For The Love Of Angel (Interactive)
Chapter 5
Alistair could remember only one other time when he had felt such an excruciating pain.
Finally, he had found Elias.
And then, unable to wait for the perfect opportunity that he had set in place already, he had shown himself to Elias.
And ruined everything, like a fool.
The eerie cries of crows brought Alistair from watching Elias disappear amongst the trees.
He looked up, his eyes narrowing into two thin slits.
A muster of black birds was assembling on the branches above him, below the lush canopies.
There must’ve been hundreds of them.
After landing, they just sat there, staring at him with sharp eyes, occasionally letting out a croak.
A stone formed in Alistair’s hand, and he launched it at the crows.
The birds soared into the air, flapping their wings like mad.
However, two unlucky ones were too slow.
The stone hit them hard, turning them into a mash of feathers, blood, bones, and organs as they splashed over the floor.
The Hooded Figure
That was unnecessary.
A male voice came from the direction of the crows.
And soon after, a hooded figure formed, sitting on a branch of the tree, completely relaxed.
Black, feathery wings were hanging over the branch, moving slightly as if they were synchronized with the man’s breathing.
Alistair
Your minions are unnecessary.
...Alistair growled back.
Alistair
Stalking me much?
A handkerchief appeared in his hold, and he wiped off a few drops of crimson blood that managed to sprinkle the covers of his book.
The fabric vanished right after.
Alistair
Now excuse me, I have places to be.
A sizzling fire started where his heart should be, then spread out through his limbs.
The Hooded Figure
And Elias?
The Hooded Figure
Why don’t you just tell him everything?
The Hooded Figure
Why the secrecy?
The Hooded Figure
Just be honest with him.
Cocking his head at the man, he laughed, dryly.
Alistair
Are you kidding me?
Alistair
How stupid do you think I am?
If he were to tell Elias the full truth, he was quite certain Elias would reject him, forever.
Elias couldn't handle the truth, not yet at least.
That’s why Alistair had a plan.
He just had to ensure to actually follow it, unlike today.
...the figure mocked him.
The Hooded Figure
You fell in love with an angel, and look at where it got you.
The Hooded Figure
You are even stuck pretending to be human.
The Hooded Figure
Pathetic.
The Hooded Figure
Not that I would expect anything more from your kind.
Alistair
Oh, I'm not stuck with anything.
Alistair
And yes, I did fall in love with an angel.
Alistair
But not with you.
Alistair
So, come down from that tree, and I’ll show just how pathetic I am.
Alistair
Or are you scared?
The Hooded Figure
Unlike someone, I am not foolish.
The angel extended his hand, his lithe fingers slightly curved in an inviting gesture.
Long, wide sleeves glided down his arm, gathering at the elbow.
The Hooded Figure
Come, my children.
The smashed crows from before started healing as if the time itself would be reversing.
Every scattered piece of them drew back, merging.
Their eyes opened simultaneously, and they flew up, croaking while joining their brothers and sisters, circling the angel with a call of victory.
Alistair
And yet you keep on stalking me.
Alistair
How desperate for attention are you?
He initiated a waterfall of scorching heat gushing through him again.
The Hooded Figure
Not very.
The Hooded Figure
Hower, I do still have a soft spot for Elias in my soul, despite all wrongdoings he had committed.
The Hooded Figure
Which is why I am here to warn you.
The Hooded Figure
If he ever gains his true form and the two of you join, the penalty will not be merciful.
The Hooded Figure
Breaking a law requires punishment.
The Hooded Figure
We were too kind in the past.
The Hooded Figure
We will not repeat the same mistake again.
Alistair took a step forward.
Alistair
It seems you’re confused.
Alistair
I’m only playing nice because I want to, for now.
A wicked grin spread over his lips.
Alistair
But if you touch him, I’ll tear off those precious wings of yours and feed them to you.
Alistair
That’s a promise.
With the fridge ice running through him, the reality around him warped.
The forest, the river, the annoying crows, and their even more irritating master.
Even the night itself turned into the late afternoon’s sun, shining into a spacious, luxurious penthouse through the full-length windows.
He walked to the bedroom’s wall and slid the painting of an orange tree in a pot, aside, revealing a heavy-duty safe.
The digits on the keypad beeped as he entered the correct sequence of numbers.
The safe unlocking, he placed the sketchbook inside, amongst letters and a wooden box.
He then locked the safe again and returned the painting to its place.
An image of Elias flashed before his eyes, as vivid as if he were standing right in front of him.
Alistair
Please, open it soon.
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