Angelic Affairs

GABRIEL'S POV

"It's the halloween party!" Adelaide screeched through the phone. "What are you going as?"

"An angel." I smirked to myself, almost laughing at the inside joke. Moving from place to place every year allowed me to always be the same thing.

"Oh! Put me on FaceTime so I can see your costume!" She said excitedly, I could practically see her bouncing on her heels.

"Okay, you show me first though, I still have to put the wings on." I lied, putting her on FaceTime. I put my phone on the bed so I could see her, but she couldn't see me.

"Okay." She appeared on the screen in a devils costume and I laughed as I ripped off the tape around my abdomen. I held back a cry. It's really uncomfortable because it clings to the feathers, but I had to wear it to conceal myself.

Wouldn't you like to just jump out your window and fly away? I ignored the voice and kept getting ready.

As I removed the tape from my bare abdomen, I took a much needed deep breath. My white feathery wings unfolded from around my waist and spread out. I stretched them a little, giving myself a small smile in the mirror. They were about three feet long in each direction, fluffy and white as ever. I really wanted to fly, but the thought of getting caught terrified me.

"Are you gonna show me your costume now?" Adelaide asked me impatiently.

"Yeah." I replied, putting my halo headband on my dark brown hair. I held up my phone and allowed her to see every aspect of the outfit.

Look at you, running year after year, it's pathetic. I waved my hand around in the air as if that'd get rid of the voices.

Leave him alone, Barbatos.

He's my son, I'll do what I want, Lillith.

You forget that he's my son too.

My so-called parents kept arguing in my head, but I tried my best to tune them out. The only way they could communicate with me is through my mind. They're both trapped in hell at the moment, or so they told me. Everything that I know about myself was from their voices telling me.

"Wow, where'd you get those wings? They look so real..." You have no idea, I thought to myself. I'd only been in the this town for two months and I was already growing somewhat restless. This town was smaller than what I usually go for, but I figured that I could try something new. Clearly it didn't turn out well.

"This guy named Fabreece made them for me." I lied once more watching myself in the mirror. I was wearing black pants and no shirt, classic.

You look handsome, son.

Thanks, mom. Our relationship was quite chaotic, but she could be nice when she wanted to be. After all, she did steal children for quite a while.

"Fabreece sounds like a guy who'd be good at making angel wings."

"I'll meet you at the party?" I suggested, putting her back on call. Halloween night was demon central and they wouldn't be getting my blood tonight. A few years back I watched the Supernatural series and they were surprisingly accurate with their knowledge. I shoved a pocket knife into my pocket and sighed.

"Yeah, see ya." I hung up and threw my in a white clutch that I was bringing. I nearly doubled over as the urge to do something evil came over me. I clutched the chair so tightly that the wood started to bend slightly and I looked up at my reflection. My eyes gleamed red and I hissed at the mirror. When the feeling passed, I released the poor chair and stood straight. I smoothed out my pants and thought, fine, I'll burn that building on Wellington street later, alright?

My eyes returned to their usual brown with only a tint of red and I sighed. If Barbatos wasn't the Duke of Hell, I probably wouldn't have these urges. Thanks a lot, dad.

I decided that I'd walk to the party because it was close enough and I don't think I've ever been a normal teenage boy anyway.

I left my apartment without a jacket because quite frankly, I like the cold. As I was walking to the party, I heard a whimpering in the bush. I narrowed my eyes and approached it slowly. Underneath the leaves, was a little puppy whining. I frowned and picked it up. Focusing, I asked it, "What's wrong?"

Barba- my father, had the ability to talk to animals so I guess I can thank him for that too.

To anyone else, they would've heard barking, but when the sound hit my ears I heard it say, "There's something in my paw."

I lifted its paws and examined them. Indeed, there was a thorn in its right paw. "This is going to hurt, but it'll be over soon, okay?"

