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Fallen Embers	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1799 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
***EXTRA! EXTRA! At the end of this chapter I have written Light's POV from the prologue. There's a lot of reading in this chapter! So read on and enjoy!

***Warnings: Language, violence

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic.

Chapter 7

Ivan turned and saw the shadow being behind him. Quickly, he spun around to grip the being's wrist and block the attack. He sent the shadow flying across the room so it was away from Alfred. The shadow climbed the wall but Ivan followed it, making a grab for its broken wings. Ivan could hear Alfred crying 'what's going on' but couldn't stop to answer him. Ivan grabbed the ripped wing and gave a mighty tug, throwing its body back onto the floor. He jumped down onto the shadow, making in screech in pain as it tried to wiggle away. Ivan prepared his hands for ripping the being apart, but then realized that Alfred was still there with them. He did not want to expose his lover to such a scene again, so without a word Ivan dashed through the wall with the being in his grasp. The being tried to get away once it was exposed to the air, but Ivan threw it down to the ground.

'Touch my Light and I will kill you!'

Ivan's hands gripped the being's arm first and with a manic grin gave a crunching twist. The bones shattered with an ear-piercing screech but Ivan did not stop there. He broke a leg the same way, twisting it all the way around not once but twice. Its cries were like sweet music to ears, the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. Next, he flipped the creature over and snapped a wing in half by the base. Ivan remembered how they tore apart Light's wings, so instead of leaving one wing broken he decided to repeat the action from long ago. Laughing cruelly, he ripped the wings cleanly off, enjoying the sight of the small tendons snapping in half. The being was squirming and whimpering on the snow before Ivan decided to flip it back over and step on its throat.

'Go back to your kind and let them know just who they are dealing with. You can be my glorious message to them.' He grinned. 'Next time I won't hesitate to leave one of you alive! Go and tell your brothers THAT.' Ivan watched as the being crawled away and slowly disappeared. 'Let that be a warning to all of them.' He smirked up at the dark sky.

/

"What the hell is going on?" Alfred said while searching out the window for signs of Ivan and the shadow. "What exactly are these damn things?" He gave a sneeze just as there was a knock on the door.

"Jones? Are you okay?" Alfred recognized the voice as one of the other residents on his floor. "What are you going on about?"

'Crap!' He rubbed his head. "I'm okay! Just the pills, I think." He called back. "Sorry to wake you up, man."

"You sure? Sounded like a bunch of shit going on in there! Who the hell are you talking to? Are you on webcam or something?"

"Y-Yeah! Yeah that's it! Webcam!" He wanted this man to go back to his room before Ivan came back. "I'll keep it down now, okay? Goodnight!"

The shadows of the man's feet were still at his door. "Jones…are you SURE everything's okay? Should I get a nurse?"

'Oh my God, just go away!' "No, I'm fine. Thanks!" There was another voice but more distant that shouted, 'Shut the hell up you two! We're tryin' ta sleep!'

"Guess I'll see ya tomorrow, Jones. Feel better."

"Thanks. Bye!" 'Good, he's gone!'

Alfred's head began to throb with sinus pressure once again so he had to sit down on the bed. Of all the times for him to get sick it would be when strange shadow monsters are after him. Why were they after him and Ivan? Alfred knew that Ivan was not telling him some things and he would force the man to answer when he came back. Right now he pictured Ivan killing that Shadow Angel with his bare hands, tearing it apart limb by limb. He shivered at the memory of the first creature he saw Ivan kill with its blood and guts hitting the snow in heavy drops. It was like a horror movie with monsters and demons. But he took a moment to think about Ivan and his dangerous ways. Sometimes he appeared to be the monster, but not to him. Ivan was gentle and kind to him, but there was a dark side to him. It made him worry a bit about their 'relationship'. Ivan remembers so much while he just draws a blank. 'Do I even want Ivan?'

Ivan's physical body was that statue and only when Alfred was near it did he feel the sixth sense. He had dreamt of Ivan's stone body coming to him in the night for sex, and then Alfred kissed the stone lips. Only now that he met Ivan in ghost form, he was unsure about his feelings. There was a deep connection he fells towards Ivan but can't describe it. Alfred doesn't know what it is or how to figure it out. The most obvious answer would be love since he and Ivan were a couple long ago. But why couldn't he remember anything? And why was he beginning to feel uncomfortable about Ivan? Ivan was so open with his feelings of love but Alfred didn't know how to respond. Here the ghost was suffering, fighting, and protecting him while all Alfred could felt was doubt. However, he honestly wanted to help free Ivan from his dark prison of chains and cold. 'But do I love him?'

'Alfred!' Ivan suddenly appeared in the room. 'It's gone. Is everything all right?'

"Oh, yeah, things are good." He cleared his sore throat. "Ivan, can I ask for the truth from you?"

Ivan blinked. 'The truth? Truth about what?'

"About these shadow things and what they want from me! What's the real reason behind all this! Gah! My head…!" He whined.

'Try not to hurt yourself like that.'

"Just tell me. Please? I need to know."

