My Love, St. Michael

 

Chapter 7

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Before Michael could finish, Stanley walked into the room. Kiram looked away from Michael and at the demon doctor. "Y-you..." Kiram whispered.

Stanley wasn't expecting Kiram to be awake so soon but with all the yelling that happened, how could she rest? "Kiram, look I can-"

"I don't want to see you! I TOLD YOU THAT!" Kiram got out of bed, Michael quickly grabbed her. "Let me go!"

"I was just checkin-"

"Shut your fucking mouth!" Kiram yelled, she kicked Michael in the chest. The archangel lost hold of her momentarily, but grabbed her again and was able to pin her on the bed.

"What is going on, I thought you two were friends." Michael paused, "what happen?"

"Why don't you ask fuck-face over there!" Kiram shouted, she tried not to show any tears.

Stan stood there, only looking at her. He sighed, "its nothing..." The demon decided not to talk to her, he head back out the room.

"You better leave! ...y-you!" Kir yelled. She then looked back at the angel.

"You're not much of a threat if I'm holding you, Kir..."

"But he doesn't know that!" Kir told Michael.

"Ah-?" Michael blinked in confusion, maybe the medicine effect her somehow?

Kiram calmed down a moment later, "I wanna go." She spoke lowly.

"Kiram, you can't."

"Now, Michael." Saying it as a command than asking.

She turned her body and sat on the edge. Michael stood up; knowing he shouldn't help her along, but he did so. Her legs did not work as well as she thought; the girl fell on him. He tried to lift her up the best he could on such short notice, even the angel was drugged down with her.

"Stop being so stubborn and stay."

"No! I just want to leave, come on; you can do that thing-trick of yours. Make me better right?"

"Not now, I am only able to do so much without it draining my energy."

"Of all times to ditch Heaven…"She mumbled. "Can you at least take us someplace, will that work?"

"Depends where."Kiram had a cunning look on her face. "First, you heal me when we get there, you can rest all you want…"She bargained.

"It'll be a while."It seemed she did not mind the wait, so he agreed. Standing them both up, he held her close to him. "Where to?" He asked.

"Where's my purse?" Kiram asked.

"On the table."

First, reaching over she grabbed her bag, she guessed her dad might have brought it with him. But she did not think on it much, she just wanted to get away from him and avoid any facial contact with Stan. "Flic en Flac. I heard it's a beautiful place."

The angel had to think for a moment, these humans gave names to every place they populated at, Michael held on to Kiram. In a blink-at least that's what it seemed like to her- of an eye they where no longer at the gloomy plain white room of the hospital, they were at a white sand beach with crystal clear blue waters.

Casuarina trees decorated the beach, with a cooling wind guiding over them. No one was around, which was typical it was six in the early morning where they came from making it around three in the afternoon here. Flic en Flac is a beach on the island of Mauritius, which is off the coast of Africa. She looked around the area and spotted a nearby hotel. It had a conch-shell painted color to the exterior of the building, with white around the windows, doors and columns."Ahhh, this is so freaking awesome!" she yelled, kicking the white sand around. Michael watched her, he smiled, she acted as if nothing happened. As if she hadn't a care in the world. I couldn't possible tell her, it would break her heart. Michael thought.

Kiram stopped remembering she was still in the hospital gown locals would think that was a bit strange. "Michael, can you give my your jacket?" She asked, turning around to face him.

"Yes." Michael nodded, he proceeded to remove his suit jacket but in the process of handing it to her, Michael nearly collapse on Kiram. Luckily, she was able to support his heavy body weight. "Ehh, I guess we need to get inside." Kiram said, helping the angel this his feet, she put on his jacket. Taking his hand in hers, they walked to the hotel.

Approaching at the front desk, Kiram was wearing his jacket with the sleeves rolled up and the end of it touching her thighs. Michael could only give the surprised clerk an honest look and tried not to answer any questions concerning her outfit.

"Bienvenue. Comment puis-je vous aider?"

"Well, I need a room for about...ffffffffffff" Kiram blew a puff of breath out, "two weeks."

"Oui...we have few rooms open right now, madam." Speaking with his heavy french accent.

"I want, like, the best one."

The clerk checked his computer, "You are in luck, there is one open."

"Je vais le prendre." Kiram said, digging in her purse, she handed him a card.

Checking the card, he looked at Kiram. " You are Damien Sullivan?"

"No, he is." Kiram pointed at Michael, who was spaced out.

The clerk nodded, and continued to book the room. Most of the language here is French and English so either way they were fine. Michael was concern on the stay and why so long. Still it could spare him from explaining why she at the hospital in the first place.

It took a while but finally a room was set up for the two. Kiram giggled when the man had stated Michael was lucky to have such a lovely woman at his side. They walked to the room, Kiram stuffing the receipt in her bag, "how much was all that?" He just had to ask. She looked back at it.

"Ah…around six-thousand something-something, I didn't pay that much attention to it." Watching where she walked, as she answered the guy. "Why, it's not like it matters."He didn't bother to answer her, they were at the Sofitel Mauritius L'Imperial Resort & Spa, a very elegant, very beautiful spot. When they enter their room it was quite a site, much nicer than most homes. Double wood doors with wood flooring at the entrance, multicolored stone tiling throughout the full living room, lights the would illuminate the room once night fell. White walls, decorated with pictures, a wall was covered with a dark brown shelf with ceramic bowls that were hand-painted a variety of colors to give the room a sense of some other colors. Kiram ran into the bedroom, in there was a king size bed and with white sheets, a dark blue folded blanket at the end of the bed, the walls in here were painted lime green. Nightstands on each side of the bed, a mirror on the right side of the bed as well it covered the wall, on the other side was the balcony doors overlooking the beach and over a small garden at the bottom.

Michael went into the bathroom, stone tiling was in here as well, the rain shower was separate from the large jacuzzi bath that sat in the corner of the bathroom, and two white thick towels sat on the edge of the tub also. He looked into the wall length mirror over the sinks. The alteration was happening more often and became less painful. It was only a matter of time before it would complete maybe a month or so.

"Michael!" Kiram shouted. He hurried to her aid, thinking she might have injured herself, however no. The lady was jumping on the bed like an adolescent. His head following her movements, she was spinning around as her feet bounced off the mattress. Out of all times, an innocent bystander was walking in the doorway to the bedroom, giving a slight cough. He held a plastic card in his hand. She jumped off the bed in front of them, grabbing it from him. "Thanks so much, my dad would kill me if I forgot this."

"Ce n'est pas tout que vous avez oublié..."He mumbled beneath his breathe.

"I can understand French!" She said, picking up on his sentence.

She escorted the stranger out, but his words caught her attention. "What was that suppose to mean?" She questioned. At the doorway, he was leaned against the wall, arms crossed, giving her a-do-you-really-not-get-it-look. "What?"

"Kiram, all you're wearing is my jacket…"He reminded her. Still lost, it did not hit her until she reached the bed again. Pushing her hair back, she also forgot to alter her hair to a natural color. "I've been so absent minded I didn't think this through." Saying as she roughed up the side of her head with her hands. She was going to change it when Michael stopped her.

"No one is bothered by your hair color but you, maybe for once you can leave it alone."

"But-but—"

"No…" He placed his hand on her forehead for just a second, in the moment the apprehension in her back and hips were gone and she felt good as new, this however left him tired and incapable to take on the rest of the day with her. Sitting on the bed, he slumped over hitting the large pillows. His right arm covered his face as he shut his eyes, the left arm was tucked comfortably under the fluffy pillow. Kiram only took one look at him and knew she was by herself. Wanting to freshen up she went into the connecting bathroom turning on the shower that was protected by a glass door. After removing the single clothing that hid her body, she stepped in. The water—steamy and hot—ran down her getting every inch of her wet. Placing her hands on the cold wall which had fail to receive the waters' touch. She questioned his actions.

