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amateurcomics · 2 months

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Heaven's Heart

this is my Valentine's Day story for my angel-vampire-demon world. please, please let me know what you think!

When Jorden woke, the day was bright and warm. Buttery sunlight filtered through the open window above the bed, and the curtains were flapping lazily in the breeze.

He sat up and stretched, spreading his wings out to relieve them of the pins and needles of sleep, feeling the relief of pressure as he did so. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, feeling the sharp sleep poke against the corners. When he turned to look out the window, he could see the blooming Farmland leading to Heaven's Town, which was full of life and movement. The Holy City was beyond, a glittering city of crystal towers. Heaven's Temple a beacon of light in the background, brighter than the sun in the clear blue sky.

It was Valentine's Day; Jorden knew that much. His first with his mate, Raziel, since they had been married. He smiled and turned to his mate sleeping beside him, curled on his side, face pressed into his pillow. The movement Jorden made, made the bed creak softly, and his wings brushed the headboard of the bed.

"Raziel," he whispered, bending his head to kiss Raziel's cheek, "wake up, love."

Raziel squirmed against the pillows, gripping his pillow lightly as he made a hmm sound. He didn't wake. Jorden felt him try to unfold his wings to cocoon himself, but they were stuck under the heavy covers of the bed.

"Raziel," Jorden lightly shook Raziel's shoulder. He tugged Raziel's silky silver hair gently, "wake up."

Raziel groaned. "Why so early...?" He asked groggily.

"It's not early! Now get up!" Jorden said, tugging Raziel's robed arm, the silk fabric slick under his fingers.

"Hmmm," Raziel waved him off, "I'm up, I'm up," he murmured, rolling over and opening his eyes, as green as emeralds and full of deep love. "Come here," he murmured, pulling Jorden down half on top of him and kissing him gently on the lips.

Jorden kissed him back, gripping Raziel's forearms. Raziel tasted like tea and sugar.

"Now... It is early," Raziel murmured against Jorden's lips, "so what did you want?"

Jorden pushed himself up, hands on either side of Raziel's head. Raziel's honey-coloured face seemed to glow in the early morning light, his long silver hair was spread across the white pillow, looking like tinsel.

"It's Valentine's Day," Jorden murmured, "I want to take you out today," he smiled at Raziel, letting his wings go limp a little so they hung over the sides of his body, turned golden by the morning sun.

Raziel traced a finger down Jorden's pale cheek. "You know many do not agree with our marriage. You're a Main Angel... what you have done is illegal," he said with a slightly worried look.

Jorden sighed and sat down on Raziel's lower legs, he looked at his left wing and gently plucked a soft feather from it, twirling it between his fingers before letting it drop. It landed on his lap, blending in with the white of his silk night robe. "You know I have never cared much about Heaven's Laws, least of all the minor ones like who I should mate with! Why should that be controlled?"

Raziel pushed himself up on his elbows. "I don't know," he murmured, his long hair falling over his shoulders.

Jorden pushed a strand over Raziel's ear. "Then why care? We won't Fall for this," he asked.

In answer, Raziel sat up more and pulled Jorden in for another kiss, running his hands through Jorden's short, white-blonde hair, messing it up. "I don't. I was just thinking what others would say, especially the other Main Angels," he said, breaking away.

Jorden looked at him, heat rushing to his face from the kiss. "I don't care what they think. I have you, you're all I will ever need."

Raziel's honey-coloured face had an undertone of red now. He smiled at Jorden. "Well, you have me. I'm not going anywhere."

Jorden smiled at him. "I know."

"Now, get off me, you big oaf!" Raziel said, laughing as he pushed Jorden off him, his eyes shining.

Jorden laughed too as he landed on his bottom at the foot of the bed. He watched as Raziel stripped out of his butter-coloured silk night robe, trading it for a butter-coloured one-piece that brought out the slight curves of his hips and the colour of his skin and eyes. The sleeves were short, just under his shoulders. He bushed his hair back so that it fell like a silver river down his back, ending just between his sun-kissed brown wings. He ruffled his feathers, letting the star dots of light scattered across them glow.

Raziel turned then and raised his eyebrows at Jorden. "You're bright red," he remarked.

That made Jorden blush harder, and he looked away. "You look good in that," he whispered.

"I know I do," Raziel murmured. He came over and pecked Jorden lightly on the cheek, "I'm going to make breakfast, or did you want to go for a date at that coffee place in Town?" He asked.

"It is Valentine's Day. A coffee date sounds good," Jorden murmured, turning, and looking at Raziel, folding his wings behind him.

"Well, get dressed. You look beautiful in that robe, but I don't think it's suitable for a public outing," Raziel said with a small smirk.

Jorden shoved him lightly. "Well, give me room!"

