Angel Sanctuary Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Circle ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

It was raining.

Michael scowled out the window, as if his disapproval could end the storm. Raindrops splattering against the glass one right after the other, with thousands more plummeting to their deaths on the colorless world below. The clouds were too thick to let any light through- as if it were shielding the sun, for just a moment, from the sinful display it had to stare at every day, only brightening up in the passing life of the lightning. Humans always found the dumbest excuses to explain the elements to their offspring- the thunder was God bowling; the rain was God's tears. There was nothing for God to be crying about today. Not unless God was missing her too.

He took another drag of his cigarette, drawing it out before crushing it against the back of his hand and tossed it into the glass bowl to join its fellow comrades reduced to expended stubs, only to light up another one. Kicking his feet up on the table and leaning back against the sofa, he pondered a crack in the ceiling before shutting his eyes in disgust.

What was he doing there?

Sitting on a half-stuffed couch, not able to enjoy a night to himself with the nagging impatience of his thoughts, things he could not block out as easily as he could the muffled voices and occasional clatter in the other room. These thoughts made every second feel like minutes, his hands twitching with irritating impatience. He hated more than anything being helpless, which only made him even more annoyed- and he was running out of cigarettes. The one he had now was not even halfway spent, but he rubbed it out anyway, sighing in relief as an eerie silence filled the apartment.

It was about time they stopped.

Michael stretched out on the sofa and sighed, settling into the peace before it would start up again, when a few extra seconds disrupted the routine, before finally, the door opened and shut. The archangel leaned up to see who it was; then fell back down with another groan.

It was her.

She wasn't the source of his problems- not directly- but the last thing he needed was the sight of her; the sound of her sneering disrespect. However, she didn't bother herself with him, making a straight beeline to the kitchen and the refrigerator- to which he rolled his eyes. Obviously getting her grapes again. He did not know what was it with the demon and grapes, but there she was, taking them in like oxygen. Well better than the life energy of humans.

Michael looked up again as she took the entire bowl to the counter and leaned against it, immediately preying on her produce. As usual, she made no effort of shamefulness, parading around in nothing but a white business shirt. Her hair was messed up, draped down her back and hanging over her eyes; his own staring into the bend of her neck, registering an important absence as his eyebrows knitted together.

"Where are your restraints?"

"Sunshine took them off," She responded calmly, popping a grape in her mouth and chewing it as he glared.

"Just perfect," he muttered, "you'd think after what happened he wouldn't be so trusting. Even if you are a hooker, you're still a Lilim, and all of you come from the same place."

She glared, dropping the fruit she had between her fingers back into the bowl.

"Calm down, Molly Redhead. We all agree with you- it sucks that your little fetish is now among the lunatics, but pointing you're oh-so-holy finger everywhere isn't going to make anything better. So keep your panties clean."

"Don't mess with me, Hessa," he warned with a menacing glare, about to add more to his threat, when his attention was captured by the slender blonde now standing off to the side; his hands buried idly in his pockets.

"Enjoying yourself, Mika-chan?"

Michael let his weight fall back down, his glare redirected to the crack in the ceiling while his brother sat down on the other couch, shifting his body around to glance back at Hessa, who held the stare silently before taking her precious fruit bowl and headed over; sitting down next to him with that expression she seemed to reserve just for him. There was no single word to guess what was going on behind those eyes, admiration and loathing, disgust and desire…Obedience with ulterior motives.

They were using each other for things that weren't worth gaining.

Raphael frowned at his brother, watching him with furrowed brows. He was in one of his moods again; not like he wasn't always in one. But he was always like this when it rained; because it had rained when she had been taken from her. Her mind was not stable enough to be out among the living at the moment and probably never would be, again. Lilith had taken her from him, purposely knowing she could do it and Mika-chan couldn't kill her for it.

His eyes narrowed, taking in the new necklace that Mika-chan had taken to wearing. The other male must have been wearing it for two months but he hadn't noticed it until now. It was the cross that she had worn around her neck, attached to a leather string and carved into dark wood. The blonde shuddered slightly, remembering seeing the human girl attached to a cross in the church; while Lilith ran her hands over her and licked the blood from her body as it poured from her wounds.

The blonde's nose twitched taking in the strong scent of cigarettes that hung heavily in the air like Mika-chan's mood. He wondered how many the red headed Archangel had had today.

"How many of those have you had?" he asked, voicing the question.

"One and a half," responded Michael, take a drag from the cigarette.

"Cigarettes?" asked Raphael, wondering where the strong scent had came from then.

"Packs," said Michael, lighting up another one.

Oh, that explained it.

"We are going to be needing febreeze," sneered Hessa.

"Fuck you," retorted Michael.

