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"Angels dont have families."


The golden streets were lit by the brightnes within themselves, casting a dim yellow glow on the sleeping city.

"they are created from God's will. Nothing more is needed."

Silent footsteps tepped over these streets, feathers of the same hue floating lazily, leaving a trail.

I need to keep him safe.. By all means...

"an angel is only meant to serve. He cannot have a life of his own."

The footsteps ceased at the edge of the city, clouds drifting away from it and into the night sky. Soft breathing echoed into the nothingness that lie after. This was the place that marked the real end of the world. Nothing but space lie after this.


"do you want freedom? Emotion? Your own life..?"

Tears fell down her cheeks and soaked the thick blanket. "live long my beautiful child.."
Frail hands released their grip, and the air plucked the blanket into the open space. ";

The great behemoth of a drake peered from his normal resting spot sleepily. He had slept for too long even now, and hearing something spoke had stirred him from the doze.

Hmm..? What was that...? He thought, joints popping in various spots as he rose his front body up a bit, age old eyes peering out from the dull mask he bore upon his face. It wasn't often that this Celestial-based creature could see, looking upwards a bit, squinting.

''What was that..?'' He spoke, raspy voiced and a bit strained.

Right after the deed was done, a sickly darkness swept over the city in the form of sin. Temptation.
Many Angels were lost that night.

Too many.

The wrapped blanket continued to fall , along with more golden feathers. It passed the cave, speed increasing.

The great drake sees the blanket, and follows it with his eyes, before rushing out of the cave and chasing after it. However, he gets stuck halfway out, but does manage to catch the object carefully in his hands. What an odd sight it should have been, to see this behemoths head and hands dangling at the edge of the moutain cave he had been resting in, back body stuck in the opening.

I really need to find new cave... He thought, holding the object in both hands, before peering down at it curiously. ''What have I found now?''

Two wide eyes stared inoccently back up at the dragon. One was gold, the other silver.

"eh...?"

Underneath the thick blanket lay a child, about 5 years of age in appearance.

The dragon looks back at the eyes, sighing. ''Nothing but a child it seems. But what is this child doing out here in the open? A young one, indeed.'' It said. ''Too young to be out here alone. But it seems I have caught it, without harm. Rather nice, something that most couldn't do.''

His wings were free, but they lied at his sides, still numbed from sleep. Leaving him precariously dangling at the moutain.

"wings..? Are you an Angel too..?" despite the child's age, he knew much more then normal children did.

As he spoke, the blanket shifted and two small wings unfolded behind him.

The old dragon chuckles softly. ''Far from an Angel. I'm a Dragon God. These wings I bear aid in flight. but upon catching you I have gotten myself stuck. So you are an Angel, young one?'' He replied, finally managing to spread his wings, which glimmered like stars.

"dragon god...? I think ive read about a dragon once..." he knit his eyebrows, deep in thought.

The young angel nodded. "yep! Im a brand new angel!" (^^)

The boy looked up at his wings and smiled big, a pleasant thing. "wow~! stars!"

With a soft smile, the great dragon nods. ''Celestial Darkness, Dragon god of the stars above.'' He spoke, flapping his wings. He freed himself from his cave, the rest of his body following his frontwards part slowly, until he was floating in front of the moutain, great star wings still spread.

''So you have read of my kind before? I've never seen an Angel up close. Sadly, most flee in terror in my sight..Is it just from my sheer size?''

He nodded. "may i call you Celest?" looking down at the sky under him, he shudders. "i think it is your size they are afraid of." he smiled warmly. "but i dont think your scary. I like you!" with this the young angel wrapped his small arms around Celestial's nose.

It smiles, and nods carefully. ''Whatever you wish to call me, young one. It is nice that you are not scared of me, I might just raise you as my own since it seems you are by yourself here.'' It replied, flying back up to the cave, resting its worn body on a flattened ledge, several more joints popping in protest.

"really? Im not a bother to you..?" he glanced at the clouds high above them. They were dark, inky black. Shouts and screams leaked into the silence.

"w-what's going on up there...?" fear shone in the angel's eyes.

The great drake sighs, setting the angel in front of him once he had curled in a tight circle on the ledge. ''Something that should have never happened. A deadly occurence that a young one should never have to see..'' Aged eyes looking up too, sadly.

It indeed should have never happened. But only one mere angel made a mistake. He thought he was higher than God. And now, It had a door, a pathway to the holy place.

Aaron hid his face in Celestial's scaley chest, shiny tears wetting his cheek. He didnt know a thing. Only that it was a horrible moment.

"make it stop..."

''I wish I could young one...But there is nothing I can do but comfort you. I fear this tragedy is what sent you down from home. But I will try to my best to raise you as your parents would have done.'' Celest replied, moving his nose to the angels side, mask pulsing calmly.

He sniffed, wiping the gold mess from his face.

"t-thank you Celest...." he looked at the dragon, smiling weakly.

"my name is Aaron...And i'll do my best as your son..!"

A son. Celest smiled warmly. He never had known much of his family, only that his had came from a lost species of sky rulers. ''And I, Celest, will do my best to be your father of sorts, young Aaron. And from this day forward, you shall learn and flourish. To grow, and become what you wish to be.''

Aaron had never really known his parents. It was a group of female angels who always took in the new ones. One of them must have saved him.

"okay!" he grinned, and hugged as much of Celest as he could. I have a father...an amazing one too...!

What he felt was rugged and worn scales on it's nose, etched into the mask it bore to cover something. ''And for once, I have someone who isn't going to be scared of me.'' It spoke roughly, smiling.