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It was a little ironic in being here. When he first fell, he landed in the pretty park in the middle of New York. A big famous park from what he understood it. Now here he was, looking and exploring the park found in Manuka. It wasn’t nearly as huge, but it was just as pretty and not as crowded. No, not crowded at all. Nick half expected to walk out to see a numerous amount of people rolling around and laughing in the grass. There was only a couple. A pair walking their dogs walked by at one point. Nick stood there with his giant trench coat (even though it was spring, he was growing quite fond of this coat he found himself wearing all the time). It made him feel protected and covered. That probably didn’t make sense to most people, but he wasn’t most people, now was he? He found himself to be a rather unique individual trying to blend with the rest of society. No- that was the problem. He didn’t blend in. He stuck way out. That wasn’t totally bad, however.

Nick actually liked being the attention grabber. There was really no need to be in the spotlight all the time, but he did enjoy his brief moments of it. Mostly, he liked to observe and play. There was a large amount of rather interesting people like him in Manuka. Supernaturals and humans alike were more like fun play toys than anything else. He was out having one nighters, scaring, and practicing a little torturing, all without the influence of some damn heaven overlord whispering over his shoulder. The freedom that he had made him feel like he was alive and breathing air. At first, he had been a little weirded out that there hadn’t been anyone around to look after. What was he possibly supposed to do with his time? Just stand there? But that was when he found the most enjoyable of things to do. Nick was very highly likely to go and amuse himself. Unfortunately, sometimes it had attracted the wrong type of crowd. He had been the target of a few hunters. Oops. However they found the correct weapon, he had no idea. Had been a guardian angel himself, he knew how tightly angels clung onto those things. Made him wonder if after he fell, the weapon just fell somewhere out of his reach and was found? Whatever it was, he had a brand new collection at his room.

With the perks of freedom came the small price to pays. For example- he was reunited with his arch enemy. The very man who first got him killed and into an angel in the first place. Although that turned out for the best, Nick still held a grudge in the fact that him becoming an angel hadn’t been guaranteed. Truthfully, the man hadn’t really killed him. Nick was just hunting him down at the time and went through a hurricane trying to do it. Details. The pirate was back, hanging around still. The only satisfaction that Nick had in the past was that the pirate was dead, but alas. Turns out the man was just as immortal as Nick. A little less so, but hard to kill was hard to kill. It wasn’t going to be easy to capture the man and take him. It would be done if Nick had anything to say about it. Ah, yes, most reunions he had in the past weren’t exactly the friendly smiley cheerful ones. Not his fault. Most of the time.

Nick found a spot under a tree to sit under as he watched a little bit. A small squirrel decided that he would go and check Nick out. Bad plan. He grabbed the squirrel, examining part of the weird creatures he always had to encounter and then threw it. He didn’t throw it very far, but it was enough to make it squeal and land harshly on the ground. As it was limping away, Nick caught sight of a man he hadn’t seen in months, but one he was actually sort of glad to see. The pair parted with a… not mutual feeling towards one another, but that’s the part where Nick came in and properly explained himself. With a sly grin, he strolled confidently over to the dark haired man. ”Why Theon! I didn’t know you landed here! How has it been?” He asked cheerfully with a slight sneer in the way that he said it. Out of all the places to land, he landed here? How peculiar. It seemed that fate wanted them to just intermingle like best friends like before all of this. Though Theon had a few attributes to him that Nick thought would be better if he changed, he was still like a brother to him. It made sense if Theon felt the same way. However, as Nick would soon learn, that would not be the case.

Tag: CJ/Thoen Word Count: 829 Notes: JFOIEPWJAF >:]

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[THEON JACOBI ALASTAIR]

Theon found himself in the park again, middle of the week, welcoming the fact that spring was on the way. Even though it had been the first winter he had experienced, Theon didn't think that it was too unpleasant of an experience. So many humans and other citizens of Manuka seemed to dislike it: something about the cold. However, the cold hadn't been dreadful or too much for him to muster. The fallen angel thought perhaps the fact that he wasn't human was to blame for his resistance to the cold, but he didn't dwell on it. He'd had some good experiences in winter: a lovely first date with a beautiful woman that he was really growing to care for, seeing snow fall for the first time, and running early in the morning surrounded by ground blanketed in white fluff. The park had changed now, different from when winter held it in its grasp, and watching everything come back to life again and return to its previous state of green was enchanting to the young man.