The puppy seemed to almost nod as I yanked the thorn out of its paw. It whimpered, but barked a thank you at me. I sighed, if only I knew how to heal people other than myself. I decided to give it a shot. I closed my eyes and imagined my energy at my fingertips. I could feel the warmth pooling in my fingers and I imagined it leaving my fingers and going into the dog. To no avail as the puppy sat in my hands, still wounded.

"Sorry little buddy." I sighed, putting it down and standing up. My back hit something and I whirled around, ready to fight.

"Woah there." The figure said, holding his hands up in surrender. I could faintly make out his frame, but the street light above was oddly blinding. "You going to the Seth's party?"

I nodded somewhat comprehensively. "Great, me too. We can walk together."

"You're walking?" I questioned, as he motioned for me to walk with him.

"Aren't you?" He retorted, looking over at me. Every time we passed under a street light, I looked over at him to drink in his features. He had blonde hair that was slicked back to fit his vampire costume - the cape gave it away. I had noticed that when he looked over at me, he had bright green eyes.

"What's your name?" He asked me, looking my way.

"Gabriel." I answered, smirking. It was a joke between my mother and my father. They figured that since they were both somewhat evil that naming me after an angel would be fucking hilarious.

Well I'm laughing now.

"My name's Eric incase you were asking." Eric said sassily. I cringed, was he hitting on me or was this just... Him?

"Sorry, I zoned out."

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I've never written fantasy, but I mean I'm trying here. I'm trying to incorporate details into how he is and who she is, because he's really powerful and I'm trying to explain why.

We arrived at the party in what was probably awkward silence but my parents had started arguing in my head again.

Look, our son is probably the most powerful being out there, aside from God alone.

And? What's wrong with that? He just doesn't know how to use his powers yet.

Why couldn't you have fallen before I fucked you? Now he has all your angelic powers and shit.

I decided to pitch in because I can do that, you know, because it's my damn head! Hey guys, so could you like shut up for a couple hours? I was a mistake, this shouldn't have happened, yada yada... It's not a great confidence booster, ya know?

They didn't reply and I was satisfied. Eric left me practically as soon as we entered the door. It reeked of demons in this place. That - or the air freshener was lemon scented. I'm going to pray that it was the latter. I made my way through the sweaty bodies and found the kitchen.

I may not be immortal, but I can't get drunk which really sucks when you're 18 and you're trying to forget your problems. Or rather your parents'.

I could see the stash of alcohol on the counter, but I lost sight of it as someone rammed into me from the side. If it weren't for my inhuman reflexes, I would've gone tumbling to the floor, but I guess it's a good thing I'm not entirely human, isn't it?

I grabbed the wall and the man that had hit me, went falling to the floor. Eric stood over him, glaring down at him angrily. I watched as Eric got on his knees and punched the guy in the face repeatedly. The boy's features, although beaten, were sharp. Jawline, cheekbones, eyebrows, even his hairline was sharp, if that was even possible. His brown hair was tinged with blood and I decided to step in.

I didn't want another problem on my hands, knowing that I could've stopped this. "Stop." I demanded, giving poor Eric a shot to take a break. He was clearly too fury ridden to hear me. By now, a crowd had formed and I sighed.

I won't even get my damn alcohol.

I grabbed Eric's hair and pulled it back. Being stronger than the average human, Eric's head flew back, his body following soon after. The black haired boy was laying on the floor, drifting in and out of consciousness. He didn't seem to be putting up a fight and I wondered what had happened.

"What the fuck, Gabriel?" Eric asked, gripping his scalp tenderly.

"I told you to stop before, I guess you should've listened." I shrugged, bending down to help the boy on the floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Eric fuming. I swear, he almost brushed his foot on the floor like a bull before charging. Humans, so predictable. I like to do everything I can to feel human, but humans are in truth, extremely predictable if you know where to look. At least some demons posed a challenge.

Eric threw himself at me and dove out of the way, sending him flying to the floor. I had also dropped the boy getting out of the way. The brown haired kid groaned but stayed down as I got up. "You'd attack a guy while he's down? Tsk." I tutted as Eric got up.