Ivan sighed, slumping his shoulders slightly. 'I rather you not know…but I also cannot deny you anything. I will tell you as much as I know. The Shadow Angels are fading away because they are old deities that no one believes in. They turn in to those things when they lose the power of belief and worship in the world. They want to return as the angels they once were, but to do that, they need the life force of a true Sun Angel.' Ivan sat on the bed so he was nose to nose with Alfred. 'That true angel is you…or rather your past self. Your angel form is still within you somewhere, and those Shadow Angels mean to find it. They want to suck the life from you so they can become beautiful golden beings again. If they succeed, then a very old god will be resurrected who will probably destroy the entire human race. So you see, I have to kill any of them that come near you. I will not let them kill you once again for their own selfish reasons.'

Alfred just stared at him, and then suddenly crawled under the covers with a lazy smile. "This is a dream. It has to be. This isn't real…it's all in my head."

Ivan shook his head. 'No Alfred, this is not a dream! All of this is real!'

"It's like a T.V. show or a movie…and I'm the hero. But that can't be true. I'm no hero I can't do anything right." He pulled the comforter up to cover his nose, closing his eyes. "I'm just Alfred F. Jones, a high school dropout who ran and joined the army to escape his home world. I want to be so much…and I dream of being something even bigger and greater! But…I'm none of those. Everything you're saying can't be true."

'Why can't it?' Ivan asked softly.

"Because that's just not how things are! That's all…all…s-storybooks and movies!" He sat up then, his eyes moist with unshed tears. "You're just another one of my long dreams about something else I want to be.' He flopped back onto the bed.

Ivan levitated just slightly above the bed to lie down beside him. 'Everything I say is true, Alfred. Those past lives are just your punishment where you suffered because you had not found me. Now that we are together, you can break the curse, set me free, and be a real hero.' Ivan smiled sweetly. 'You just have to trust me, Alfred. Deep inside of you is a sleeping angel, your true form. So beautiful, and warm, and golden.'

Alfred just smiled again and closed his eyes, now physically and emotionally exhausted. "I just can't believe it, Ivan. I'm just going to go to sleep…and forgot this night even happened."

Ivan was hurt by that but remained silent. He knew this was a lot for Alfred to take in all at once. Soon enough his love would remember them and himself. Then he would be happy.

/

~In another dimension~

'How is he?' Asked a Shadow Angel to another.

'He is dead.' Replied the other. 'It was a mercy killing. Forgive me, brother.'

'It needed to be done. Damn that human'! He hissed 'There is something dreadful hidden within him. All these years we have tried to find our banished brother, and now that we have, that…'thing' has to protect him.' More Shadow Angels began to appear.

A different shadow spoke. 'Our little brother is still the naïve fool he always was. Father did well to get rid of him.'

'Silence.' Hissed the first one. 'Do not forget that our little brother is STILL a full Sun Angel within that human body. Light lives on as a human, but his angel self still sleeps while we suffer. Look at what we have become! We used to beautiful deities with all the power in the world! And now we are THIS!'

'Kill the human!' Shouted another shadow. 'Kill him! Kill him! He will have us all killed if we don't do it first!'

'Be still!' Said the first. 'Remember, he has made a deal with the God of Winter, so we must tread cautiously.' He crawled on his belly and the others followed him, doing the same. 'We are ancient golden beings who fly in the sky, not crawl on the ground where the sun is furthest from us. Once we gain our little brother's life force, then one by one we will blossom into our old selves. Beautiful, powerful, and young once again.' The shadow laughed darkly. 'We will then resurrect our Father and kill the human brutally. He will suffer with the pain he bestowed upon us. We will flay his skin and then remove all his bones. We will drink in his cries like fine nectar.'

A different shadow spoke up. 'But Elder Brother, Light is our family in the end. He is still Father's favorite angel, even though he killed him. Light was young, naïve, innocent, wide-eyed and stupid. He was also friendly and caring.'

'What is your point, Younger Brother?'

'That he is still our brother and one of us.'

'We did love him until he chose a human over us. Light chose this fate.'

/

The next morning, Alfred woke up to a knock on his dorm door. Blinking at the sunlight that flooded through his window he asked who was at the door. It was a nurse from the medical ward coming to check on him, so he got up to let her in. He noticed Ivan's form sitting on the end table looking at him. He gave a small wave before letting the nurse in. She was a stocky, homely woman who scolded him for having a messy room and eating too many candy bars. The wrappers littering the wastebasket from failed two-point shots gave him away. Ivan took a curious interest in her as she checked Alfred over, scolding him some more for not taking care of himself. The nurse allowed him one more day of rest and gave him a sleeping pill due to the bags under his eyes. Little did she know that his lack of sleep was not from his cold.

"ONE more day, Mr. Jones," she warned, "So rest up."

"Yes ma'am." Alfred waved to her as she left his dorm room and gave a sigh. "I could really go for a nice hot shower," he told Ivan.

'Shower?'

"Bath. You know, wash your body clean." He made scrubbing motions.

'Oh, I see.' Ivan floated over to him. 'The woman wants you to rest and I think you should. I want my angel to get better.' Ivan smiled.