There was a little lake nearby, and for a moment, Theon considered inviting Scarlett on another date, perhaps where they'd rent a little paddle boat and get lost for a while. Conversation between the two of them was easy, and her wit was something that he never tired of. The blonde was just so interesting, that Theon knew he could spend many an afternoon with her, just talking about everything and nothing all at once. Every time he thought of her, he knew that his heart would beat a little faster, would that it only could. However, there was no mistaking the feeling that seemed to grow within him every time a fond thought passed his way – caring for her was changing him, and for the better.

It hadn't been too long since he'd fallen from the Heavens and lost his family, but the events in Manuka had given him hope that he could build something good for himself here. Manuka wasn't a safe city, because he knew there was darkness lurking just out of sight; he'd heard stories, just like everyone else. But Manuka was comforting, somehow, and made him think that if he had to spend eternity without the people he loved so dearly, at least he could make the most of it here. The bitterness that had resided in his heart for so long was finally starting to dissipate, and the weight on his shoulders made it easy for him to breathe again, no longer caught up in emotions that he knew would go without closure, despite the fact that he wished for some kind of cure to the ills that had been wrongfully thrust upon him. But, seasons changed on earth, and Theon was beginning to take notice of the life around him, modeling after the natural way of the world.

Today, he was looking for jobs in the local newspaper, hoping that there would be an opening somewhere that would give him some greater purpose and perhaps a little more money than odd jobs saddled him with. Settling in on a bench, the curly-haired man grabbed the newspaper and a red pen, and began to read and circle possibilities that struck his interest. He circled want ads for a part-time dog-walker, a home caregiver, and a librarian's assistant. Then, he saw a man walking toward him, and nearly lost his entire focus when the face registered to him. Theon dropped the pen and crumpled the newspaper in his fist that balled of its own accord, nearly shredding it with the strength the young man had, but seldom used. Destin greeted him with a smile and kind words, but Theon knew enough of his lies. He'd seen enough and had tasted the bitter sting of betrayal. He had loved this man once, as his own brother, even though they didn't share blood, and with one fell swoop, this man had taken everything he'd ever known from him and cast him out over one pretty lie.

”Destin,” Theon seethed. His voice was sharp, and the word came out in a hiss, like bile in his mouth. ”I will not tolerate any more of your games. Stay away from me,” Theon replied, his eyes darker and his entire posture rigid. The fallen grabbed his newspaper and pen, then started to walk past this man, not wanting to turn to violence, but feeling the hurt come back to his heart like a knife or a scab ripped from a healing wound. How can this be happening?

[/color] Theon thought, his mind all in a panic. But the last thing he wanted was for Destin to see him weak or watch him crumble. No, Theon had tried to forget there was ever a chance that two paths could cross again. It was a better and more worthwhile hope that the damage had been done, and they'd go their separate ways, for good. Or maybe if they did cross again, which was the more likely situation when two beings had eternity to live on, it would be thousands of years, when Theon was settled and didn't feel the pain as intensely. It seemed that again, fate had turned its back on him, leaving him to wonder if anyone really was looking out for him anymore, or if he'd become just another lonely, aimless soul in the universe.[/justify]

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So perhaps there was a little teeny-tiny, itty-bitty, white lie that came out of Nick’s mouth to cause both of them to fall. Or, it caused Theon to fall while Nick was already destined to fall so that he was able to break through the chains of the heavens. All his life, he had been told that the afterlife was glorious, sitting with God having tea. Just as long as you were good. Nick did some bad things, but he thought he had been a good little solider. They had lied to him. They weren’t letting him rest in peace. Now he was just going to have to make up for all of that. This afterlife was much better than his actual life. That he’d agree with. He hadn’t experienced it very long and he already knew the truth behind that. Even if he did kind of sort of betray Theon and made him lose everything that was dear to the man, Nick thought all of that was just small sacrifice for the big picture. A picture he had wanted to share with his friend. It was easy for him to come up with words so persuasive. It was one of his best traits. Theon shouldn’t have felt so bad.

Very quickly, he observed Theon. Gripping a pen and a newspaper in what looked like job hunting. Nick supposed he should probably be getting to that very soon as well. Good man, already ahead of the game. He was even wearing those converse shoes that was so popular among young people those days. He thought about blending in with clothing, but the most he was going to do was probably just wear the coat everywhere. He liked it. It almost suited him somehow. Made him look profession and mysterious. Some of the best acts had been by people wearing coats as long as his just to rip them off and show the world something else. He believed they called them “flash mob.” The look on Theon’s face didn’t really match Nick’s, however, and that was confusing to him. He even heard his old heaven name. Most of the time, he would correct the name (as he had done with Vladimir- that damn vampire) but Theon had every right to call Nick Destin. That would be the only exception.