Raziel laughed and kissed him lightly again. "I will meet you by the door," he murmured with a loving smile.

Jorden watched as he left, the bedroom shutting with a soft click. He slipped off the bed, wincing as his bare feet met the cold, polished wood floor. He headed to the wardrobe, shifting through the cream-coloured robes on his side of the small space. His hand rested on a robe he hadn't worn in a few years. The first gift Raziel had given him.

Jorden drew it out, it was a simple cream-cloured robe with flowing sleeves that hung down at the cuffs. Jorden smiled and slipped out his night robes, it falling to a silky tangle at his feet. He pulled the cream-coloured robe over his body; it was made of cotton and was as soft as feathers. He gently slipped his wings through the holes in the back before looking at himself in the mirror.

The robe brought out the white tones in his skin and hair and made his midday blue eyes stand out like sapphires in the sun. He ruffled his wings to make them fluffy. They didn't glow like Raziel's did, but they did look as soft as clouds.

Satisfied, he made for the door, he stopped to pull on his brown leather sandals and saw that Raziel's were still sitting there. Chuckling slightly, Jorden picked them up and left the room.

"Baby! You forgot your shoes!" Jorden called as he walked down the hallway. The walls were covered with photos of their strange family of Angels and Vampires and one Demon.

They were finally alone this Valentine's with Abrariel taking his children down to earth to be with their other father, Michael and Telantes having gone to Hell to visit his father, brother, and sister. Jorden had guiltily looked forward to a day with just him and Raziel.

"What? What do you—oh," Jorden heard Raziel laugh from the kitchen.

Raziel poked his head out of the kitchen archway, his face alight with laughter. "Give them here!" He said, beaming at Jorden.

Jorden laughed and headed over, handing the shoes to Raziel, and kissing him softly.

Raziel kissed him back. "Thanks, mi amor," he murmured, bending over to slip his feet into the sandals, he looked back up at Jorden, "Now, are we ready to go? I'm in desperate need of a coffee."

Jorden laughed and looped his arm around Raziel's waist. "I'm ready," he murmured, leaning his head on Raziel's shoulder.

Raziel kissed the top of Jorden's head and led him to the front door, opening it.

Outside was bright and warm. The wheat of the Farmland where their home lay was waving softly—the same way as it did in anime—the sky was a bright blue, with little fluffy clouds floating across it. The air was sweet, full of the scent of wheat and wild daisies.

Jorden leaned into Raziel as they walked down the long dirt road to the Town, listening to the far-off cries of the farm animals, the singing of birds and the Farm Angels working in the fields, the tones high and angelic like softly stung violin strings.

"Ah, summer, how I love it," Raziel murmured, the wind blowing his long hair into tangles.

"Hm," Jorden murmured, "it's nice. The birds, the animals..."

Raziel turned and smiled at him and bent his head to kiss him just as a blob of mud was thrown at them, narrowly missing hitting their faces.

"Get a room!" Someone yelled, "It's gross to see you two making out!"

Jorden turned to see a Farm Angel a few feet away glaring at them. He looked young, about eighteen.

"I'm sorry if it... disgusts you," Jorden murmured.

"It's easily fixed if you look away," Raziel added. His felt tense to Jorden.

"Just get away from here!" The Angel yelled back.

Raziel opened his mouth to say something back, but Jorden led him on. "Ignore him, love. He just wants to hurt you, don't let him win."

Raziel looked at him and softened. "You're right. Let's just go get that coffee," he murmured, smiling.

Jorden smiled back and gave Raziel a light squeeze.

The rest of the walk was peaceful, the air filled with their laughter as they talked about nothing and shared small kisses.

Heaven's Town was beautiful. Clean cobbled roads, brick and wood houses with clean windows and blooming gardens, shops selling all things from fruits to clothes and more. Markets ran down one street, Angels calling the wares and others haggling. The sweet smell of fresh bread filled the air from the bakeries with their store doors open. Angels were everywhere, of all breeds, walking in pairs, on their own, or in groups. Many were with their mates, sharing kisses, drinking coffee, or sharing a breakfast. Jorden couldn't help but notice that every other Main Angel was dating another Main Angel. It made him feel self-conscious as well as rebellious.

"I've just noticed what you're wearing," Raziel murmured in Jorden's ear, "I gave you that, didn't I? Our second date?"

Jorden laughed softly. "Yes. Hard to imagine that was twenty-five years ago, isn't it?"

"Twenty-five? Really?" Raziel asked, sounding a little shocked.

"I believe so, though I have never been good with numbers," Jorden murmured, looking up at his mate.

Raziel smiled at him. "And I love you so, so much still," he murmured. He kissed Jorden softly.

"I should hope you do," Jorden murmured against his lips, kissing him back.

"JORDEN! What on earth are you doing?!"