Usually, he would have walked off or have stopped me. But he didn't, just stood there as my ass was all out. She pondered. The water touched her face; then streamed down her long hair. The more time he is not up there, the more he's not the same person…Kiram sat down watching the water go down the drain. If he were to be like grandpa…will I still be attracted to him? It was best not to think of the 'what ifs' now. She was standing in front of the fogged mirror, not quite seeing a reflection of her own self. Staring so intense at the image her eyes began to blur on her and create non-existing shapes. Refocusing her sight she thought back on what made her take a sudden 'vacation'.

Being in the same room as Stan, after what he did. I would have killed him. She bawled her fist up and punched the marble counter. Damn it, I was this close. If he would have found out about me and him, changing or not he would be pissed. "It's not like I cheated…we weren't together at the time. But would he think that?" She asked. Looking from the cracked counter to the mirror, she tried to gather her strength.

"He told me he loved me, maybe its about time I said it back."

Taking in a deep breathe, then letting it out. Kiram pretend it was Michael in the reflection. "Michael…"She started out so confident in her voice. "I l-l-lo.." the word wouldn't even slip her mouth. "I lo-low…you…oh come one Kiram, one little word is not impossible to get out." Turning around, she went to sit on the edge of the tub. "How did it slip out the first time then?" Sulking down she came to a thought. Maybe it really was just the heat of the moment, what if I don't love him. Oh I can think the damn word but can't say it. She yelled in her head. If that's the case then he would have suffered through all this for nothing. I was his only reason for leaving; he gave up so much willingly. At the same time, I can't force myself to love him and I can't lie to him.

Her wet hair slapped her in the face. She did get in a tight situation and leaving it was not an option. She needed help, but who could she turn to? Putting on the jacket again she took her purse and the keys, leaving him there to sleep. A few activities would help ease her mind. Activities as in; spending a shit load of her dad's money.

0-*-*-*-*-*-*-0

With as much concentration as he had, Damien put the flat, thin card upright against the other. With both hands holding it close together, seconds later he draw his arms back and looked at his work, using five deck of cards he made a replica of his father's home. It took the whole dining table up leaving very little room at the ends. He bit down on his lip and smile.

"Why aren't you worried?" His friend yelled from the kitchen.

"She's fine, not in the best of hands I would like her to be in, but fine nonetheless." Damien grunted. Pulling his blonde locks back, he stretched his arms upward. It may have taken a few hours, but it was worth it to kill some much needed time. Jesus walked out the kitchen with two cups of coffee in hand, he handed one to Damien and kept one to himself. "Nice job?" He walked to it, leaning forward. "I don't recall this being here, though." He said pulling on the bottom card.

"Stop you idiot! It's just to hold the rest up!"

"Then it's just not accurate, Damien." Jesus turned his head to his friend.

"Damn it, I don't care."

"So don't say it's a replica of something, but add things to it. It's just not right!"

"Again…I don't give a damn!"

Jesus snatched the card away, nothing happen to the card-building at first. Until it gave in and collapsed on the table; a few drifted away on to the floor. Damien looked at his best friend with the utmost look. He just laughed it off.

"Jesus…I swear…I..ugh." It was no use, he just walked away from the scene, heading to the room across. Jesus quickly went to his side, still laughing.

"At least now, it's accurate. Since that's going to happen to your father's home anyway!" Damien stopped suddenly causing the guy to slam in his back. It slipped his mind that he said he would not bring up future events. "What did you come here for…"Disregarding his comment; then continuing his short walk.

"Oh well, I figured since you could use the help…"He dug though his pockets searching for the information. As usually he always wore white, Damien never understood why he couldn't change to a different color everyone and then, but who was he to judge. He sat down and was handed a folded piece of paper. Jesus sat in the other chair, taking a sip of his drink. He made a strange face after tasting it, repulsive by it he spit out the mouthful into the cup. Damien opened the paper seconds later he threw it on the coffee table in front of him. "You must be stupid to think I need this."

"It's only therapy." Speaking casually.

"The wrong kind, this is for a 'sex' therapist…last time I checked she was my daughter."

"I didn't get it wrong, I think there's some issues you need to work and Kiram, because you both have sexual issues..."

"For one, those type of people only help with actually sex-related problems to each other, second I do not have issues! How is that related to each other?"

He thought for a minute, before coming up with an answer. "It just seemed obvious."

"How is this going anywhere!" He yelled.

"It just seems it might work, think about it you're the guy she's been with her whole life, you seen her wearing practically nothing, like that one day when all she had on was those itty-bitty shorts; which by the way did do wonders, and that green tank top, that showed her stomach and was somewhat see through," He took one hand and rubbed his own chest. "You could see her breasts! You have to admit Damien you got quite a daughter, she's got that…I don't know" He thought for a word that would fit. "She's just very…face it the girl's got a body." He said in the end making the wolf whistle.

Jesus looked over at Damien; from his look he was pretty pissed on how his own friend described her that way. "Do you wanna sleep with her too?" Damien spoke bitterly.

"No, no! I was only saying what I saw, I don't think about her in that way. But everyone else does…"He said muttering the last part under his breath.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing. Nothing."

Damien was in no way of going in that direction, seeing a dumb doctor, that's what his friend, Stan, was for. "Anyway after this little 'trip' she's taken we can work things out on our own. Like how she let Michael impregnate her." Damien's fingers scratched the outside of his cup, he was too distracted to drink anything.

"Say what, now?" Jesus asked.

"As if none of the things I told her sunk in."

"Well she is your daughter." Jesus said.

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Well I mean she gets it from you, she did lose her vir-" Jesus stopped.

Damien looked over at Jesus, "Excuse, I know when she lost it okay, with my friend! Remember?"

Jesus nodded very fast, "yeah, yeah..."

Blinking for a second, he thought about it. "What did you mean, 'gets it from me'?" Damien questioned.

"ha...ha ha haha, well you lost your virginity at a young age and so did Kiram."

"I was sixteen, she lost hers at seventeen, that's not that young."

Jesus glanced around, " ooohhh yeaaah, I-well just you know it like...uhhh.."

Damien evilly glared at Jesus, "are...are you trying to tell me she lost hers before she fucked with Stan?" Damien's cup began to crack.

"What!" Jesus gripped his cup and shove half of the coffee in his mouth. "mmm? mm mm mmmm." He held a full mouth full of bitter coffee and as much as he was to spit it out, Jesus would rather suck it up than to tell Damien.

"Swallow." Damien demanded.

Jesus glanced around. Shook his head and sat there.

"Do it, or I swear I am telling Mary EVERYTHING!"

Jesus shook his head 'no'.

Damien glared at his friend, "Fine...guess I'll just try my luck and sleep with her, which shouldn't be-"

"Now just stop right there, Damien!"

"HA AH! NOW TELL ME!"

"NOOOOO!" Jesus whined, "ITS NOT FOR YOU TO KNOW! "

"WHY THE HELL NOT-"

"Why are you yelling at him? Who are you to talk, son?"

Both men looked to see Lucifer just staring out the window, the one thing about angels and demons they could just "pop" here and there, with no sign or signal at all. His arms were crossed over his chest, wearing a casual dark red sports jacket, under it a simple white shirt, and putting it all together with jeans and black shoes. Lucifer never did care so much about his appearance, but it didn't hurt to look alright. As usual his silver-ish-blue hair was the same, parted on the right side of his head and a part of it hung in his face.

"What's that suppose to mean, dad?"

"I mean you lost yours, to some random woman. Why would you be upset at Kiram? Even if she might have had someone else before your friend, you did raise her to be like you."

