My Love, St. Michael

 

Chapter 3

The strange sounds of a heavy metal object was being dragged on the rusted floor in a far off distance. Blood dripped from the ceiling filling her nose with the unpleasant scent. All the windows were boarded shut. She was trapped in a small room, like a hospital room. The place was trashed, the sheets were bloody. The lamp was knocked over and there were claw marks on the wall. She sat there in the corner scared, her eyes came across some writing on the wall: Good girls, don't get punished. IT was writing all over the wall, some of it didn't even form full words. The metal noise was getting closer and closer. She dare not leave the safety of the room. During the moment she felt lonely. No one was there to protect her to help her or to even comfort her. The noise was outside the metal like door she stood up and walk to it.

Kiram heard a man laughing distantly from the other side of the door. She was wearing a hospital gown no memory of how it got on her, there were scars on her wrists, arms and legs;realizing there was a blade in her hand, she dropped it. Cringing at the cling noise it made in her ears. It was quiet she placed her left ear on the door. The sheer coldness of it shook her body stiff. A few seconds later she heard a heart stopping growl and something big pierced through the door.

Kiram woke up she looked around; seeing she was still in the same room, she tried to relax. The braid her was in was half way gone her chemise was half way off revealing her right breast completely. She covered herself and climb out of bed, then thin material clung to her body, since she was alone in her room, it didn't bother her. Kiram went to the window pulling the ivory curtain only a few inches. The sun was not up yet and it was still dark. She sighed. Even though adjusting to this world was hard, she thought at least the purity of the place would have rid of the memories.

The door open but she was so into her thoughts it was oblivious to her.

That was so long ago...I thought I was over it by now... She placed her right hand on her temple. It was then she felt a hand on the small of her back. The touch had made her turn quickly around. It was Michael, he was wearing a simple blue cotton shirt and actually pants.

"What's wrong?" he asked, " I heard you talking..."

She stepped away from him and sat on the bed. "How?" she asked.

"I have really good hearing, Kiram." Telling her, even to him her uneasiness was clear.

"Well, I'm fine. Just go."

"Kir, if somethings-"

"Just drop it! I'm fine, I'm not a child!"

"I just care about you, Kiram." Michael said.

"Well don't!" the young woman yelled.

Michael did not know if he could really put up with her rudeness. "Come with me" he told her,walking to the door. She wasn't going to go at first but she did...eventually.

Placing her hands behind her she followed the angel outside. It wasn't even cold outside, the air was more than pleasant. There was a hint sign of mist around them, but it just made area even more elegant and not creepy. They walked all the way to the Scared Forest of Heaven. The path was dark, but there were a few poles with a white flame to gently light the way.

She wanted to ask what he was up to so early. But the last thing she wanted was an actually conversation with him.

"You're not worried about anyone seeing me like this?" she asked.

He didn't turn around just kept walking "no one is up to...see that." saying it unpleasantly.

"It counts as pajamas..."

Michael grunted at her words but refuse to speak.

Kiram didn't bother to cover up her chest. Eventually they came to what seem like a spring.

"This is where we brought Metatron and Sandalphon after Father brought ascended them here. I'm going to use this for you." he told her after placing some objects down and some garment.

"What do you mean?"

"You need to be cleanse"

"What!-"

He stopped her from talking when he instantly appeared in front of her. "Today is a sacred day. Everyone has to do it anyway, but because you did come from...you know. You must do this first."

"So...so what I just get in and you come back...or something?"

"No..." he pushed her closer to the spring "I'm going to help you...now undress" he somewhat commanded.

Kiram pulled on the collar of his shirt and brought him down to her level. "Listen I'm not gonna do what you say. For these exact two reasons: one I don't want too. And two: no matter how you say it, I still won't. " Kiram told him. "even if its a slight turn on..."

"You said that aloud..."

Kiram kept quiet and turned on her heel, away from him.

