Lost Angel

Chapter Two

Haziel's POV

Everyone knows about guardian angels. The common belief is that we're assigned a human to watch over for the entirety of their life. To guide them, in a way.

Sometimes we get people who are religious, who believe in us. The ones who, sadly, society sees as overzealous. Other times we get assigned the "religious" ones who go to church but turn around and preach their hate at people. And then...there's the majority of us.

We get the atheists. The satanists. The Wiccans. The non-believers.

I was one of those angels. I was assigned Jasper Lasname, a man who's slept around more times than I have feathers.

He was never the best kid, but he used to believe at least. Until around eleven, he came out as gay. It was ignored, sort of. Moreso denied. His mother insisted that it was a sin, and that he couldn't possibly be gay. It went downhill from there. Thirteen was when it went down more rapidly.

He became rebellious, he would stay out, he got into fights at school.

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A sigh escaped me. I can't believe this.

Not only is Jasper planning to see his co-worker tonight, but he's planning to do those horrible things with the man.

I hate being a guardian for one reason: I know everything he does. Every second of the day I know what he's doing.

It's not like I see him 24/7/365, it's more like a gut feeling type of thing. It's a protective tug. I can feel if he's in a situation that's not good.

As with all angels, we know when our human is in danger of some kind, be it lethal or not.

In lethal cases we are able to appear and save them. Of course, that's assuming it's not their time. And if it is their time then we have to...to watch as they die. Be it old age, sickness, fatal car wreck. We have to stand idly by and just watch.

Sometimes it hurts when they die. Not physically, mentally. Sometimes we go through small depressive episodes when our person dies. We're capable of forming attachments to them even if it's rare that we do.

I sighed once more, pulling my leather jacket on, running my fingers through my raven colored hair, pushing it back. I'm meeting with my brother, Ouriel.

"Oh, Jasper, why do you do this?" I muttered, shaking my head.

I began the walk to the restaurant Ouriel and I were meeting at. I'm going to be late most likely.

I watched my feet as I walked. Off in my own little world, reminiscing on my younger years.

Flashback

"You're honestly going to interfere in His plan, Haziel?" Ouriel hissed at me, frowning.

"He's twenty-seven, Ouriel, he can't die yet! I won't let it happen!" I responded.

"It's. His. Time. Haziel." Ouriel spoke, frowning at me. "Do you realize that this could get you suspended from your duties as a guardian? Or worse, you could be cast away like our elder brother. Do you want what happened to Him?" He snapped.