"That's not the point, Kiram is a girl, men would find her much more appealing if she hadn't fucked someone or some people, and why are you sticking up for her?"

"And what men were you hoping she would attract?"

Damien shot a look of hatred at his father.

"I was only stating the obvious don't get mad at me." Lucifer spoke.

"Well why don't, you mind your own business for once. No one is asking for your help."

Lucifer gazed his white eyes at his only son. "My family is my business." He stated strongly. Damien slammed the cup on the table, spilling it on the wood and cracking the cup. "And what the fuck would you know about 'family', huh dad? You killed my mother, you didn't even fucking try to raise me! In fact the only time you took a sudden interest in my life was when I wanted to be with Kiria, oddly enough you didn't even want that!" Damien stood on his feet, and stormed to his father, enraged. "Kiram, is my fucking child and I will take care of this, so keep your bullshit to yourself, 'father'!" Adding a mocking voice to the word, he turned around and left. They could hear him opening and closing the door.

Jesus was left with Lucifer who by the way was flabbergasted by his sons' action and choice of words. With his amber eyes, he studied the Devil, he may be younger than him, but it was clear he knew something the two of them did not. It would have been a joy to find out what, since Damien was a lot like his father. But why was he defending Kiram? He didn't even approve of Damien sleeping around, but to let this slide by as if it was nothing. Jesus became quite fascinated of this situation.

"Lucifer if I was your son, I'd never yell at you." He said out of the blue.

"You had your chance..."

Jesus nodded, "mmmmmmmmhmmmmmmmmm..."

Lucifer only looked at him with a disturbed face. "You're...kind of freaking me out."

"Am I?" Jesus raised his eyebrows, tilting his head down.

Clearly, he's been around Damien too long.

As Damien went to his car his phone rung; in his right pocket. Quickly he answered the device. "What!" He yelled. The other line was quiet for a second before coming to speak, "Damien, I was just calling to see what do you want to do?" The male asked. Damien recognized the voice to be Stanley.

He was already irritated and didn't remember what he meant. Damien's mind clicked in a moment. "I don't want to deal with 'that'," Saying it with some disgust in his deepen voice. "Do whatever the hell you want!"

"I would but-"

"I don't care, throw it away. Burn it, let it swim in something acid. Just get rid of it. I don't want to go through this, again!"

He was so mad, that instead of just hanging up the phone, he broke it in half with his hand. Damien did not come to realize this until the machinery pieces fell on the dirt. Enraged he just stormed around unsure where to put this feeling of his. Damien didn't even know who he was mad at in the first place. Certainly not his father, not even at Stanley, maybe it was at Michael. Eventually he slowed down and studied the ground. Damien had recall speaking with Stan when he left her room. He asked him how serious this would have been if she showed no signs at all of this said abortion. Stan's answer was not one he wanted to hear.

A day or two longer, Kiram would've -. Not even he could finish the thought. Perhaps this is why he was angry, if it had went to term he-like any dad- would be upset at first but it would have grown on him. Damien would be there for his daughter. Kiram is the only one I will do anything for! He thought.

The possibility that he was so close to losing her. The core of this emotion was it. What would he have done, should he wake up one morning and she was gone? Damien and Kiram were not like Lucifer, yes they could live long lives and not age. But they were not immortal, Damien's mother was not demon nor another fallen angel. What she was, was far from the two. And of that, Damien's blood became tainted and that same blood line flowed through his daughter.

Besides his father, Kiram was all he had. Try as he might the strong son of the devil could not stop a tear from escaping. Damien sat on the grass of his front lawn, his knees against his chest. Having his forearms rest on his knees while his hands covered his face. Lucifer stood by the front door. Unsure how to comfort his son.

"You should just go to him."

"That's not going to do anything, he's gonna have to get over it himself. The same way when Kiria died." Lucifer said.

"Well, I may not know too much," Jesus said. " But it sure helps someone if they have family to talk too, at least that's how it was when my cousin died and you don't even have to talk. Just listen to him." Jesus walked passed Lucifer, going over to Damien, who was ignoring him.

Lucifer watched as Jesus patted Damien on the back, he knelt down and whispered something to him. It cause Damien to look up. Jesus smiled and quickly gave Damien a hug before leaving. After a moment, Lucifer went over to his son, sat down on the right side of Damien and kept quiet. Nothing was said, it made the both of them very uncomfortable. Damien looked at his dad. "What?"

Not looking back, Lucifer looked at the landscape around the area, "just thought you shouldn't be alone..."

"Don't you have souls to torment?"

"Being in Hell is torment enough for them...besides..." Lucifer stop.

Damien turned away and looked at the ground. Even though he wasn't looking at him, out of the corner of his eye, Lucifer glanced at Damien. He was plucking the grass around his body and just letting it fall. Damien's left cheek was pushed against his left knee. The devil smirk, it reminded him of when Damien was younger. "you're my son, you seem to need me more right now." finishing his sentence.

"I'm an adult, I don't really need you..."

Lucifer opened his mouth-

"I just don't understand her! I mean, I tell her everything, about how people think-especially men, how she shouldn't be so damn gullible. And for what! None of it went through, she messed around with Stan-really of all people, my own friend-sometimes, its not even the fact it was him, its mostly because she didn't wait to sleep with him. She..." Damien threw pieces of grass in the air, "just hopped right into bed with him. I mean...I really thought I taught her better than that." Damien placed his hands on his head. "Then this whole Michael thing is all left field." He sighed, "But what's even worst, is the fact she got pregnant not once but... This is the third fucking time... I know she's old enough to make her own choice-no matter how dumb it is- but my mind keeps wanting me to see her as that perfect innocent girl...

Like she was at twelve. As if she never messed around with anyone, didn't do any of the shit she does now, and...I don't know. The more I try, the more it doesn't work. Honestly, dad, I really think I failed as father."

Lucifer could hear his son's voice cracking a few parts. He tried to understand what Damien was going through, but it was hard. Lucifer had a son not a daughter. And even though at some times, his son did impregnate other women, none carried to term. Thus nothing was said. "You didn't fail, Damien."

"How?"

"At least, Kiram isn't a stripper." Lucifer said, trying to make his son smile.

Damien shook his head, "Eh...yeah, at least she isn't." The fallen heir cracked a small smile.

Lucifer stood up then reached down, "come on, maybe we could go out and finish this. Not on the lawn." Damien looked up, then nodded. Taking his father's hand. "Sure, why not." Damien dusted himself off, "I should call up Stan and Jesus, to come with us."

"Why?"

"Well, its more fun to drink with more than one person, plus someone has to get us back home." Damien smirked. "Ah...thanks dad..." He told Lucifer, before going inside to grab his car keys.

The devil smiled and shook his head, "Mmm.."

0-*-*-*-*-*-*-0

All he heard was the line disconnecting as he sat there in his office. Whatever it was it did bother the easily tempered man. Stanley just sat the phone down and rested both hands on his head. This day was too much already. Try as he might to feel a smidgen better, he just couldn't. It was suppose to be a new day, with new problems but the ones from last night had sunk into the day. With the usual autopsy and filling out forms and Kiram up and leaving things got complicated. He knew why she left; it had been months since they spoke. After what he said to her, he didn't blame the woman at all.

A knock came on his cracked opened door. To him he didn't care if the person came in or left, it just didn't matter. Soft heels hurried to him, a slender tall figure sat at the corner of his desk. Of all people to see me, it had to be this one. He thought. Without looking, "What do you want?" He asked.

"Maybe I can take you, get things off your chest." The human woman said. "No." He stated.

Again, the woman tried her luck, he had enough now was not a time to try to seduce him. "Can you please just go, I am busy with this problem."

She glanced down at the papers the flooded his desk-top; they were dated from yesterday. She knew that the girl in questioned had left, without even being discharged. Why would he be so concern over something so trivial?