Jorden turned, breaking the kiss, Raziel turned too, his face suddenly expressionless, his smile gone.

Jorden lost his smile too. Another Main Angel was storming towards them, looking furious. His partner was standing by a café, looking shocked and just as mad, her hair blowing like a banner in the wind.

"I'm going on a date with my mate, Henry," Jorden said shortly, but adding some polite warmth to his voice, he eyed the other Angel coldly, "It's Valentine's Day."

"But what are you doing with him?" Henry asked, his voice a furious hiss.

Henry was a rather plump Angel with a pretty big belly and weedy brown hair. His eyes were a grey-blue, like the Antarctic sea, and just as cold. He was one of those very strict Angels that always followed the rules.

"He's my mate, what do you think I'm doing?" Jorden asked, his voice losing its fake warmth.

"He's a Life Angel, Jorden!" Henry snapped, "It's against the Law!"

"Does it look like I care?" Jorden asked, "I love him, isn't that enough?"

"And we are married," Raziel put in, unable to keep quiet, his stance next to Jorden was tense.

Henry looked at him with a look that could only be described as disgust. "That has nothing to do with it! Love has nothing to do with it! You are only meant to pick a Main Angel, Jorden!"

"I don't care," Jorden said coldly, trying to fight the urge to curl his hand into a fist.

"And he's a male!? What are you thinking?!" Henry spat, his eyes burning with anger.

"So, you're not only a goody-two-shoes who follows every single Law, you're also homophobic? Jorden asked, giving Henry the same look, he was giving him and Raziel.

"It's disgusting! You kissing another male! It's made worse by the fact that he's not the same breed!" Henry said, fanning out his bristling wings.

Jorden scowled at him. "Love is stronger than my will to behave. I would rather date someone I love more than myself than I would date someone who I don't care about!" He hissed, his hand gripping Raziel's tight, his other hand balled into a fist.

"That doesn't—"

"Enough!" Jorden yelled, gaining stares all over, he broke away from Raziel, advancing on Henry, his wings bristling. "It matters! Love matters! Without love, where would we all be? Unhappy and lonely!" He glared daggers at the other Angel who was starting to back off, "I know I'm breaking a Law, and I don't care! I know that being gay is looked down on, but I don't care! What I care about is love, just love! Love knows no bounds! It shouldn't be bound by what is 'socially acceptable'! It should be bound by nothing!"

Henry stopped moving back and looked at Jorden in pure anger. "Now look here—"

"No! Keep your fat mouth shut!" Jorden snapped at him, "Keep your opinions to yourself, what do you get from hurting those around you? Nothing! You lose friends! That's what you get!"

"Jorden..." Raziel murmured, taking Jorden's arm gently, "leave him be, you've given him something to think about," he said with a glare at Henry.

Jorden didn't want to go, he had a few more things he wanted to say, but he let Raziel take him away, but not without some kind of a fight, trying to pull his arm free.

Raziel led him to an empty alley and let him go, standing by the entrance as Jorden took a few steps into the space. He was still fuming, he needed to calm down and let it out some other way. He turned to the brick wall next to him and raised his fist. He saw Raziel make a move towards him, but he punched the wall too quickly for his mate to do anything.

Pain laced up his arm like fire. It was the release Jorden had needed. He started shaking as the tears started flowing, he lowered his arm and sank against the wall, sobbing silently.

"Love?" Raziel asked, coming over and bending down, resting a gentle hand on Jorden's shoulder.

"I-I'm sorry," Jorden gasped, trying, and failing to wrap his wings around himself.

"For what?" Raziel asked softly, stroking one of Jorden's limp wings tenderly.

"For losing control of my anger!" Jorden sobbed, "For blowing up like that!"

"You don't need to apologize for that," Raziel murmured, lowering himself onto his knees so that he could wrap his arm around Jorden's shoulders. His touch was warm, like the sun.

Jorden looked at him, tears running down his cheeks. Raziel kissed his cheek gently. "Salty," he stated, licking his lips when he broke away, "there is no need for tears. You put Henry right in his place."

Jorden wiped his face and took a shaky breath before letting out another sob.

"Let's take a look at that hand," Raziel murmured, gently taking Jorden's left hand, it was bruised and scarped. "Oh, love..." he looked at Jorden, "it's not that bad. No broken bones. An easy fix."

Jorden watched as Raziel hovered his honey-coloured hands above and below his pale hand. A soft golden glow formed around the injured hand, like a collection of golden dust moots. His pain faded and Jorden watched in mute amazement as his bruises and scrapes faded and healed. He had known Raziel for so long but had never seen him use his power, not like this. He looked up at Raziel's face.

Raziel's face was softly lit by the golden light, showing the curves of his cheekbones, his eyes reflecting the light like green fire. Raziel's face was one of serious concentration, but his eyes held the same love they always did when he was with Jorden.

