Fee

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An Angel's Touch: Chapter Six
Warnings: None

Sirae was troubled.

She hadn't told anyone else, not even her beloved Trysios, but she had been having visions of one long absent from their number. One whom had joined the rebellion, and was now damned for it.

One who now called himself Sae.

Unbeknownst to anyone else, the waifish angel had descended to Earth. Perhaps not the best plan - to go looking for a person who went against everything that you yourself stood for. But there had to have been a reason that she had been seeing him, and she wanted to know why.
Unfortunately, she had no idea where to start looking.

It was outside of a church that she found him, sitting on a wall and so deeply lost in thought that she was almost painfully reminded of the old days, before the brightest star in Heaven had fallen and taken so many down with him. There was the smallest of frowns written over his face, and he didn't even seem to notice her coming closer. Absently, one hand lifted from his lap to push his hair back away from his face. It was shorter now, than how it used to be, but his face was still the same...

She sighed, very quietly, and she saw him become very still, slowly looking up.
His eyes narrowed. "Angel." he hissed softly.
Sirae gave a small, sad smile. "Hello, Azriel."

Eyes widened, pupils contracting then dilating slowly as that name struck a chord of recognition somewhere deep in the back of his mind.
"... Sirae?"
"Yes."
He stood, somewhat tentatively, towering over her five feet two inches by almost a foot. "I... I did not recognise you." he murmured. Lame excuse.
"Nor I, you." Sirae replied, twisting her hands in front of her. "Your hair is different."
"It was not practical for it to remain the length that it was."
"Mm."

They were silent for a short while, just watching each other, then Sirae's lower lip trembled. "I've missed you... so much..." she whispered, a single tear running down her cheek. She had not know until now, with him standing in front of her, how much she had missed having him around.
"Oh, Sirae," Sae said softly, obviously distressed that she should cry over him. "Come here."
The girl all but ran to him, falling into his embrace and burying her face in his chest.

Stroking her hair softly, Sae listened to her sobbing, feeling tears stinging in his own eyes. He blinked them away, shaking his head a little.
"Does this mean you forgive me?" he asked quietly.
Muffled, Sirae's voice reached his ears.
"I never blamed you. Zokiel and Lerdona dragged you into it."

Zokiel and Lerdona.
Maz and Sari.

Those were two names that he had never thought he would hear again. For some reason he smiled. "That means a lot to me."
Certainly it was not forgiveness from their Father, but it was forgiveness from Sirae, and that meant more than anything right at this moment.
"I've been having visions about you," Sirae murmured. "I came looking for you... because I wanted to know why."
Sae allowed her to pull back from him, the questioning look in her eyes mirroring the one in his own.

"Visions about me? How peculiar."
Frowning a little, Sirae nodded. She drew back from him, instead wrapping her own arms about herself, shivering as if she were cold despite the warmth of the day. Sae watched her with a fond, almost brotherly gaze.

"It must be something to do with Ameron."
"...Az... Will you help me?"

* * *

As you have most likely guessed, the previous encounter took place bare minutes after Natalie excused herself from the church.

Now, some hours later, it was not quite yet sunset and Suzie was whining for her last walk of the day. Ameron, half asleep, watched her in a childishly curious fashion.
Suddenly a soft spasm ran through his entire body, and he closed his eyes against it as another quickly followed. Noticing the motion out of the corner of her eye Natalie all but shot up from the couch and was instantly by his side, grasping his hands in hers then simply pulling him close and holding him. Quiet whimpers escaped him as he trembled violently, fists clenched and eyes tightly shut.

A few minutes later it stopped, and Natalie pulled back from him, lightly pushing his hair away from his face. His breathing was a little heavy, but that had that had been nothing like what he had been subjected to even only a week past.
"Oh, Ameron..." she sighed. His eyes opened and he blinked a few times, slowly. Turning from him she looked over to where Suzie was pawing hopefully at the front door.
"Sorry, girl. I don't want to leave Ameron here alone."
"I'll go." he murmured.
"What?"
"I'll go with you." Ameron repeated, tentatively elaborating. He still wasn't completely sure of himself when it came to language and the like.

Despite all her protests, Ameron insisted upon accompanying her, and so eventually she gave in. She had spent a little money on some clothes for him, but those that she had bought did not include a coat, jacket, or anything of the sort, since she had not expected that he would be leaving the house.
Briefly putting an arm around him she felt him flinch away from her and sighed, standing up and picking her own coat up. "It's a bit cold outside." she warned him.
"I'll be okay." he murmured, pushing his hands into his pockets. "Don't... um..." He frowned.
"... Worry?"
A small smile lit his face. "Yes. Don't worry."

To be honest, she couldn't help but worry about him. She'd known him now for about two weeks, and still he was afraid to have her touch him. She couldn't believe she hadn't told the police about him yet but every time she meant to do it, something stopped her. Natalie hadn't talked to Liza again about that 'something', but she was beginning to feel that she should.

