I like making up the setting of Heaven, and all their little events. It's just...cute. In response to my three reviewers, Yes, there will be Rixon, but be patient! Trust me, I've got my ideas! I'll be honest; a lot of the first three chapters are going to be set-up for the rest; be patient loves, it will pick up!
Chapter Two
It was dark above the clouds, and the celebration was in full swing. However, I was back at the fountain, alone, where I could quietly resume my watching. I waved at the ripples, until I saw the beautiful woman again. She was praying over her bed. When she was done, she blew the candles out and went to sleep. Simple actions, and yet she made them look so graceful.
The celebration had gone well, as far as I could tell. There was this whole ceremony where the Angels would come out in their ranks. The Archangels wore royal purple on top of their official white togas; the Avenging Angels wore red; Angels of Death, grey, and so forth. After that whole boring process, we had to watch the Originals come out. Gabriel and Michael were the official representatives of God (He rarely came to the events), and would speak to us all about something or another (I didn't listen). Finally, it was time for the different groups of Angels to sing. Ezra, Nehemiah and I were the lead singers ("and by far, the best singers ever", according to Ezra)and so we led the choir behind us. There were the official songs that we had to sing, and then we got to sing a song of our own creation. That song, once it was over, was placed into the music box. Eventually, some lucky humans in the future would be "inspired" and sing the song. The song I had written was indeed for Dabria, and all the female angels swooned over our new sound. Finally, under Nehemiah's watchful eyes, I snuck away.
"Where's he going?" Ezra had murmured.
"To be alone, obviously." Nehemiah had answered. They had my back, crazy as they thought I was being.
"Festivities too much?" I jumped as a man approached me. He had brown skin, and his thick hair was in a tie behind his head.
"Oh no, they were fine." I was wary; I'd never seen this man before, and he could go tell the Archangels anything I'd said. He laughed at my tone.
"Well, I think they get more and more boring every time they do them. Except for your singing; I like the new sound you had for your song. It made those stuffy Archangels turn up their noses. It was something different; I can appreciate it." He looked at the food in his hand. "I can also appreciate the food."
"Can you really? Appreciate our song, I mean?" I asked, intrigued by his willingness to share an opinion.
"Sure! It had a futuristic sound to it. It'll make women swoon next time humanity hears it."
"Futuristic, sir?" This guy was really…odd. He laughed again.
"Well, you wouldn't know." He peered into the pool at the image I hadn't erased. "Hm. 1500s. I like this time; lots of fun stuff." Disregarding my wonder at how he knew what time I was watching, I grew passionate at his words. I began to tell him about the things I'd seen. He listened, but it seemed like he was staring right through me while I spoke. Most Archangels, or any angels, would have dismissed me by now.
"You're an intriguing Archangel, Jev Cipriano." I raised my eyebrows. "I read you. Sorry; it happens unconsciously at this point."
"What do you see?" I asked, curious. He looked at me, then at the fountain.
"You will have an interesting story. Hard, yes; long, extremely so. But worth it. A good story!" I looked at him oddly. The man was weird, to put it plainly. Wise, but not jaded. Timeless. As I was thinking, he began walking away.
"Hey, wait!" I ran up and stopped him. "What do you mean? Tell me, please!" I asked him, greedily.
"No." he answered, smiling, and continued his jovial stride. I was thrown off by his simple answer.
"Just one thing!" I begged. He sighed, looking at my hopeful, begging face. He placed his hand on my forehead. "She will be waiting for you, at the end." I was stunned by this vague, noncommittal answer.
"That's all I got for you, child. I really should get back; I'll be missed. You should, too; plenty of "nectar and ambrosia" for everybody. Enjoy yourself; get your head out of the clouds." He said, smiling. Bemused, I watched him walk off.
"Jesus, but you're odd." It was a phrase I'd heard through my observing humans, and it slipped from my mouth. I held my hand over my mouth, worried I'd blasphemed. He looked back from me, as if called, but shrugged his shoulders, and kept walking.
"I hope you were pleasant," Ezra said, shocking me.
"Why?" I asked, confused. Nehemiah laughed.
"He certainly is…unassuming, isn't he? It's rare that he's not surrounded by Archangels when he's not helping his Father catalog the universe. He must have wanted some quiet too."
As the pieces clicked into place for me, I finally noticed the whip scars on the man's back, and the small hole in his hands.
Oh, and the song they sung was "Girlfriend" by N'Sync. I always thought that Baby Jev (I'm still calling him that!) would sound like a young Justin Timberlake. Let me have my dreams!