Michael had enough with her nonsense and picked her up and threw her over his right shoulder. In that moment he forcefully took off her chemise, tossing it aside as he walked even closer to the water with Kiram kneeing him and her body was wiggling like crazy. Michael then placed her completely in the hot sensation of the water and waited for her to resurface. When she did her hair was darken and it was away from her face. The water was deep enough that it stopped at the top of her chest. Kiram saw Michael already sitting down at the edge. He had a smile pressed on his face as if this was amusing to him. He motion her to come over, she was already pissed and went over.

"That chemise cost me thirty-four bucks, asshole!" She yelled.

"Why did you pay that much for it?"

"I didn't! I used my dads' money!"

Michael chuckled as he turned Kiram around, so her back was facing him. "You're not going to need such a silly thing anyway."

She just sunk deeper in the water and as she huffed out a heavy breathe it produce bubbles. The hot spring was so much better than just a regular tub or even a shower. It was hot without it being too hot, it relaxed her already tensed body, and she felt like pudding. In a few seconds she could feel a cooling liquid on her head. Kiram did not know what he was doing, but the scent of it was subtle yet powerful. Out of curiosity she asked him "What is this junk?" She said rudely.

Then the thought hit her. "Shouldn't another female be here with me not you; kinda invading on my privacy."

He had already ran the scented oil through her hair and was by now combing it with a pure silver round comb with a emerald dragonfly on the right side. "No, in the future you will be doing this yourself, I'm only helping don't take it as an interest in you." He told her, as he said the last part he harshly tugs on her.

It was silence again. Kiram just wanted this horrible day to be over with, what was the point in 'celebrating' this anyway. It did not involve her nor was it important. She missed her dad already and it wasn't even a full day yet. Looking over she couldn't help but notice his reflection, Michael had an absent look on his face. As if he was thinking about other things. For a while she just kept looking. "So, how…how long is this...'event'?"

Nothing was said, it was then she realized he had finished combing it and was just holding it; she turned around and snapped her fingers in his face. "I might not be the best company but I sure as hell don't like to be ignored!" She said.

"What happened?" He asked, he was serious, his stern eyes looking at her and not the fact she was half way out of the water or how it made her body glisten and her nipples erect.

"Why does it matter? Just leave me alone, why don't you just go away and I'll get ready on my own." She said. "Unless you'd enjoy watching me bathe, hmm?" She said.

Michael sighed as he stood up, "J-just, hurry." then walked off. Kiram was glad he left and resumed her bath.

As he exited the forest area, he looked back in her area, the scars on her back was faint but it wasn't something she would get every day, the force it took to make that. That wasn't there before...He thought.

By the time she returned to Michael's home it was nearly eight in the morning at least that's the time her phone had when she checked it, everyone else was up and preparing for the day. Most of the women were gathering food with the help of Camuel, who was already dress in his best outfit. Uriel and Raziel were setting up the vast area with lights and flowers and other decorative items. Ariel was tending to the animals before the day actually started, he bathe them with the help of Jeremiel. Israfel was with the other singers and helped ease their voices for the songs that they were going to sing. Haniel on the other hand kept interrupting him; they were close but often fought with each other on what needed to be done.

Zadikel did not often help around but he usually ended up checking on everyone to ensure they were on time, he always wore his gold-plated armor. He had braided his mid-torso length brown hair and kept his golden-eyes on watch. Raphael, Jophiel, and Yeirel were talking to each other watching Uriel and Raziel argue over the placement. Gabriel was leaning over the rail eavesdropping on their conversation. Azrael was walking with Him and discussing what should take place in what order. Metatron was gathering the children; this was somewhat a difficult task considering the children were all young and did not care to listen to him.

Michael and Sandalphon were by the stairs getting a very good view of everything.

"Shouldn't you be over with Israfel?" Michael asked. He was wearing a silver armor covering his chest, his sword at his left side and an all ivory outfit. He never did anything to his hair so it was free and dripping over his shoulders. Sandalphon was wearing a dark magenta outfit the shirt was long and had white lines at the ends and around the collar that only showed the collar bone.

"No he already has Haniel there. " They could hear the yelling, something about how the female choir should start off and the men slowly joined in. "So where's your future bride?" Sandalphon teased, his teal eyes looking at his left side, Michael was staring off in the distance.

