Fallen Angel

Epilogue

The cat was really heavy, he thought with a huff. It was weird, because it didn’t eat, but then again, Mikrael wasn’t a normal cat. Still, it was squashing his lap, and when it would stretch it would also claw at his skin. But he couldn’t be moved to care enough to get angry; the cat was the physical representation of something that stole the ability to get mad at it from him. Lukas petted it, and got a small smile on his face as it purred back at him. Their eyes locked, one pair grey, almost white, the other emerald, brilliant like polished stone.

“You lazy ball of hair.” Lukas scratched the cat’s chin. He sighed and leaned his head back against the sofa he sat on.

It had been hard to come to terms with it, but he managed. His logic fought against the facts; however, he had no other choice but to accept them. Angela was an angel, Mikrael wasn’t really a cat, and no one else could see it, only him, because he was Angela’s mate. He was made for her. It brought a dry grin to his face; he wondered what his father would think if he ever found out his son’s life purpose wasn’t precisely to let Ingram Distributor live on.

He scratched his head, at the same time chuckling lightly. His eyelids fell. He didn’t particularly like the fact that his fate was set even before he came to live, but he also didn’t think anybody was free to choose their own path. He was just one of the few unlucky bastards to find out they weren’t truly as free as they believed to be. Surely everybody’s lives were planned by the higher being.

Thinking such things always made him ask himself questions he hadn’t considered much before, about Heaven, about Hell, about God, about the Devil. He shuddered, those were questions he wanted no answers to; he felt if he knew he wouldn’t be able to get rid of the feeling of involvement he’d get. Some things were left unknown, and yes, ignorance was bliss.

He frowned at himself; no, that wasn’t entirely true either. Many times he had thought of how his life would have been had he not found out about Angela. He probably would have kept going on. But he would have missed something great, something holy; he wouldn’t have known the most precious gift God could give him.

He wouldn’t have had a purpose.

That didn’t mean he easily accepted his reason for living was to make someone else happy. The selfish side of him believed so, anyway, and it was the part that made him angry when Angie told him he was hers. But the reasonable side of him –he dared call it the selfless one-, asked him, what more sublime way of living than for someone else? What was there wrong in it? Didn’t God want us to abide to it? And God itself was making it easier for him; He was also giving Lukas a gift through Angela. It was God’s lesson for him, too.

When he realized that, it was already too late, she had taken off. He didn’t bother following her, though; she had wings, he didn’t, she could go anywhere, he couldn’t. He opted to wait; she would have to come back for her kitten, or rather, for her guide. But why did she cry? Was it because she didn’t like God’s mate choice for her? He hoped that was not it. Did she think he was rejecting her with his silence? That was it, and maybe his coldness also reached her.

The cold… The cold he felt when she left him was not normal. Nothing was normal anymore, but that cold was above any anomaly. Was that the reason why he had always felt so cold in his life? Why no matter how many clothes he donned, how high he turned the heaters, whoever was there to share his bed with, could never warm him enough?

He understood he had never been a normal addition of the human race, he was special, he had been chosen. And he almost threw it away too!

Seeing her cry… It felt as if something hard, with an enormous velocity and force, had hit him straight in the stomach, making the coldness return. He didn’t want the cold anymore. He hated the cold.

It was that what made him realize, he needed her as much as she needed him.

It still would probably take a while for him to fully embrace the new concepts of what was normal and what wasn’t, of what was real and what was fantasy. It would take a while to discern the truths from the lies, and to really open his eyes to life, the eternal one he was heading on. But he’d cope with it, he wasn’t alone, and because of that he didn’t fear the changes to come.

Mi stirred and crawled out of his lap, landing heavily on the floor before sauntering away. The cat became fatter and healthier because of their… love. There was a silly grin on his face, a blush colouring his cheekbones. It was an unusual food for an animal; but well, not only of food could a human live from; why not apply it to an animal? God had a funny sense of humour.

“I never thought I’d become such a fuzz ball.” He muttered to himself, falling forward on his elbows, his right hand rubbing his eyes. He laughed lightly, shaking his head. For the first time in his life, he felt happy; it brought tears to his eyes.

His bathroom door opened, his skin felt the rush of hot stream that came from the inside. His fingers separated to allow him to view his angel, walking his way while she scrubbed her short hair dry. She was wearing pyjamas already, the bottoms dotted with small fuchsia hearts, her tee completely white. She plopped on the sofa to his left, offering him a cheeky grin as she kept rubbing her head to rid of some of the wetness. He smiled back at her, placing his arm around her shoulders and bringing her close to him.

“You can go take a shower,” Her smooth voice said. “The water’s warm.”

“I don’t need water to be warm, though.” He murmured against her ear, smiling at the sight of her flushing cheeks. He kissed her neck softly, chuckling as she squirmed on her seat; Mi meowed from their feet, rubbing itself against their legs.

“Lukas,” Her tone of voice was faintly embarrassed, but he felt the hidden smile in it. “Mi is watching!”

“Let it watch,” He sat back for a second and blinked. “On second thought, perhaps that’s not such a good idea. It might just get fatter at an alarming rate and blow up on us.” The cat screeched and scratched his leg, Angie gasped and slapped him lightly on his arm, but it all just made him laugh.

“That wasn’t so nice.” She commented, he shrugged and pulled her fully against his chest. “Lukas! You haven’t taken a shower!”

“What,” Came his lazy voice. “You really don’t mind me dirty.” He laughed again at the indignant cry from her, hugging her tight and silencing her by his gesture. He cupped her face between his hands, staring into her dark eyes; he pecked her nose, her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, and against them he murmured, with half closed eyes. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He kissed her, and for the first time she felt protected, she felt complete, she accepted her destiny. He was her mate. They completed each other, they had fallen for each other; they were made for each other.

Mikrael yawned and curled itself between their feet, its eyes falling shut, a smile lifting its cheeks up, making his moustache hairs wobble.

The End

For reviewing, thanks to: J. Abigail, Simple Thoughts, Singingperson, xXLivingDeathXx, Tragic and Devastated, Kanilla, kstar129. And as crazy as it’ll sound, thanks to my head for having this weird writeable dream (lol).

“But in The End, it doesn’t even matter…” Linkin Park.

Fallen Angel was written in December of 2006 in Valencia, Spain, while having nothing better to do, and it’s an original production of Armith-Greenleaf.