Sariel is about a moody youth hated by the world and hating God, and a winsome
boy stepping into his life offering to be his angel. Contains "shounen ai" and
religious themes, so sensitive readers be warned.
The correct formatting of this story (such as italics and spacing) might not
show properly on the ML. For the best formatted version of the story, go read it
While technically a standalone, Sariel occurs in the same universe as that of my
long epic: Fallen In (Page Web Site:
Images and character info of Azrael, Camael, and Behemoth, could be found under
the Character Files section of the page.
And, while weíre on the subject of web pages, I had a web site called Fevered
Dreams: The Writings of Azure A. Blue (http://www.geocities.com/aquariel2000/).
I've put it to search engines, but it had yet to be able to show up when I tried
searching for it on Yahoo. Friends suggest to me that the best way to get a good
listing is by having many web sites linking to and from mine.
So, to those who read this, those who have web sites of their own . . .
Can you please consider linking to my site (and vice versa)?
. . . please ~~?
Now . . . on with the story!
By: Azure A. Blue
(First Draft finished on Oct 31, 2002)
C&C of this story will be much appreciated at aquariel2000@...
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Jude walked alone.
Staid as a shadow, he made his way past the sea of impassive pedestrians,
slipping through them with the quiet grace of the unnoticed.
Iím down at the bottom; I can only go up.
Up he went, elevating himself higher and higher above the buzzing crowds and the
roaring traffic, above the noisy silence of the very world.
Stripped of everything I once deemed important, from reputation and dignity to
family and friends . . . it would only mean that I no longer have to care for
Leaning against the bridgeís rail, he overlooked the roaring traffic below with
gray eyes as still as the sunless skies above.
Having nothing to worry myself over, Iím now free to do anything, or go
Brown bangs falling over his upper profile, the young man began to tilt forward
with almost exquisite slowness . . .
. . . arenít I?
"Itíll hurt a lot,"
The voice, sardonic and playful, startled Jude enough to distract him from his
resolve. The young man turned his head to see a pale-skinned, dark-haired boy of
androgynous features leaning his waif-like built languidly upon the rail right
Large, blue eyes half-narrowed in a smile, the boy said to him, "Hitting the
pavement below at this height wonít kill you immediately; youíd suffer for hours
before finally getting to die."
Slowly blinking, Jude pushed himself back and away from the rail, and started
walking off the scene without so much as a glance at the one who words just
stopped him from going over the edge.
Behind him, the boy continued to speak:
"If you feel the urge to suicide again, please do remember that jumping off high
places is one of the most undignified suicide choice? Youíd end up a bloody,
immobile pulp that unsympathetic people will have to transport to the hospital
in disgust. Imagine having reporters and medics, people who knew nothing of your
troubles, shaking their condescending heads at you and lamenting the moral
constitution of modern youth . . . that would be really awful for a vain,
sensitive soul like you, wouldnít it?"
Stopping on his tracks, Jude slowly turned around to carefully regard the young
stranger from whose smirking lips came forth all these non-gentle words of
"Are you always so mouthy towards suicidal strangers whoíre obvious in bad
"Itís what I do," replied the dark-haired boy matter-of-factly. "I look for
messed up people who canít keep their acts together, and helps them through
their troubles with my divine guidance."
Jude furrowed his brows at hearing that. "Your . . . divine guidance?"
"Iím a reincarnated guardian angel," explained the boy.
" . . . what?" Jude asked, thinking he had heard wrong.
"A reincarnated guardian angel," the boy stated with the nonchalance of a teen
claiming to work part-time at a fast-food joint. "You see, Iíve been running out
of projects to occupy myself with lately. Thus why Iím here at this scenic spot:
to brood over my idleness. And here you are, dropping by with a death-wish!" He
walked up towards Jude and cupped the latterís face with his pale, slender
hands. "Iíd call that a sign from God, wonít you?"
". . . projects?" Judeís stumbled backwards and away from the strange boyís
touch. "Sigh from God?!"
"Hey, hey . . . even though Iím currently shackled in human flesh, the wisdom
Iíve accumulated through my millenniums of existence will still serve you well .
." the boy looked Jude up and down with a faintly condescending frown, ". . .
and *do* you need it."
Snorting in bitter derision, Jude briefly considered throwing the dark-haired
boy over the edge along with himself, before weariness took over and he simply
resigned himself into just walking away.
"Iím Sariel," the boyís roguishly gleeful voice came from behind Jude. "Starting
today, Iím gonna take you, Jude Barron, to be my new charge!"