"Don't remind me," He told his youngest half-brother.

"Not getting along? I didn't get a chance to see her yesterday. Anything happen?" He asked.

Michael knew today he would be full of questions. "It couldn't be worse, she is completely obnoxious. As if whatever she is wearing, men should look at her. Looking at her body like that whatever happen to women covering themselves! I cannot see how Damien raised such a daughter!"

Sandalphon blinked a few times,"You care a lot about her appearance, Michael, but did you ever ask her why she dresses that way? "

Michael gave him an annoyed look. "No and I really don't care. As far as I know she won't last and eventually she'll leave." He said walking off. "I just want this day to go as it usually does…" Was all Sandalphon could make before Michael was a few spaces away. He shrugged.

She looked in the full-length mirror. The dressed covered her legs and dragged a little on the floor. The chest part of it was a little bit too tight for her comfort and pressed her chest up. She was wandering if any sudden movement would rip the outfit.

"What in the world made him think I could still fit this!" Talking to herself.

She lifted the end of the dress and let it drop; looking behind her she used a small amount of her powers to let out the chest part, so she could finally breathe and used it to make a long split in the right side of the dress, making it stop at her hips. She also shortened it so it came to the bottom of her crossed-strap white heels. Placing her hands on his hips she smiled and like the modifications she had done. Kiram brushed her hair back then placed it in a loose ponytail and put it on her left shoulder after that Kiram had taken her simpler pearl earrings in placed them in her ears. To finish it she latched on an elegant silver chain with a heart locket. The locket itself was empty but she loved the way it looked.

It was ten now and everything was ready, everyone had gathered at the spot and was sitting on the ground. The archangels all sat next to each other, Mary wasn't with Jesus this time, and she was with her friends and other humans that were angels. Jesus' mother sat near him and his Father. Joseph was next to her, being that was her actually husband. Michael was looking around for Kiram, he finally spotted her walking, and he noticed the changes made to outfit. It was visible to Raphael that he was upset, he was also looking in Michael's path.

He got up and went to her; she on the other hand was gazing how everyone was all in one spot. They must take it this seriously…she thought. She kept looking around it was a lot of people here. Then she realizes that she had no idea what her late mother's parents looked like. Looking around she tried to see whoever looked similar to her mom. Which was not a simple task considering that here, skin tones meant nothing. Michael's skin tone was light yet his brothers Jeremiel, Ariel, Yeirel, and Camuel all had dark skins. Michael came in her sight; he grabbed her hand, in reaction to this she pulled back.

"Didn't I tell you –"

"Calm down and come with me." He said whispering to her, ignoring the fact he cut her off and grabbed her wrist more compellingly.

The head archangel brought her over to where he was sitting, first Michael told his brothers to scoot over. He sat down and she followed.

"Don't you look nice, Kiram" Raziel complimented.

"Thank you, at least somebody notice." She smiled in returned. She was sitting on Michael's right hand side, her legs to the side so she was sitting lady like. They all looked at the front. Kiram wondered what they were going to do first.

It started with Azarel praising their Father for everything like life, health, and His undying love. Everyone enjoyed his preaching. It made them smile and reminisce about their lives on earth. And also how grateful they were to have been accepted into such a holy place. Kiram started to listen but faded out. She could not understand how they like this, it was then she looked over to Michael, he was actually smiling. When will he smile at me like that, again? She stopped her thoughts. She couldn't believe that she had thought that. It was only a day and already she wishes for his affections. I spent too long cutting off these 'emotions'. Being here is not going to bring them back! She yelled at herself. Clenching her hands together she swallowed anything she felt. Besides he did smile…though it wasn't sincere. It was in a laughing matter, at me. She looked down and gathered her mind together, when she looked back up she was convincing herself she didn't care.