The words came out in a hiss. Oh, bother, the man was still annoyed about the whole ordeal. Couldn’t’ he see that this open air was cleaner than the polluted skies? Nick wasn’t even sure if he missed flying. He could just go up in one of these plane things they had and go around the loop like that. Nicolas was able to do anything he wanted because he was free. Theon actually started walking away, his curly hair bouncing with fierce steps. A very confused fallen angel followed him, never being good at hints to stay away. Or if he did get the hints (as he did a little now) he ignored them. ”Dear brother, you’re not still mad at me, are you?” Yes, it was obvious that Theon was very angry with him although he did have to admit how much the man was keeping his cool. The question wasn’t really something for Nick, but something for Theon. So that he was able to think about the answer. It was the start of his manipulative speeches. Always started out with rhetorical questions he already knew the answer to if he were to answer.

Surly Theon had found people. He was much kinder- sometimes Nick thought too kind but not everyone could be a hardass or nothing would be accomplished. People liked kinder. Theon had always fit well in the heavens. Nick hadn’t really fit in well although he was liked by his peers for his witt and humor. It was all different now. Everything was turned around, but all of it was so worth it. Nick had gotten so much into the manipulative moods and persuasive words that it was just out of habit now. The poor angel knew what was going after him. Theon was much more prepared for Nick than others were, but he could never deny when they were close. When they were brothers. ”You must know I would have never lied to you if it weren’t for your best benefit.” That was the part that Theon seemed to be blinded by. The very calm fallen angel had no idea what was going to come at him in a couple of moments. Nicolas was not even prepared for it. The most fierce he had seen in the past was when Theon had been training for having someone to protect. Wasn’t he glad to have that weight on his shoulders? If Theon still wanted to go out and save people, he could do that because he wanted to. Not because he was being ordered around, but because he had the desire within his heart.

Hopefully no scenes would be caused in the middle of the park. There wasn’t a lot of people to witness the event, but the poor humans in the area might get a little eye opening. Honestly, in Nick’s opinion, they should all get an eye opening detail, but he didn’t want to be known as the man to start this war. The war was already brinking and he was sure when the time came, he would join forces. Until then, he was going to remain in the ranks of being unknown. It was clear he was on the dark side, but he still wasn’t going to provoke any behavior. A leader was going to have to step up, but that large of a leader wasn’t someone that Nick wanted to go in history as. He wanted to go in history as the person to lead them. Not the idiot that got killed and started it.

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[THEON JACOBI ALASTAIR]

When the body suffers a trauma, it goes into shock. That's medicine. Science. When Theon first fell from the skies, from his home, he had taken comfort in learning facts that would help him adjust to the new world that he was living on. Even before, when he was an angel, he hadn't gotten to spend very much time on earth. Because he was so new, and still in training under the watchful eye of his parents, other mentors, and Destin, he hadn't gotten a charge because he hadn't yet completed his training. However, his parents did take him down to the human world a few times, just so he could experience the difference and try to get used to having a corporeal form for the first time. That definitely took the most getting used to. After he had fallen, Theon felt like his physical body had gone into some kind of shock because he wasn't used to having it, and his wings being ripped out had been the most trauma he'd ever experienced. But the physical pain faded eventually, and he was left with the crippling wave of emotions that came from another great loss: everything he had ever loved, all the dreams he'd ever had, everyone he'd ever known... they were gone. Theon would never, ever be able to go to the heavens to see them, and because he knew the facts and rules surrounding being a guardian angel, he knew that his parents would no longer be able to contact him, since he was one of the 'damned.' One of the fallen.

Learning about human life had been helpful, because it allowed Theon to blend in, interact, understand changes in his body and how to cope with an entirely new world on his own. It was like being born again, in a way. Except this time, he had no mentor. No parents. Nobody. Learning and drowning his sorrows in textbooks and story books and any other books he could find was also a comfort because it took his mind off all the tragedies that kept him away at night. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see two swirling lights circling, his mother and his father, and his mother's screams when the higher angels made him corporeal just long enough to rip the wings from his back. Then, he heard a sob-wrenched scream that could only belong to his mother and fell, ripping through the clouds, falling from his salvation, his aspirations, his home. That was more than enough to make him a lonely, haunted being.