"Thus speaks the mental . . ." Jude muttered, before trailing off as something
occurred to him.
"Hey!" he quickly whirled around. "How did you know my name?"
He found himself talking to thin air. The boy calling himself Sariel was no
longer in sight. He himself was the only one on the long-narrow stretch of
pedestrian walk beside the moderate traffic.
What the . . .
Looking up ahead, he saw Sariel leaning halfway out of the opened window of a
"Feel free to conjure me up anytime you need to!" He waved at cheerfully at Jude
right before the jeep disappeared down the bridgeís descending curve. "Iím your
guardian angel now!"
". . . hell?!" Jude muttered, before finally do getting to leave the scene in an
Out of nowhere, he came, a flippant angel who cruelly denied me death by
trivializing my bleeding pain.
Thanks to him, I now get to stay alive and face my bitter life.
Jude regarded his school locker in numb, stony silence.
Covered in almost every hate-filled homophobic curse word imaginable to mankind,
it was easily set apart from all the others lining the hallway.
Glancing briefly at the predatorily smirking schoolmates rudely staring at him
from all sides, Jude then attempted to unlock his marred locker in as nonchalant
as manner as possible.
"Hey, Barron," one of the boys standing around called out to him. "It was a
moving confession you made to Roy last week. I totally enjoyed listening to it
"Yeah . . . my favorite part is when you try and explain how your love for him
goes beyond the boundaries of gender," another boy piped in with a leer. "Itís
so cool of you to mix transgenderism with romance."
"So," a third boy leaned closer towards Jude, who remained tensely silent as he
packed up. "Think youíre going to made a second try at gay confession anytime
soon? I just brought this nifty set of bugs-"
Slamming his locker door shut and cutting off the boy, Jude stiffly strode past
the group of harassers and away.
"Feel free to conjure me up anytime you need to!"
"Sure, sure," Jude muttered out loud. "Whereís your holy ass now that I needed
From behind, the pack of hallway bullies all stared after him varying looks of
disdain on their faces.
"How rude," muttered the third boy. "And he wonders why we pick on him, the
"Holy blame the victim . . ."
At the sarcastic voice, all turned around to see a slender, dark-haired boy
standing behind them with narrowed eyes and crossed arms.
"Who the hell are you?" they asked him.
"This is Sariel Fairchild," introduced the teacher to her class. "Heíll be
joining our class starting today, and Iíd like for you all to make him feel
"Oh, some of them have already made the effort to do just that," Sariel said
while beaming at a few somewhat sulky-looking students who were staring warily
at him. "Having sampled of their warm welcome, I knew coming her to study would
" . . . great," uninterested in the undercurrents going on between her students,
the teacher hurried things along. "Sariel, you can take that empty seat at the
back beside Jude."
With that, Sariel stepped down the aisle and sat himself right beside the now
"Hello again," he greeted the stunned young man, who slowly nodded back.
The obnoxious angel fell into my life once more, ready to further annoy me . . .
"Didnít take you long to start conjuring me," said the self-proclaimed angel
from between bites of his apple as he smiled at his "new charge" from across the
" Conjuring . . . you?" Jude asked after swallowing a mouthful of sandwich.
"Just moments ago, I hear your soul calling out to me in acute anguish," Sariel
stated. "So here I am, to answer your distress signal."
" . . . never mind," Jude muttered after a rather long pause. "Iím not even
going to try and make sense of whatever fevered dreams youíre spouting."
"Speaking of fevered . . ." Sariel whispered in conspiratorial glee as he subtly
gestured at the couple of girls at another table who were giving him interested
Jude rolled his eyes at that. "Oh, vanity . . . how angel-like."
"Hey, weíve got to be proud of what God give us, Jude," Sariel defended hismelf,
before smiling indulgently and yet condescendingly as he rested his pointed chin
on a palm. "Seeing that youíre born into this godless age, I can understand how
you might have problems believing in angels . . ."
"Not at all," Jude shrugged in a pointedly dismissive manner. "I used to be a
firm believer in angels and Santa, right up till I turned five."
"Jude . . ." Sariel began, but was quickly cut off by the young man he was
"And even if youíre for real, where do you get off thinking me of all people
would turn to Godís agent for guidance?"
Sariel blinked at Judeís question. "Whereís the conflict?"
"Well," Jude chuckled, edgily. "If you are indeed the angel boy you say you are,
you should already have known that *I* am *gay*."