After the speech, Israfel and Sandalphon were on stage, basically that's what it was. It was much larger than any on Earth, mostly because of the angels height and size. The flooring of it was a pure white and the edges trimmed with gold. It wasn't a high platform either, going down towards the ground were at least five small steps that surround the oval shape. After a brief message to the audience they started singing, seconds later the women tuned in and along with the angelic men later on. The melody was perfect and the voices were in harmony with each other. Doing this every Sunday, Kiram did not think her family would have even lasted the past hour or so listening to Azarel. She listens to them; for once she could enjoy it. Though it wasn't her type of music it was something to let her mind go off and wander.

Kiram leaned over on her side, so her body was leaning on her left side, the split in the dress drooped downward her legs clearly visible. Though she did not mind this, he did. Quickly, but also subtlety, he grabbed her left forearm and brought her closer to him, it was enough so the dress would hide her limbs. He kept his hand on hers; holding it tightly. She tried to get her hand free, but it was no use and pointless. Curse these guys being stronger! She couldn't help it; she finally sat up more to get readjusted. Again she wasn't listening to anything they were saying, her mind went blank because she was fully leaning on Michael. In his arms, the warmth his angelic body had; made her feel at ease. Even the sweet scent he had made her all fussy on the inside.

"Kiram, what are you doing?" asking her.

Kirs' hand was stroking near the base of her neck, every now and then she fiddle with the necklace. She only did this when she was daydreaming. Michael notice she didn't hear him, "Kir?"

Still nothing.

Michael sighed and just kept watching, it was fine as long as she was quiet and not making a scene.

The act went on some people had solos others might have had duets. It was actually better than she thought it would be. Two hours went by and it was time for Him to speak to everyone before heading to the next event. Kiram felt a small tingling sensation on her hand, the one Michael was holding.

"Stop that…"She whispered to him.

Michael glanced over to her. "Stop what? I am not doing anything." He whispered back. "Shhhh…" He told her.

He was about to give His speech. She felt it again this time climbing her hand to his wrist. "That gives me the chills, quit!" She said again.

Others were starting to look. Michael sighed and looked down then back up. "It's not me, just a spider…now be quiet!" He said again.

Kiram smiled and nodded. "Oh okay…just a spider…" They were listening to Him; it wasn't even a minute later that realized what was just said. "Spider…."She began to get louder. "S-s-spid-e-er?" Michael looked over, her facial expression was huge, She looked as if she seen a ghost.

He body was frozen solid. "Get…it…off…" Kiram asked.

He scoffed. "Kiram, you get it, I am trying to listen." He told her.

Her breaths got heavier, she swallowed a rather large lump in her throat and looked down, only to find an almost of a light chocolate colored spider on her wrist. It was large enough to cover her wrist. It was then her heart was thumping, it sounded like it was in her ears or about to explode or even just jump out of her chest. It was then she was getting an odd feeling that she was surrounded by these, these evil little creatures. Michael's grip was loose enough for her to move, and doing so she did the only thing that came to mind.

She shook her wrist aggressively and was standing. Everyone stopped and turned around to see what was disturbing Him.

"GET IT OFF ME!" Kiram was wailing.

She was running around and trying to get the damned thing off her. Suddenly a small sharp pain was in her and then she took her other hand, stopping her body from moving in the process, "it bit me, it bit me!" she cried, forcing the thing and threw it away from her. The spider landed on Ariels' head. The angel blinked a few times and watched it crawl down his face.

Kiram on the other hand was shaking her dress and running her hands all over herself. As if she thought there were thousands of tiny spiders crawling on her.

No one had ever seen someone react this way to something so small. Gabriels' face was red because he was trying to be polite and no laugh out loud, Michael perplexed stood up and tried to grab her. But it was failing, she would not stay still. "It's not on you! Stop making a fool of yourself!" The archangel was embarrassed for her.

His brothers were watching in amazing and didn't even let it bother them she was ruining everything. Ariel came closer to her. "What's wrong with it?" He asked, placing the spider in her face.

Kiram had a full view of it and smacked his hand away. "Keep that disgusting thing away from me, dammit!"

The chills from it were going haywire in her, and she couldn't stop thinking that she was covered. Gabriel stood up and laughed. "I got this one." He announced.