"Don't call me that. I'm not an angel."

'Right now you aren't, but within you is your angel self.' Ivan sat next to him on the bed. 'Why do you think you have all those dreams, Alfred? Remember, I was in your head and dreams. I saw all of your past lives, so I know they were real. This life is just the next one.'

Alfred gripped the sheets beneath his hands. "Everything makes sense about the dreams…but I've never had an angel dream before. Not even one. Why do I not dream about that?" Alfred turned to look at him.

'That may be part of the curse the Sun God put on you. The old god may not want you to remember anything of that time. But I will help you remember.' Ivan smiled sweetly. 'I'm not giving up on you!'

Blue eyes stared at him for a moment before Alfred asked about him. "Hey, how are you able to kill those angels if you are human? Are you SURE you are human?"

Ivan gave a shrug of his shoulders and looked to the floor. 'I was born to a human mother and father. I grew up as a human man. That day when the angels attacked you, I was able to kill them. I don't know how, but I was able to kill them with my axe when they came near. I do believe the angels are afraid of me.'

"Maybe you're like me. Well, my OLD me." He coughed into his fist. "Maybe you're some extra OLD ancient thing! Like, before my angel side was even born you were a…a god or something. Did you ever think of that?"

'Hmm…that's possible, but I've never had any dreams about it like you have. I've had no signs or warnings.'

"But you said they took your heart out. A person can't live unless they have a heart, but you are still moving around. Maybe it's magic?"

Ivan gave a lopsided smile. 'Magic, huh? I have not believed in magic since I was a little boy. But there are a lot of things which are mystery.'

Alfred settled back under the covers and looked at Ivan. "Hey Ivan? Do you think you could tell me about some of the things that happened back then? When I was an angel? Maybe if you keep telling me some more stuff, I'll start to remember."

'Where to start.' Ivan smiled and chose to lie down next to Alfred facing him. 'Well, you saved me from killing myself. That was how we first met. You were so beautiful, unlike anything I had ever seen in all my days. We became friends first and lovers later. You made the snowy world rich, plush, and green just for me. One of our favorite things to do together was watch the clouds going by.'

Alfred used to do that as a child all the time but it became less frequent in his teens. Alfred would lie on the roof of his house or on the grass trying to make shapes out of the clouds. Whenever he was sad or feeling lonely he would watch the sky to clear his head. His dad and teachers were very fond of saying that he 'always had his head in the clouds'. Now he knew why by Ivan's words.

'And sometimes we would go swimming in the warm river! You would always swim in your robes so I could never see your naked body. For a long while, you had me keep my pants on while swimming!' Ivan smiled at Alfred's little blush. 'I used to pretend I was a big fish coming to eat you, and you would flop and swim away. I always caught you, though. Sometimes you would hide from me and I would have to find you. If I found you, then I was able to give you a kiss! You always loved to play.'

It was true, Alfred loved to play and have fun on a daily basis. In school it would often get him in trouble for he would play with the objects in his desk rather than listen. Doing homework was always a chore for fathers because all he wanted to do was play. Often he would rush through his work just so he could get to his action figures and legos. As he grew older it was hanging out with friends, video games, listening to music, and playing on the computer.

'Alfred, you are still the same person from all those years ago. I think only a bit of you has changed because the world is so different, but your personality is still the same.' Ivan smiled longingly at him, making the other blush. 'You are always smiling and making others feel better. You are kind and caring, and even considerate. Your laughter was like sweet music and those blue eyes always shimmered with a mischievous playful side. By the stars above, there was nothing more beautiful in my world than you. Then the day came where I was able to fully make you mine, when we coupled under the sunny sky.' Alfred blushed more. 'Even during our mating, you were always sweet and gentle, letting me have my way with you each time.'

"Ivan…I'm not always sweet and gentle! You make me sound like a stinkin' girl!"

The ghost chuckled. 'Well, back then you were kept away from the world and its impurities. In your paradise, all you knew was happiness and joy. In these…strange times…things are a little…well…different. You were very shy and innocent in those days.'

"So…those are the reasons why you love me?"

'Oh, I could go on, and on, and on about you. I've got time.' He joked lightly.

"I'm sure you could." Alfred chuckled too. "But I should be getting some sleep."

'Yes, rest is-' a knock on the door interrupted them 'who is that?'

Alfred sat up as the door opened, having forgotten to lock it after the nurse had left. He frowned when he saw Sergeant Derrick walk in with a tray of breakfast food. The sergeant wore a friendly smile, one a little too friendly. Alfred saw Ivan's eyes turn furious as the man approached the bed.

"Good morning, Alfred. I happened to see the nurse in the cafeteria getting you your breakfast, so I thought I would save her some time and do it myself."

"Um…thanks." Alfred took the tray, looking at the contents of extra bacon, sausage, eggs, hash browns, and a cup of coffee. "W-Why is there so much?" he looked at the man.

"Well, I figured you weren't eating well because you're sick, so I thought I would sneak in some extra meat for you."

Ivan was glaring at the man, waiting to see what he would do before choosing to attack.