"Oh, I knew that," Sariel said immediately. "Youíre pinning after that Roy guy
who taped your big love confession for his buddiesí amusement, right? I heard
about that: your vicious classmates were all talking about it."
Jude narrowed his eyes at Sariel. "And you, supposedly an angel, see no problem
Sariel arched a dark brow at him. "You mean aside from your bad taste? Iíve seen
the object of your manly desire: heís a walking mass of steroids and meat."
" . . . all this viciousness and you call yourself an angel?" Jude asked, torn
between amusement and indignation.
Sariel glared back at him. "Iíve spend huge portions of my previous incarnation
battling demons, forgive me for not being meek."
Chuckling, in perhaps a not entirely bitter voice, Jude asked the boy, "So . . .
you really have no problem with me being gay?"
"Should I have a problem?" Sariel asked back.
"According to most Christian teachings-" Jude began but was waved off by
Sarielís dismissive hand.
"Iím donít follow human religious practices; I follow but my Fatherís will."
"Which is . . .?"
"A multitude of things," Sariel said, "one of which is to promote love between
the members of your vilely self-centered race instead of hate . . . which brings
me to why you need my help. Ever since meatboy out-ed you for fun, youíve become
the center of a lot of hateful emotions. Some of them are yours, some are from
others, and all spell bad new for you." His once flippant voice turn darkly
grave. "Hate is a scary thing; not only does it cause premature aging in humans,
but the energy that it emits attracts demons like sharks to spilled blood. In
fact, that time when you almost jumped off the bridge? You were under the
influence of a demon who was intent on killing off your body and seizing your
soul for her own empowerment."
" ĎHer?í " Jude raised an eyebrow incredulously. "Youíre saying that my suicidal
urges were induced by a she demon?"
"One of the bitchier ones, yes," Sarielís face grimaced with distaste. "Back
then, I drove her away with help from some old friends. But as long as you
remain soaked in the hate and bitterness that she so love, sheíll come back to
haunt you gain." Blue eyes narrowed with dark intensity. "Demons are persistent
"I see . . . and how do you plan to help me through this?" Jude asked, in what
he hoped was a serious manner.
Sariel perked up at seeing the change in Judeís attitude.
"Well, getting rid of the hate around you is of course our most pressing concern
. . ."
It wasnít like I had anything else better to do, Jude reasoned to himself as he
resigned himself to playing along with the strange boyís delusional games. Me,
who have been made an outcast by this hypocritical world.
" . . . if you hate your enemies back, youíd only create an unhealthy vicious
cycle . . ."
Contrasted by the hostile setting, this obnoxious loon in front of me actually
seemed rather gentle.
The sunlight coming through cafeteria windows was at such an angle that cast a
golden sheen upon Sariel, highlighting the exquisiteness of his androgynous
features as he spoke on:
" . . . try not to care so much about what others think of you, and just focus
on the reality of who you really are . . ."
And those dark lashes really stood out against his luminous skin-
Jude almost visibly jumped at that last thought.
Where in the world had that come from?
Just days ago, he was proclaiming his undying love to Roy, and now he was having
interest in this feisty little mental patient?
Itís the rebound talking, Jude tried convincing himself, just the rebound and
nothing more . . .
A hand waved itself right in front of his eyes, jolting Jude out of his reverie.
"Hello~" Sariel dragged on his voice. "Iím talking to you about very important
stuff here. Will you please not zoom out?"
" . . . umm," Jude bit down on his lower-lip with a faint flush on his face. "Go
"Anyway . . ." Sariel studied Judeís expression with a cautious frown. "As I
just said, even though I have the authority to bring divine punishment upon
those bigots bothering you, you are the only one who can truly standup for
". . . authority . . . to bring divine punishment?" Jude asked, clearly
"Well, yes, but I only use that as a last resort, " Sariel explained casually.
"I prefer to deal with humans by human means only since, you know, our power
difference is so huge."
"Now *thatís* divine fairness," Jude muttered.
Sariel frowned. "I can see that you still have doubts about my competency . . .
but just think about this: weíve been here a while now. Has any of the usual
suspects began to bother you yet?"
Looking around, Jude realized to his surprise that all the "usual suspects" (as
Sariel had just called them) were all seated at tables furthest away from them,
watching them. Yet, the usual sadistic, predatory smirks were gone from their
faces, replaced by looks of wariness and uncertainty.
"Whatís going on?" Jude asked, bewildered and confused.
"Oh, they had yet to recover from their encounter with my tongue, thatís all,"
Sariel commented offhandedly.