Obviously simply trying to calm her was out of the question; instead he ran towards her and tackled her to the ground; like a football player. After that it was hell trying to keep her still in his arms. Gabriel was tightly holding her waist her arms were hitting him in the head and her legs kicking him, to let her go.

God was looking at the display and couldn't help but laugh Himself. "Everyone, please go enjoy the rest of the day. Everything will be handled here." He assured them.

The angels were getting up and leaving, some whispered as they look away. Others were looking in awe, in the last group of them leaving Sophitia was holding on to Alexander. She wasn't shock like everyone else, she was just smiling and giggled. Though Alexander saw nothing funny about this moment.

Kiram elbowed Gabriel in the face, escaping from him. "

Childishly, she was being chased around by -Ariel, who (for some reason) still had the spider- nearly screaming for her life. Already most of the archangels had left, to move on to the next event. A few of the guys were surprise to see a female run so fast, especially in heels nonetheless.

"There is nothing harmful about this creature!" Ariel yelled

"YYYYeeesss there isssssssssssss, stop following meeeeeeeeeee" Kiram was nearly in tears. Without looking Kiram, ran into Gabriel knocking the both of them on ground.

Raziel risked it and went for her legs, holding her down and Raphael was only able to grabbed one arm, which was her left. Ariel still had the spider in hand. Zadikel was able to grabbed hold of her right. All four archangels were holding her. Gabriel could feel her heart still racing and it wasn't going to calm down anytime soon.

"Michael, do something!" He yelled. "I would like to be off the ground!" That and I can't breathe through her breasts! The Messenger thought.

Michael was next to Ariel; both men could not understand why she reacted this way.

Kiram held her eyes shut. "Kiram, this spider is harmless, really." She heard the low-male voice. Opening her eyes she saw Ariel looking down at her, along with Michael. She had no clue she was being held down.

"Harmless? That's a fucking Brazilian-wandering spider, it is so not harmless!" She said. "Why is it here, anyway!"

"All the creatures are here…its Heaven."

Kiram looked around her. "But those things are evil!" She screamed.

"They were my idea!" Raziel told her.

Kiram looked at Raziel, "You are SOO evil!" she hissed.

"Okay, so they can be, but you're not human. Why are you scared?" Ariel asked.

"Let me go!"

"yes, please, let her goooo" Gabriels' cries were muffled.

"No…answer him." Michael said.

She gave him an evil look. "Let me go…or else."

Michael took the spider from his younger brother and held it by it hind legs, went over Kiram to have it dangling it over her head. He heart racing again. Ariels' darken red eyes watched his movements.

"Alright! Alright!" She closed her eyes once again, "when I was younger, the kids in my school played an awful prank on me, filled my desk with a bunch o spiders they found. She spoke extremely fast.

"Is that it?" Michael said.

"It was the worst thing ever! Alright, now get it away!"

Ariel smiled. "It couldn't have been, I mean most spiders children find are harmless, they have no vemon. Was there a black widow there?"

Kiram gave a quick look. "I don't know; I also don't care."

Gabriel shrugged. "At least she's honest." He said. Michael still had the thing near her. "Are you always this truthful under these circumstances?" He asked.

"Yes!" She spoke.

Metatron was listening to this and had an idea. He went over and stood on her right side. "Do you hate insects?" He asked.

On cue it came out. "YES, we could live much better with them!…"She said.

"What else?" Ariel asked.

"What do you mean what else?" She demanded.

"About you go on…"Metatron encouraged.

All she could think about was the thing hanging above her, and as if she was dying almost everything about her was being told to people she was starting to hate.

"I am extremely accident prone. Which would explain why my dad doesn't trust me with his things, mostly his cars. I crashed one a while back but he doesn't know, when he found out I told he was drunk and did it himself, I love enjoying another persons misery; whether it is a stranger or even someone I know, I have one girl kiss me before, I can't stand myself sometimes-"

Raphael stopped her. "Why?"

She answered him without a second thought. "Do you know how often, I talk to myself and how I argue with myself and I am still never right!" She said.

"Well said…"He spoke under his breath.