"Thank you, sir. I'll be back to work tomorrow. I'll see ya around." Alfred tried to get him to leave, but the sergeant only sat next to him.

"You know, Alfred, I was thinking about you the other day."

Alfred leaned away from the man. "Oh yeah?"

"Yes. You see, I was reviewing your performance and noticed that, maybe you aren't really fit for this base as previously thought." Blonde brows narrowed. "What I mean is, how would you feel about a transfer?"

"Transfer, sir?" If he left the base then he would never be able to see Ivan again.

"Back to America, of course. I'm thinking of going back myself for a few months and help out there. I was wondering if you would like to come along and be on my team. You know, be my gofer. Go for this, go for that. Get me coffee, run my errands, copy papers, file, and all that kind of stuff. I think it would suit you more." He slapped Alfred on the shoulder. "Don't you think? I know you'll be happier back in America where you can see your family and friends more often."

"Are you saying I'm not a good soldier?" Alfred frowned at him. "I think I'm a pretty damn good soldier!"

Sergeant Derrick smirked, resting his other hand on Alfred's lap atop the blanket. "Think about it, Jones. You're clearly not fit for the army and would do better simply WORKING for the army. If you stay with me, you'll always have a good paycheck and job security. Going to school would not be a necessity for you. I'll even see that you live outside of the base. What do you say? Would you like to come with me? You're not the only one. I have three more who offered to come since they are eager to get out of this wasteland. So, will you come with me?"

Alfred glanced at Ivan's furious face before looking back at the sergeant. "No, I don't want to go. You want me to go with you and be your secretary 'play toy'! Well, I won't let you! I'm not going anywhere with you! So you'd best get out of my room and never speak of such a thing again to me or I WILL report you!"

Sergeant Derrick grit his teeth and growled. "You're making a BIG mistake, Jones!"

Alfred glared at him. "Never speak to or touch me again. I swear if you do, I might do something…not nice."

The man smirked. "Oh? And what's that?"

"You don't want to find out." Alfred kept his gaze dark and narrowed as the man stood up to go to the door.

"You're cute, Jones. Best watch what you say from now on. That's MY warning."

Ivan hissed at the door when the man left. 'Men have not changed!' He went over to Alfred. 'Are you all right? Why do you look so sad?'

"He…he gave me such a…a DIRTY offer! He looks at me like I'm a prostitute or something!" he coughed.

'A what?'

"Ugh. Prostitute! A woman or man who gives sex as payment for things like money or nice stuff!"

'Mating for goods? Can't you just trade a sheep instead?'

Alfred gave him a 'are you serious' look, and then remembered that Ivan was from a different era. If he lived in a small tribe with only a few people, then there was no need for prostitutes. "Never mind. Don't worry about it." Alfred took the tray with him as he locked the door. "Might as well eat. I am hungry." He looked at Ivan. "Don't you get hungry?"

'I'm always hungry.' Ivan smiled softly. 'But I can't eat. Eating serves me no purpose. I have not been offered food where I am being held, yet it does not weaken me. I must not need it, and constant hunger is just part of my punishment I guess. But my thoughts for you are more important.'

"Ivan…I promise to save you." He said as he munched on a piece of greasy bacon. "I swear it. We'll find a way!" Alfred's hunger turn ravenous as his body realized just how hungry it was. He moved to the bed and began gobbling up the food with Ivan looking on in curious amusement.

/

A Shadow Angel crawled along the walls of the base trying to learn more about it. The being finally saw a human man walking down the hall from the area of their brother's room. An idea had struck him then, one that would surely help himself and his brothers. So sneaking up to the human male, the Shadow Angel forced itself inside the body. The man tried to gain control of his body, but the angel had easily overpowered his will and brain functioning. Soon, the angel had a human body again and one that he could control as if it were his own. What better way to get to his little brother but as a human man?

'And our dangerous little pest cannot kill humans.'

Now in the body of Sergeant Derrick, the Shadow Angel continued his way through the base.

End Chapter 7 TBC

Extra: Light's Story

"Light! Where are you going?" Light turned around at the call of his name, seeing two of his fellow Sun Angels flying over to him.

"Just out for a short while. I need to stretch my wings." He spread his golden wings out far with a satisfied 'ahh'.

"Your wings are so beautiful, Light! They rival any of ours here!" said his friend. "And your smile and eyes…you must be something more than an angel!"

Light just laughed. "Oh, I'm not that special. Anyway, I'll be back later." He flapped his wings and flew from the palace out into the blue sky. 'I only 'look' special…no one actually thinks of me that way.' His fellow angels and family were kind to him, but they never did more than compliment him. Light felt as if anything he did special was ignored. They rather him flap around in the air and bask in the glow his wings gave off than praise his achievements. Light would save animals, fix trees, clear up the gloomy skies and even frighten away dangerous spirits. 'No one ever takes notice of THAT.'

