Yuri. He puts up with the surprisingly dirty mouth this supposedly pure being has and never speaks a word against him when he throws the occasional object at him.

It's been about two days now and Otabek has called in sick to work both days, not wanting to leave Yuri unattended in case he needs something.

Yuri doesn't mind the attention in the slightest, but does find he gets a bit annoyed at the constant questions Otabek asks.

"What's your family like?" Otabek asks the first evening.

Yuri frowns in return, looking up from the human book he was given to read. "My kind doesn't have a family in the same sense as your kind does. We live in units together, but we don't experience emotions in the same way you do. There isn't an aspect of love like your kind has."

Otabek frowns softly, finding it hard to believe that this incredible winged boy had never been loved. "No love? That's rather sad… Don't you feel lonely? Who takes care of you when you need support?"

Yuri frowns a bit. "It's always been this way. Since my creation I haven't had a need to be close to another. We have intensive training the first 200 years of our existence to ensure we don't need support once we're sent out."

Otabek nods slightly, letting the idea that the angel in front of him is so much older than him, despite appearing younger. "Your creation? You weren't born?"

Yuri nods. "That's correct. I was created by a master angel. There's only three of them at a time. They keep our population in check. They make sure that when one of us falls from grace or is killed they get replaced."

Otabek finds this thought bothers him. "Replaced? You make it sound so unfeeling. You can't replace a person. How often is one of you killed? What does it mean to fall from grace? What causes you to fall from grace?"

Yuri sighs in annoyance. "That's enough questions for tonight. I would like to rest now."

Otabek tries to hide his disappointment, nodding a bit. "Alright." He gets up and walks out to let the angel rest.

Yuri frowns faintly, closing his eyes. He hadn't wanted Otabek to leave the room. He finds the room feels empty without the human in it. He doesn't like the feeling. The strange emptiness. He isn't used to feeling this way. While he has most of his memories back since the fall, something still doesn't feel quite right, and he's worried that this may mean he's not accepted back into the heavens.

The following morning Otabek is quick to jump right back into the same questions he had the night before, determined to get an answer.

Yuri isn't any less annoyed by them, but decides to humor him and answer. "We don't get killed very often. Only one or two have died in my lifetime. It takes a lot to kill one of us. Injuries like I received aren't fatal for us. There's only two things that can really take us out. The first is weapons of dark powers. Typically created by demons or other creatures of darkness. They're made specifically for the purpose of killing my kind. An injury created by one of their wounds can take decades to heal if it isn't a fatal wound.

"The second way we can be killed I'm not quite sure I should tell you. The less you know the better."

Otabek frowns softly in concern at this. "I won't push it then… And falling from grace? What does it mean exactly? How does that occur and how often does it?"

Yuri lays his head back as he looks over at you. "It means being exiled from the heavens. There are other factors that go into it as well, but that's the simple explanation. We no longer receive orders from the higher ups and we aren't allowed to return to the heavens, which typically means being trapped on earth where we'll be hunted and killed by demons.

"Falling from grace occurs less often than death. It hasn't happened in my lifetime. Though, from what I understand, I was created to replace the last angel who fell from grace. Apparently this angel had claimed he was in love with a demon."

Otabek raises an eyebrow. "In love? Didn't you just tell me your kind can't feel love?"

Yuri shrugs lightly. "We can't. We're taught right from the start that it's not something we are capable of feeling. It would get in the way of our work. Love makes someone weak. It shifts their priorities. While it's fine for humans to feel since they don't have any major world changing duties, it would cause trouble with angels. We have to focus. The lives of hundreds of humans rely on us to protect them. If we fail major disasters occur that lead to major casualties in your world."

Otabek frowns a bit, wracking his brain for a major natural disaster to ask about. "Pompeii. The volcano eruption. Was that when the last angel fell?"

Yuri glares, throwing a pillow at Otabek's head. "Do I look that old to you!? I am NOT that old, you fucking moron! Yes that was caused by an angel's fall, but not the one that led to my creation."

Otabek cracks a faint smile as he easily catches the pillow. "Then educate me."

Yuri huffs softly. "The last fall caused the Shaanxi earthquake of 1556."

Otabek nods a bit, doing the math in his head. "So that would have been 462 years ago? That's how old you are?"

Yuri rolls his eyes. "It's rude to ask an angel their age, human. To spare you from continually guessing though, I believe I'm about 350 years now. Creating an angel isn't a quick process."

Otabek nods a bit. "I see… Well, I apologize for offending you. I assure you that wasn't my intention." He hands the pillow back to Yuri, fully aware that it would likely be thrown at him again in the near future.

He offers a small smile to Yuri as a peace offering. "So this last angel that fell claimed to be in love, but you don't feel love. So what do you think caused it?"

Yuri frowns softly, gazing into the warm brown hues of the handsome human. "I believe it was foolishness. He let himself be corrupted. While we don't feel love, we can be corrupted by lust. I'm sure he confused the feelings. The demon seduced him. He was weak to fall for that. We have to remain pure and virtuous. We can't hide that at the gates when entering the heavens. He let his body be taken by the demon. He couldn't be allowed to stay with us. So he was taken to the council and his grace was stripped from him and he was thrown to earth. We don't know what happened to him since then. He hasn't been seen since. I'm sure the demon was happy to have succeeded in taking down an angel and in turn, causing the deaths of hundreds of thousands of humans. He probably killed the angel after."

Otabek frowns softly. "That's horrible."

Yuri snorts softly, his lips turning up ever so slightly in an amused look. "They're demons. You can't expect them to be anything other than horrible."

Otabek shrugs lightly. "I guess… I have one lest question for you today. If you don't have parents, who names you? How did you get a name?"

Yuri tucks some hair behind his ear. "It's different for each angel. They were rather bitter when the angel before me fell though. They wanted there to be a reminder to the other angels that when one of us dies or falls we aren't forgotten. Whether we are remembered fondly or negatively is up to us. My name is spelled differently, missing a letter that was in the name of my predecessor to represent that while I will fulfill the same duties he had, I will lack the weakness he held that led to his downfall."

Otabek frowns a bit in confusion. "What was his name?"

Yuri sighs softly. "As I mentioned before, our names are spelled differently, but phonetically they sound the same."

Otabek nods slowly, waiting for the angel to just tell him.

Yuri frowns a bit. "His name was Yuuri."