So, I made my own characters. Ezra and Nehemiah; I was going through my Bible stories and I just really liked those names so there we go! As for baby Jev (as I think of him) he's so...lol not Patch. Enjoy!

Chapter One

I was lying languidly on the edge of the fountain, looking into the water. I thought about the Archangels' meeting I'd just been at. All they ever spoke about was "humanity this," and "humanity that", and about how they were just so above them. It probably came from the jadedness that came from being in power for an eternity. I, myself, was pretty young in comparison, only 2 millennia old, which is why I still found humanity pretty interesting. Angels are "born" into their positions; I was born an Archangel; the law makers and judges. It was pretty strange; while I loved the power and was pretty talented when it came to my abilities, I was never like the other stoic, ancient beings. I was curious, hard-headed, and I hate to admit it, but oh-so very naïve.

I looked up from the water as I sensed others approaching. The others in question were my best friends, Ezra and Nehemiah. The two of them were day and night, yet I'd never met two friends that got along so well. Ezra had pale skin, and wavy brown hair. He was clever, brash, and fun, and hardly looked or acted the Avenging Angel he was supposed to be. Nehemiah had caramel brown skin, and cropped black curls. He was an Angel of Death, and he was quieter, wiser, but could easily crack a joke.

"What's going on, Jev?" Ezra asked me, sitting down on the grass. "Dozing into the fountain, again?"

Nehemiah laughed. "If he doesn't want to talk, it's cool." I smiled at them.

"It's fine. I'm just…watching." Ezra looked over into the fountain, where the image I'd been looking at was still playing out.

"Humanity, again? Boring!" he said, rolling his eyes.

"Why do you find them so interesting, Jev?" Nehemiah asked me, genuinely interested.

"They just…do things that make me wonder. God gave them free will and all, and I just like to see how they use it." I said, peering into the water. Ezra laughed at my words.

"A waste in my mind, but what the Big Guy says, goes." He placed his hands behind his head.

Nehemiah looked closer. He was always more observant than Ezra. We watched as the beautiful, voluptuous strawberry blonde danced. I didn't know it, but my eyes had grown in desire. Ezra groaned from the ground.

"You've missed our singing rehearsals, for this? We're singing at the celebrations, tonight! You are going to ruin everything!" Nehemiah rolled his eyes and grasped my shoulder.

"What Ezra is trying to say is that we need you." He seemed concerned. I nodded, clearing my head. I wiped the image from the water.

"You're right. I'll catch up with you guys." Satisfied, Ezra got up and walked away. Nehemiah stayed with me, walking slowly.

"Jev…" He'd seen the woman in the water.

"Nehemiah, don't worry." He didn't stop looking at me. I continued. "Okay, so it's just that, well…Sometimes I question the Archangels. Why are they so jaded? It's like they're consistently negative about them! I mean, what's so bad about free will, and…and love and all that?" I finished passionately. I hadn't had full clearance to see the humans (because I was so "young") and so what things I did see were reflected in the pool of the fountain. Nehemiah thought about my question.

"Nothing, really. We have love. But we also have a duty. That is why we exist. You've only seen little bits and pieces, and I believe what you are seeing is what you want to see; that is, because you are looking for happiness, you're seeing happiness. I've seen some pretty grisly things, being an Angel of Death, and I must say that I can see just a part of their…jaded reasoning." I shook my head; it wasn't the answer I was looking for.

"Never mind, man. Don't worry." Nehemiah nodded, and didn't pry anymore. Instead, he smiled.

"We have music to make; Ezra might explode if we don't start soon."

"Jev!" We both turned. My girlfriend, Dabria, was running towards me. I opened my arms, and she fell into them. She kissed me, full on the lips.

"What are you writing today? Is it a song for me?" she asked, breathless.

"But of course." I answered, smiling back. She smiled, grabbing my hand. Something had been off lately. I knew that I loved Dabria, but…I erased the thought from my mind. Removing my hand gently, I turned to her.

"Hey, I'll see you later tonight, okay?" I turned away quickly, but not fast enough, because I still saw Dabria's face fall. Nehemiah and I began to walk faster.

"Trouble in paradise?" he asked me. Again, he always saw too much. He easily made the connection between the woman and the water, and my relationship.

"I don't know," I answered honestly. "I'll get it together." It was silent for a moment, and then I smiled mischievously.

"Race you to the gazebo!" I shouted, and took off. Looking behind me, Nehemiah had grinned and took off after me.