Things got better eventually when he started to understand socialization and started hoping that he could do some good in the world without the heavens and without his parents' guidance. Theon had met Keller, and she was wonderful. Eleyna had been one of the first people he could actually consider a friend. A chance happenstance at a coffee shop saw him taking down a gunman who was attempting to rob the place with so many humans and other innocents nearby. On that day, the policemen that came to arrest the man he had detained had called him a hero, and Theon finally began to feel like maybe life here wasn't going to be miserable forever. There was a silver lining to all the darkness that surrounded him. With Eleyna's encouragement, he was even looking for different jobs or a bigger career that might help him really make a difference, which had always been what he wanted. It had been what his parents wanted from their only son. He could make the best out of something terrible.

But now, he was faced with the man who had ruined everything, and Theon felt his body start to go into shock again, probably to mask a depth of anger that he wouldn't be able to comprehend. When Destin called him 'brother,' everything in him froze and his veins turned to ice. Theon felt a heat and a stillness that made him aware of every sense in his body, and all he wanted was to cause Destin pain. ”No,” Theon said sharply, his voice lower than he'd ever heard it. He almost sounded like his father with a powerful, commanding tone. Strong. Assertive. ”You lost the right to ever call me 'brother' when you betrayed my parents and betrayed me. You took everything I ever loved. You don't get to try to make amends.”

Every word Destin said now sounded like lies from that silver tongue. Every word sounded like the lie that had gotten Theon to take pity on his 'brother.' To believe that he'd made a horrible mistake and felt guilt and shame, but when it was too late, Theon realized that it had been his plan to fall all along, and he wasn't going alone since Theon had played right into his hands. Fool me once...

”I must know? No. What I know is that you are selfish, reprehensible, and beyond any hope of redemption,” Theon said angrily, spitting out his words like every ounce of venom that had ever built up in him from months and months of grief. ”You are damned, Destin. Not me. And I won't have anything to do with you or your lies any longer.” Theon started to back away from him, not stupid enough to turn his back on this dangerous man that he once thought he knew. Later, when he got back to his apartment, he would lie in his bed and weep like he used to do after he had first fallen. But now he had to appear strong. Right now, Theon knew that any sign of weakness might make Destin think he was prey and try to fill his head with more lies and more hopes to convert Theon to his twisted sense of beliefs and honor. But Theon knew better. This man had stolen everything, and the only good that would come from his existence was when he was would cease to exist.

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It wasn’t a surprise to anyone that Nick had seen many angry faces in his time. He made many people angry. It didn’t bother him all that much. Very few times had someone really seen his true angry face. During his time as an officer, it was constantly on. After the entire death thing, Nick had found he hadn’t really needed it. Most of the time, he was too calm. He hadn’t cared. During the last few years of his angel time, he found himself more tense. That had been released and now almost nothing was in his way of everything he wanted in this world. Nick could do whatever he wanted. Now Theon could too, which was why when that man turned around with the look on his face, Nicolas was utterly confused. Watching all of this didn’t make sense to him. The fallen angel would continue to use his persuasive manipulative words during this time. Theon wasn’t in his right mind and had to be reasoned with.

The face he was making wasn’t the only thing that seemed off about him. Nick felt almost intimidated by how dark Theon’s voice suddenly became. Lower and darker than he ever remembered, and the pair had indeed spent much time together. It was a voice that he had not recognized to come out of Theon’s mouth. It made him tense up a little bit. Although he was generally a calm guy, he saw when something looked something worth a threat. His face became a little harder, but he didn’t move. His blue eyes just turned into a very hard ice color, wanting to be prepared for anything. It was hard to prepare for this. Theon was acting so out of character, he felt like he was dealing with a stranger. He had taken falling much too hard. It was painful, yes. The emotion it could have caused was powerful, agreed. That didn’t mean it was bad for him. It was the way you looked at it. Nick’s dark heart had once cared for his brother, but it was a dark heart none the less. Not to mention he didn’t see the point of view Theon was referring to. Unknown and confused.