"Look, she left and that's that, what are you so concern about?"

"What to do with the…"He couldn't even put it in words.

The woman stood up, "She doesn't care about it, and so why do you? Besides it's not yours anyway."

"That isn't the point, and you don't know how she feels about this."

"Not trying to sound mean or anything, but if she did she wouldn't have left in the first place. In fact I bet if the thing hadn't had died, the girl would've just pinned you for it."

He gave her a wicked and bitter glare. "What exactly does that mean?"

"What do you think; she was clearly young and wouldn't know what to do. Except get the guy she was messing with. Face it; you're too charming and handsome to be tied down to some little girl." She started to make a move on him, but he pushed the woman back causing her to fall on her back.

Annoyed she looked at him, but already he was walking out with the files in hand. "Young as she maybe, Olivia, she's defiantly a better woman than you will ever be. The relationship we had is over, but regardless of that and the hate she has towards me I will still be there. Last thing I need in my life is some lowly human woman who only uses demons to satisfies her own needs, like yourself speaking of her in an ill matter to make yourself better," Stan left out the office turning off the lights. "Women nowadays have no respect to themselves or others…and they wonder why men will treat them like that." He mumbled.

Some days like this, he's he messes around with demon women than a human. For now he was by himself on what to do with it. Stan's phone rung in his pants pocket, quickly getting it out, then answering it. "Hello?"

"Stan, are you still at work?"

"I'm about to leave, why?"

"Well hurry your fox ass down here, I am not waiting all day!"

"Damien? You seem to be-" Stan heard shouting from two other men in the background.

"Tell him we have cookies!" said a voice in the background, suddenly after some shifting the voice was clear, "Did you hear me, Stan? WE HAVE COOKIESSS!"

"J-jesus?"

Damien took his phone back, "You got five minutes."

The phone hung up, Stan stood there, the fox demon started laughing. "Ohhhh, this is going to be a long night." He head towards the elevators, hurrying downstairs.

0-*-*-*-*-*-*-0

It took hours to go shopping, but somehow she accomplished it. The first store she went into though, gave her some problems. Considering she had no shoes, shoot she didn't even have pants on. Men were looking trying to see underneath the long shirt; most women talked under their breathe or smacked their boyfriends' head for looking. When she returned to the room, she had bags of stuff she bought. From swimsuits to dresses, she wore a two piece outfit with bright colors. The top was like a tube top, it had a large intense flower that was yellow; the background was a lime-green color it made the plant stick out a little more. The skirt was long and tied on the left side of her hips. On it was the same lime-green color but it bled with blue, yellow, and a soft shade of orange. Kiram wore flat white sandals, as it was not time for the heels she bought. She even had her hair done, in loose spirals curls; which was in a half-ponytail. It looked as if she never was sick.

Sitting on the couch, she couldn't really believe yesterday was her birthday. Why had she been at the hospital all night? She questioned this in her mind. The bags were thrown on the love seat to the left of her. Five out of the eight bags were hers, the rest she bought for Michael. It wouldn't be fair if she was the only one dress for this. Getting up again, she walked to the bedroom. The angel was still asleep. The woman kneel next to the side of the bed, never as she seen him sleep. With her delicate hand; she pushed back his silky black hair from his face. Even in his sleep, he was still gorgeous.

Taking the blue blanket from the edge of the bed, she unfolded it and covered his body. Michael may not have needed it, but something's just didn't matter. Her face was close to his, as she placed it down. That was when part of her soft-cherry painted bottom lip tucked in her mouth. It took everything in her power to resist the guy. He was trying to regain his strength after using most of it to get them here and to heal her. Regardless, she brought her lips out and kissed his cheek. It was a small and simple gesture; he groaned and grunted in his sleep. Turning his body on his stomach. Michael's head now facing the mirrored wall, both his arms were now underneath the pillow.

Kiram smirked and left the room quietly, taking the new purse she just bought that was a soft, vivid pink. Stepping outside she heard soft music in the distance along with people laughing and talking loudly. Curious as she was, the woman went over like a lost puppy, peaking from behind the trees; there was music playing and rainbow colored lights decorating the area. Kiram really did not think people would have a beach party here.

They were all having a good time, laughing, drinking, and getting to know strangers. With the sun almost sinking into the earth in the background; it was amazing. "Are you lost?" Stunned she heard the Russian accent behind her, turning she saw a man look at her, with dark green eyes and a rough brown hair style. "No, no, no, no, no I was just looking around." She said fast.

"A pretty woman should not be alone." He said with charm. Blushing form the comment, Kiram snapped her mind in place. "I'm not alone; my-uhhh boyfriend is in the hotel room."

He had a surprise look on his rugged face. "Boyfriend you say?" His words thick with not only his voice but inquisitiveness as well. He laughed, "I am not suggesting anything, plus I am here with my fiancé. You see?" He said, pointing.

Kiram looked behind her to see a slightly older woman talking to a group of people, like him she had dark brown hair, but her eyes were brown instead of green. As if he knew her, the man grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the party. Kiram, without using her full actual strength, tried to get away. But he was very persistent; she was introduced to the woman who greeted her with a smile. Humans sure are weird. She thought as she was in the stranger's embraced. Being here she learned it was the man—now known by Zakhar—and his fiancé of Czech descendant; Ružena's party. They were to wed in a few days, but for now had invited friends and family; even strangers to join them in a fun event. Even though she would normally be the life of the party, she was surrounded by people she had no clue who they were about. At the bar, she was handed a drink from her left hand side. Looking it was the older woman, who looked about in her earlier 40s. "What is the matter?" She said slowly.

"Nothing..."

"You know, I have daughter your age. I know when somethings wrong."

"Really?"

Ružena nodded, "Yes, she is dating this italian woman. Very lovely, but I fear for my daughter, she' is...how you say...not so stable..."

Kiram laughed, the woman didn't understand it. "Is your daughter a blonde? With red eyes maybe?"

"Y-yes, she is! How did you know?"

"That italian is my friend, Emma." Kiram said, smiling.

Ružena covered her mouth and laughed, "What a small world."

"But I thought she was from..Moldova?"

"Yes, I adopted her from my late brother. Her parents died when she was five, so I adopted her. My sister in law was born Moldova."

For a while after talking, it was silent between them.

"So. Where is boyfriend?"

"On je v místnosti, spí." (He is in the room, sleeping.)

She was surprise to find out the girl even spoke her language, but she was comfortable to know that. Ruženas' English was not the best, but everyday she practice.

"Ach vidím. Tak proč jsi naštvaná? (Oh I see. So why are you upset?)" The woman asked.

"Nejsem naštvaná.(I am not mad)" Kiram spoke to her.

"Jak dlouho jste s tímto mužem?(How long have you been with this man)" She sounded so curious, but Kiram wished she would not asked such questions. It was silence with the two, Ružena smiled a bit. "Tonight is about fun, stop this sulking and enjoy yourself. Tomorrow you worry about your problems, yes?" Faking a smile, Kiram got up and joined Ružena, dancing with her and her friends. She wanted to enjoy herself tonight, but she couldn't help but think something was wrong. After a few drinks; she finally loosens up and was having more fun than she had in months. Out drinking most of the men here, dancing with strangers. All of it was fun and nothing worried her mind. Kiram even went to as far as stripping off her clothes and stayed in her pink bikini.

They were all starting to take photos, and you can bet Kiram was in close to all of them. In some it was a bunch of girls, others was just guys, the rest was mixed. Helping her, Ružena guided Kiram to her room; the woman opened the door for her. She asked if she still needed more help; but Kiram insisted she did not anymore. Stumbling to the bedroom, she tossed her purse on the night stand and headed to the bathroom, with running into the wall a few times before getting it right. She sat against the cold wall, shutting her eyes for a moment; telling herself to relax before getting into bed.

