The Light Side Of Dark (Ch 3.)

Now, Azerial couldn’t think of any other way that experience could have got any worse, she sure didnt look like any angel I have ever seen. He thought as he sat high above the beautiful charlotic church on 5th street, his wings at his side. He sat and pondered and pondered and pondered some more trying to think of any logical explain, maybe she wasn’t even talking about his angel aura, maybe something else? Such as him feeling out of place, and being drawn to a new place he thought he would ever dwell.

Days passed as more and more flowers bloomed along parks and school yards, and Azerial was to be found in the local rose garden talking to the flowers.

"Promise me you won’t tell Mother Nature about this, she tends to get testy when we mess in her work." Azerial whispered to a white rose as it bloomed beautifully into a full rose.

"Hey. Angel."

That was all it took for the angel to stop dead in his tracks as if he were shot and stood in surprise to why would anyone ever do such a thing to a young man just standing around in a garden. He slowly turned around his head facing his newly polished white shoes took a deep breath and raised his head. It was her.

"How..."

"Don’t worry how, all you need to know is you’re on my ground now." Fabel ordered a frightening fierceness in her voice.

"Well I’m quiet sorry if have been on your... ground."

"You need to go back to your nice little cloud and stay there." she said with deliberation, as her fingers picked a red rose and started picking off each petal.

"Who are you?" the angel prompted.

"Don’t you worry," she began as she started walking towards him, "You'll find out soon enough."

As she walked by him they stared into each others eyes for a split second and she flashed fire flames in her eyes, this didnt unnerve him, he just knew all along this was no good. This infliction with the mystery dark girl, there was no way he could ever speak to her again, being that she now seemed very frightening, she was also a demon.

**

Azerial has dealed with demons before this wasn’t something he was new to, even though she was a tad bit scary than all the rest. He couldn’t believe he was attracted to her, a demon! He couldn’t see how it happened, unless…

“She put a spell on you?” his friend Loki asked as they sat on stone benches by a gorgeous fountain covered by vines of roses.

“That has to be the logical explanation, I mean she is a demon, our main purpose is to abolish them.”

“Yes that would be the reason for guardian angels, to protect.”

“I mean I have a wonderful girl to look over and I really love my job but…”

“What is it Azerial?” Loki asked looking thoughtfully at his friend.

“But,” he paused for a second, looked down at the secondhand book that lied in his two hands and said, “I still want her.”

This has to have been the most confusing problem of Aerial’s long life, while he were in heaven he never had this problem and he was there for at least 3000 years. All he had to worry about was where he could he get a decent wing cleaning. From the moment he met her in the park he had never stopped dreaming about her, he hated feeling this way he wanted to see her but he knew he couldn’t and now she hated him. As he sat lonely in Samera’s apartment that night he couldn’t understand it he had only talked to her twice and there was no question about it he had to see her again, so he thought up a plan to find her.

**

Lounging around in her bedroom with two of her closest demon friends, Raven and Naria, they were having a nice conversion about Azerial. He would have given anything to have heard about what they were saying, maybe it could have saved him but then again everything isn’t what it seems.

“I can’t believe I was actually becoming friends with that…” her body shoke as if she were shaking off the coldness that lingered in her heart. “Angel.”

“That’s disgusting! But I would have lov-ed to have met him,” said her friend Raven, who was so a demon.

“I bet you would have,” Fable said as she chuckled.

“I would have played with him… Just for a little while,” Raven said as she picked up Fable’s voodoo lying alone on her nightstand, “Touched him, loved him and then…” then she slowly ran her hand over the voodoo dolls head and ripped it from the seams.
“I always thought you were into the innocent type.” Naria spoke.

“You have no idea, and tonight? I’ll show you just what I mean.”