He spat blood off to the side on someone's poor carpet as he circled me. I sighed and didn't move, standing still as he circled me as if I were the prey in this situation. A real predator doesn't need to play games. Albeit they're fun, but at the moment I was more concerned about this kid bleeding on the floor.

Usually I'd be all up for a fun game of who thinks that they're good enough to beat the angel blooded demon, because I'm pretty sure that's what I am, but now I'm just being cynical. This is what happens when I don't do something bad for a long amount of time. It sounds ridiculous, believe me, I know, but I get angry and short tempered, like a girl on her menstrual cycle without chocolate.

I really need to burn that building now.

Eric took a swing my way while I was zoned out and I narrowly missed the blow by ducking low. My wings subconsciously and I prayed that everyone was too busy watching Eric to notice. I faintly recognized the boy, but I didn't know him. At least I don't think I do.

Where's the popcorn when you need it?

Shut up, dad.

I didn't feel like foreplay so I while I was low, I swung my leg around and took his feet out from under him. People say love makes you weak, but in all honesty, anger does. It blinds you and controls you.

Eric fell to the floor once more, his nose now bleeding. He glared up at me and I offered him a hand because unlike most people, I try to be honourable. Instead of taking my hand, Eric pulled, bringing me down on top of him. Moron.

Using the force of him pulling me down, I pulled back my fist and slammed it into his face, knocking him out cold. The crowd around us 'ooh'ed and 'ahh'ed, but then Seth came down.

"What the fuck? My fucking floor!" Seth exclaimed, pushing through the crowd. When his eyes landed on me and Eric, he sighed. I knew Seth hated Eric so I was pretty much doing him a favour. I got off of Eric just as the brown haired boy stumbled to his feet.

I rushed over to help him.

"Bastard ruined my outfit." I muttered under my breath, looking down at my blood splattered pants and stomach. I tried to help the boy, but he recoiled from me. "... And my wings."

"I don't need your help." He said angrily, running a bloody hand through his hair.

"Clearly. Where did I misread the signs?" I deadpanned. "Seth can you take care of him?"

Seth nodded. We weren't close friends, but we talked occasionally. Seth walked beside the boy and brought him upstairs. The music had stopped sometime during the fight and someone had started it back up again. Everyone seemed to shrug it off and started dancing again.

"Gabriel?" I heard Adelaide call somewhere in the crowd. My eyes widened and I quickly headed to the alcohol once more and grabbed a some whiskey as I went out the back door. No one was in the backyard because it was a particularly chilly night. I went to the side of the house where there was a tall fence so it would cover most of my ascension. Another wave hit me like a truck and this time I did double over. I clutched my stomach and looked up at the moon. With the feeling still faintly in my stomach, I let my wings carry me off my feet as I lifted off the ground and flew into the night.

I knew it was careless, but I needed to do something and fast.

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So the feeling high key triggers some personality change because he's usually chill and more human like, but the urges make him a little crazy.

I'm changing the character to be a guy so tell me if I miss any hims or hers, thanks!

I flew through the clouds, feeling free as ever. It'd been a long time since I'd done this, it felt nice.

I smirked and used my powerful wings to propel my body into the atmosphere. Once the air got somewhat light, I folded my wings, and fell.

I closed my eyes for a few moments before opening them again. The lights got closer and I kept falling until I was eye level with the first - and only, skyscraper in the town. I opened my wings and came close to a halt mid air.

Stop being so reckless, Gabriel.

Yes, mother, I rolled my eyes and smiled. I spotted my apartment building and found my open window. A devilish idea popped into my head and I'll blame it on my ancestry, but I was going to follow through with it.

I flew forward and as I approached my window, in a dangerous move, I shut my wings and spiralled through my open window. I landed on the floor in a mangled heap and groaned.

Ow.