Michael was not in the mood to listen to them complain about the cigarette smoke; when he had to stand the smell of their sex almost every fucking day. He sighed and put the used cigarette out and lit up another one. The girl still haunted his mind even now and he wanted desperately to go see her and make sure she was doing okay; but something held him back from doing so. Yet he had ever right to do so she was his now and no one else's. A smirk formed on his face recalling her beautiful blonde hair has it hung down her back, her beautiful blue eyes that were wide eyed with an expression that showed her innocence and loss of it with one glance, and her voice: when it talked to him, yelled at him, and moaned for him. His smirk however, left when his ears picked up Hessa humming a song that she would play on her piano at night when she was alone. His champagne eyes narrowed and he glanced her way taking in her smug look; before glancing back at the ceiling and flicking his cigarette into her bowl of fruits.

Hessa shrieked in fury and started yelling at him but Michael blocked it and focused on when he and Raphael had been given the mission.

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Michael and Raphael stood before God waiting for their orders, they didn't have to wait long. The latest reincarnation of Eve, Adam's second wife, had been receiving packages with body parts in them- human and animal- along with letters written in blood. The first one had been a human head the most recent the heart of a sheep. The entire thing smelled like something a demon would do. The mission of the two angels was to find out who and why and put an end to it. A picture of the girl flashed through their eyes then of blonde hair and blue eyes.

Lovely.

Her hometown fit her image almost perfectly, the clean innocence of it- lawns and rooftops coated with white like frosted gingerbread houses, people bustling around in cars and on foot to wherever they were off to next. It was like being stuck in a goddamn greeting card; nothing like the case they were on. Taking their first look around as the two angels walked on the sidewalk, the most sinful offense that seemed to fit it would've been shop lifting- or parking next to a fire hydrant.

It was also one of those towns small enough for everybody knew each other, but didn't always stop to say hello. That would have to lead them to conclude that the entire place was possessed. Nowhere was that happy- not even Heaven. Nevertheless, it was a small town, and people found it easy to determine a newcomer among the crowds.

But never this easy.

Raphael in his suit wouldn't have made much of a spectacle on his own, but walking obviously with to his brother- who looked like some long-lost heir to the Osbourne family, raised more attention than either of them really wanted- especially the latter.

Michael regarded a couple teenage girls who were eyeing his tattooed face warily and gave them a death glare, causing them to squeak and scuttle off in the opposite direction like frightened deer, and his blonde sibling to shake his head.

"Stupid bitches," he muttered under his breath.

"Leave the humans alone, Mika-chan," Raphael ordered uninterestedly.

"They're stupid," Michael protested, and deepened his glare, "and don't call me that."

"We weren't sent here to harass the neighborhood, Mika-chan."

"Which means no fun." He blinked a couple times, mulling this over, then turned his head. "Are we allowed to fuck her?"

Raphael arched an eyebrow, glancing over at him. "Michael…It isn't just Eve who reincarnated. Adam did as well; she's still betrothed to him."

"So?"

Raphael considered his brother thoughtful, the shorter male had never showed interest in the female sex before. He wondered why the Angel of Fire did now and to a woman that belonged to the first man, no less. The blonde sighed and closed his eyes he had a feeling that the other male would cause problems for the cycle that didn't need to be broken. They were here to protect the girl, not sleep with her and destroy the cycle that she was linked too.

"Michael," he began.

"What?"

"You can not touch her in that way."

Michael snorted, "says who?"

"It is forbidden, you know you can not touch someone that is betrothed to someone else."

"I do not care who she is betrothed to, I want to touch her."

"Michael, you would probably scare her out of her mind. I mean, you aren't exactly the sort of boyfriend a girl would want to bring home to show the parents." Michael shrugged his shoulders. "Besides she belongs to Adam, she was giving to Adam because Lilith left him."

"I would not consider Sevi to be God."

"But that does not mean you can touch Eve."

"I will not be touching Eve."

"Good."

"I will be touching Rai."

"She is Eve! She is her reincarnation!"

Michael snorted and continued to walk with his brother in silence heading towards the girl's school. He looked up when he saw the various students walking around in similar school uniforms: the girls wore red that had black around the end of the sleeves were it enclosed their wrists and the black sailor collar had a stripe of red along with a red bow. They wore short black schoolgirl skirts that with even a little wind would lift them up and reveal the girl's underwear if they were wearing any that is. The boys wore black pants and a black jacket with a thin strip of red around the cuffs and high collars. Looking around the two Angels discovered they already had their own little fan clubs forming. Raphael smiled at the girls causing them to shriek and giggle, while Michael just glared at the girls causing them to smirk at him in heightened interest.

"Shit," muttered Michael walking past them.

"Come on Mika-chan," smiled Raphael. "We have to go to the office and register and get our new uniforms."

"Woopy fuckin doo," muttered Michael, entering the office.

An hour later, the Angels left the office wearing their uniforms, the school officials hadn't been too keen on Raphael's long hair and Michael's tattoo; but a smile from Raphael and a glare from Michael had shut them up. Michael was now currently playing with his collar.

"Stop that," said Raphael, stopping at a door. "We are here."

Sighing Michael stopped playing with his collar and walked in behind his taller brother into the classroom.