The light faded. "There, feel better?" Raziel asked, looking back at Jorden with a small smile, his hand gently holding Jorden's own.

Jorden smiled back, and then he smirked. "It does, but this would make it better," he murmured, pulling Raziel in by the collar of his robe and kissing him passionately on the lips.

Raziel froze and then melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Jorden's body, kissing him back, wrapping his wings around both of them, the feathers soft against Jorden's exposed skin.

Jorden pulled away a little and rested his forehead on Raziel's, kissing his nose.

Raziel met his gaze, his eyes full of love. "Feel better?" He breathed.

"Much better," Jorden said softly, he smiled, "want to get that coffee now?"

Raziel laughed and hugged Jorden tightly. "Alright, my love. I am still dying for a coffee," he said.

Jorden laughed too and nuzzled Raziel's neck gently. He stood and held out his healed hand for Raziel.

"Is it still tender?" Raziel asked, taking the freshly healed hand.

"No, it feels fine," Jorden murmured, leading Raziel out of the alley, hand in hand.

No one looked at them as they walked down the streets, laughing. Raziel stopped at a flower shop gently picking a single, white flower and handed it to Jorden. The petals were soft and delicate.

"Happy Valentine's Day," he murmured, kissing Jorden's nose.

Jorden blushed. "Happy Valentine's Day," he murmured back, "I love you."

Raziel nuzzled him. "I love you too."

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amateurcomics · 3 months

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Angelic Wedding—Set In The Year 20075

(Raziel and Jorden's wedding. I will type up Past and Future's soon.)

sorry, this is rather long. Please, please let me know what you think in the comments! :)

Raziel hopped around in circles as he tried to get his large, sun-kissed brown wings through the delicate holes in his silk wedding robe while also trying not to tear the zip. It was his and Jorden’s wedding today, and he was very excited. Every time he thought of the coming moment, a chill ran up his spine and a smile broke across his face.

However, he wasn’t smiling now.

“Come on, come on, please,” Raziel whispered desperately as his left wing got stuck at an odd and painfully cramping angle.

There was a knock on the door. “Who is it?” Raziel called in a strained voice, “Jorden if it’s you, you know you can’t come in!”

The door opened and Abrariel slipped into the room, his baby bump was just visible under his tuxedo—he was four months pregnant with his last child. “Father, other way round, you’re not meant to see Jorden in his wedding robe.”

Abrariel looked very formal in a sleek black tux with black skinny jeans—jeans Raziel had worried would be too tight on Abrariel’s belly, this baby was weaker than the others—and with his hair brushed down and neat for once.

Raziel sighed. “Just help me,” he mumbled.

Abrariel chuckled, but helped to fix Raziel’s wing, guiding it carefully and gently through the hole and fixing up the silver zip that had come half undone, leaving some of Raziel’s honey coloured back visible.

“You needed the next size, Father,” the Vampire mumbled as he struggled to get the zip up through the space between Raziel’s wings, and Raziel stayed still. “You don’t need to look this slim and sexy. Jorden already thinks your sexy enough.”

Raziel chuckled. “Perhaps you're right,” he said, “but this was the only one in sunset-butter.”

“You and your buttered coloured robes,” Abrariel mused, stepping back, and folding his arms over his chest.

“I am a Life Angel. It’s our colour,” Raziel smiled before looking at himself in the floor length mirror of his room. The robe was long and slim, bringing out the curves of his hips and fanning out around his sandaled feet. There was a dark gold belt that went around his waist and made him look even slimmer. His wings were brushed and fluffed so that they looked like fresh dirt, the stars and suns scattered across them looked like gold chips. His silver hair flowed like a river down his back. The robes were a light butter colour that made the honey tone of his skin stand out and brought out the green of his eyes.

“I look good,” Raziel approved, half turning to look over his shoulder at his reflection.

“Jorden will fall in love all over again when he sees you,” Abrariel murmured as he lowered himself onto the bed, a hand on his belly. He got a weird look on his face and started to fiddle with the button of his jeans.

Raziel frowned, looking at the Vampire in the mirror, he turned around. “Something wrong?”

“Nah, just when I sit down, the band of these jeans presses uncomfortably into my stomach, around where the womb is. I’m just… Taking precautions,” Abrariel mumbled, looking away once he had undone the button.

“Are you sure the baby is alright?” Raziel asked.

“I got a scan yesterday. Its weak, but alive,” Abrariel murmured. He stood and suddenly forced himself into cheeriness. “Let’s not dwell on sad things, it’s your wedding day after all!”

Raziel couldn’t help a smile at that. “I want everything to be perfect,” he said, clasping his hands as if in prayer and swaying a little.

