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Chapter Twenty Three

   “I…I bet they’re beautiful,” he forced out. His throat seriously felt like it was going to close on him he was so choked up.

   “Gage what’s the matter? This is great news now we’re the same, you…you can teach me how to fly and everything!”

   “No I can’t,” he snapped at her.

   “What…why not?” she asked dejectedly.

  And that was completely his fault but he couldn’t bare her excitement to be turned into something so…so…so holy.

   “Because we are not the same. With those wings you are now one of God’s angels, the kind who he repeatedly sends to earth to try and banish me,” he said tightly, “he’s…he’s made you my enemy.” He finished softly and grabbed at his face. He couldn’t take this, he really couldn’t.

   “Gage I’m not going to fight you, even if God tells me too. I love you, I won’t-”

   “You won’t have a choice,” he fought not to shout as he spun to face her again, “he’s God, he will take away every memory you have of me, make you forget about me. Then you’ll hunt me just like the other angels do. And if I know the bastard he’ll make only you hunt me because he knows I would rather fall to you then hurt you. I’ll die a thousand times at your hands while he laughs from his so called kingdom!”

   He buried his hands in his hair and began pacing. This was sick, even for God and his twisted sense of justice.

   Sera gasped again as he turned from her, right, she probably noticed all the black feathers. Whatever, that really couldn’t make things worse and he began pacing again. Without his sight it was a trial and error matter. He walked into several items on his round trips, a night stand maybe, a wooden chair, something metal that rattled, but he just kept going. Maybe one of these times he’d be lucky enough to walk into a blade and decapitate himself.

   Suddenly the world brightened around him, pain settling in behind his eyes for just a moment before they finally found focus.

   He was staring at a breastplate, a woman’s breast plate, that’s what he had run into.

   He was still considering the armor as a slow clapping started behind him, followed by a man’s chuckle. He didn’t need to turn around to know that laugh and he was now acutely aware of why his wings wouldn’t behave, just as why he couldn’t see a moment ago. Sera quickly hid behind Gage, and he was more than happy to conceal her naked body from his wandering eyes.

   He wasn’t an overly tall man, no more than Gage but no less. He was about the same build beneath those ornate robes too. His features so close to Gage’s they could be mistaken for brothers, though his hair was a mix of grey and black unlike Gage’s. An attempt to look distinguished. It was a ridiculous concept considering he was an immortal.

   Gage growled.

   “What’s wrong?” Sera’s panicked gaze went between Gage and the blue robed man, “who is he?”

   “The one responsible for this,” Gage hissed though his teeth.

   He would give his right wing for his blade right about now but every thought of it brought nothing but a breeze. It wouldn’t come to him.

   “You really think you’ve got me figured out don’t you?” the man commented casually as he strolled in the room.

   “You’re a pig headed, power hungry, vindictive, bastard. Coming from someone who was raised amongst the ilk I think I can identify what you are pretty quick.”