"Six wings … Two to fly, two to cover his body, because the body is an unclean thing, and two to cover his eyes because no one can look at God."

"Why can't anyone look at God?"

"It's hard to look at a love you can't understand."

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June 16th 2010 8:00 pm

When I awoke, I realized that for the first time, in a long time, it was with a lighter heart. I laid there in the dark of my daytime hideaway and thought over recent events.

Nava Seta.

The young woman who had come blundering into my life and ultimately unearthed some desire in me. I had long known such things as angels and true demons existed- most all things humans thought of as fairy tail did to some extent. But never had I ever encountered someone who had the possibility of being the Antichrist. According to the angel, it was because of him and his comrades that an Antichrist had never made it past infancy.

Salvation.

An angel I had chained in my interrogation room after his attack. I had come to terms recently that I would be going to hell someday to pay for all my crimes against humanity, but I wonder if caging an angel would award me an even worse fate in the afterlife? A slow smile spread across my face- it would be worth it, to spend and even harsher time in hell for killing an angel than to let him ever lay a hand on Nava.

I rose from my daytime sport and dressed myself in fresh clothes before making my way straight for Nava's room. I knocked, but nothing stirred from behind the door so I opened it slowly to give her time to tell me to stop if she needed a moment of privacy. But there was no stirring from inside the room. Swiftly, I opened the door only to find no one.

Nava was no where inside the room, but upon closer inspection, I found her cell phone and what looked like to be around twenty dollars and a handful of loose change. Strange. So, she must be somewhere within the house. I reached for her phone and flipped it on. I saw she had one missed call from a contact labeled "MomsBombs".

I felt a corner of my lip tilt up in a half grin. She was definitely an embodiment of most women from this century. From the way she talked to the way she dressed. There was nothing otherworldly or mysterious about her. How strange it was that if she truly were the Antichrist she is what they would appear like. I opened her phone to search around for more information about this girl, I could not help my curiosity.

And in my search I was... thrown for a loop. In this world with social media and the thriving social lives of teens and adults in their twenties she only had seven contacts. One was her mother, another was labeled 'Work' and another labeled 'That One CoWorker' and the rest were food delivery establishments. Her photos folder had only one picture of her standing next to a woman slightly taller than her in front of the river front with the city lights shining around them.

It appeared to me that she lived a very lonely life. I wondered what she would be doing now if this event had never happened that spiraled us into each other's lives. Would I have ever met her? I never would have smelt her in a crowded street but perhaps if we had occupied the same cafe or restaurant our eyes might have met and I would have wanted to know more about her. As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I doubted it extremely. There was no other way we could have met besides this one, and though it was wrong to relish in her misfortune, a part of me was happy. Happy after years depression. Happy for something new. Happy to meet her.

I went out to the foyer and saw a panicked Isabel and her human, Hugo.

"Sheriff, I'm so sorry, but Hugo did not know the full conditions of Nava's presence here-" Hugo cut her off placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Please, Isabelle. This was my mistake, I'll take full responsibility, Godric," he said with a brave face as if he were expecting me to strike him down. And while I was no longer a vicious man, I grew irritated at their beating around the bush. I felt some worry worm it's way into the pit of my soul.

"What has transpired?" I directed my question to the human.

"I ran into Nava on my way out the door this morning, she asked me for a ride to her apartment. That was around 10 am, but she hasn't called or come back and now it's dark. I didn't know-"

I cut him off sharply, "Where did you take her?" I know my tone frightened the man, but the pit of worry was stronger than before. If he had taken her when he had gone to work that was... hours ago. Why would she still be gone? Why wouldn't she return- there were angels after her-

My eyes widened and I took off in vampire speed toward the interrogation room. I was not surprised when I opened the door and found it empty of all inhabitants, only saddened.

A moment later Isabel entered the room.

"Hugo has informed me that he took her to this address," she handed me a slip of paper with her perfect hand writing and was unable to look me in the eye. "I am so sorry, my Sheriff..."

The image of her upset did not please me. "I know your human was not at fault, Isabelle," I looked down at the note again and memorized the address. "I will be gone for the rest of the night, please take care of my appointments." I started to walk toward the door.