"What are your measurements?" Gabriel yelled.

They all looked at him in shocked. "What? It's just a question." Gabe said.

"She's not going to-" Michael was cut off.

"38-26-30"

Michael didn't believe she really answered that, and toss the thing aside and left. Eventually they let her go and she sat up. Gabriel-still under her-as she stood up she look down at him. "You better watch it now, come anywhere near me for the rest of the day, I will make sure to bring your life to a VERY unpleasant and unnatural end…as long as you keep your face away from mine we'll be okay!"She told him and left.

Gabriel looked at Raziel and the others. "You think she meant that?" He wondered out loud, getting himself up from the ground.

"I think she did..."Ariel said quietly and left.

"She has soft breasts, but they didn't feel like a 38..." Gabriel mention.

Raphael place his hand on his forehead, "Sometimes I wonder about you Gabriel..."

They decided to go to the event they were late for. It was really nothing but celebrating. Everyone was gathered in a round circle dancing and laughing. It was a joyous time. Kiram was by herself leaning on the tree, watching everyone.

"Why don't you join us?"

She didn't turned or was even startled. "Leave me alone Mary..." She announces.

Mary stood next to her and notice where Kiram was looking. "That's David..."

"Huh?" She said a few seconds late.

Mary pointed. "David and then there's..."She moved her finger to the left a little. "Moses, Saul, Sarah, Abraham. You name them, they're here. Even more people are" She said smiling.

"I don't care."

Mary didn't know what to say. She began messing with her hands. "What do you do?" She waited for an answer. "Kiram, what do you do on earth?" Mary tried to recall her life time then, even though it was hurting her since until she met Jesus, she had it hard and was alone.

"Nothing special." She answered.

Mary stood in front of her. "Like what? I mean in your present time women can do many things now."

"You're just trying to piss me off, huh?" Kiram said. Mary blinked silently. "Look, it's not much all I do is pretty much school."

There was silence again; Kiram knew she would not leave. "For medicine and psychology."

"Ohhhh, what skills would you need those in."

Kiram crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't really need them; I just wanted to study them. Medicine I did since I do have a human family, at least I would know what to do."

Mary looked at her. "So you're not so bad..." She was cut off.

"And plus any of those rotten humans try to attack me, I know the major weak points and the psychology so I'm able to read their faces." Kiram said smiling evilly. "Oh and I have friends hang around with, sometimes my dad and I go on vacation. Last month, we went to Canada...but got kicked out cause he was making fun of them...like offensively..." Kiram sighed, "Then that thing he did to the Prime Minister..."

She was quiet for a minute, noticing Mary was uncomfortable. "Where's Michael?"

When she looked the sliver-hair woman was looking at her with concern. "Umm, I didn't see him, I'm sorry." Mary said.

Kiram sighed, and walked off. I can't even sense him out to pin point his location. And asking around is gonna make it seem like I actually care...she thought. She walked a distance away from the party. It was a few minutes later she saw him just by a lake sitting down. Wanting to surprise him, she levitated and went over. She was above him but carefully settled down.

"What?" Michael asked.

She sat down behind him and leaned her back against his. "Shouldn't you be with everyone?"

Michael didn't answer her, it was then she fixed her position and laid stomach-down next to him and had her right hand in the water. They were there in silence, all he heard was the distance music and Kiram splashing the water around; making light flicks of water. "It's not a big deal, half of everyone I know, knows my size. Why do you care if your brothers know?" She asked.

"What you consider not private, it actually is! They are my brothers, they should not know those things about you; I am supposed to be your husband, only I will know those things. Maybe if you worry less about how you look and your appearance you would've thought about what you said."

"What am I suppose to check everything over by you first?" She said loudly. Of course she was saying it in a joking matter.

"Yes."

The young woman supported herself on her hands. "I was kidding."

He kept his blue eyes away from her. "I'm not, Kiram.."

"So I'm supposed to wear a long cloak, stop drinking, gambling, fighting, and all the other fun stuff?"