Abrariel came over and rested a pale hand on Raziel’s robed arm. “It will be,” he murmured, meeting Raziel’s gaze, the ice blue of Abrariel’s eyes was brought out starkly with the black of his tuxedo. He smiled.

There was a knock on the door, then Alastair appeared in the doorway, looking anxious—Alastair had been born high anxiety. He was currently the youngest of the Whitechaple Vampires—He was Abrariel’s third-born. Alastair had Abrariel’s messy black hair and Michael’s moss green eyes. His hair was unbrushed and he was tugging at a blue plated band around his wrist. All he wore was Abrariel’s old white hoody, the one Raziel had given Abrariel before they found out about Raphael, and a pair of short black pants. He had fought black and blue against wearing a tuxedo.

“Papa?” Alastair asked in a tight voice. It was then Raziel noticed how tense in the back and shoulders the fourteen-year-old was. Must be having another attack.

Abrariel held his arms open and bent down a bit. Alastair rushed into the embrace and Abrariel heaved him up like he was still a small child, careful of his belly. He held the boy close.

“Remember what I told you?” Abrariel murmured into his son’s ear, “to take a deep breath?”

Alastair whimpered and buried his face in Abrariel’s neck. Slowly the tension left the boy’s shoulders, and he relaxed in his father’s arms. Alastair had never been able to get out of an anxiety attack without one of his fathers. It was something both Michael and Abrariel had been working on, and in new haste now that Abrariel was pregnant again.

Abrariel stroked his son’s messy black hair, murmured a few words, then set the boy down. Immediately Alastair brought his arms around himself in a hug but seemed otherwise back to normal. Alastair looked at Raziel, green eyes half guarded as they always were after an attack.

“Jorden has gone up to the chapel,” he told Raziel, “to get ready.”

Raziel nodded and smiled. “It’s going to be perfect. I’m finally getting married!” He ruffled his wings.

“Won’t be much of a wedding without a cake,” Alastair muttered, his hands flexing and unflexing on his arms, still looking at Raziel with the guarded gaze that said he was smarter than he looked.

Raziel froze. “What?”

“There’s no cake, Grandpa.”

Raziel looked at the boy in horror. “But—what? I swear I ordered one…” He trailed off.

“Was that the day I thought I had miscarried?” Abrariel asked half in worry half in guilt, “and you rushed me to the hospital wing?” He looked at Raziel apologetically.

Raziel paled. “Oh no. oh no, no, no, no!” He put his face in his hands and his wings went limp.

“I’m sorry, Father,” Abrariel murmured, looking down like he was still that sixteen-year-old that Raziel had first taken under his wing.

“It’s not your fault,” Raziel looked at his son, then away, “what am I to do now?”

“I know he is a butcher,” Abrariel started, as Alastair began to look uncomfortable and shifted his weight from one foot to the other, looking down as if waiting for something to happen. “But Romeo is a great chef, I have seen the cakes he sells on market day with his meat. Get him to make the cake. If we ask him on the way to the chapel, he could have it ready by the end of the ceremony,” his eyes flicked to Alastair, who had placed his legs tight together and was looking a little more desperate, “Alastair, go to the toilet.”

“But—” Alastair’s eyes snapped to his father’s.

“I will still be here when you get back,” Abrariel crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the young boy with stern ice blue eyes.

Alastair sighed and left.

Raziel looked at Abrariel, “It’s good idea,” he said, “to get Romeo to bake the cake,” he looked around his small bedroom, the curtains flowing out like wings in the wind from the open window, “I just hope nothing else goes wrong.”

Abrariel gave him an encouraging but gentle smile. “Even if everything goes wrong, it will still be a lovely moment. You’re getting married, Father, that should be what is important.”

Raziel smiled weakly at him.

***

“Zara! Zachriah! Come on! Zach, where’s your tie?” Abrariel called as he rushed around, trying to gather up his children, his brushed hair getting less and less brushed in the process.

Raziel smiled as he watched the Vampire rush in and out of rooms, he rushed past Telantes, shocking the Demon. Raziel chuckled, Abrariel was a good father for those kits.

“Zara, where’s Alastair?” Abrariel asked, stopping his seventeen-year-old daughter in the hall as she headed to the living room with an old towel and some spray. Zara had short blond hair and green eyes, and was slim and pretty, a female version of Michael as both Abrariel and Michael joked. She was one of the twins born after the Grate Battle.

“He—uh—had a pee accident,” Zara said awkwardly as she held up the spray and towel, “I’m just going to clean up the puddle.”

Raziel chuckled as Abrariel sighed and headed up the hall, his feet silent on the polished wood floor. There was a tap on his shoulder, he turned. One of his twin daughters was beside him, Lilly.