Judeís eyes widened in shock. "What?!"
"My tongue," Sariel repeated, seemingly perplexed by Judeís reaction. "My
whippy, sarcastic tongue that is my favorite offence yet."
" . . . oh, okay," Jude blushed as he sighed in relief somehow. "Wow . . . for a
moment I thought-"
At that loud, rowdy voice, the two turned to see a bulky, muscle-bound teen
standing beside their table. A few equally tall but even heavier boys were
flanking him from the sides, leering down upon them along with said teen.
" Roy . . ." Jude tensed up almost immediately upon sight of the bulky teen.
From cross the table, Sarielís blue eyes narrowed at seeing that.
Arrogant sneer accentuating his almost animalistic virility, Roy McNeil clasped
a big hand upon Judeís shoulder.
"Already hitting on another guy?" Roy sneered. "Iím hurt. You sounded like such
a sincere little girl back when you confessed to me last week."
"Thus whined the bleeding heart," Sarielís bored, dismissive voice cut into the
conversation, startling all into turning towards him.
Releasing Jude, Roy narrowed his eyes at the small-boned transfer student with
the prettiness of a girl.
"You must be . . . a member of Judeís sisterhood?"
"Wow, homophobic remarks from the queer-bait," Sariel exclaimed. "Talk about
slapping oneself . . . which I do believe is how you get your jollies, am I
Face darkening, Roy leaned his huge bulk over the table to stare down upon the
small, mouthy boy. "You wanna step outside with us?"
"No thanks," Sariel stared up at the intimidating youth with taunting flatness.
"Iím physically repulsed by bulky jocks getting fat on pizza." He gestured at
Jude. "Perhaps meat-lover here would appreciate your offer more than I do?"
"Hey!" Jude protested.
". . . I mean to fight, you big mouthed girl-boy!" Roy gritted from between his
"Okay . . ." Sariel acted as if considering his words. "Is there any reason why
we canít fight here?" He slapped a fist into a palm. "Oh, thatís right! There is
a teacher over there watching us like a hawk. Now if he sees you and your fat
buddies attempting violence on a lightweight like me, youíd all be suspended in
second." He sneered at Roy and his sidekicks. "Thatís why bullies are pathetic:
they have to use superior numbers against individual targets half their sizes,
and are afraid of teachers whoíre triple their age." He then turned back to
Jude. "You actually made a love confession to *that*? No wonder your friends
laugh at you."
Jude, who was already stunned into speechlessness, could not reply to that.
His shock quadrupled at the thunderous applause came from all sides. Looking
around, he saw his peers (all alienating him since his being out-ed) now wildly
cheering Sariel on.
"That was so *good*!"
"Chew them out, cool guy!"
"Yeah! Put those losers in their place!"
Beaming widely, Sariel ate up their support with much satisfaction. Looking
considerably less cocky than before, Roy and his gang shot a few sullen looks at
Sariel, before making their awkward exit under everyoneís booing and jeering.
Like a falling star, he impacted my once dreary world, revolutionizing it with
his blazing, piercing light . . .
"Heís . . . cool," said a perplexed random male student to his friends. "He
doesnít do sports, he doesnít do drugs, his best friend is gay, and somehow I
*still* I find him cool!"
"Fairchild has backbone," another guy reasoned. "The way he doesnít bother with
becoming a people pleaser despite being in a new school, the way he shot down
those intimidating school toughs in public without so much as flinching . . ."
"And he shouldnít have to flinch," yet another guy spoke up then. "This is
school, not juvie; the bad guys shouldnít get to harass us just because they are
heavyset and run in packs. One wrong move on their part, and theyíd get kicked
"And into real juvies," added the first boy with a chuckle. "Gay rape and all .
"Speaking of which . . . donít you think Jude had changed a lot lately?"
"Come to think of it, he has become a lot easier to approach . . ."
At another corner of the cafeteria, Sariel and Jude were sitting together with a
group of their classmates. The former was totally enjoying himself, contributing
a biting joke now and then to liven up the chattering. The latter, so sullen and
tense in the past, actually looked at ease as he joined in their talking about
light, inconsequential topics that formed the basis of in-school socializing.
The difference that had made me an outcast no longer hindered me, now that Iím
less defensive and sullen than before. Aside from having to endure the occasion
joke directed at my preference, I now get to coexist peacefully with the rest of
He brought me out with startling ease, against insurmountable odds.
