Eternity In a Moment

I don't want any complaining about content, I mean the religious conotations
or "how dare you use ___" Please. No flame. You have no idea whether or not I
believe in this, and I will not divulge what I believe. Could be a ... bible
thumper? for all you know so no "Jesus would never do that!"

I always have to warn because I have in the past had my head "bitten off"
because of something I suggested for a story that suggested someone wasn't as
pure as certain religions thought.

Read, Review and Enjoy, as always.

He dreamed of the blonde haired angelic lord from office 201. Bright eyes
laughing as lips and mind tried to stay serious about their talk. No one could
pay attention long when Affar got in a mood. Humans were so funny to angels.
Affar couldn’t hear the words, all that he could do was feel the warmth
and the comfort. The sparks that one little touch sent jolting through his
body. One little touch.

And he didn’t crave more of that touch but accepted that he would get
no more and yet… was fine with it. Affar hadn’t been gay when
alive, his family had frowned upon it and talked about how homosexuals went to
hell. It almost made him laugh. He had gone to Hell. And Heaven. He had managed
to find a woman on Earth to spend his life with, her name and face forgotten in
the trip from Earth to there; but she didn’t compare to that one little
touch.

The lord laughed and laughed. Affar frowned and couldn’t understand
what was going on. It wasn’t manical laughter “haha, you’re
dead” sort of laughter. It was the laughter that went along with a silly
thing he had done but was just being repeated over and over. He almost
remembered this man. The angel had been so important to him.

But why?

“Jaiya?”

“Affar.”

Affar opened his eyes and blinked at Lucifer, “what
happened?”

“You woke again last night, after your faint, but you were disoriented
so I put you to sleep. Now it is morning.” Affar’s stomach growled
very loudly, “and you haven’t eaten in fifty six years or
so.”

He eased himself up, and directly into Lucifer’s arms, a small memory
surfaced that he didn’t want to remember so he shoved it to the back of
his mind and carried on. He dressed as he was instructed to, a sweater and a
pair of jeans. Shoes and socks. Angels in Heaven wore robes, angels in Hell
wore whatever they damn well pleased. Usually it was clothing that
wouldn’t get in the way or tear easily. But everything Affar had
‘willed into existence’ had a strange ability to fix itself by the
next time he wore it.

Or maybe he had just made another one.

Through the staff room, now tinted a deep blue colour, and into a kitchen.
An actual, real kitchen. Food wasn’t magically appearing or anything and
there were a few angels sitting at a simple wood table, chatting together over
coffee. Or, what he assumed was coffee until they poured him a cup. It was
weaker than coffee but something they added, fieolia…ngiang… he
gave up trying to pronounce it after the third time. Consuming it had made his
tongue feel prickly, along with his entire throat.

Lucifer moved about the kitchen, making a meal for the five of them with
expert ease. The angels chuckled and joked about Affar taking his turn in the
kitchen. His master laughed, really laughed, at that and asked them if they
wanted Earth food, because that was all Affar could cook. They didn’t
touch him, but they touched each other. Caressing manners and gentle kindness
like he had never seen these angels give. He tried not to stare but felt his
face heat up as he stared into his coffee cup instead. If there were female
angels, how in Hell had he gotten placed with only males?

Food was some strange things he had never seen before, but tasted much
better than eggs and bacon, and several reddish pancakes on the side.

“Why are you serving us this shit?”

“This human shit?”

“Lucifer…”

“Mitchel.”

Affar’s head snapped up, fork still in his mouth, knife poised to cut
another piece of his pancake. If he was right, and he could only assume he was
but it was an Earth memory and he hadn’t asked, Mitchel was
Lucifer’s son. Had even trained with Affar and Lucifer for a while, back
at the beginning of it all. Because Mitchel had it in his head that he wanted
to be a guardian and Lucifer didn’t want that for his son. Earth was a
dead end job, there was rarely a soul who could do more than be watched and
when there was some higher angel was assigned to it and the poor angel who
found said soul was lucky to get a pat on the back.

“Earth food sucks and we all know it.”

“Yeah, we did that fad two thousand turns ago,” turn meaning
time on Earth because it passed differently between the two places,
“when. You know.”

“That influx of Christians came? Yeah, that was two thousand turns
ago. That’s like a million years.”

“But I’m sick of it.”

“You were three, how could you remember how crappy human food
tastes?”

“Earth food. Earth food tastes. There are other planets of
humans,” Mitchel poked the greenish things that tasted better than eggs
and bacon, “that have good food.”

“We have work in two hours and you’d rather complain than
talk?” Lucifer muttered, one eyebrow arching.

“Wh-no-that’s-not-what-I-meant-”

“Too late. You volunteered for a tour.”

Mitchel looked devastated, “I thought you were taking him on the
tour.”

“He’s not functioning properly. I’m going to take him up
to the Club and re-affirm his knowledge of what we’ve got up
here.”

“That could take months.”

“Do you want to do two days on tour?”

“No. No one does.”

“Then behave at my table.”

Mitchel went back to poking at his green things, Affar cleaned his plate and
the talk died down a bit. But the touching didn’t. In between bites there
would be a caress or a touch or a strange sort of giggle. Affar remained silent
until the three of them had left the room and only he and Lucifer remained.

“Are they…” he didn’t know how to put it.

“That was a coupled pair and a lover of one or both of them.”

“Coupled?”

Lucifer literally dropped the cup he had been holding,
“others?”

“What?”

“Oh, holy shit. No wonder you didn’t even-” Lucifer
switched to the whispery language as he mopped up the mess that the
not-quite-coffee had made. Affar blinked and stared but didn’t push any
further. Obviously he had forgotten something important. If it was important
then he would recall it or Lucifer would lose his patience and re-teach it to
him. Most likely the latter, as Lucifer had very little patience when it came
to people remembering or learning on their own.

Once the mess was cleaned up, and Lucifer had gotten control of his cursing,
he turned to Affar and sighed, “we are on the clock.”

Was it never question your Master, or was it never ask questions?
“Where are we going?” Affar asked, risking discipline.

“To the Club.”

“What’s that.”

“Affar.”

Affar spent a long minute figuring out what he did wrong, “what is
that?”

“Better, but too slow.” The smaller angel flinched as his Master
walked by, “and don’t do that,” Lucifer spun and set a hand
on either side of Affar’s hands, which lay on the table, whispering in
the angel’s ear as he spoke, “you can’t flinch, Affar. You
know that, do you remember what happened the last time you flinched?”

He shivered at the thought of discipline but shook his head, no.

“I suppose I’ll have to re-teach it. Later.” Lucifer
pushed off of the table, “follow.”

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The way aff cuts off no matter how many "enters" I put in kind of annoys
me

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