Michael turned her way shocking, "Aside from the fact, I am not going to question where your father was, you need to understand. You are with me, I have the most responsibilities here, I am the one to protect everyone. Being the chief, I am also respected the most. How would it look if I had a wife who show no considration for me or anyone else, I would hate to think what the followers of Lucifer think of you."

Kiram didn't speak because Michael-in reality-had a point. No one really knows the things she did, but it would be a huge disgrace to her father and grandpa, had any demons realized, she would be the laughing stock.

"Luckily, you're not leaving for a while. I'm sure Mary can help you around." Michael said "I'm going back; do what you want." He got up to leave.

"Wait," She choked. Clearly her throat, Kir got up as well, "I'm...coming..."

Sighing Michael went to her, lifting up her face to look at her, "Don't let what I said bring you down, Kiram. You're much to lovely to hide your face in sadness." He pulled back her hair from in front of her, giving her a soft smile. She attempted too smile back. Putting his arm around her shoulder, they both walked back to the celebration.

The day went on and it was fun for everyone, well mostly everyone. The dancing had stop a while ago and people were having more conversations. Then came the meal, it was a large feast and it brought them together. They all continued talking, Kiram was quiet and kept to herself, it also seem like Michael didn't notice since he was chattering with his brothers and Father. She wanted to leave then and there but knew the attention would go on her again. When it became night, it was over. Everyone went home and scattered. The archangels all went to their places and talking at the same time, deciding what they were going to do the next day. She couldn't help but listen in.

"It doesn't matter, tomorrow is gonna be my moment, I'll finally knock you out, Michael." Zadikel shouted.

"You say that every time, yet you never can keep your word!" Michael said.

They all laughed; Michael was the strongest and therefore the cleverest as well. It was hard and almost impossible to even win against him in training. They waved each other goodnight and went leaving the two alone. She was sitting on the railing that over looked the lower half of the area. The part where the regular angels stayed. Thinking it was like a very large village or town, whatever. Things were simple and kept in peace. Each level of this world was like its own. Only connected to each by a stairway.

She looked at her feet, starting to feel the numbness her heels were bringing her. Leaning down she unclasped the sides and removed them. Kiram wiggled her toes in the night air, she then saw his soft peach-tone skin hands on her feet. She moved them away. "I hate when people touch my feet." She claimed.

Michael took her right foot back and started to rubbed them, it felt great to her and she leaned her head on her left side, and smile a little.

"What is the point in wearing those, if it only makes your feet hurt? Women nowadays are simply ridiculous." Talking out of the blue.

"Makes me taller, I mean look at me. Compare to you I'm like a midget. And then my dad and grandpa are so much taller, here I am all short and shit." She said, Kiram caught herself too late and was looking at an angry angel. But it disappeared within seconds.

"Your height is fine, it fits you." Michael stopped, putting her foot then scooted between her legs, Kir was taken by surprise and was looking deeply into his eyes again. "Besides, I like you this short."

Kiram didn't know why, but it felt as if he was going to do something. Instead he just moved and went inside to his home that was only a few feet away. She jumped down and ran after him. Hoping the short run would help when she was inside. Her body was reacting the same way it did when she was with Stan. Kiram hated the fact that she ended up with her father's oddly large sexual appetite. It bothered her so much; she spent most of her time alone so she could repress these feelings. But the older she got the harder it was. And it didn't help the fact that she couldn't be friends with guys, Damien disapprove of most of them. Other than that, she feared she wouldn't be able to think straight around them. Kiram was standing inside on the closed front door.

"Kiram, what are you waiting for?" Asked Michael.

"I'm just more tired than I thought."

The archangel went to her; picking her up, bridal style, and carried her light body upstairs. She yawned and sleepily leaned on him. At first the woman was lying, but somehow the day, it did take a toll on her. It wasn't long till she was fast asleep, the shoes in her hand fallen to the ground. Michael smirked, glancing down at Kiram sleeping.

*The sounds of heavy breathing and exotic screams had filled the room only moments ago, bodies that were intertwine with each other so perfectly, the excitement, the passion was all there. What seemed like a mere lifetime, was only hours of the endless act between the two.