"I never thought Iíd say this about two boys, but . . . god, do they look cute
together~~!" gushed one of the many girls watching the two boys from afar with
"Call me a perv, but Iíd really like to know who goes on top! I mean, Jude is
more masculine, but itís pretty little Sariel who has got the strong
"Itís been more than a month since Sariel transferred here. I wonder how far
their relationship has progressed during this time?"
"Umm . . . from what they told me, those two are just friends," a bespectacled
girl pointed out hesitantly, and was immediately pounced upon by her friends.
"Donít burst our romantic bubble!!!"
A miracle; I Ďd expect no less from someone who claimed to be my guardian angel.
. . . a benevolent, deluded someone . . .
Not long after their somewhat unusual friendship had begun, Jude had had the
opportunity to meet the self-proclaimed angelís "maker", so to speak . . .
"Itís so kind of you to indulge my sonís eccentricities," the matronly Mrs.
Fairchild had whispered gratefully to Jude during the one time he was invited to
Sarielís home (her son was in the washroom then). "You have no idea how many
youngsters Sariel had managed to scare away in the past with offers of Ďdivine
"Does he really think heís an angel?" Jude had asked then.
"The psychiatrist said he does."
Well, it isnít like I didnít know from the start that Sariel is delusional. In
fact, Iíd have problems if he really is some elitist messenger sent by a distant
Beside, whatís a little mental problem when one has charisma? Jude mused as he
stared wistfully at Sariel, who was clearly the most commanding presence within
their little group.
Noticing his gaze, Sariel beamed at him in winsome roguishness
. . . Iím not even ashamed to admit that Iím drawn to him, not anymore.
Come to think of it, Sariel was the very first person I have bonded with on a
Mom died giving birth to me; my only connection to her is an old photo album
with pictures of her dating back to before I was born. And Dad, he always
manages to be away somehow; I donít think he could deal with a son who not
killed his wife, but would never have a wife of his own.
I have no siblings; what "friends" Iíve made at school are really just
acquaintances, people who have nothing in common with me
Then there was Roy; strapping, beastial Roy so magnetic in his virility . . . I
had only ever coveted him from afar. Had he not caught me staring at him once
too often and played that cruel joke upon me, Iíd never even get to talk to him,
much less confess . . .
What Iíve felt for him was as purely physical as it was one-sided.
Living a lonely life that was as unblessed as they come, Sariel was the first to
ever care for me as a person. He gets me.
. . . I want to make him my first.
". . . and Jacobís inviting us to his party this Friday night," Sariel read off
his electronic notebook as he and Jude walked home after school. "You feel like
"I donít mind either way," Jude shrugged. "Iíll go if you go."
"Then weíre going," Sariel decided. "Now, about this mothball thing that Tim and
the other guys are going to during the weekend-"
Cut off by Judeís soft voice, Sariel turned to face the other boy. "Yes?"
Mustering up his courage, Jude force the words out of his nervous mouth. "How do
you . . . feel about me?"
"Well, despite the sullen act, you turn out to be one of the more agreeable
humans Iíve had the pleasure of guarding-"
"No," Jude chuckled as he shook his head, before turning to stare right into
Sarielís blue eyes. "I mean . . . how do you feel about me? Personally?"
At that, Sariel blinked his blue eyes with innocence befitting of a real angel,
before widening them as realization dawned on him.
"My God," he breathed out in a voice gone flat from shock. "Youíre confessing."
Judeís heart sank in at seeing that less than encouraging reaction from Sariel.
Was he making a huge mistake in revealing his feelings? Just because Sariel
harbors a delusion of being his "guardian angel" doesnít necessarily mean that
he would have any romantic interest in him, whoís another boy. In fact, hadnít
the boy always enjoyed basking under the admiring looks of the girls at school?
Androgynous looks and lack of homophobia aside, Sariel had never given any
indication of being anything other than straight . . .
Had he just done something irreparable to this odd, yet precious thing they now
share by opening his mouth like this?
With wide eyes, Jude watched as Sariel got knocked to the ground after getting
struck in the back of his head by a baseball bat. With a savage look in his
eyes, the assailant lowered his bat and smirked at the stunned boy.
"Itís been a while, little Jude,"
"Roy . . ." Jude had problem getting even that one word past his suddenly
constricted throat. "What are you doing?"
"Just . . . giving a little playback to you new playmate for keep on dissing me
and my gang for an entire *month*!!" Roy accentuated his menacing snarl with an
aggressive step forward, and Jude found himself backing away . . . and into two
of Royís rough-looking friends, who grabbed his by the arms.