"Of course, Sheriff." I heard her say.

June 16th, 2010 8:20 pm

Smoke and ash filled my nostrils long before I reached the building Isabelle's human took Nava. The stench of it was heavy in the thick humid night's air. But I held out hope that it was coming from somewhere else in the city. Was that a selfish thought? To hope the horror's of fire had happened anywhere else but where Nava was?

Time is a cruel teacher. And I should have learned the lesson to never hope years- centuries ago. But it appeared I was still a child in the eyes of all of existence. Hope has never been on my side. Not form the moment I took my first human breath, not from my time as a slave, and not since I started my new life as death.

I landed softly near the crowd outside of Nava's apartment. Hardly anyone noticed my descent from the sky, all were too engrossed with the blaze the apartment complex was in. Even my eyes could not be removed from it. The sound of the fire trucks and ambulances overtook all sound.

The weight in my chest, the weight that over the years had become almost unbearable intensified. My eyes finally scanned the crow hoping to find the half shaved head of my friend, my new source of excitement in my dull life only to turn up empty.

Eventually, I was able to make my way to a man dressed in a fire fighters uniform.

"What do you know about this fire, sir?" I asked, my voice sounded devoid of emotions of my own ears.

The man glanced down at me and dismissed my appearance as that of a child's.

"Son, you're gonna need to step back with the other looky-loos."

I was in no mood to correct all the errors in his statement, I simply pushed my influence straight into him.

"What. Happened?" My voice steeled over.

With glazed eyes the man answered my question.

"Point of origin was in apartment 6F. Only two causalities, females. From what the neighbors reported there was a lot of screaming and yelling. There was also a 911 call at some point, but these apartments are pretty close to the real shit ghettos. Cops didn't get here till and hour after the call. By then the place was lit like a camp fire. Heard my boss say murder suicide mos' likely."

I struggled to ask my next question.

"What was the woman who owned this apartment's name?"

"Mary Setta."

I felt a swell of confusion, "Mary? Not Nava?"

"Nava? I... I think that was the name of her daughter. The other female in the apartment."

I released my hold on the man and in his confusion walked away back with the rest of the civilians.

Nava asked Hugo to drive her to her home but she had gone to her mother's instead. What could of happened? My eyes bore into the fire, the heat of it combined with the night's humidity should have warmed me, but I felt more dead and cold than I had in my whole life.

A cool breeze fell next to me and I heard a soft fluttering of wings.

"Tell me, Salvation, was this your doing?"

A soft sigh escaped the angel's mouth. "I did not."

And for some reason I believed him.

"How was it that you were able to escape my dungeon?"

"An old... acquaintance showed up." I looked toward my taller companion and his shoulders were slumped. His eyes were darken and he looked just as weary as I was. Tired. Exhausted.

He stared at the flames and I saw regret in him, not in an obvious manner, no I saw it the way I had started to notice it in myself over the years. A barely visible glimmer that followed me everywhere.

"You know," his voice took me from my dark thoughts, "I've seen you before last night."

I said nothing, and he took it as a sign to continue. "It took me some time to realized just where it was I had seen you before. I... I use to have a... friend. They use to watch you," he turned to look at me instead of the flames, and there are tears streaming down his cheeks. "She believed you were evolving into a better version of a vampire. She saw hope for the future in you. I would call her stupid and she would just laugh..." Salvation choked out a laugh of his own but there was not mirth in it. "She's gone now."

Gone. Like Nava, like countless humans that had crossed my path when I was a savage cloud of death. It occurred to me that everyone I had ever come in contact with- no matter how hard I tired, their lives slipped through my fingers like water. I could not save anyone besides my children. And now they were grown, properly vampire grown and while they would always be tethered to me by my blood they did not need me anymore. Standing next to that angelic being I felt so alone in the universe I could not even scream.

"Last night," the angel continued, completely unaware what his chatter was doing to my psyche, "I almost wanted to be wrong- the way she denied it. So adamantly-! She visited me in the morning, and I thought, I hoped she would make an attempt at my life, I wanted to be shown the pure evil she was suppose to be, what I have spent my entire existence trying to prevent, but she just," and his speech broke off there to make room for a genuine laugh, "She just told me to go fuck myself and that she wasn't the Antichrist. That she would prove it." He wiped away his tears and sucked in a deep breath.