Oh- yes, Theon had always been a parent’s good little boy kind of guy. Nick couldn’t even remember his parents. Parents were something just to bring you into the world and optional if you wanted to get along with them or not. It seemed Theon had taken the close relationship path. Mistake. ”But I gave you this new light! Don’t you see what this world down below has to offer you? You don’t’ have to wander around following some weak fool in order to protect his well being. You can live. Forever Theon. Your existence doesn’t depend on someone else.” His words in a powerful influencing tone, but nothing that sounded like it was challenging. There was a hint of confusion at some points, as Nick wasn’t even close to understanding Theon’s problem. It was up to him to get the man back on his feet. Lead him to the path that Nick was also walking in. It might take a little bit, but the man was motivated to do so.

These insults did not surprise him. Yes, there was slightly shocking coming from Theon, but he also knew he had gotten these before. Theon mentioned redemption and there was an evil smile that crossed his lips. It hadn’t meant to come in the time of trying to convince Theon of something else, but it seemed too appropriate. It was unpleasant and one that might have made small children cry. All he needed was demon’s red eyes and it would be complete. Heaven had made a mistake with Nick. He didn’t deserve to be placed among the fallen. Honestly, he fit more with the demonic community. It was one of the perks of being him. Persuasive and somewhat lovable for those who didn’t truly know him. Theon discovered it the hard way, even if Nick was trying to bring him back to his side.

”Oh the insults.” He shook his head, ”Redemption is only for those who can die. You think you can be welcomed back if that were to happen? Oh no, they are much too strict. You know better than I do the chains they bind and the rules they place upon us. Please, don’t fight me anymore. You know it. I know it.” Nick took a step toward him only because Theon was backing away. It wasn’t time yet. The fallen angel would not dare attack the other, but he would defend if it ever came to that. He hoped it wouldn’t get that far. Despite what Theon thought of Nick, Nick did treasure his friends highly. Truth being he didn’t have many friends. He was a pretty terrible friend to say the least. He didn’t feel like he was loyal to anyone. Nothing was going to hold him down or make him do something he wasn’t going to. However, he still valued them. Nick just was never sure how and never understood what was implied in the friendship. It was never his concern, and he doubted that it was going to change now.

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[THEON JACOBI ALASTAIR]

Theon knew that he wasn't exactly the most intimidating man on the planet. It wasn't in his nature to be intimidating, and usually, he was a calm mix of kind and sweet that he hoped would be likeable to most people because really, all he wanted was to find his place in the world, maybe make some friends. Being social had been a slow progression, and he still hadn't perfected speaking with strangers or holding a conversation extremely well, but he felt that he was doing all right. There were a few individuals that had given him confidence and made him think that really, he had a chance at blending in to this world. It wasn't perfect, of course, because he still missed his parents and his home, but if he was going to make the best of things, the former angel knew he had to start somewhere. However, this random meeting with Destin wasn't helping his usual calm and sweet nature – no, this was making him aggressive and fast.

Where did Destin get off treating him as if nothing bad had transpired between the two of them? Theon's mind was a whirlwind of confusion, questions, and ill-placed logic as he considered the possibility that Destin didn't know what he had done was wrong. How could he know? How could he possibly think that he had been doing Theon some sort of favor by taking everything he thought he wanted from him? Destin earned him damnation, separation from his family, crippling pain by having his wings torn out – and all to someone who had never done a bad thing in his life. All to someone that Destin proudly called brother. Destin was someone that Theon's own parents had trusted at one point, and they only realized their mistake when their son was taken due to said person's overdue diligence and skewed moral code. The former angel felt his hands balled into fists, and he knew that if he couldn't have redemption, he wanted some sort of justice or revenge. His parents had always told him that revenge was ugly, and he wasn't an ugly person – he was above the human desire for vengeance, and Theon had believed them. But now that he was one of the fallen, wasn't he more susceptible to picking up typical human emotions? The curly-haired man grit his teeth, listening to Destin's words, explanation, lies... none of them meant anything to him anymore. All Theon felt was rage. Rage was one of those ugly emotions, too. Beyond anger, close to hatred, and for most of his life, Theon had hoped to live far away from these ugly, black emotions. Now, he felt them swirling, wanting to consume him, and all he wanted was to hit Destin in his smug face as hard as he possibly could.