"What-" Jude protested, and was struck hard across the face.
Sneering, Roy grabbed the smaller, captive youth by his brown hair, and yanked
up his head such that the latter had to look up at him.
"And Iím not forgetting about you," Roy leered down upon Jude. "Everybody knows
you two pervs are an item." The rugged voice gained a wolfish edge. "Can you
imagine how the little bastard would feel if I am to mess you up?"
" . . . Iíd feel almost as bad as youíre about to,"
Shocked, everyone quickly followed Sarielís voice, and were shocked by what they
The surroundings had changed. The empty street, once stained golden by the late
afternoon sun, abruptly dimmed up under an eerie, deep saffron-ish glow. Looking
cool and startlingly at ease even within the now twilight surroundings, Sariel
faced Roy and his sidekicks with a smile as devastating as thunder upon glacier.
"Iím the angel of Death and of War; the embodiment of the Most Highís Command;"
he stated. "You who prey upon the fragile and the different . . . come face my
With those words, the dimly illuminated air surround them shifted like sluggish,
semi-translucent beasts, before rapidly solidifying into many vaguely humanoid
shapes. With uncanny ferociousness, they attacked the group of school hooligans
and quickly powering them.
"They are pets of the demon Behemoth; familiars that you have attracted with
your malice and hate," the angel informed the beaten group as he put an arm
around Judeís shocked-still shoulders. "As spiritual parasites, they feed off
the dark thoughts of humans. They poison their victimís souls too, to ensure
that they would continue to be nourished with negative emotions." He gestured at
the monstrosities with a free hand. "These little ones here have been feeding
off you lot for quite a while now."
Hysterical with fear, the group of usually tough young man screamed and kicked
and lost all form of rational and dignity as they struggled on madly against the
demonic entities . . .
Later, they were to be hauled off the street by authorities for disturbing the
neighborhood. Even as they were escorted into police cars, the boys were sobbing
and crying over assault from monsters that nobody else but them could see or
Sariel had long since led Jude away by then.
"Ha! That ought to have washed those little bastards out of your hair!" Sariel
laughed gloatingly as Jude walked quietly beside him. "But vicious as it may
seem, I was really only giving them visualizations of the damage that they are
doing to their own souls. Should those morons be smart enough to reflect on the
meaning of all this after their years of therapy, it will serve them."
"What takes you so long?" Jude asked in a quiet voice charged with tension.
"Since I was little, I have known that I was different from the other boys."
Jude said, long bangs falling over his gray eyes as he lowered his head. "I was
non-aggressive, I . . . disliked sports, I chased butterflies instead of frogs .
. . and I got bullied a lot because of this. My Dad, my teachers, all believed
that the problem lies with me, that I basically brought all the bulling and
hostility upon myself for being as different as I was from the rest of my
peers." His voice dropped even as it gained tension. "Nobody even considered the
possibility that perhaps I didnít ask to be different. That I was born that way,
or perhaps even made that way . . . the latter of which I believe is the case
now that I have actually got one of Godís angels in the flesh right in front of
Jude chuckled edgily then, as Sariel stared at him with both uncertainly and
"I spent years and years waiting, praying . . . no, begging for salvation to
come my way," his voice began to broke. "It never did. I came to believe that
living is pain, there is no fairness, no justice, no hope, no God," With almost
oppressive slowness, he turned to face Sariel with wide, wild eyes. "And here
you are, showing me that angels and God exist; that my creator had not only made
me different, but had neglected me for more than sixteen *long* years, every
moment of which I was brutalized and abused by this stupid world of *his*
"Jude-" Sariel tried to put a calming hand on the young manís shoulder, which
was angrily slapped away.
"Donít touch me!" Jude snarled in a voice like a knife, one that stabbed right
into the angelís heart. "And donít you dare come to me acting like some savior
just because you helped me scare away a bully or two with your magical angel
powers!" He bit down on his lower lip (already split from Roy hitting him), the
pain almost forcing the tears out of his eyes. Almost. "If God is about standing
by impassively while people suffer, if he canít stop injustice until after the
damage is done, then I donít need him!"
And finally, the knife twisted:
"I certainly donít need *you*!"
Ignoring Sarielís reaction, Jude turned on his heel and left in what he thought
was a dignified manner, and without once looking back.
Only when he was out of breath at his apartment door did Jude realized that he
had ran all the way home. In tears.
Having suffered through my entire life, I used to imagine God to be some
sadistic tyrant who derives pleasure from the suffering of his people.