Suddenly, as Light hit a patch of gray sky, he heard a strange sound coming from the earth below. He froze in his flying and stopped to listen more closely. The sound was a bellowing moan, but not one of pain. Not only could he hear it but also could feel the sorrow and despair. The feeling made him double over while clutching his heart. The soul of this person was in pure anguish as it cried out helplessly for relief. It was a dark, deadly pain that he could feel throughout his whole body. The feeling was cold and hopeless, unlike anything Light had ever experienced. Whoever this was, the soul was tortured beyond comprehension. It was nothing but a mix of suffering, hatred, sorrow, loneliness, insanity, and helplessness.

'What being could be feeling such emotions? It…makes me sad. How strange, this feeling I have for the creature. Poor thing…how can one being suffer so?' There was little he knew about the mortal world, having been locked away in the heavens for so long. Still, he could not ignore this feeling inside his heart, which made it ache painfully. 'I must find this soul. I'm sure I can make it better! I will save you, little lamb!'

Light flew further towards the earth and continued to follow the echoing wail of misery. His searching brought him to a snowy land where the trees were dead and the air was cold. Immediately, his body burned brighter to keep warm in the temperature as he scanned the white ground. His eyes caught sight of a mortal man lying face down in the snow, surrounded by blood. Gasping, he hurried over to the human and asked, "Are you cold?"

/

Light sat in his room, gazing out at the clouds and birds flying by. He couldn't keep the smile from his face as he thought about the new friend he made today. 'Snow.' Light said the name silently to himself. 'My heart felt full and warm when he smiled at me. I saved his life today and gave him hope. Poor man…no one should suffer that greatly.' He chuckled. "And he seems more truthful and loyal than the angels here."

There was a knock at his door. "Light, Father wishes to see you."

Light left his room and met with his father in the golden sunroom. Its walls were pure white and its pillars, floor, and ceiling golden. One side of the ceiling held the night sky and moon, while the other side contained blue sky and the sun. His father sat upon a golden throne, form shining so brightly that Light never really knew the distinctive features of this god. "My Lord. Bringer of All Life. Father."

"Light, my dearest son and favorite angel. Come to your father." Light flew over to him and knelt beside the throne, resting his arms and head in his father's lap. He closed his eyes while his father's hands threaded through his hair. "I have not seen you for a few sunrises. Are you well?"

Light smiled. "Very well, Father! I am happy."

"My favorite angel is always happy. Such a gift and a treasure." Light looked up at him with a sweet smile. "Your are a gem here in heaven."

"Thank you, Father. That pleases me."

"Your mother was my favorite as well, and you look so much like her."

Light knew little about his mother, only that her hair was long and her wings sky blue. Light was also the only angel in the heavens with eyes that matched his mother's wings. Some others even speculated that he had human blood in him because of the blue eyes. Yet his Father never believed that. The women lived in another part of the heavens, but Light's mother had died when he was very young. No one knew how, but he had always wondered. Yet the thoughts of his mother were instead replaced by images of Snow back on earth. Remembering the man made him smile brightly.

"Your brother says you went to earth today. What did you do there? What did you see?"

"Nothing special, Father. A human or two."

His Father scoffed. "Hmph. Humans. What a waste of life. Such vile and disgusting beings. Primitive. Foolish. Greedy."

Light looked up at him. "I don't think all humans are like that." His father just stroked his face.

"So innocent and pure you are, my son. Naïve in the ways of the mortals and the toll they take upon the earth. Mark my words, my dearest angel, they will all destroy themselves and this world." Light turned his face away, but it was only hide the look of sadness there. "Promise me you will always remain pure and innocent? Stay away from the humans, and live peacefully for eternity here with your father and kin."

"I promise, Father." Light knew in his heart he was lying, but said the words his father wanted to hear.

"Good. You may go now, my favorite."

The next day, Light flew back down to earth to meet with Snow just as he promised. They gazed at the clouds all day and played in the warm waters. Snow was a delightful human, not at all like how his Father had described. Light knew that humans suffered on earth while he and his brethren lived in pure happiness and peace. Snow never liked to talk about his past, and Light never pushed him to. Just by reading his emotions, Light knew it was shredded in darkness. No one should suffer like that, human or angel. Snow was a good friend, a TRUE friend, one who would never be false.

"Snow, meeting you has been the best thing that's ever happened to me!"

"It should be the opposite." Snow replied. "Meeting you brought me back to life. I thought there was nothing good in this world…until you came along." He smiled and nuzzled Light's cheek. Light chuckled.

"I don't want you to be lonely anymore either. I'm glad we found each other. You're not like my brethren. They are…well…they don't recognize me as anything else but 'special'."

Snow rolled over onto his belly so his chin was resting on Light's collarbone. He smiled at him. "But you are special."

"No, that's not what I mean." He sighed. "They aren't mean to me…but they just…they just don't see what else I can do. I can do a lot more than just…prance around the sky." He rolled his eyes.

Snow rubbed his cheek against Light's chest. "Well, I praise you for everything you do. You gave me something I thought I could never, ever have. With your power and kindness, you showed me what it means to live." He lifted his head to look at Light. "You gave me back my life. Until I met you, my life was a solitary war in which the heavens gave me no peace. Yet you…you came to me and saved my humanity. I think those other angels don't want to see your wonderful skills because they will just grow jealous."