She was laying in a room that smelled of roses, salt water and jasmine. Looking around she was in a all white silk bed, it was still night out and the windows were open. The sheer cream curtains blew with the night wind. She herself was wearing a black and white floral babydoll outfit, it had a simple lack string in the front that kept it close and she was wearing the matching panty. Under it though she was topless, her hair was freely out and messy, but it was surrounding her. She felt exhusted and drained.

She place her small feet on the floor, it was cold and felt like stone, standing up she walked down the three stairs that lead into other half of the bedroom it seem. There were about eight windows; all open in the room. Kiram decided to go out on to the balcony, to see where she was. Stepping out she was in a very dim lit city, someplace foreign, almost like Paris or Italy. There were cars in the distance and some of the windows had there lights on. Off in the right was what seem like to be the ocean; which help understand why she smelled that. The wind was still blowing gently close to her.

A few moments of this breath taking scene, she heard the door close. No one said anything, Kiram carefully went near the door, peaking her head she was met with another face. He was smiling and pulled her by her waist, inside.

"What are you doing?" He asked her in a very seductive voice.

She smiled. "What's going on?" She asked.

His black hair was put back and his was shirtless, wearing only his white pants. His blue eyes were deeply connected with hers. He kissed her cheek and then her lips. She was not expecting this but it felt so natural, she kissed him back while her arms were wrapped around his neck. He held her in the air and brought the lovely one, to the bed. It was then his soft lips trailed to her neck which was exciting her more. Kiram was sitting on his lap, her mind clicked together. "Should this be happening?" She asked, wondering why he did not answer her first question. "Michael?" She said his name. Nothing was making him talk again, he ignored her and tugged on the limp black string to reveal her breasts to him once more. Removing it he laid her on her back and was on her. His smile and his kisses were exhilarating to her, making her give in. The tenderness from him was traveling down to her navel, his strong hands gripping her thighs, her body was calling out for him; wanting him to do those incredible movements she never felt. He looked at her once more. "You...you really need to wake up, Kiram."

She was lost by his touch to pay attention. "Huh?"

"I said...you need to wake up!"

"Kiram, wake up!" The voice woke her from the sensual dream.

The woman was scared and sat up, slapping the person shouting at her. Looking around, she was in a different room this time, it was bigger than the one she was in before and had a pale blue coloring to the walls. The bed was bigger and had silk light green sheets, mixed with blue. Kiram rubbed her chest and saw she was in a yellow night-gown. She didn't recognize it at all.

She felt her forehead, normal. Then she looked to the right and saw him there.

"What dream did you have?" Michael asked.

"Where am I?"

He rubbed his chin and helped her out of bed. "My room, you fell asleep. It was a pain getting you into those, by the way." Michael explained to her.

She peaked under the night gown. "...you saw me naked?"

"Not the first time...and why does it matter?" He asked. "Now hurry up and get dressed."

"Uhh, sure..why not.." She dreaded, stretching her body before leaving to her room.

Kiram worried about the fact she might go insane hanging around that girl all day, She's bound to find me some how...maybe I can just sneak out of here for today. Kir smile as that was the plan today. Michael was already downstairs, he stopped by the door still rubbing his chin from being hit by Kiram. Before waking her up he had came in to check on her. It was late in the morning and he assumed she would be up, but she wasn't. Coming in, he noticed she tossed in her sleep. Her legs moving constantly and she was whispering. At first that's what he thought, until he came closer. She wasn't whispering but moaning. Touching her neck, she was hot, it was then he lifted the sheets itself, it surprised him to see her hand was close to her navel, tempting to explore herself further but rejecting the act. Michael watched her for a few seconds before wanting to wake her up, the only thing that stop him was when she called his name. It was full of lust and wants, and even he could not help himself.

Michael looked back towards the stairs, hoping this wouldn't happen again; after all he did sleep in a different room.

A quick glimpse of memory came to his mind, making him turn red. Shaking his head, Michael tried to think of other things then went outside. Maybe playing a game today instead of training will ease me more...