Lilly had long silver hair and Jorden’s blue eyes; she was the first born according to Jorden. Her hair was done up in a bun and held in place by wooden chopsticks, her lips painted a light pink and her cheeks coloured by faint red blush. She wore a long white dress robe, her white wings brushed and smoothed.

“Yes, Lilly?” Raziel asked.

“Give me ten minutes, and let me braid your hair,” Lilly said with a smile, holding up a silver brush and a few hair ties.

“That’s alright, sweety,” Raziel murmured, inclining his head, “my hair is fine flowing down my back.”

“It’s hardly even brushed,” Lilly exclaimed, pulling Raziel by the arm into the main bathroom and placing him in front of the small mirror and wielding the brush.

“Lilly, love, we don’t have time, we have to go,” Raziel murmured as he fiddled with his golden belt.

“At least let me brush your hair,” Lilly said, and started attacking Raziel’s long silver hair gently with the brush. She brushed the length of it, making it smooth and beautiful.

When she set the brush down on the ceramic basin, Raziel made to leave, but Lilly grabbed his arm. “Not done,” she murmured.

Raziel suppressed an impatient sigh and watched as Lilly lightly dusted his hair with wash-out-able glitter. “Now I’m done.”

Raziel looked at himself in the mirror, his hair shone like there were stars in the long silver locks. “Thanks, Lilly,” he murmured, giving his daughter a hug before they left the bathroom.

Outside they found the rest of the family waiting for them in the hall by the front door. Alastair was in a new pair of grey jeans and was clinging to his father’s arm, Abrariel had his head bent, black hair falling over his face, murmuring to him. Zara and Zachariah were chatting animatedly with each other, both wearing light blue tuxes and not looking like twins, what with Zachariah having shoulder length black hair and blue eyes, and Zara having short blond hair and green eyes. Raphael was wearing a grey suit and was leaning by the door, his hair brushed so that the blonde and black were separated evenly, his green and blue eyes were fixed on a point that Raziel couldn’t see, he looked lost and lonely; Abrariel had said he was looking for love. Telantes was talking to Luna—who had rebelled and wore a jade-green robe instead of white—Telantes was wearing a pressed white top and black jeans, he was bare foot like always, and his shoulder-length copper hair hang lose, brushing his shoulders and standing out starkly against his grey skin. He was—much to his annoyance and everyone else’s amusement—still a head shorter then Abrariel, even at the age of thirty-two.

“Are we ready?” Raziel asked, beaming all over his face.

The family turned and smiled at him, they nodded. Raphael broke out of his retrieve and opened the door and the whole family stepped out into the chill, clear night. As they walked, Raziel lifted his robe up above his ankles to keep it out of the dirt. He couldn’t stop smiling, excitement fluttered under his ribcage making him jittery. There was a whoosh of air from just over their hands, flattening the stalks of dew laden wheat closest to the road as a thin layer of silver and white glitter was dropped on them. Raziel looked up in time to see a Midnight Angel in a long dusk-blue robe zoom by overhead, sawing higher into the sky. “Thanks, Father” he called, waving, “see you there!”

“Your jittery, like a child,” Abrariel mused, coming to Raziel’s side, and noticing the spring in his step.

“I’m just excited,” Raziel beamed at Abrariel as they entered Heaven’s Town, “I’m getting married!”

Abrariel smiled at him over his shoulder as he moved to head to Romeo’s butcher’s. “It will be a lovely ceremony,” he said before he slipped inside the heavy glass door of the little brick shop, the bell by the door tinkling softly.

Raziel clasped his hands together and looked at the sky. “Everything will be perfect,” he murmured softly.

***

Raziel helped to put the finishing touches on the wide wedding arch. The arch was made up of gold and white ribbon and lovely, white, and soft golden flowers, glitter shining amongst their petals. The chapel was a wood and marble space, wooden pews lined down four rows, the floor veined marble. The pillows that held up the marble roof were made up of brown oak wood, the roof itself had a few stories from the bible and a diamond and rose gold chandelier hung down, catching the light of the moon from the sky light. White flowers were in cold, polished marble vases that sat in every corner, the pews lined in gold ribbon, the aisle glittering with glitter. A wooden altar was just behind the wedding arch and was carved elegantly in flowing curls.

“It looks good, Raziel!”

Raziel turned. Telantes was standing at the bottom of the marble steps that led up to the dais where Raziel was standing, a smile on his grey face, a grin more like, showing his dog-sharp teeth. His copper hair had been blown into light knots by the night wind.

Raziel smiled back at him. “It’s all coming together. Romeo is making the cake, the wedding room is set up, and Jorden will be here in a quarter of an hour to walk up the aisle.”

Telantes suddenly frowned. “That reminds me,” he said, “Raphael is helping Alastair with the balancing of the ring pillow, but he can’t find the rings.”