Light felt tears of happiness well in his eyes as he listened to Snow's words. "To think…that in all the heavens of the world…the only one who could understand me is a mortal. And I thank you for that, Snow."

Light gasped softly when Snow's lips pressed against his in a kiss. Snow's lips were chapped, yet they were warm against his own. Light's cheeks flared up in embarrassment as he pushed Snow's face away. "Snow…I can't. This isn't-" His words were cut off by Snow's lips back against his own, this time with more force. Light heard himself moan and open his mouth to Snow's prying tongue, letting it past his lips. He had never been kissed before, not by an angel and especially not by a mortal. Light never thought he would get to experience a kiss, for his Father forbade him to ever marry. But Snow's kiss was filled with such desire and emotion that he never felt, yet somehow understood it. Light knew he wanted more of Snow's kisses and touch, but remembered his Father's warning. Light pushed him away again, blushing hotly, and turned his head to the side. "Forgive me…"

"What wrong or harm could you do?" Snow asked.

"I'm sorry…but this is my first time in anything of the sort…and I don't know what to do." He saw Snow smile at him, then heard the man laugh. "Snow? Why do you laugh at me?"

"I understand, and I'm sorry for pushing you like that." He stood up and pulled Light with him. "You are so carefree and innocent…" Snow looked him up and down "I wonder if…if I was ever like you?" Light brushed the tasseled pale bangs from Snow's face. "Ever since I was able to walk, I was given an axe or club to hunt and fight. My tribe members died from the cold, sickness, or on the hunt. We would have to burn their bodies. There was never a moment to rest…never a second to breathe. We had to hunt or be hunted. Children died of fever, women bled in their birthing beds, and wild animals threatened to destroy our home. All I knew was fear, anger, strength, and determination. Tell me, where is the happiness in that?"

Light searched his friend's troubled face with a mask of sadness on his own. He brought his hand out to stroke Snow's cheek, watching as the other leaned into his palm. "I'm so sorry your kind has to suffer so." 'We do not have these sufferings or obstacles in the heavens…yet my father calls you vile and disgusting.' He took Snow's face in both hands now. 'Such a race that can continue on through all those hardships and despair…could not be able to survive all these centuries of growth.' "Please, don't be sad anymore."

Snow smiled at him. "I never will be, so long as you are by my side. Say you'll never leave me? Please, say it."

Light giggled and kissed the big nose of his mortal. "I'll never leave you. We are friends."

"And I hope to be more than that." Light blushed at Snow's bold words, but gave a genuine smile. "Will you continue to visit me everyday like this? In the glen?"

"Yes. Everyday." Light kissed his cheek and flew back up into the sky, waving down to his mortal friend.

Sitting on his bed, Light felt his still tingling lips with his finger. Snow had kissed him, as a lover would. The kiss had been true and passionate, bringing another blush to his cheeks. 'Snow.' He pictured the mortal standing proudly upon some boulders, gazing out into the world of unknown territories and armed with only an axe. 'Humans, though their suffering is great, get to see sights I couldn't dream of.' Light wrapped himself in his wings and sighed with a smile. 'If I could…I would go adventuring with you, Snow.' Then, he remembered Snow's words about them becoming more than just friends. If his Father found out, he would be furious. Aside from that, the other Sun Angels would scold and jeer at him. It was 'forbidden' for angels to mingle with humans, especially in a passionate way.

"That's just stupid." Light said out loud, now hiding his head in his wings. 'Being with a human does no harm! I am not a woman, so we cannot have a mixed baby. I have no real superpowers and neither does he. We're just…to lonely souls yearning for someone to care for and understand us. Snow is that person for me, and I for him. Tomorrow, I will tell Snow of my love for him, and we will become lovers! I swear it by the sun and moon! I will take what I want!'

From then on, Light would spend his days with Snow. At night, he would sneak out to fly in the dark and look for Snow's sleeping hut. Sometimes he would stare at it, and other times he would float down to peek in. But every day it was the same, until one afternoon, Light had thrown caution to the wind…and let a mortal take him. The pleasure was beyond any emotions he had ever felt. Snow's body was large and rough, covering his own. Yet everything was done with love and as much tenderness as the human could control. Light loved it, and every day, came back for more.

One day, while leaving his chambers, a fellow Sun Angel approached him in the hall. "Light, you have been acting strange."

Light just laughed. "Strange? Strange how, brother?"

"Just…I don't know what it is. But there is something different about you. Your eyes, your glow, your wings and body…all look, well, different."

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, brother. I feel no different, and I certainly am not acting any different." Light couldn't keep the smile off his face. His brother just looked at him.

"Hey, are you in love?" His brother asked, looking concerned.

"N-No!" Light almost said 'yes', but stopped himself just in time. "Why would you think that? Am I not allowed to just be happy?"

"Here, walk with me." He walked alongside his brother through the halls. "You know father wouldn't allow you to get married." Light nodded, looking down at his sandals. "Make things easier on yourself and stay way from the women's wing." He laughed and Light forced himself to giggle. If the truth was ever known…

"I understand, brother. Don't worry about me! I don't plan on getting married! I really do have to go now, so I'll see you around! Bye!"