I laughed despite the pain because despite the obvious danger, I loved it. I somewhat struggled to get up, being a lump of limbs and wings and all. Once I stood, I almost felt myself bruising already. Plus, I was pretty sure I'd twisted my ankle. I closed my eyes and focused on my energy flowing to the places where it was needed most.

Slowly but surely, I felt my pain being soothed and my ankle no longer aching. I opened my eyes and looked in my full sized mirror. My stomach and wings were splattered with red and so was my halo - which was crooked by the way. I don't know much about fashion, but God, it was a look.

I threw the pants in the garbage because there was no redeeming it. I took a quick shower and washed my wings with some dove soap because if it works on ducks, it'll work on me, right?

After cleaning myself up, I threw on my burning-buildings clothes -- grey sweatpants and a black hoodie, plus my tape of course, and walked down the stairs to my bike. I realized that I'd forgotten to lock my door so I pictured the lock sliding into place and smiled to myself, gotta love not being human.

If you want to be human so bad, why do you keep differentiating yourself from them?

I didn't have an answer for my mother so I just kept quiet. My source of income was pulling cash and cards from people with my mind so I have a somewhat steady income in my opinion.

Kidding.

I don't particularly like stealing, but if I ever had an urge while I was working, it'd be horrid.

I got on my bike and pedalled to the building on Wellington street. Along the way I spotted a worn down shed behind a shady looking apartment building and decided that I'd burn that next time I needed to.

Once I arrived at the old house, I smiled to myself. The words "EVICTION NOTICE" was written in bold on a sheet of paper, nailed to the door. I looked around and with a smirk forming on my lips, I got off my bicycle and fisted my hand. When I opened it again, there was a small flame in my hand. I stepped away from the deteriorating house focused. I imagined the flame growing bigger and it did.

Eventually, I had a full grown fireball in my hand. 3, 2, 1...

I hurled the ball at the building as if it were a baseball and watched as the house nearly exploded. Not from the fire, but from the blow itself. Instantly, I felt calmer and more myself. Not sated, but it was enough.

I'd never been stated before, but I didn't care, as long as it fought off the urge. I remember the first time I had the urge. I was ten years old and I was just discovering my abilities. My dad had talked my through it. I had snuck out of the orphanage and destroyed an empty barn.

Great bonding time for us.

I smiled, somehow I felt more human, which was totally sadistic and crazy, I know, but I felt like a reckless kid, being a hooligan in the night. I heard sirens in the distance and made my way back to my bike. I started pedalling back to my place and once I arrived, I flopped onto my bed.

Who the hell hosts a party on a Sunday night?

When that Sunday night is Halloween.

Wow, thanks for that dad.

I wasn't looking forward to school tomorrow. There were going to be questions, and I didn't like questions.

Then again, maybe everyone will be afraid of me. That'd be kind of nice, not a first though.

I sighed and closed my eyes. I smelled like smoke, but I liked it for some reason. I imagined the light switch and flicked it, plunging into darkness.

A black haired girl was sitting in my apartment watching me curiously. I frowned, looking around. My wings were exposed and I was holding a small flame in my hand. I gasped and shut my hand, all the whole wrapping my wings around my body.

"Why are you hiding from me?" She asked me, standing up. "You've already showed me before."

"W-What?" I asked, flabbergasted. I backed away from him until I hit the wall. She kept approaching me. I shut my eyes and sent her flying back onto my bed. "Stay away from me!"

I awoke in a cold sweat. Most people would just brush off the dream, but unfortunately for me, my dreams aren't just dreams. They're the future.

I've never had a dream that hasn't come true. Every single one has always found a way to occur. One time I had a dream about a girl who jumped of a cliff and it didn't happen right away, but in two years, it did.

I almost teared up, remembering the girl, but I looked over at the clock and found it to be 5:30AM.

Good enough for me.

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So far, our Gabriel can see the future, hold fire, fly, move things with his mind, can heal himself, and is quite strong. Truth be told, there are only two more things he can do so let's get into it.