The sun rose early around six o'clock. With the window blinds shut it barely snuck in the room. Yawning he looked up from the pillow and over at the clock that was hanging on the wall. Sitting up rubbing his eyes, he stood from the bed, as he walked to the bathroom; his foot caught the bag on the ground. Michael's other foot stepped on something cold and smooth. Looking down it was her belongings; kneeling down he picked up her things and put them one by one in the bag. Last thing he grabbed was her phone. She missed a few calls, two from her mother, and one from Damien. Damien had sent her a text message, seeing no harm he click the screen to check it, the beginning part of it was saying something about her taking his card. It was when he glance down he notice old messages she never erased. He was going to look at them, but a small groan came from the bathroom. Quickly he shoved the phone back in her purse and set it on the night stand properly.

Opening the door, the scene was Kiram laying on the floor, with half of her clothes off. He kneeled next to her and held her up. Her body was limp, and refuse to focus. "Kiram what happen?"

She was unresponsive, he thought of one thing. Taking her to the shower and setting her down. Michael turned the water on cold, and let it soak Kiram. Shock and wet, the woman woke up and bang her head hard against the tiling. "Damn it, what the fuck!" She yelled. Her eyes slam shut when her headache kick in from the drinks last night. He turned off the shower; drenched Kiram supported herself on the walls her head lowered, body still aching this morning was a nightmare.

"I guess I don't have to ask what you did yesterday evening." Even that light voice he used, rung through her ears like a jackhammer against concrete. "Not now, I need to rest and sleep. No time…"She stopped, her own voice was a pain. Michael knew there was not going to be any time spent together, of course angel he may be; that didn't mean they couldn't be sneaky. Before she could react—which was a good thing considering her hangover left her as slow as a snail—Michael touched her forehead with his hand as he walked out the room.

"Well, I thought we could head out and see this island town." He spoke happily. Still hunched over as she reached the bathroom doorway, she noticed her headaches were gone and she freely could move her head up without being irritated at the lights. Michael was already in the living room when she noticed this.

"What the hell did you just do to me!"

"Does it matter? Your fine anyway." He shouted from the other room.

Rushing to him, she saw he was going through the bags; that she never put away. "Who said I wanted to be, and shouldn't your 'energy' be gone?"

Simply he looked at her as if she was stupid. "You only drank too much, what I did to you just now hardly did a thing to me. Yesterday, was different your body was damaged, it took more strength to heal you."

"Geez, make me sound like a piece of equipment…"She whispered. He picked up a box from the last bag, being nosy he put the stuff back neatly. He could steal from someone and nobody would notice. She thought to herself. Fumbling with the rectangle cardboard he shook it a few times. "What is this?" Sitting down next to him, she opened the box and pulled out a small machine. "I just thought you could use it," She gave it to him, lurching over his bare shoulder. "See it's a LG Ally, kinda newish I guess, but I figure you could use something simple to start with." She said cheerfully.

"Ah…?"

Smiling, Kiram turned the phone on for him. "Its touch screen and everything, really good. And cause I have it to use our source we don't have to go through the humans. Whenever you go back, we could still talk, its really cool!"

"Source?" Kiram nodded, now she sounded like a teenager again. "Yeah, dad got angry, may have killed a few people, long story short; he figure out how demons can still be in Hell and talk to their human friends or lovers or whatever. It's much better than using some out of date satellite or cell-tower." Kiram explain laughing. When it finished turning on, the background screen, was of her. Her face made-up and hair pulled back, it was in the evening, the picture may have been taken right after she got. "See?" He gave a faint laugh at this. Ignoring him, she explained everything about the phone, Michael tried to keep up but of course the girl talk too fast it was hard to get. It didn't matter, her explaining it to him made it seem like she was helping even though he did not need it. The last thing she mentions was it already had her family's numbers in it.

After that long-winded talk—mostly it consist of him listening to her—they changed clothes going out into the morning sunshine. Michael wore a very simple dark blue button short sleeve shirt, leaving the top four open showing a little part of his chest, his scar showed through but not enough to where people were going to ask, and a black and white tropical-print cargo shorts. Kiram on the other hand wore her newly buttoned puff sleeves, pink shirt dress with chest pockets and a tie-front belt. She kept all the buttons together expect for the last three; with her white-glitter wedge flip-flops. Even with the extra height she was still shorter than him.

Kiram felt a little flirtatious this morning. She rubbed her body against his leaning him down to her so she may kiss this archangel. Michael started to go for this at first, then he boldly rejected her. He could not remove that image from that night. This was such an odd feeling, not wanting to touch or hold her. To almost find her repulsive.

She watched him as he walked by her.

"Michael? What's wrong?" She asked.

The last time a guy rejected her, she was left heartbroken.

"Nothing." He lied.

Michael halted, never was he able to do such a sinful thing. He would have told her already. So why didn't he?

Kiram walked to him at his side once more. She did not pick up on this. At least not yet.

0-*-*-*-*-*-*-0

Gabriel was laid out on the dirt arms and legs extended, taking slow and deep breathes. The last few months were dull and lifeless. He didn't have to take on too much responsibility, which to him was an understatement considering he was in fact the second in line. Sure, this one was more rougher and a bit stubborn more than others, but he was no less an angel than anyone else. He was kicked in his left shoulder a few times before responding. Those deep pure emerald green eyes were set on the person next to him. It surprise to him to see a female and not one of his brothers. She sat down next to him, her curly brunette hair was for once un-braided and rested on the back of her neck.

"Something bothering you Sophita?" He asked, trying not to sound so concern.

"A few things are."

His arms moved to rest under his blonde hair, he stopped looking at her and went back to the elegance of the sky. "I want you to apologize to her, Gabriel."

"No."

"What you did to her was unacceptable! She did not deserve it!"

"What I did! Sophitia she dug her whore claw-"

The female slapped the archangel, no it didn't hurt him, but still, "You will not speak ill of my granddaughter...I do not care who you are, she is my family! My blood!"

"You're stepping out of your boundaries."

"I do not care—" again the woman was interrupted.

"You better be lucky you are related to her, next time, you will not be lucky." Gabriel sneered, rubbing the side of his face.

Gabriel did not want to think anymore on the subject of his brother. The tense between the two became intense enough for her to leave.

What made him leave is the true question. Michael just doesn't do things he tells one of them where he is going or his plans. "All this fuss for something girl...how pathetic..."

0-*-*-*-*-*-*-0

A week had gone by and being here made her more happier than she as been in a while. Even with Michael being the way he was. Which was distance, quiet, not listening to her, but sometimes it wasn't that bad. Like today they decided to just relax on the beach. Kiram ran off to get something to snack on, while Michael just laid on the beach watching the ocean. Some people were swimming or sailing. What caught his attention was not too far from him was a family; sitting around talking. Their toddler was running back from forth from the ocean. The little girl ran away from it when the water came to shore and then ran to it as it retreated back. Michael tried to ignore it for a while, but the thought always came back to his mind. To reach into Kir's purse, the angel rolled on his stomach and took out the device Kiram got him. He wasn't sure who to talk to about this. It wasn't like any of his brother have been through it. And he only knew the people Kiram knew. As if that was help. Putting the phone back, Michael ruffled up his hair letting out a loud groan. This is difficult! The archangel shouted in his mind.

"Michael?"

His blue quickly look up, seeing Kir standing there with two ice cream cones. He blinked a few times before fixing his position, now he sat up. "Yes?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She asked, sitting next to him. Kiram handed him one of the ice creams. "Hope you like strawberry." Michael accepted the treat though all he did was stare it down. Like it owed him money. Kiram kept licking hers. "Don't you want it?"

