Cast from heaven [open]

Mercy had been an angel but had been cast from heaven because she had started to fall for the way mortals were free, sighing softly she had loved watching them she had never really wanted to be one. Walking into a small park, she looked around happy it was the dead of night as she walked over to a bench Mercy perched on the edge of it; she missed her wings and was mad at her brothers for taking them from her. Sighing softly Mercy looked up at the stars "Brothers, please take me back; being mortal is...confusing. They feel conflicting emotions and I feel so lost" she whispered before she sighed softly. When They had taken her wings scars had been left on her shoulder blades as a reminder she was now longer allowed into heaven, hearing a twig snap Mercy moved quickly from the bench; in heaven she had been a worrior and hadn't needed to worry about feeling love or anything as Angel's didn't have mortal emotions. "Who's there?" Mercy called out angrily as if someone was treading on her personal space.

Aziel wasn't cast out of Heaven but he surely knew he wouldn't receive a warm welcoming either. Mercy was kicked from the club according to the whispers among angels. At first he'd been assigned to the earthen plain, watch over its inhabitants in wait for further orders. Despite his assignment he took into account her troubles, he couldn't ignore a sister in need. He was still under heavy scrutiny after his latest stint. Except the Archangels the lower factions weren't in his jurisdiction. As a Seraph he had more than a say in his affairs. "Are you all right?"

At least she'd found a suitable vessel, most fallen took years to locate a capable vessel. "Did you fall or were you... Banished?" He gestured her shadow of a wingless female.

Regretted it and shook his head, “You don't have to answer that, regardless, now that you're apart of this realm you'll need to learn to live in it." He gestured their surroundings, "You know of the mortal's living conditions, do you?"

Mercy's eyes narrowed as she looked at Aziel, "No problem at all Aziel" she said stiffly; she hadn't thought she would come face to face with someone like her. Moving towards him a little she stopped so there was enough space between the two to feel comfortable, "How is it your concern for what I did Aziel? All that matters is I have been cast aside" Mercy snapped; hesitating a little she bit her bottom lip lightly "A job? A place to crash? Aziel, I do not...I haven't been a....mortal for longer then a day and it is all so...confusing" Mercy muttered as she placed her hands on her hips as she watched him with her gold eyes.

Mercy frowned at Aziel a little, watching as he turned his back to her she caught up to him. Staying silent beside him Mercy kept her eyes straight ahead, "I highly doubt you are 'helping' me out of the kindness of your heart" she said in a low voice her eyes never glancing at him.

As she walked her hair flowed behind her gracefully as if she was still an angel, "As I remember correctly, you do not help anyone but yourself" Mercy added her steps were graceful and her voice remained soft.

Her comment only a sliver of the concern she felt, and it was understandable she'd mistrust his intentions. Not every angel is as reputable as they're portrayed in books and movies. He'd experienced first hand the true face of seemingly innocuous angels. It is never a pretty thing.

"Perhaps my assisting you is a symbol of my own atonement. I've never been known not to help my brothers and sisters when they request it."

The two continued on until they came upon a hotel. It wasn't the most accomodating of places nor one he'd recommend choosing as a permanent living quarters but it's a start. Of course manipulating people and pulling money out of air would certainly make things easier but that wasn't the point. Life wasn't about taking short cuts. He certainly wasn't going to shower her with false sense of life on earth either.

Aziel offered her two choices: Either book the night in a room, or the park. Her decision. And hers alone.

Mercy stayed quiet as she listened to his words "I would kill you if I had a sword" she said bluntly as they reached the hotel, looking around she sighed a little and shook her head slightly. "Fine, I shall stay in a room with you" she said calmly, Mercy placed her hands on her hips comfortably "You have spent too much time among mortals Aziel" she said stiffly.

Mercy felt tired and drained, it was a new feeling for her as well as the soft throbbing in her head. Raising a hand from her hips she pinched the bridge of her nose wishing the throbbing and the tiredness would leave.