"I guess they got to her first... It doesn't make a difference, but I am sorry. I am sorry I was not there to stop them, not that I'm even sure I would have," his words were tumbling out of his mouth in a fumbled mess, "Perhaps, only now that I can feel the flames that I can think I wouldn't have killed her, but I don't know. I don't know what was the right course of action... But even I cannot deny that there was something about that girl... I wanted to be wrong about her..." he didn't sound sure but my heart has steeled over. I was numb so I turned from him without a word and took off into the night sky.

June 16th, 2010 3:00 pm

After Nava had left him Salvation sat in his cell, chained and resting with his eyes closed when he felt a presence.

He opened his eyes and standing before him was a man dressed in a black suit, with black slicked back hair and eyes so dark one would wonder if there even were irises wrapped around the pupils.

"Prince Pesado, what a pleasure," Salvation said to the man standing before him. Said man, Pesado rolled his eyes at the comment and scoffed.

"I am no more a Prince than I am a high paid errand boy."

Salvation took in his expensive suit and Rolex watch, before rolling his own eyes up at one of the Princes of Hell. "High paid in deed," he remarked dryly.

Pesado walked over to angel and crouched down next to him. He lifted one of the locks with one hand while his other reached into his suit's pocket. Out he pulled a lock picking kit.

"You know, Sal, if you want a suit like mine I can hook you up whenever you want."

Salvatoin rolled his eyes again and focused on a spot on the far side of the room.

"My employer is very wealthy, and unlike your ever so silent boss, Lucy pays well and always gives me good marks on my performance cards."

"I happen to like my clothes," Salvation blurted out before he can stop himself, feeling a need to defend his own attire.

But the locks clicked open and all pretense of pleasantries dropped away.

Pesado leaned in even closer and lightly grasped Salvation's chin and angled his head as if he were about to kiss the angel.

"I have a proposition for you, Sal."

June 16th, 2010 9:00 pm

Salvation stood at that spot, staring at the flames for a while longer after the vampire left. He could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket, but he ignored it and instead started walking down the street. He passed by most people completely unseen. Every now and then a child would stare at him a little too long, their eyes would fill with wonder and he knew it was because they could see his wings. Normally he would smile at them, for Salvation loved the humans his creator loved so dearly. But not tonight. Tonight he could spare no smiles or warmth.

Tonight Salvation was hollow. The angel walked and walked and walked till he wasn't so much in any real specific place, as he was moving through space. Time moved regularly around him, but he was able to jump through realities. Eventually walking himself straight into the heart of New York City.

Just outside of a shabby bar, the angel sucked in a deep breath before opening the door. When he walked in he saw Pesado sitting on a bar stool, sipping a scotch on the rocks. The glass was held delicately in his leather gloved hands.

Salvation moved to sit next to his old, demonic acquaintance.

"When was the last time the two of us shared a moment in this bar?"

Without turning to look at him, Pesado replied, "I want to say one... or perhaps two hundred years ago?" He took a long sip of his drink, before snapping his fingers at the barkeep. He pointed at his drink then held up two fingers. Without a word the barkeep placed another scotch on the rocks in front of Pesado and one for Salvation.

"How is she?" Salvation asked after a long while of silence.

Pesado, still seemingly disinterested kept his gaze forward, occasionally looking down at his drink. "She is coping better than most at her stage of transformation." Finally the demon turned to look at the angel, "But she is reaching a critical stage. She will need constant reminders and caring if she is to make it out with her mind."

Salvation nodded his head, his eyes grew distant. He looked back up at Pesado.

"I will hold up my end of the deal." Pesado had already turned away from, but the angel continued, "I will act as if the Antichrist was slain and I will tell not a soul she is among the living."

Pesado nodded, but otherwise acted as if he was not the only witness to an angel's life crumbling. The angel's voice shook.

"I will hold up my end of the deal, and you- you will not allow her to lose all of herself?" The angel asked, almost pleaded.

