Sunlight crept through the cracks of the windows, a warm towel left on my head as I slowly opened my eyes. My body is in pain, but... I'm alive? Looking down, my wounds have been bandaged and tend to. I was rested in a soft bed and welcomed to the warm smell of delicious spiced meats being prepared. How long was I gone? Who... Helped me?
Those hypnotic eyes flashed in my head again, a shiver racing down my spine. There was an urge.. This urge to devour. To eat. I sat up and nearly panicked. My wings! My wings! They've.. been bandaged. Whoever helped me can see my true form?! The door swings open and I nearly jump out of the bed. The beauty from before holding a series of meats and a bowl of steamed rice. The smell was overwhelming. It was delicious. My urge to devour her turned towards the food and my stomach agreed. She was cautious, as she should be and I only mirrored the reaction. A soft hiss tickled my throat. I never.. made such a noise before - mimicking the creator who now is morphing me. She took a step back before taking in a deep breath. Moving forward, she showed no fear towards me. Doesn't she know I could easily rip her apart!? I will! I'll claim her as mine with this ichor! But as the food drew closer, as I looked into her weary hazel eyes... My heart sank. Fate had funny ways of saying you were meant to be somewhere. It was like I was under a spell she cast. Everything seemed to freeze and we simply were lost in each other eyes. A fluff of my wings, I attempted to threaten her by casting my own spell. Though she didn't budge. She had a weight to her, one that was stern but calm. It was nearly terrifying. She sat the food on the nightstand and simply watched me. Was it a taunt? Was it a threat? The woman, she took control over my body again. I can see waves of what looked like life coursing through her. This essence -- this concept my creator taught me about. She was surging with it. She looked delicious, I wanted her in every possible way. In every horrid, awful way - let me rip her apart. Alas, I fought the urge to attack. This seemed to please my creator. The food... I used the food as a distraction.
Quickly, I pounced at the tray of food. The minute the meat graced my tongue, the juices overtook my senses. The seasoning, the flavors - I was quick to slurp and scarf down the delicious meal she made me. Her own being seemed to settle, her essence calming as she eased herself around me. I could see her heartbeat start to slow, I could sense her own being weaken. Then those words came from her mouth - the expected question I was waiting.
" Who are you? "
Her voice was like a sweet melody. It rang through my feral ears. My own heart thumped in my chest. What was this woman, what spell did she have over me? And what did she mean?
" I am -- you. A human? "
There was so much doubt in my voice, wiping the remnants of the juice of the meat with the back of my hand. She gave me a disappointed look. She could see me. She was about to speak in protest to my questioned answer, but I interrupted her. " I am a Grigori. An angel. " It was quick enough to silence her, nodding her head as she walked behind me to examine my broken wings. They were already in the process of healing, but she seemed so fascinated by them. Seeing the scriptures and drawings of the land, being like me were depicted with only two wings. They have never seen a seraph - let alone a WATCHER fallen from HIS grace. A soft touch against one of my feathers, my heart nearly blew out of my chest. It hurt so badly, but from her - it was if that one feather came to life. She showed no fear towards me and then I was graced with her beautiful voice once again.
" Who are you? "
What is with this crazy woman? I answered her question already, but when i turned to face her, I was greeted with such a beautiful look. Her hazel eyes gazing into my violet ones. I fell back against my palms. I was smitten.
" Amaros... Amaros, the one who taught mortal men the wonders of spells and enchantments. Amaros ' Spades ' Emyr -- And... who are you? "
A smile. Who knew.. that HIS creation could be so... beautiful. The movement of her soft lips as she spoke her name. A name I already grew so weak to.
" Yue Zhang. "
" Yue... Zhang. I owe you my life. You saved me, but why -- how can you see me other mortals couldn't even acknowledge me and you save me! "
Alas, she only gave me a simple smile.
Where was I...
A temple that reached towards the heavens, located upon the Eastern Mountains. It was spectacular. It was breathtaking, to wake up and see such a view. She let me stay with her, she took care of me, she catered to me -- and I gave her... my life. I obeyed her, I protected her. All beings here had a spiritual adeptness due to their intensive training. I trained with them and exposed them to further aspects of the supernatural. I was the one who taught the mortal man of enchantments and magic... Just like I was in Enoch. I was a Shaman, an Oracle to them - and these titles I accepted. Any who was hurt during training, I healed with my feathers. I helped expand the territory, warding away and fighting away impurities with Yue at my side. My heart sang with hers, for her family. I felt at home, at peace.
The call of Gehenna loomed over me. It taunted and tortured me but I ignored it - just that little longer to be with her. One day she just left. She didn't tell me anything, no notes, no preparations. I was left with the monks and I nearly panicked. I flew past the temple walls in search of her. Where could my precious Yue have gone!? Where did she go!? My heart was broken, it sank in my chest. Tears started to cloud my sight and I had to land in an unknown area. The near the outskirts of Hong Kong. I was disoriented, I was confused. I ran to her restaurant, I ran up and down the streets to find her essence. Nowhere, no sense. I couldn't find her. The call of Gehenna screamed inside me, it flooded my ears and rang in my brain. To send this realm in disarray and turmoil. I could reshape it, I can draw her out through the state of madness. She'll answer that call right? Or.. I could lose her forever in the process.
A saddened adventure back to the temple, this was her home, right? She would return then?
Days turned into months, which turned into years. How long? One... two... three.... five... My form hibernated during this time, finding shelter in her scent and within my wings.
I don't remember the day, but I remember the sun shining that much brighter that day. Peeling myself away from my cacoon, the haven I created to hide, the smell of the same dish filled my nostrils. That same dish she fed me when we first met. Is she home? No... my mind was playing tricks on me. Fixing myself up, I trudged towards the smell. It was more potent than usual. How much did she make? Seeing several plates made, it looked like they were freshly made and simply cooling down. Her voice, demanding yet so sweet, did she have a new student? She was far more harsh than usual.
I walked into the light only to have my heart jump to life. I barely noticed how she's aged, she was still so beautiful. Alas, my eyes didn't rest at her. They traveled to see a strapping young man, tired from the training the woman was putting him through. Hair as dark as hers, a sharp face, a sturdy form - but his own hazel eyes matched mine. I was speechless.
" Amaros.. "
My attention snapped towards her, standing tall, my wings folded back. Her face was soft, it was filled with love as she motioned to the young man beside her.
" This is my grandson. I have a request for you. "