"I do...just-"

"If you don't eat it, I will. Not right to waste it." Kiram said then kept on eating her cookie dough sweet treat.

Michael looked over at her, the girl was eating it as if she never had sweets in her life. After a while his faced turned a deep red. Kiram must have known he was looking because she was eating it slower and slower. Not before long she lick it from the cone to the dull top of the ice cream.

"Are you enjoying this?" She asked, licking her lips.

"u-uh..."

Kiram snickered, "Well actually, I never did it to you before...now that I think about it." Kiram paused, tapping her index finger on her lower lip. "Michael..."

Finally, he began to eat his own ice cream; since it started melting on his hand. " What Kir?"

"Why don't you wanna have sex with me anymore?" She wondered.

"w-wh-what-t?" Michael somehow choked on the ice cream and his words.

"I mean...we've been here for a while, just us...there's nothing stopping you? Why not?"

"First, I'm not basing our relationship solely on sex or anything sexual. Second, if I wanted to, I would. Third, I just...don't want to at the moment."

"Oh..." Kiram sighed, "do you have problems getting it up?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

Michael tried not to blush, "yes, I'm sure."

"Well, how can you be sure if we haven't had sex!" Kiram yelled loud enough that a large group of people heard them. Michael dropped the ice cream and covered her mouth. Kiram let go of hers as well. She blinked over and over; grabbing on to Michael's arms to let her go.

"I just know! Now PLEASE keep quiet!" Michael moved his hand away.

"Fiiiine...!" Kiram rolled her eyes, "will you at least let me suck you off?"

Michael was speechless, once again his face was red and suddenly he was unable to move. Kiram kept on poking him in his face and then played with his hair. Braiding it, twisting it, seeing what he would look like with a ponytail or even short hair. "Michael if you don't snap outta of it in the next five seconds, I swear I will take it out right and go to town on it in front of everyone." She tugged his hair back a little.

The angel eventually did come back to reality, it was just no female has ever said that to him in his life. Kiram giggled and made fun of him for a while after that. When the sun was setting and they walked around the area for a while, she held onto his left arm. "Hmm, I dunno what your problem is, Michael, but aside from that. I'm glad I'm still with you."

"Really?"

She nodded, "yes."

As she was about to let go of him, the angel held on her hand and pulled her back into him. Michael leaned down and gave his short girlfriend a kiss. His hands ran down the back of her white sundress, as if trying to hold her as close as possible. When breaking the kiss, Kiram looked into his blue eyes. "What's that for?"

"Kir, I'm sorry for how I've been acting the pass few days..."

She smiled and casually looked to the side, "no need for it, as long as you don't plan on leaving me. It's fine."

For once Michael laughed and kissed her cheek, "I don't plan on leaving you at all. I love you."

Kiram blushed, she smiled and just nodded again, "I-I...l-l-lo-ove y-y-you-u, to-too." She stuttered like a child.

"You don't need to say it, Kir, as long as you know in your heart you love me, it's fine." Michael assured her. "Do you?"

"Yes."

"Then its fine."

After that Michael and Kiram went inside for the night. The days of their vacation was ending soon. Which was nice because Kiram was starting to miss her family-in a way-plus it was about time Michael did return to Heaven anyway.

Today's the day they had to leave but she decided to go find some place for them to eat since they didn't do much during the day. Somewhere romantic is what she had in mind. She ran out leaving her things but taking her phone. The sun setting was a breath taking scene on the beach. Michael laid on the bed, thinking about what they were going to do after this. About their relationship and whatnot. Honestly, Michael hadn't thought this hard like this for a while-more like thousands of years-regardless he didn't know what to do.

"You would thing being an archangel would help but it doesn't..." Michael told himself. Since things were getting better between them, nothing stop them from doing anything. "Maybe...going back to the original plan would be ideal..." He paused, the original plan was-but, of course, marriage-that was when his heart raced. "How do I go about this? I mean, I don't even know if she would still consider it...or-or..." The angel leaped from the bed and paced around the bedroom. Acting rather, human-(I guess)-he felt nervous and his palms sweated.

Sure, this mighty angel could take on anyone, put his very angelic life on the line, but for some reason trying to come up with a way to propose to a woman-much less, one he loved for almost six years-seemed impossible. Maybe he needed some help?

No...

No, he did not!

He was-well is-the eldest of all angels and beings. He was first created by God, so he can damn well asked her to marry him!

"In fact, I will call her right now. What a perfect way to end this by bringing her back home, officially, as my fiance-well, on our terms..." Michael had to remind himself.

Sitting on the bed again he realized how distance he has been lately. And yet Kiram has not once questioned why, her trust in him had become strong enough for her to let him talk to her when he needed it, Michael knew he wasn't going to find another one like her. And its not like he didn't want to, the angel wanted to for a long time. He reached over on the end table for the phone. Touching the phone, the light from the device appeared. It wasn't what he excepted the picture was of them two together. She was smiling and he had forced one. "She took the other one, did she?" Michael laughed at the idea and clicked a button to call her.

Then the phone had slowed down and even so much went to the wrong thing-confused the angel thought he broke it which was silly these humans should have had better technology than this. Michael quickly tired to get out of the screen. It was no justice though. the screen became white and had that hourglass in the center. He sighed and scratched his head. Seconds later it worked again, but sent him to the text messages on there. Taking a look he was just about to call her when a few words struck him.

He shouldn't have but the date of the message was the day she walked out of Heaven. Her message was to Stan. Saying she didn't want to 'hook' up with him so soon. That what happen between them was only an accident in her state of mind. Michael read their messages and then was one that was a few months old.

There was such an heated feeling in him. He could not explain it. Going from such an upbeat emotion...to this...what was this feeling?

0-*-*-*-*-*-*-0

She held the bag of food in her arms. "So much for going out." She sighed heavily. It was dark and a lot more people were out. She hadn't run into the couple she met earlier. Perhaps they have finished their business. Kiram wonder, those two look so happy together. Childishly she hope Michael and her would be the same in the end.

"Hahaha,I can't imagine that some how..."

Her thoughts made walking to the room no more than a short trip. Opening the door the room was dark and lifeless. Did he leave? There was no sign of him. She sat the bag on the counter and took out a bottle of 1996 Blanc de Blancs. Kiram recall her dad mentioning this being from France. Guess, I'll just surprise him when he gets back...oh! He's probably getting me something! Kiram thought, very selfishly.

When she set the bottle down. Kiram felt a spine chilling presence in the area. Turning around she was met with a pair of bright green demonic eyes. Hands grab her arms tightly holding her very still in place. Pressing her body against the counter.

"M-Michael?" Kiram let out breathlessly.

"Did you ever wanted to be with me?"

She scrunched her eyebrows at the question. "Uhm...Y-Yes...why are you-"

"Don't lie to me."

"I'm not...ow!"

"So the day you left you didn't sleep with him?"

Kiram grew quiet. From her silence he was expecting an answer.

"I g-guess I had too much to drink. I was upset."

He gave a sarcastic laugh, "typical. Did you not tell me a few days ago, that you have not had a drink since that day?"

"What I mean is..."

"Let me hear the excuse you have this time! It seems like you were just stupidly drunk and you fucked him or you were just being a complete whore and you fucked him anyway!" he yelled, "Please humor me on this..."

She never heard this man or rather angel cursed before. Michael was definatly becoming someone different. "KIRAM!" He yelled again breaking her thoughts.

"Okay. I didn't drink anything. But I really was upset. I didn't mean for it to happen!"

He let go of her still the newly found sinister look was on him. "Really well let me go and find some woman, sleep with her and tell you I didn't mean for it to happen." he walked in the bedroom "and yet the damn child was still mine..." he spoke.

Kiram was rubbing her arms, when she caught the last sentence."Child?"