Finally ready, they left, and although Natalie watched Ameron carefully for several minutes he showed no sign of being cold and quite soon she stopped worrying... much.
He seemed almost happy, gazing at the sky and watching Suzie run off ahead as Natalie let her off her lead, the puppy occasionally glancing back as if she were waiting for them to follow. A light smile danced over his lips, brightening his face with a look of calm, serene enjoyment.

It didn't even occur to her to change her walk route. She only realised where they were when Ameron slowed and began to look slightly troubled. At first she couldn't think why, then it suddenly came to her, and she bit her lip, looking up at him.

"Are you alright?" she murmured.
He just nodded, very slight. "I'm alright." he responded quietly.
Out of the corner of her eye, Natalie spied movement down another path which was linked through some trees to the one that they were on. Nothing could compare to her surprise as it turned out to be none other than the so-called demon (in the cold light of day she was already beginning to doubt what she had seen in the church) walking beside a slight, pale young woman who didn't seem cold despite the fact that she was only wearing a white summer dress - synonymous with the season, perhaps, but not the current mild weather.

The male saw them before Ameron saw him, and motioned for the woman to stay behind as he came to them. Then Ameron saw, and stopped dead in his tracks.

"Anlie, Ameron." Sae said softly.
The blonde male narrowed his eyes, and Natalie looked from one to the other as they spoke in a strange language that she didn't understand - that same language that Ameron had spoken when they had first met.

"What are you doing here?" Ameron couldn't believe the nerve of him. His fists clenched. "Keep away from Natalie."
Sae frowned. "You cannot blame me for what happened. That was my brother's doing, not mine."
"That is of no account. You and all your kind, you're all the same." The fallen angel spat maliciously, almost feeling light headed as he was flooded with a surge of anger. At least, he assumed it was anger - he'd never felt it before.
"Ameron!"
Sae's eyes had sparked red in retaliation, but they faded back to brown as a sharp female voice spoke up behind him. Ameron inhaled quickly, temper dropping as quickly as it had risen.
Sirae stormed forwards, her gaze flinty with righteous indignation. "That's enough, both of you! Sae isn't here to argue and I'm not having you two fighting. Azriel, you should be ashamed of yourself. He's only human, you know he's no match for you."

Sae made a soft, disgruntled noise, but nodded his head and stepped back. Ameron eyed him mistrustfully, wondering what on Heaven, Hell and Earth he was doing with Sirae.
Sirae sighed, stepping into such a position that she would be able to stop them both if they happened to start fighting. She reached out a hand to touch Ameron's arm, then drew back, looking slightly hurt, as he flinched away. Ameron gazed at her for a moment, then exhaled softly and relaxed, shaking his head a little. "Sorry..." he murmured. "I'm still a bit... tense."
"I'll make him pay for it." Sae muttered darkly. Sirae glanced at him. In some ways she was envious of demons... they seemed to have access to a much wider range of emotions than angels did. She sighed, pushing a few straying strands of hair back over her shoulders.
Ameron was still watching the demon warily. "Why would you do that?" he asked. "As long as you've known me we've fought... why would you want to help me now?"

"I'm not doing this for you." The dark haired male crossed his arms over his chest and settled his weight back onto his heels, sniffing lightly. "I'm doing it for her." He made a small gesture towards Sirae, who promptly looked away.
Frowning slightly, Ameron looked about to speak, then the female interrupted him, clearing her throat to make it clear that she wanted to say something.
"But this wasn't the purpose of why we came here," she stated. "As you know, Ameron, I am bound by the laws of our Kingdom not to tell you how you can return to us."
A small nod indicated that this was something that Ameron remembered.
"I, however," Sae said, a little smugly, Ameron thought. "Am held by no such laws."
"Get to the point."
Again clearing her throat, Sirae continued. "There is one way that you can return to us, and normally you would have to work it out on your own. The only reason that you do not currently know is that the information was taken from you when you Fell."
Ameron coughed, glancing over his shoulder to see Natalie hovering nearby, absently playing with Suzie as she waited for him. He smiled, then looked back to the others. "Alright. What do I have to do?"

"You have to fall in love."

"What?"

"Love. You do know what that is, don't you?"

Suddenly, the intense dislike that Ameron had been feeling for the demon evaporated in the face of this new challenge. He looked down, and to the side, chewing his lip softly for a moment or so. "I don't know."
"Typical." Sae threw up his hands in despair. "Trust an angel to turn a simple thing into a trial."
Ameron growled softly, stopped from any further action by Sirae raising a hand to silence him.
"We can't help you any more, Ameron." she said quietly. "Neither I or Azriel."
"But I-"
"I'm sorry, Ameron. We can't. I am jeopardising my position as it is, by asking for the help of a demon."
Sae winced, but she was right. He was a demon and that fact couldn't be helped. Besides, he'd done too many bad things in his time to even have a hope of getting back.

"Alright..." Ameron sighed. "I suppose, if that's how it has to be..."

Fall in love? How in Heaven's name was he supposed to manage that?