Raziel looked at him, doubt flicking in his chest and causing his smile to fade. “They’re here,” he said. He turned to Raphael a few feet away just beyond the left side of the pews. He was trying to get Alastair to hold the black ring pillow, Alastair was arguing with him. “Raphael!” He called, “The wedding rings are here, aren’t they?”

Raphael looked up at him as Alastair crossed his arms over his chest. Raphael’s mixed-matched eyes were wide. “Uh, they might be, but I don’t know where. I can’t find them,” He called back.

Raziel paled.

“Where’d you last see them?” Telantes asked, turning to Raziel.

“I—uh,” Raziel looked around desperately, in his mind’s eye, he saw the little blue velvet box sitting on his bedside table and paled more, “At home, in—in my room.”

Telantes nodded and bolted, zipping out of the chapel, and nearly knocking Abrariel over. Abrariel caught himself with a hand on a pew and looked from where Telantes had vanished to Raziel, his eyes questioning.

“The rings,” Raziel mouthed at him and Abrariel looked concerned.

There was a tap on his shoulder, and Raziel turned. There was a Main Angel in a simple white robe standing next to him. “Yes?” He asked.

“Jorden is almost ready,” the Angel murmured, “want to get everyone seated, the guests are arriving.”

Raziel turned, sure enough, Angels, Vampires, and a few Souls were streaming into the chapel. The Whitechaple Vampires were being flown in by Raziel and Jorden’s family and gently dropped to the ground. Raziel watched as Michael—in a plain white tuxedo with his blonde hair messed by wind—rushed to Abrariel and wrapped his arms around him, kissing him fully on the lips.

“It’s my wedding!” Raziel called to them with a smile. The two Vampires broke apart and looked up at him, awkward but happy smiles on their pale faces.

Jeremiah and Ajax were sliding into their seats in the second row with their two children, Lilith, and Azazel. Ajax was wearing a fancy, black trench coat and blue jeans and was looking a little green, Jeremiah was in a black overcoat and old-fashioned jeans, his salt-and pepper hair brushed but tangled by the wind.

Raph was by the entrance in a ripped bicker jacket and tight jeans, he was hopping from one foot to the other, his hands shoved into his lap, looking around desperately. His green hair fell over his forehead as he hunched forwards. Abrariel saw this and pointed towards a closed door, Raph bolted for it.

Raziel’s in-laws—Lucifer and Zerachiel—waved at him before slipping into their wooden seats in the front row with their shy-looking seventeen-year-old daughter. All of them were wearing robes of soot and ash grey. The style was sleek and long and a little deadly-looking. Angel robes made in Hell. Raziel noticed that Zerachiel was holding two little bundles. A baby Angel that was just starting to nurse, and a blue skinned baby Demon with a tuff of copper hair that was trying to get to the same nipple as its sibling. Raziel raised an eyebrow at it.

Lucifer looked from Raziel to the now-nursing cambion that Zerachiel had moved to his other side, covering his chest with a blue blanket. He looked back at Raziel and mouthed, “adopted,” while pointing at the baby Demon, Raziel nodded.

Raziel caught sight of his parents, Dusk and Cameal, getting settled in their seats on the right-side pew. Cameal was wearing a cream-coloured robe with fur at the neck. Main Angels and High Angels had the same colors associated to them. Dusk was wearing a dusk-blue robe with a faint scattering of stars at the bottom and a low neckline, showing of his pale collar bones. Both had beams on their faces.

“My son is getting married!” Dusk cried, making several people jump and showing he was just as excited as Raziel.

The last to arrive was Telantes’s adopted daughter, Amber. She was a beautiful Guardian Angel with long blonde hair and blue eyes and shining golden wings. She was the Guardian Angel to Azazel, much to everyone’s joy. Somehow, despite Telantes’s way of tomboy raising, Amber had turned out to be the kind of girl who liked her makeup, and so, there was pink blush on her pale cheeks, her lips were blood red, and her eyes were thick with mascara, eye liner, and eye shadow. She was wearing an elegant white silk robe with a gold band around her waist and was arm in arm with a very handsome Farm Angel… Her third boyfriend.

Raziel was about to raise his hand in greeting when the Main Angel next to him tapped his shoulder again. “Are we ready,” she didn’t look happy, and Raziel wasn’t surprised. Him and Jorden were braking a Law—Main Angels were not allowed to mate with any other breed of Angel—and the only reason they were allowed a real wedding was because they were heroes of the Great Battle.

“No, Telantes has had to go home and get the rings,” Raziel put a hand behind his head, getting glitter on his hand.

The Main Angel nodded towards the large doors. “He’s back.”

Sure enough, Telantes was rushing back into the chapel not even out of breath, and holding out a blue velvet box to Raziel once he reached him. “I got them!” he said, smiling.