She followed close behind him, which was not the wisest move. Out of nowhere almost she was thrown onto the bed. The celestial male that was on top of her was not the same. Could it be that since all he knew was the kindness of his Father, controlling something like this was hard for him? Kiram placed her hands on his chest and did all she could to get him off. Michael forced her arms down and looked deep within her eyes. She was scared and it gave him an odd pleasure to see such a side. Something in him screamed stop but he didn't want to. To see her body shake and her eyes filled with fear, it was a sick pleasure he was starting to enjoy all to well.

This woman has hurt me...she must pay. To know how it feels when someone you love hurts you...Said the dark voice in his head.

Lowering his head he smelt her skin along her neck. It was a tropical scent that covered her. Her body was covered only by a strapless yellow orange dress. She wore nothing underneath. This flimsy fabric is the only thing keep me from taking her. The voice in his head sounded darker by the second. He opened his mouth slightly; reaching the space between her neck and shoulder.

A sharp pain started there then spread throughout her body. This was not the same it hurt her so much, she tried to wiggle away from him.

"No! Michael stop!" she pleaded with him. He's trying to mark me as his. This can't be happening. Only demons mark their mates. She thought as she cried. Freeing her hands Kiram dug her nails into his chest. It didn't work at first then she went in deeper in him, drawing more blood from his body. Michael let go of her, grabbing her hands once again this time with one hand. With the other he punched her side.

Michael was not finish and it anger him she did not want this. Her eyes were close and tears ran down her face. Not because of the hit but because this is not the person she wants to be with. Michael is different he is not the same kind, sweet loving guy from almost a year ago. Or even when she was younger.

"Don't Michael...please..." Kir begged, her voice was cracking due to the fact it felt like all the moisture from her throat was gone.

Her eyes were red from the few tears she shed, blood ran down her shoulder on to the bed. Michael could still taste her on his lips. Kir's wound was deep and around the marks was black. His head practically fell as he rested on bed, eyes shut fighting the urge to continue. It was a battle within himself the true self wanted to stop. To comfort her and apologize to her, explain what happen so they could work on this. Yet the fallen side wanted to brutalize her, wanted to hear her screams and pleads to stop. Nothing would have given him more excitement than that.

The angel grabbed her dress with his left hand stretching the fabric. Kiram was filled with worry and thought getting closer him would ease him. "Kiram..." he whispered. Still it was no use, in a single motion he torn off her clothing and forced her legs apart. The evil that wanted to consume him, begged Michael to force himself inside of her. Treat her how she should be treated.

In the spur of the moment she was able to kick him off and get up off the bed. Crying and scared she ran for the door to leave. Kiram ran into a few end tables and a few picture frames fell due to the air the passed her as she ran. But Michael was much faster than her though, he got up quickly and rushed to her blocking the exit. Her arms slung to her side, Kiram couldn't move she was literally too frighten. He took a step forward to her, in the moment she turned around on her heel heading to the balcony. Knocking over lamps and vases.

The glass doors flew open and she sprinted to the edge. Before she could jump off, she was grabbed by her ankle. A hand covered her mouth to prevent the humans from over hearing them. The woman threw back her long silver blue hair it only cause him to grabbed her hair. Kiram bit down on his hand. Michael wasn't going to let her go so he dealt with it. His blood ran down her mouth, his hand dripping on the concrete ground.

"You little-!" He growled.

His right leg tucked over her right leg causing her to fall hard on her right knee. The pain so too much Kiram yelped letting go of his hand. Michael then took off his own shirt and used it to tie her wrists behind her back. He also rip a sleeve off and placed it between her mouth and tied it off behind her head. Doing this they were both on the ground and he was bent over her making her head lay in the cooling floor.

Once again he spread apart her legs scraping them as he did. Kiram turned her head around and tried to see if her tear stain face would make him snap back to his old self.

"Kiram…that face isn't going to do anything...its just too bad you won't be able to scream louder." he spoke viciously, the archangel began to penetrate her.

Kiram shut her eyes tight when she felt him pushing inside her. Before he could go any deeper, Kir swiftly let her hips drop and moved forward, Michael slipped out of her. She rushed to her feet, almost losing her balance at one point, Kir rushed inside as if to find another place to escape, but with her state of mind. Kiram didn't know what to do exactly.

As predicted though, she was again in the angels' grip, he pinned her down to the couch, his wings spread. The feathers were shedding rapidly. Turning from white to grey to black. Kiram looked at him, she still being tied and her arms under her, there wasn't much she could do.

"Why are you doing this, Kir!"

She didn't understand what he meant.

Michael held his head down, she couldn't see his face. "Even...even if you were upset, you could have went to anyone...anyone but him...why didn't you?" The archangel ripped the shirt from her mouth. Kiram breathe as lightly as she could. She was gonna to say something but could not.

"Did...you?"

Kiram closed her teary eyes, she didn't want to answer this. "Ask me anything else...but that...we weren't even to-"

"Weren't we? Kir, I still consider us together! Why do you think I left in the first place!"

"I-I just thought it was o-over..." She teared again.

"Because my Father said so? Since when did you listen to anyone except your own thoughts Kir! When!"

Michael placed his hands on her thighs, Kiram tried to move her arms, but the combination of their body weight, started to make them numb "Michael please, don't! Please!"

"I-I...I can't bring myself to sleep with another woman...but I know how to hurt you, in a way you won't forget, Kiram..." Michael's words sounded completely filled with hurt and anger.

Settling himself between her, Michael looked up at her face. Kir glanced at him, his eyes were still green but it looked as if he tried everything in him not to shed a tear, "you miscarried my child...Kiram," he pushed himself inside her, making sure it hurt her. Kiram winced and struggled, "you tried to justify your actions by assuming we were separated, yet you were the one fighting for us!" Michael continued to force himself deeper, "how do you think that makes me feel!"

Kiram cried, "I didn't know! Michael, I swear I didn't know I was pregnant..." she tried to kick him off her, but Kir's body didn't want to respond. "S-stop...I'm sorry," Kiram shook head. She tried to ignore the pain, but whatever he was doing to her, the feeling was just too much for her. "_{Michael...pl-please forgive me}..."

The archangel stopped, he then leaned down next to her, whispering, "_{of course...I don't have a choice...}" His hand on her throat, Michael grip it tight. Nearly cutting off her air supply, and kept pushing himself to the point, it was going pass the cervix-something that is impossible for a human to do, but not for an angel-after the painful moment, Kir's body become limp. She stared up at the ceiling, not looking at anything in particular. She couldn't even scream if she wanted to, tears just kept pouring out of her eyes.

Her mind was thinking back to yesterday, to how he was happy and so was she. What...what happen to that? ...w-why couldn't...it last longer...? Kiram started to black out, he was crushing her windpipe and the bone there as well. Her stomach started to turn, as the pain worsen and the all too familiar feeling of the burning hot liquid came out of her, making a stain on the couch. The angel had his moment, but still kept going. Kiram swallowed the huge 'rock' in her throat. Without Michael noticing, an extension of her body snuck between both their legs. The tail like feature had six sharp points, the main one though was bigger. It hovered near the side abdomen of Michael. She didn't want to but there wasn't much of a choice. The tail struck Michael in the side, the angel yelled and looked but he couldn't get a good look. Whatever was in it, put the angel to sleep.

Kiram's lip quivered as a sleeping Michael laid on her, she retracted the tail, hiding it away. Using what little strength she had, rolled the angel on the floor. A loud thud was accompanied by it a few seconds later. Eventually she was able to work the ripped shirt from her arms. The blood rushed back to her arms, giving her a tingling feelings. She looked down at Michael. Not knowing exactly what to feel. Looking down at her legs, she saw a stream of blood. Covering her mouth with her hand, Kir kneel on the floor.