Who knew Iíd ever be proven right for real?
Leaning against a tree at a corner of the schoolyard, Jude idly listened to the
talk among his classmates, the talk about Roy and his bully-gang having suddenly
gone severely mental, and might actually be going away for a while . . .
Itís been three days since . . . and Sariel still isnít coming to school.
Every once in a while, some girl in class would approach him to ask about what
had happened to their favorite pretty boy. One of them actually asked him flat
out if theyíre having a Ďloverís spatí.
Last night, he had a dream.
In it, a curvy, sinister female covered from head to toe in skin-tight brown
leather was straddling his hips, grinding against him with brazen lewdness.
"Seems like your cocky little guardian couldnít save you after all," she drawled
throatily, the outline of her pursing lips faintly visible from underneath the
thin leather masking her face. "Too bad for him that you seem to hate God as
much as I do."
"I like that in my preys."
He woke up to find himself drenched in cold sweat.
Seemed that his personal demon came back, now that his personal angel had been
pushed away by his own hands.
Startled, Jude turned to see two slender youths standing right beside him. One
of them was a silver-haired boy with pale skin and elegantly shaped amber-yellow
eyes. The other was a dark-haired, olive-skinned young man with fiery violet
eyes framed by fittingly dramatic dark brows. Despite having never seen them
before, Jude immediately what, if not who, they were.
"Angels?" he asked, or rather, stated.
"Howíd you figure?" asked the dark featured one with a mildly surprised
"You each have certain features that resemble his."
The enigmatic dark hair, the lustrous pale skin, the slender built, the
beautiful androgyny . . .
"Ah, but we are brothers after all," smiled the silver-haired one, who extended
a pale hand at the human in civil politeness. "Azrael of Death, glad to make
"Camael of War," said the other, somewhat gruffly. "Canít say the same about
meeting you. Sarielís standards had certainly dropped since becoming humanized."
Jude clucked his teeth, before saying, " . . . should you two be talking about
this in public?"
"Look around," the one called Camael gestured dismissively at the other students
in the schoolyard, none of whom were even looking their way. "Is the Ďpublicí
not completely oblivious to Azrael and I, despite our not inconsiderable
"More mind-blowing tricks from the angels, I see . . ." Jude commented in a
pointed voice . . . one that softened as a wistful note crept into it. " . . .
you have his arrogance, Iíll give you that."
Camael narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Youíre not going to confess your love to
me now, are you?"
Jude was just about to retort with a biting remark, when Azrael cut in with his
calming, level-headed voice:
"Weíre here on behalf of Sariel. From what we gathered, you two parted on less
than friendly terms."
Jude merely stared flatly at the pale angel, who continued on:
"The reason behind this seemed to be his connection to God, whom you blame for
the sufferings youíve endured in life. "
"Thatís right," Jude readily admitted to Azraelís angelic face. "And if you two
are here trying to convince me otherwise, or to convert me somehow-"
"Weíre only here to tell you that Sariel is *not* angry at you for that uncalled
for guilt trip you made him go through just because he works for God." Camael
stated in a blunt, flat voice. "He wants us to tell you that should you want to
see him, heíll be at his human home."
Judeís reply was his pensive silence, which seemed to further agitate the Angel
"And while weíre on the subject of you blaming God for your suffering . . . does
it ever occur to you to instead blame your parents for having unprotected sex?"
Jude turned incredulous at hearing that. "What?!"
"You people are too over-sexed, thatís what!" Camael growled in agitation. "You
whined about the world being messed up, that God obvious doesnít care since you
got hurt and all . . . well, have you any idea how hard it is for a hundred and
forty thousand something angels to manage the billions of humans that had
resulted from Adamís fling with Eve? Add in two hundred million plus demons who
hate humans almost as much as they do us, and of *course* the worldís gonna
become chaotic: itís a battlefield for crying out loud!"
"But are we not doing our damned best to help each and every one of you?
"Is there anyone you know who hadnít at least been given a glimpse of hope in
his or her lifetime?"
Judeís voice was sullen. "Well, I hadnít."
"What about Sariel? He taught you how to coexist with the world despite being
different, and basically revolutionized your existence!" Camael raised his
voice. " That doesnít count as hope?"
Jude too raised his voice. "He came too late! I had already suffered for years
and years before-"
"Your suffering ceased the moment Sariel had appointed himself to be your
guardian angel," Azrael cut into the conversation with his cool, steady voice.