"If you kill me than who will help you out of the ditch you've fallen through?"

Aziel ushered her into the Red Hotel, once they got a room, he showed her the bed where she may rest. The room wasn't a five-star quality suite and smelled of mold and dust. Scents he'd accustomed to in his many years roaming through the dingy parts of earth. The parts that were neglected, cities cracking and crumbling under their own weight with its people a far cry from living the good life an abundance of fortune and connections offered.

He strode to the windows, lifted the plastic shade to take glance out into the near empty lot and the rest of the city. At least it was a quiet night and no disturbances—angels appeared to demand anything.maybe he should ward the place? But who'd care for a fallen and lost angel?

"Rest easy Grace, I'll maintain vigilance tonight."

Mercy looked at the bed for a moment before she laid down on it, moving so her back was to Aziel she drifted off to sleep for a few hours before jerking awake from the sound of someone moving around; frowning Mercy slipped out of the bed and shook her head a little she had forgotten that Aziel was with her.

Walking out onto the balcony she blinked her eyes a little trying to wake up more, as she looked at the now rising sun "Are you lying to me Aziel? About why you are here?" she asked softly.

The question must be the cause of her restlessness. There in her eyes, the mistrust in him, his words. He couldn't blame her, she was after all putting the first shreads of her human existence in his hands.

"If I'd wanted to enflict harm on you I would have done so the moment of contact." He allowed, ensuring her safety not only her concern but his, "I was given the order to assist you, nothing more." Simple as that, sure she's been given a harsh punition but it didn't meant she'd been entirely cast from heaven. She had him, an indirect link to heaven. Hope wasn't lost in her yet.

Mercy turned her gold eyes to him a doubtful look passing over her face, "You never stuck me as the obeying orders type Aziel" she said calmly as she leaned against the railing before a pang of pain went though her stomach "Ow" Mercy muttered as she placed a hand on her stomach not understanding that she was hungry.

"Well, you have something I shall never get again. Wings. Our brothers will not give them back to me willingly" Mercy said as she took her hand from her stomach and stood up straight as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the sun on her skin.

He didn't seem like the type of angel who obeyed direct orders? There were types? He pondered the thought for a brief moment, sure there's been times he'd wanted to make his own decisions, and the times he's nearly derailed from the path given to him he'd found himself in more trouble than he could take. Obeying any demands given to him is second nature, ingrained into him, it's what angels do. Why question it? Unless there was a significant reason he doubted he'd ever refuse the order given.

At least he hadn't been entirely forgotten enough not to be entrusted with his newest charge. Failure isn't an option.

He glanced back, the gesture she made an obvious onset of human desires; hunger in this case. Sustenance a great requirement along with water that ensured survival just as air.

"You need food, it's a daily ritual you'll have to adopt from now on."

The loss of her wings is an issue all by itself. He had yet to understand grasp the reason they'd been stripped from her. He couldn't say he knew how she felt for his wings though darkened had never been touched by any other angel. His Grace still intact, his tether to heaven much like the strings of a puppet leading to the puppeteer. No different from a servant to the host of heaven.

"We all have our curses don't we?"

Mercy shook her head a little at Aziel's words "Then God did not tell you to do this" she said as she opened her eyes and looked at him "Our brothers tell you to keep an eye on me?" she questioned with a raised brow. "They may need to eat food, but it is still all new to me Aziel. I have watched mortals for centries and I know what they do. But I guess you don't know anything about what it feels to be mortal" Mercy said as she turned away from him and moved back into the room to get out of the sun for a moment.

Walking into the small bathroom Mercy closed the bathroom door a little as she took a shower her clothes cast onto the floor in a pile as she listened out for Aziel as she showered.

Being human. Vulnerable and limited in strenght. With a life span of no less than a century at best. Would he have opted for such a preciously short existence? Yes. He would give anything to live a fully mortal existence and it was a selfish thought to have. He closed his eyes as though he'd been struck, and in a sense her words had that effect on him. It hit straight home, stirred him inexplicably in ways no one has ever able to.