Little did he know that after this conversation that someone would be following him.

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"Snow!" Light called as he landed in their glen. "Snow! I'm here!"

"Over here!" called Snow, "In the river!"

Light flew over to the river and let out a laugh when he saw Snow standing naked in the shallow part of the river, spearing fish. He already had three fish and just speared another. "Who in their right mind stands naked in a river?" Light was still a bit shy about Snow's naked body, so he had to turn his face and hide his blush.

"I just never get tired of the sun!" Snow replied and stepped out of the water. "I love the feel of the rays on my body more than anything. Well, I rather have YOUR warmth, of course."

Light smiled. "So are we eating fish?" Snow handed the whole spear to him.

"You may have all of them. I don't need to eat them. I rather you eat. Eat."

"No, it's more important that you eat." Light remembered all about the suffering of humans and how some even starve to death. There was always food waiting for him back at the palace. "I want you to always have a full belly." Snow gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Now go get dressed." He took a seat on the fur cloak Snow had laid out on the ground. When the other was dressed in just his basic underclothes, Light made room for him on the fur while the other worked on getting a small fire started. They sat quietly while the fish slowly turned crisp.

"Light, are you happy with me? You seem distant today."

"Oh!" He smiled. "I'm very happy with you, Snow! We share so much together! I guess…I was just feeling a little down today." Light looked at Snow who appeared angry.

"Did someone hurt you?"

Light gasped. "No, that's not it. I was just thinking about how much you mortals suffer here on earth…and I wish I could help all of you." He took Snow's hand and squeezed.

"Well, I don't want to share you with anyone. Call me selfish, but you are my happiness and warmth, no other's." Snow nuzzled him. "And it doesn't matter that you are an angel or I am a mortal, we love each other."

Light smiled at him and blushed sweetly. "I love you too." He did not want to lose Snow, nor did he want to give him up. The words from his brother earlier had worried him. If everyone above was getting suspicious of him, then it could mean trouble. Still, he did not want to tell Snow about it because he can foresee the man going mad with rage. Also, there was the fear that his Father would lock him up in his room and never let him out. He couldn't bear to be away from Snow nor did he want to see something horrible happen to this human.

He decided to take the risk.

"I love you, Snow." He smiled when the human caressed his face.

"I love you too. The fish still have to cook, why don't we watch the clouds?"

"Yeah! That's my favorite!"

They lost track of time while lying together and cloud gazing. It was at that moment when Light felt the familiar heat, power, and presence of his Father. Light jumped up from the fur and gasped inwardly when he saw his Father marching over to them. He spread his wings wide and bowed low. "My lord, to what do I owe this pleasure?" His insides were shaking and his heart was racing.

'You have been a foolish deity!' Shouted his Father. 'You willingly spread your legs for some lowly human being! What were you thinking? This is a crime among deity and human kind! You should be ashamed of yourself!'

Light was not ashamed of loving Snow, but he was afraid to say anything at first. Then, he turned his eyes upwards and glared at his father. "This was my choice and no other! I chose to give my life, love, and energy to my human lover! Snow and I are one of a kind! Together we are strong! He is the winter, and I am the summer! You will never take it away from us! I won't have it!" Never had he spoken so cruelly to his Father before, and never had he felt such inner rage. Now, he was unsure if the shaking of his body was from fear or anger.

'Foolish angel!' Growled the Sun God. 'You would choose a lowly human over the likes of your brethren? For shame, Light! An angel never mingles with the likes of disgusting humans! Their race is a parasite upon this good earth!'

'No! That is not true!' He shouted in his head. 'They are not a parasite!' "How dare you speak of my lover in such a cruel manner!" Hissed Light.

Snow stepped in then. "This was our decision! I pushed for it! Light had no dealing in this relationship! It was all me!"

Light's shoulders were shaking as he faintly heard the arguing over the pounding of his heart. 'I did nothing wrong…we did nothing wrong… so why? Why does it have to be like this?' Then, he heard his Father say, 'YOU WILL NEVER SEE LIGHT AGAIN! HE BELONGS AMONG HIS OWN KIND, AWAY FROM EARTHLY DESIRES AND YOUR RACE!' "No! I won't leave Snow!" He reached out and clung to Snow's arm.

"Punish me!" Snow said and pushed Light behind him. 'Punish me instead, and leave him be!'

"SILENCE!" The Sun God held out his hands and a beam of hot light struck Snow, sending the man flying across the ground.

Light turned to his father and chose to attack, surprising the god. With all of the frustrated rage building inside of him, the young angel threw everything he had at his father. He used his wings to slice and scratch at the bright body. Light even attempted to use his wings to flash a heavy glow, but his Father's own countered his into an explosion. His Father was stronger than all of the angels, and even though Light put up a heavy fight, the young being failed. Light could see the disappointment and shame in his Father's eyes, and they paralyzed him for a moment. That was when his Father attacked with a ray of lights that encircled his limbs and wings, holding him captive. "FATHER!" He cried. "LET ME GO! PLEASE!"