"Why dwell on a past that not only cannot be changed, but is already behind you?
Why not instead allow yourself to move on-"
"My entire past was one huge mess of pain!" Jude shouted now. "The childhood
that is supposed to be magical, the adolescence that is supposed to be the time
of my life . . . I had to spend every precious day of them getting *tormented*,
just because . . . !"
"Yes, you were abused and wronged," stated the pale angel. "And the people
whoíve hurt you in the past will all have face that which theyíve brought upon
themselves, eventually." His icy voice hardened. "But if you insist on clinging
to that bitter past, to the point of denying yourself the possibility of a
better future, youíll be condemning your remaining youth and your adulthood into
going down that same drain your earlier years did."
"And this time, there will be no one for you to blame your pain on; only
Azraelís words stuck a core within Jude, cooling down his rage and forcing him
to reflect on his miserable existence.
The doglike existence that he once led . . . how much of the pain there was he
himself responsible for?
Hadnít his own self-pity always managed to worsen his already suffocating
The anger that he felt for those whom he felt had wronged him . . . hadnít it
always ended up hurting himself the most?
Hadnít it caused him to push away Sariel, who was his future his hope his
"Go see him, Jude," Camael prompted, his voice slightly more gentle than before
as he observed the humanís remorseful expression. "The guyís more of a kid than
he lets on. Heís probably still locked inside his bedroom sobbing under the
Sariel . . .
"Well, seems like our job here is done," Azrael spoke with a pleased look that
partially warmed his icy feature. "Till we meet again."
Vast, twin flashes of blackness abruptly expanded out of the pale angelís back,
one of which swept so sharply at Judeís face, the boy was forced to closed his
eyes . . .
. . . when he opened them again, he found himself alone at the corner. The
angels who were talking to him but moments ago were now nowhere to be seen.
A few dark feathers were struck to his shirt. Holding one of them up, he saw
that it was similar to that of a crow, yet larger and much more lustrous.
Just like that, the angels departed, leaving me with the possibility of a better
Which I took.
Lushly lashed blue eyes lowered in wistful melancholy rare for one with his
whippy personality, Sariel opened his heart from where he sat upon his bed,
half-leaning against the window:
"I died protecting my last charge from Behemoth, the female demon who had been
haunting you; that was how I came to reincarnate into a human."
"Carrying this memory for as long as I had, I suppose I had come to view myself
as a hero of sorts," his voice thickened. "And when I met you at the bridge,
getting haunted by that same sadistic bitch, I . . . " blue eyes looked up to
meet gray ones. "I just wanted to step in and be your hero. I apologize if I had
offended you with my savior complex."
"No," Jude bit down on his lower lip. "You *are* my hero. I was the one being
unreasonable, slashing out at you after all the things youíve done for me." His
voice turned pensive. "And . . . the reason I got so threatened by the idea of
you being a real angel? Itís not so much because of my antichrist sentiments,
but has more to do with the assumption that if youíre truly a divine being, then
. . ." he inhaled deeply, " . . . youíd be incapable of feeling what I felt for
You would never let me hold you the way I want to, our lips would never meet . .
Sarielís eyes widened with that same trapped expression as the time he first got
"And thatís okay!" Jude quickly spoke on. "Youíre not obligated to return my
feelings. Just because I . . ." Jude swallowed as he try to compose his words
better. "Iím not foolish enough to push you away just because my needs are
earthy and yours . . . arenít."
. . . youíd never be mine.
"Yeah . . ."Sariel ran an awkward pale hand through his dark hair. " Although .
. . I have been humanized for a while now."
Slowly digesting Sarielís words, Jude leaned closer with hope in his eyes. "So
you saying that-"
"Human urges arenít easy for me to deal with," Sariel stated, looking flustered.
"God knows I never had to, before. For now . . . I want to be just your guardian
angel, if youíll have me."
"Of course," Jude slowly leaned back. "Thatís . . . fine with me."
Coexistence with my surroundings aside, Iíll never be truly considered as being
conventional by the world I live in.
As such, its conventional restrictions have no hold on one like me; Iím free to
aim as high as I want.
"Although . . . Iíd like to interpret what you just said with an emphasis on the
Ďfor nowí," Judeís gray eyes now sparked with something that was prelude to a
twinkle. "Can I?"
"Yeah . . ." Sariel nodded, slowly. "Thatís . . . fine with me too."
Judeís heart leapt with hope at seeing the faint flush blossoming from right
underneath his angelís too pale skin.
I can aim for the impossible.
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