"You have my word. All you have to do is go back to your little friends and tell them you did what you set out to do." Pesado drained the last of his drink before turning to face the angel completely. Like in the dungeon he reached a gloved hand out to grasp the angel's chin. "Despite our differences, I consider us friends, old one." His grip on the angel's chin tightened, "But once you've done all of that I want you to stay the fuck away from Nava and I."

Salvation nodded and Pesado let him go. The angel heard soft footsteps approaching the two.

Nava slipped onto the stool next to Pesado on the demon's left. The angel noted that her eyes were blotchy and red, like she had been crying for awhile. Clutched in her hands was a half drunken plastic cup from a fast food chain that read McCafe.

The angel felt something in him go out for the little evil. What had transpired to her after their conversation that morning?

"Is he going to try and kill me?" she asked Pesado.

The man in the suit sipped his drink but otherwise ignored the girl.

Salvation rolled his eyes, "Your life, as far as I'm concerned little evil, is no longer my problem."

Nava rubbed her eyes only succeeding in irritating them more, but managed to nod her head to acknowledge his words.

Pesado got up from his chair and told Nava that he was going to the car. Leaving the angel and the Antichrist alone.

"So... are your morals so easily bought?" Nava sipped her drink through her straw. She couldn't stop fidgeting, her arms spazzing occasionally and her left kneed kept jumping up. Her hands were in constant motion- scratching parts of herself, pulling her hair at some points. Her motions worried the angel, so her words did not anger to him. In fact, it appeared to him that she wasn't so much as taunting him as she was simply trying to distract herself from whatever it was that was going on inside her head. And since all the angel had on his hands on was time, he decided to indulge the girl.

"Did you ever have a best friend, Nava?"

She blinked, most likely shocked at his use of her name and for a moment the pain in her face disappeared before it came back full force. "No... no I-I never did. Godric was the first real friend I'd had in awhile. B-but now I'm never going to see him again, I guess. Just like my m-mom."

Salvation sighed and tried to ignore the stinging in his own heart.

"Well, I did. I had a dear friend, a best friend. The bestest. I enjoyed her company and she mine..." Salvation wondered if he was going to far, if he was doing something he shouldn't by telling her this. But then again, her mere presence, her alive status wasn't suppose to be so he continued. "She fell. Around fifty years ago. Pesado said he would do everything in his power to keep her mind from turning completely to mush and darkness. He will help her preserve some of her personality. My feelings for her are so strong, I must believe they are his will. That the Lord wishes for me to do this. I have to believe that what I am doing is right."

The two very broken beings fell into silence.

"Did... did you see Godric?"

Two long moments of silence, filled with Nava's twitching passed before the angel answered.

"Yes." Salvation wanted her to leave it there. To not ask more question about the vampire he left with such an air of defeat he did not believe he would stay among the living for much longer.

"How did he look, was he mad that I left?" Her face went red, and for the briefest of moments she looked an average young adult woman and not the beginning of the end of the world.

"He looked... gone."

Tears threatened to over come her face as she shot up from her stool and ran in the direction of the demon in the suit.

Salvation looked down at his drink. Untouched. The ice cubes had started to float.

A soft breeze passed through the bar and then the angel was gone.

EDIT: Okay, so a lot of you messaged me and told me this chapter was a bit confusing. Haha, and then I reread it and it was. so I added a time line so that you can tell when things happened. As I told a couple of you in messages that you're suppose to be confused about what happened to Nava, because I didn't want the reader to know. Also: one of my absolute fav authors on here follows this story, but doesn't review :s I'm kinda worried they're batting up to leave a horrible review _ END OF EDIT

Ah man guys. I got a job and lost all motivation to write. Sorry. I'm back in school, which is why I found the time to write this.

Okay, so here comes the interactive portion of this story. I can end this story right now. Nava is alive, but Godric thinks she's dead. This sort of depression could just be one other thing that gives Godric the motivation to kill himself. A couple of months after this chapter canon can take over and follow the events of the tv show.

Or...

Or I can continue. I can't promise regular updates, but I do have other ideas for this story. Up to you guys.

Oh and notice how I didn't open with a joke? This chapter wasn't very funny so I didn't think it would fit.

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