If he could be human and live in a world of normalcy he would, but then it'd mean sacrificing his role in helping those who need it. A part of himself he can never obtain. But would it be worth it? Maybe.

"You could show me..." What it is to be something so familiar and yet so foreign to him. He would take it, as he was now.

Mercy walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around herself, she had let the towel dip down her back exposing most of her back but still kept her completely covered. Looking at Aziel a frown appered on her face "Show you what?" she asked as she pulled her hair over her shoulder, "Does this place have...oh what do they call it....room service?" Mercy asked as she kneeled on the floor beside the phone looking at Aziel with her back slightly to him so the ragged scars on her shoulder blades could be seen.

Giving his back to the terrace, Aziel walked slowly into the room, watching her as she moved about. What caught his attention the most was the not so beautiful scars running down both sides of her shoulder blades.

"I was just thinking that..." His voice trailed as his eyes flicked back to her face. "I could...heal that..." he offered, gesturing to her back. When she mentioned room service, he remained quiet. This was a cheap hotl, not a 5 star luxury suite. He was in a way "cheating" by helping the angel-turned-human out by even providing her money and a place.

She had to do these things on her own, only he could just guide her.

"They don't have that here. This is the kind of hotel where you sleep one night and leave the next. It's closing down anyways."

Mercy frowned and muttered a soft curse under her breath as she got back to her feet and looked at Aziel with another delicate frown appering on her face, "You can't heal the scars Aziel. Our brothers made sure they were deep enough to last as a reminder of what I was" she said as she moved back into the bathroom for a moment.

Walking back out she was dressed again, her scars hidden. Flipping her hair over her shoulders she looked at him with a slightly raised brow "So, where is the nearest place to get food then?" she asked calmly as she palced her hands on her hips comfortably watching Aziel with curious eyes.

Aziel crossed the room for the door and swung it open. "You'll find out the old fashion way. By searching." He gestured, and glanced at her. He would have simply directed her to the restaurant down the avenue but once again he was her guide, not her parent. Life didn't just hand things to people, they had to get out and get it.

Mercy sighed softly as she walked out into the hallway before she smirked a little, "Fine, I shall do that" she said as she set off walking not caring if he was following her or not. Getting outside Mercy closed her eyes for a moment with a small frown before she opened them again with a grin as she set off walking down the street.

Seeing someone who looked rich she stopped for a moment and talked to the man and asked him for a little money for some food and had gave her money just to help her along, Mercy grinned at him before she walked into the small cafe near her wondering if Aziel would find her. After a moment Mercy was sitting down at a table beside the window with a cup of coffee in front of her and a chocolate muffin.

She apparently is the sort of person who judges a person by outward appearances. She has much to learn in life.

This touched Aziel's mind as he followed her. Of course she could be miles away and he'd always know where she was. After all, the girl was his charge, they were linked by bonds now.

Walking up the the store front, he glanced up to the sign, Cat's Eye. It was a new cafe chain. Just like all the other Starbucks'and Dunkin Donuts'out there. All the same mechanics, just a different label slapped on it.

He'd decided to give her some time alone, so instead of entering to join her inside, he turned and waited. Placing his hands into the pockets of his long, black coat, he looked out into the street as humans rushed about to get to work, or drop their children at a day care. Pretty normal human routine.

The day was crisp and clear, for an April morning when the usual was cooler and much darker with rain. A soft breeze picked up, blowing at Aziel's dark brown locks, whipping the ends of his coat at his legs. He remembered a time when Aidan used to strive for perfection -mostly to keep his parents proud of him and competing for 'best' son against his elder brother Jason. He needed a friend, but never got one. Instead, his life twisted unexpectadly the night he heard Aziel's true voice…

Finishing off her food and her drink Mercy made sure the money that was left over was in her pocket before she walked outside, glancing at Aziel Mercy did a double take before giving a small sigh, "Hmm, you found me" she said with a delicate laugh as she slowly began to walk. She enjoyed the feeling of the sun on her skin warming her, "How did you find such a vessel Aziel?" Mercy asked casually as she walked her hands clasped behind her back.