"LET HIM GO!" Snow shouted, and Light almost screamed at his lover to stop. He saw Snow's valiant attempts to strike down his Father with the axe, but the Sun God was still too strong for them. Light felt his whole body jerk as it was pulled upwards into the sky with his Father. He felt tears in his eyes as he watched Snow's body grow smaller and smaller.

"SNOW!" He shouted down to him. "CALM YOUR RAGE! STOP!" Light could not hear what Snow was saying, but did hear his Father shout, 'Light is mine!' Light saw a few of his brethren begin to circle above them as they slowly appeared. One by one they spiraled down towards Snow, who killed them with his axe. Light's eyes were wide with horror he watched unfold before his eyes. His brothers were killed one by one, sent to their deaths by their own Father who seemed not to care. Light watched each one burst into flame as they died and while he felt remorse for them, his sympathy was towards his lover.

"I am more than human! Give me back my Light!" shouted Snow.

'Stop, Snow! Just run! Run, get out of here!' Light said to himself, too frightened and upset to speak out loud. Then, his Father said,

'You don't deserve Light or his warmth! Nor any warmth!' Light trembled in fear when he saw the gray clouds forming behind his Father as the God of Winter appeared. Light's whole body felt the chill of the winter god eating away at his warmth. Once again, his Father spoke, 'The God of Winter shall see to it that you never feel warmth or happiness again! You shall be punished for attacking heavenly beings!'

Light clenched his eyes shut when he saw the warm world he created turning cold and gray. He kept his eyes closed as they descended back to the ground. When he dared to open his eyes, he saw how some of his brothers managed to capture Snow, holding him captive. Light continued to scream for them to stop as he witnessed his Father's hand, a hand so gentle and warm, rip out the beating heart of a human. Not just any human, but his lover; his Snow. 'Punish him.' said his Father to the God of Winter.

"NO, STOP! STOP HURTING HIM!" The Sun Angel could only look on his saddened horror as the other angels brutally began beating his lover. Their hands would burn his skin, their feet kicking and stepping, their wings slicing through delicate human skin. 'Please stop!' He begged the Sun God. 'Why are you doing this? We did nothing wrong! NOTHING!' The Sun God would not answer him, but did call off the other angels. Light let out a choked sob at the twitching and writhing body of his lover. He wanted to run over there and heal all Snow's wounds with his warmth and power. He wanted to hold the man in his arms and wrap him protectively in his wings, shielding him from harm. But to his frightened horror, blue eyes widened when the other angels began to surround him.

Light saw the hurt and angry looks upon his brother's faces as they gazed at him. He wanted to plead with them, to beg them to stop their Father from continuing this assault. Light dropped himself to his knees before his brothers, looking up through blonde lashes at them. "If any of you ever truly loved me as a brother…you will not harm me. I've done no wrong to any of you. I've shown you all equal love and friendship! I only followed my heart and what made me happy." He smiled at them. "I did nothing wrong."

But his brothers did not answer him, only they grew angrier at the words he spoke. Light felt his wings gripped in their grasps, and then the molten hot pain that followed when the flesh was torn. Light's voice was lost to him, unable to vocalize the searing pain he felt throughout his body. The wings that Snow loved so much were now ripped bloodied stumps upon his back. Light's last bit of strength left him and he fell to the cold snow. He was only there for a moment went he felt his beaten body being lifted high into the sky once again. 'Father…!' He cried in his mind.

'Light, my favorite angel,' his Father began to speak 'you shame us all by betraying our kind. You know how I feel about you and how I never want you to marry. As my most loved and cherished seed, the hurt you do me is worse than the sky crumbling to the ground. How you have shamed your Father!'

Light's eyes were wild now with his hatred and pain unlike he had ever felt. Never had he been so angry or heartbroken before. So for once in his life, Light spoke up to his Father. "You are just a jealous old man, Father! You try to keep me locked away from the world for our own selfish needs! How dare you. I am my own being with my own thoughts and will! I am not 'yours' and I never, ever will be! I belong to Snow, and that is how it will always be! I used to once love you as a treasured Father, but now I only hold for you hate and disgust!"

'Little lost angel, I ask you one last time: whom do you choose? Your family, or your human lover?'

Light smirked through the pain and heartbreak. "I will always choose Snow." Light looked down at his lover and gave the man a smile. Behind him, Light could hear his Father's celestial sword start to take shape. He knew what was coming now, and his breaths came in rapid pants even though he tried to hide his fear. His death lay behind him, and Light knew it. 'Don't look.' He silently begged to Snow, hoping by some chance, the human could read his mind. 'For the love of everything green and warm, don't look! Avert your eyes! Don't loo-' Light gasped when the hot blade ripped in his back and out through his chest. 'Oh Snow…I'm so sorry…I love you.' His body slowly started to burn. 'I hope we'll meet again. Don't forget me?'

Light felt his body slowly burn away leaving only his soul in a white empty world. Suddenly, his soul was yanked forward into a colorful vortex of beams. Light never knew just how long he traveled through this strange universe, but the only thought on his mind was Snow. The image of his lover lasted for awhile until suddenly, there was nothing.

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