|Sweet Taste of Souls
Author: TheNakama PM
Gabriel has always been God's Brightest Guardian Angel-that is, until he meets Alter. To save his charge, and himself, Gabriel must fight Satan's right hand messenger-and fight his feelings for him. This is the story of a Demon's whiles and an Angel's Fall. Warning this is M/M romance and does involve religious figures. We do not intend to offend.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Fantasy - Chapters: 11 - Words: 20,599 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 10-09-12 - Published: 09-07-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3056517
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Hey people! Kickin' TheNakama back into gear with my story (co-authored with the lovely Firegirl210)! For newbies to our stories, these are roleplays, which flip between POV's of the characters. This story is rated M due to some guy-on-guy scenes (yay lemons!) so if you are not into it, I suggest checking out some other stories (I know a certain For My Princess is fantastic). If you like this stuff, I'm determined to make you love it and if you are curious, we shall try and welcome you gently. Please do enjoy ^^!
Installment I: Twisting Fate
"My target is...Micheal Cheaff. Eleven years old. Hit by a car. Death time, 9:43 PM April 14." Snapping the jet black folder shut, it disappeared in a mist. Removing my beautifully sharp scythe, I hopped from the roof I was standing on to that of the hospital where tonight's job slept on the verge of death. Sinking down into the room Micheal occupied, I glanced into the bed. All I saw was a white pillow and kicked back sheets.
"It's amazing! No one expected Micheal to survive the crash with his injuries!" an excited doctor said.
"Yes, we are so happy to see him walking again!" a sobbing mother cried tears of happiness.
"How are you feeling, dude?"
"I feel completely fine! Just like my friend Gabriel said I would!" a very happy not-dying little ginger announced excitedly. I turned around to see my target, alive and well with only a broken leg and a few scars to show for his apparently near death experience, surrounded by family and friends happy to see the child alive. One particular friend seemed a bit different though. Standing at the boy's side, his hand on his shoulder, one particularly handsome friend silently watched over the situation. His wavy wheat colored hair framed his perfect face, studded with gorgeous eyes the color of the sky. He was perfect, too perfect to be human. As everyone left and the nurse put Micheal back into his bed, only this friend stayed. As the child fell asleep, he turned to this friend and smiled.
"Thanks for saving my life, Gabriel. I really thought I was going to die."
"Of course not. Not on my watch." Micheal fell asleep peacefully. The friend glared over his shoulder.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" he asked spitefully.
"I am Alter Roplin. The Death God come to take the soul of Micheal Cheaff," I replied rigidly. His face twisted in disgust.
"Then go back, demon! I, Gabriel, Guardian Angel of Micheal Cheaff, have saved his life. Your services are no longer needed," he said haughtily.
"Micheal Cheaff's death date is today. You nor I can alter his fate," I informed him.
"Ha! I am one of God's purest Angels! His fate is altered!" Pride pouring from his every pore.
"What is one of God's purest Angels doing as guardian of a mere human?" I asked, somewhat skeptically. Gabriel's mouth twitched.
"God assigned me with a very important mission and I follow it without question. A loyalty that a demon like you wouldn't know about. Now be gone, demon! Or I shall have to exorcise you!" he said a bit louder and more angrily.
"I cannot return until I obtain Micheal Cheaff's soul, but I shall retire for the night," I phased through the wall into the crisp night air. The moon was at its peak in the sky. "I can't believe it took me that long and I didn't even retrieve my target." I put my hand to my face to find a slight smile. I felt amused at the thought of him exorcising me. This was new to me.
My name is The Angel Gabriel. Once upon a time, I was one of God's mightiest warrior angels, and had clashed swords with Satan himself. As everyone knows, we drove the legions of Satan down below the earth and peace was restored in Heaven.
You'd think I would be rewarded for my bravery and valor-worshiped by mortals, given temples, maybe even a throne beside God. I deserve nothing less.
I don't know why I'm being punished like this. A mighty Angel reduced to keeping an eye on a little skinned-kneed brat? Ridiculous.
So you can imagined my distress upon seeing my protectorate being thrown across a sidewalk by some stupid mortal in a vehicle. It was why I hated dealing with humans. They were all destructive lunatics.
Micheal was taken to the hospital, and I hovered above him all the while, wondering if I would get into trouble for this. I had been charged with his protection after all.
As he lay in the bed, his life-light growing weaker and dimmer, he gently tugged on my sleeve, his little face flushed and his eyes teary.
"Gabriel? Am I going to die?" He asked, and I sighed. What kind of Guardian Angel would let their charge be so frightened of death? I smiled gently at him.
"No, Micheal. You won't." I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his forehead, taking some of the everlasting light of my being and rekindling his dying light. He gasped as his soul was blinding for a moment, and then I stepped back to survey my work. His fatal wounds were healed and his light was glowing as brightly as ever.
A job well done, if I may say so myself.
As Micheal's doctors and family all proclaimed about the miracle, I sat back and smiled, congratulating myself. Suddenly I felt a dark energy blossom behind me and I shivered as the creeping sensation of death in the room grabbed my attention. I whirled, and came face to face with a dark figure crouching on the windowsill.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" I snapped, and he frowned, brushing his crimson-black bangs out of his eyes.
"I am Alter Roplin, the Death God come to take the soul of Micheal Cheaff." He said, and I bristled at his words. Then go back, Demon! I, Gabriel, Guardian Angel of Micheal Cheaff, have saved his life. Your services are no longer needed." I growled, and he glanced at his watch, his death scythe held lazily in one hand.
"Micheal Cheaff's death date is today. You nor I can alter his fate." He drawled, and I glared in retaliation. Who did this fool think he was? Waltzing in here and telling me what I could and couldn't do.
"I am one of God's purest angels! His fate is altered!" I informed the demon, and he raised a slanted eyebrow, lounging in midair.
"What is one of God's purest angels doing as a guardian of a mere human?" He asked, and I twitched in irritation. It was none of his business.
"God assigned me with a very important mission and I follow it without question. A loyalty a demon like you wouldn't know about. Now be gone, demon! Or I shall have to exorcise you!" I commanded, and he had the audacity to chuckle at me.
"I cannot return until I obtain Micheal Cheaff's soul, but I shall retire for the night." He suddenly dissipated into smoke and melted through the wall, and I stared after him furiously.
"Gabriel? Why are you talking to the wall?" Micheal suddenly asked sleepily, and I turned to glance at the very much alive little boy. I smiled, kneeling closer to him. I rested my forehead against his, and he giggled as my golden locks brushed his face.
"I won't let anyone hurt you, alright Micheal?" I said, and he rested his face in my robe. I glared at the wall again.
"No one will take my charge from me."