Mercy didn't know where she was walking to but she felt as if she needed to keep walking, smiling lightly as people rushed by them. Looking around Mercy was about to step out onto the road when a car came screeching around the corner making her fall back into Aziel's chest in utter suprise.

About to answer her question he stopped. A vehicle  roared toward them and fast.

Mercy lurched into him and he wrapped her in a protective embrace. Her warmth surprised him more than the impending danger, it's a sensation he hasn't felt in a long time.

The car jerked a right, then crashed into a lamp post.

He delayed his hold on her, only after confirming himself it was safe to release her he did.

"I suspect you're shaken up but other wise still alive. Congrats on making it another day," he said with little humor. He abhored the jolt of his heart and electric fire of adrenaline racing in his veins. He'd never felt so shocked before, or at least he couldn't recall the last he did. It shook him to the core but he wouldn't dwell. "Let's go."

He cocked his head toward the street before them and took a step off the curb. At the corner of his eye he saw the woman in black who stood just a couple of feet from the terrible accident, her hand on the shoulder of a man—the driver apparently.

As though sensing him, Aziel met the man's gaze, those dark eyes heavy in sorrow.

"Death is easy, living's the hard part."

Aziel whispered at acknowledging the Reaper's presence.

The Reaper briefly met his gaze and walked away taking the soul with her.

Mercy was a little suprised to feel Aziel put his arm around her, when he let her go she shook her head a little as she started walking again beside him "So? Aren't you going to answer my question that I asked before I almost got hit?" she asked as she turned her head to look at him with a raised brow.

Mercy glanced at the people passing them, mortals were so confusing her to but yet still very interesting to watch because they knew so much but they didn't quite know it.

"Bounce back fast don't you?" Aziel noted it as a trait of hers and couldn't figure what to make of it. He fixed his gaze up at the sky. Sirens wailed in the background.

"I guess it all began the day Aidan decided he didn't want to live a lie anymore," he glanced at Mercy, "it'll bore you, you don't really want to know."

Mercy gave a delicate laugh at Aziel's words, "Oh I highly doubt it will bore me Aziel" she said with a smile as she crossed her arms over her stomach as she walked as she glanced at the ambulance that tore past them towards the crash. Keeping the smile on her face Mercy glanced up at the sky for a moment before looking straight ahead again.

"Maybe you should begin at the beginning" she said with another small laugh as a smile continue to grace her lips as her silver hair swished behind her as she walked.

Aziel looked at her features, was this her way of dealing? Make him openly address his past so she wouldn't have to explain hers? Or perhaps she was oy curious. Not many ever were.

“Aidan Fowlston was a young man who lived a troubled life beneath the perfect one he'd created for everyone around him. Both brilliant and soft-spoken he came across as unemotional —yet intense.” Aziel recalled the many times he's kept surveillance over the man. His way of life intrigued him for reasons he wouldn't be able to outright explain.


“The man was a Computer expert, always competing with the latest software technologies.” He wondered if she was keeping up before continuing. "It's in his bloodline that he'd become the chosen vessel and I communicated with him before. He's the only human to process and understand my true voice—which caused him more troubles. His parents were assuming the worst and his perfect lawyer of a brother mocked him for "cracking" and if that wasn't enough, the girl he loved, had a thing for another man. His friend and co-worker Nick."

Aziel sighed, before redirecting his gaze at the rest of the block ahead not really knowing to what destination they were currently headed. "One night, Aidan figured it'd be better dying than living the life he had. Typing up an essay length suicide note and attempting to down a couple of pain pills he'd begged for God to just let him die. Until he heard my voice again. After a long conversation I tested his faith. Then, accepting me to use him as a vessel, I possesed his body. End of story."