"...that whole...time...how could I not have known. No wonder why he didn't touch me..." she whispered.

Kiram wanted to be strong, she dragged Michael to the bedroom. Laying-rather throwing-him on the bed. She was still very weak, but Kir didn't want Michael waking up to see her or the room. The best she could, she got in the shower and washed up. She put on a new outfit and picked up her torn one from the floor. She also grabbed Michael's old shirt and manage to get his pants of his body. Throwing all the clothes in a bag. Using her abilities, she cleaned, picked up, fixed anything the was out of order. Even ridding the room of the blood stains. It looked as if nothing happened. Kir also took advantage and cleaned up Michael, healing the small wounds she gave him. Even as to clean his region.

After dressing him, and holding back tears. Kiram threw the clothing away downstairs in the lobby, when no one was around.

"Ma'am!"

"huh?" She turned around one of the staff was behind her with an officer.

"Is everything okay? Guests have been complaining of noises from your room."

Kiram was in shock, she didn't know what to say. "U-Uh it was nothing, we were just playing a game." She laughed it off.

"But-"

"Its nothing, I mean who does it like it rough every once in a while!" She lied, and quickly headed back to the room.

Her arms hugged her body. The air in her lungs became heavy with despair and silent tears spilled from her turquoise eyes. Putting it all together made sense. Times that she felt tired, was dizzy, and even refusing to eat because the smell disgusted her. Why didn't I figure it out sooner! She yelled in her mind. Kiram reached the door and quietly walked it, it should have worn off by now...She thought. Kiram deeply tried to forget it all, walking to the bedroom. How can he even look at me without being reminded?

Kiram, got on the bed, "Michael..." she whispered as she crawled to him. "Michael." Kiram said he's name louder. Blue eyes looked at her. He didn't say anything. Her hands ran through his hair grabbing a handful to bring him up to her. Kiram gave him a kiss. It was soft when it first started but she threw herself into it. Wondering why she did so didn't matter he wanted to feel her lips for sometime but just couldn't bring himself to.

They laid there in each other arms. Not even a place like Heaven can provide the angel with this much affection. His hands twirled her hair around her light breaths touched his chest as she exhaled. "Is everything okay, Kir?"

"Yes.." Kiram said, I guess he doesn't remembers anything...She looked up, "Let's go back to your home..."

"Are you sure?"

The woman nodded. Michael would've ask but he felt he already knew her reasons. She held onto him tighter, this was the Michael she knew and loved, this is how she wanted him to be. Not the way he was earlier. She cried but Michael didn't notice, she buried her face in his chest. I'm not telling him I know about the baby or what he did...he doesn't need to know. Everything's going to be fine, I swear! I'll figure something out.

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Michael dressed back into his homeland clothing and for once Kiram wore white shorts with flat black shoes and a very simple lavender sleeveless top it cover her stomach unlike her past ones. Going straight to Him they ignored anyone that tried to say a thing. Kiram notice Heavenly in the distance, talking to Sophitia. She kept looking at her, but then remembered why she was here in the first place.

He stood in front of them as they approach Him in the garden. His face was calm and un-phased by them. "Michael...Kiram..." He greeted.

"Father." Michael said with respect.

God looked at her and waited. When she realize they were waiting for her to say something, she only raised her hand in a wave like motion.

"I will not stall this any longer. Why should I allow either of you to return? Michael were you not happier on Earth with her? Or was it too much?"

"With all respect Father, you know what has happen already."

"Of course..."

Kiram did all she could to keep her hands on her side. It was natural for her to blame God. He was in fact the one to give and take life. So why must He take the life of their child? Was it His own twisted and cruel joke of separating them or even teaching a lesson? God kept His sight on her.

"Angry at Me, are you Kiram?"

She didn't give Him the satisfaction He wanted.

"I know I have done wrong in Your eyes, it would be right that I receive the exact punishment for my wrong doing. I can only hope You not bring her into it. Kiram has been through enough and suffered terribly."

"Yes...she defiantly has..." God paused, still looking at Kir before focusing on Michael. "But what if I feel you are wrong, Michael? Maybe I do not wish for your return." He added.

"If that was the case, Father, I would not stand before You now. You would have also keep us from entering this place."

"I see..." He paused. "What did you have in mind? To redeem yourselves?"

Michael was not sure what to think of. "I'm not sure..." He could only hope Kiram had something. Michael looked over at her.

Kiram thought for a moment...A way to fix everything. To get it back to normal...

"We...We will fight." Kiram said loudly.

Both beings looked at her, "I will not-" Michael got interrupted.

"I will fight Michael...both of us using our full strengths."

"Kiram..." the raven-haired angel whisper.

"How will this solve anything?"

She sighed and looked into Gods eyes for once. "If Michael wins, You let him return as he once was. No transitions, nothing. No more punishment."

"Hmm. Agreed. But if Michael fails he will be the same as Lucifer. He will join you and your father." God spoke.

"Fine...but either way it goes, we are staying together...cause he's not going to lose anyway..." Kiram sounded very smug.

"Really. Well. Say you do win...can you really stay with him? I mean really." God questioned.

He already knew. Kiram looked at Michael, it was hard too but she did. After what he did, and Michael didn't remember it. It wasn't like she would ever tell him, but would God? Even so- "Y-yes."

The angel was confused by the meaning of their conversation. God stood up and nodded. "I suppose we have a fight coming up."

Michael's eyes widen he couldn't imagine fighting her and with the stakes so high for him. He could not lose, not even to her.

"Another thing it goes until one of you can no longer continue. Understood?"

Kiram nodded as a smirk was on her face."Piece of cake."

Michael reluctantly agreed as well.

God turned His back on them. "You both have an hour to prepare. No more, no less" He left them there as He headed inside.

"Kiram I cannot fight you." Michael held her hand.

She gave him a sweet smile. "It's okay, Michael. You just have to win." The half breed pulled him down and kissed his cheek. "Don't worry Michael, I'm yours forever no matter what you do." She left him there to get herself ready.

The prince of the archangels watched her leave. She threw her hair over her left shoulder. He knew his Father would know if either of them did not use their full potential. If that were to happen, He could declare that he lost and he will be forced from his grace. Michael then laughed, shaking his head,

"Lucifer was unable to have me join him, yet for Kiram I would give it all up." He said to himself. "I'm really glad she wasn't around during those times." Michael chuckled.

The archangel wasted no more time he too went to prepare himself, for a fight he never thought would happen.

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Authoress Note: I am going to clear a few things:

1: Jesus is not scared of Damien...just his temper. No one, NO ONE, wants to see that.

2: I'm terribly sorry for Michael's behavior, I hope this will not effect anyones views/thoughts on him. He's still a nice guy/angel...its just THAT side of him. (When his turning to the dark side...)

3: If you were not expecting that scene between Michael and Kiram, I apologize for that too. I deeply apologize for that.

4:I do notice the favorites and views going up, but I would appreciate a review/comment more. It helps me know what to do in order to improve this story. Not hearing anything back from the readers doesn't help and I write whatever I think fits. Yes, I write this for me but I am sharing it will all of you and I want you guys to enjoy the story/my characters as much as I do. I know I have some grammar errors in there, I hope its not distracting the readers. So please tell me what you think, but I do thank you for reading this, it does mean a lot.

Lastly, do any one of you think Kiram is stupid for not telling Michael what happen? Or even not telling him about Stan. Because while Kiram consider them broken up, Michael didn't. Which brings me to this, do you think Michael should have told her about the miscarriage in the first place before all of this happen? Also, from the last chapter, since being pregnant before, should have Kiram notice the signs? Every pregnancy is different, so she probably didn't think she was.

Is this too much to think about? Perhaps...perhaps.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and sorry about the wait, this one took the longest.