Raphael saw this and came over, dragging Alastair by the arm, the poor boy was starting to look like he wished he hadn’t come here. Raphael gave the anxious looking boy the black pillow and the box, then, with a nod at Telantes, led Alastair away.

Raziel turned back to the displeased-looking Main Angel, a smile on his face. “Now we’re ready.”

***

Raziel tried to keep still as he stood with his hands behind back om the dais as he watched Zara and Lilith walk down the glitter strewn aisle throwing pink flower petals and laughing silently with each other. They were admittedly a bit old for the role of ‘flower girl’, but they had begged to do it, so Jorden and Raziel had allowed it. The rest of the gathered family was smiling as they watched them, Ajax had lost his green look, and his shoulders were heaving with barely contained laughter.

When the two girls had ducked back to their seats, the chapel dimmed a little so that the aisle was illuminated by moonlight that Dusk strengthened. A hush fell across the room as the family turned to look at the back of the aisle and Raziel’s heart contracted.

Jorden was standing at the end of the aisle in a flowing white robe that fanned out far behind him. There was a silvery silk cape attached with a gold clasp around his neck and flowed down his back like a river. His white-blonde hair was lined with was-out-able glitter and his wings were fluffed and cleaned. He was beaming and looking right at Raziel. The love in his blue eyes mimicked the love in Raziel’s heart, strong and enveloping.

Jorden was led up the aisle by his father, Lucifer, whose soot grey robe and bright golden wings were in stark contrast to Jorden’s ghostly white colour scheme.

When Jorden reached the dais and stood in front of Raziel, Raziel took his hands, the honey tone of his skin standing out against Jorden’s paleness. “You look handsome, beautiful,” he murmured, smiling. He wanted to kiss him so badly, but knew he had to wait.

Jorden smiled back. “Same to you, my love,” he said softly.

A strict-looking Farm Angel got behind the altar, a staff in one pale hand. He had a tight smile on his face that looked fake but was clearly legit. “It is time to exchange rings,” he said. His voice was soft but carried through the room like it was magnified.

The family turned to see Alastair standing at the back of the aisle looking petrified. His whole body was shaking, making the pillow with the box tremble in his hands. He was looking around wildly with wide green eyes. Raziel knew well the signs of when he was having an anxiety attack. Poor thing…

Alastair then proceeded to wet himself in his fear and burst into tears, he was too scared to move. The family laughed softly in the way people do when something is both funny and sad.

Raziel bent down a little and opened his arms, trying to get the boy to come to him, but Alastair just cried, it was clearly one of the worse attacks. He looked utterly pathetic and heartbreaking standing in a puddle with tears streaming down his face.

Abrariel got up from his seat and walked down the aisle and put a hand on his son’s shaking shoulder. He murmured a few words to him. Raziel wasn’t sure what Abrariel had said, but with his father next to him, Alastair walked shakily up the aisle and dais to hand the pillow to the Farm Angel. When that was done, Abrariel heaved Alastair, wet pants, and all, into his arms and went back to his seat, calming the terrified boy like he was no more than a babe.

The Farm Angel opened the box and Raziel took out one of the gold rings and took Jorden’s left hand and slipped the ring onto his ring finger, smiling all the while. Jorden did the same to Raziel, the ring was cold on his finger, but it felt like magic.

“Raziel Marte, Jorden Lightbringer, do you swear to honour your family name and stay by you mate’s side?” Asked the Farm Angel solemnly.

“I swear,” Raziel said softly, locking eyes with Jorden.

“I swear,” Jorden said just as softly, and his eyes didn’t leave Raziel’s.

“Then you shall honour the name of Lightbringer,” the Farm Angel banged his staff once on the marble floor, making the room fill with a hollow ring, “do you swear to never leave you mate, to be tied by soul and love, for all eternity?”

“I do,” Raziel’s hand tightened on Jorden’s as his heart pounded in his ears.

“I do,” Jorden’s voice was just over a whisper, he returned the pressure in Raziel’s hand.

“Then I join you as husbands!” The Angel banged his staff three times on the marble floor, making the chapel ring like a bell.

Jorden pulled Raziel in and kissed him passionately on the lips, the movement said everything Jorden couldn’t put into words. Raziel closed his eyes and pulled Jorden closer, scrunching the delicate silk of Jorden’s cape in his hands as he opened his mouth against his to deepen the kiss. Jorden’s lips tasted like rose water. The family cheered and Raziel could feel the light weight of flower petals and glitter being thrown on them. He pulled away, a little breathless and looked into Jorden’s eyes. Jorden’s face was flushed, and he looked dazed, but in a good way. He met Raziel’s eyes and smiled, taking Raziel’s hands and squeezing them. The wedding rings on their fingers knocked together with a faint chime. Raziel’s smile broadened. I’m married, he’s married, we’re finally married! It was a dream come true.

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