But that would start a riot. That would cause a scene. Theon had to force himself to remain calm as Destin finished speaking about a 'new light' and his freedom from the chains that bound him in heavens. Oh, how part of him desperately missed those chains. ”You gave me nothing but darkness and suffering,” Theon said, and his words weren't angry for the first time since he started speaking to his former 'brother.' Theon's words were sad, quiet, honest. He was speaking with the part of him that was broken. ”I miss them. My parents. They were good people – they loved you, too. They placed me into your care, and you destroyed their trust, and left me in a world that I was never meant to know.” Theon looked at the ground, at the earth beneath his feet and all the feelings that he had experienced when he'd first fallen came back – he was never meant to walk this earth. He was one of the rare angels who was born into heaven, created from his parents, and meant to carry on their legacy. Most angels knew life on earth before they died and joined the Heavenly Host, but not him. ”Maybe you wanted to come back here, Destin, but this... this was never my home.”

He couldn't understand why Destin thought Heaven was such a curse – it was beautiful. There was no hurt, no pain, no suffering. All they had to do was guard and protect people. Violence was a thing of the past, after the great war between Heaven and Hell, there was peace. True peace. Wasn't that why so many humans aspired to end up in Heaven at the end of their days? Wasn't that because it was such a beautiful place? Then, Theon started to feel the rage jump within him again – he had been pulled out of heaven. Out of paradise. Destin had done that to him. So the insults spewed like ugly wildfire, hoping to catch a nerve, hoping to burn, hoping to make this reprehensible creature realize what he had done. But the darkness that replied was something that Theon wished he had seen before – maybe then he would have known to stay away. This time, when Destin spoke to him, it was almost as if he was proud of his twisted handiwork, and Theon's hands balled into fists again.

”I know I'll never be allowed to go back,” his words were fire as he spoke, and his eyes were solid with pain and anguish when he looked at Destin. ”But we can all still die. You can still die, and so long as you're on this earth with me, I swear by my parents that I will find a way to end you.” Theon knew that it was dangerous, what he was doing – in a way, Destin's age gave him strength, but Theon had read so many stories about the underdog. He had always wanted to be a hero, and if his biggest heroic act was ridding the world of someone so vile, then he could be proud of his actions. It wouldn't happen any time soon, he would have to bide his time, but like Destin said... he could live forever. ”I will fight you until the day I die, and since you've cursed me to this existence, I will pledge my life to continuing the work I would have done before on dirt and rock instead.” Could good prevail over evil? Theon wasn't certain, but he had high hopes and a strong spirit. His parents had given that to him, and not even someone truly vicious could take that away.

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The fallen angel was confused. Pain? Suffering? What had happened to him since he had fallen to Earth. Well, the suffering part might have been the wings being ripped out. Okay, Nick did have to admit that was probably one of the worse pains he had ever felt in his life. Try imagining someone pulling your leg off of your torso. Someone ripping an arm clean off. Times that by ten. That’s what it had felt like. He remembered being smug, ready to finally break free, then suddenly- fuck, ow, what was that? In of course a very deep expression. Destin had even cried out- something he never let himself do in times of weakness, but there had been no other option. That wasn’t a pain you were able to clench your teeth to and let it pass like it was a small bite. The pain was something that he wouldn’t even re-create for his enemies. Unless that enemy was Vladimir, then that was a good possibility, but that was it.

He hadn’t meant that small part for Theon. Yet, how else was he supposed to do it? Fall and then go get his brother later? No- he’d never listen to him. He still wasn’t listening to him. Nick sighed, as if he were dealing with a small child, ”Darkness and suffering? You’re telling me nothing here has changed your life?” He lifted his eyebrow. One of the reasons he had picked Theon to come down with him was he had always known the man to be strong. Someone that would survive this world and live to the greatest. Nicolas couldn’t say that this world was all full of flowers and rainbows. No. But it had something better if you were strong enough to climb that far way up to the top. He always pictured Theon falling helplessly for some maiden. It was in his personality. Nicolas could never imagine or picture something like that. In fact, the thought of it made him slightly sick. Even in his past life, he had never married. He got along better with men anyway.

To someone that had more heart, what Theon said might have twisted it around some. For someone like Nick, it just made him stare at Theon. It was almost as if he were pitying him for thinking that highly and Nick caring very little of what others thought of him- positive or negative. Sure, everyone liked to be liked, but it was easily replaceable. ”Ah, yes. I do regret not mentioning it to them or brining them in it- as they must have known what it was like. But I couldn’t bring all my friends from heaven with me. I decided to bring the closest. Someone who would enjoy it. Take ahold of it.” Perhaps he chose wrong. This was not the thanks he was thinking of. He had been expecting hard feelings at first, but after a while, he must have seen this was for the best. He must have. ”And that was the saddest part of all.” He added with a large evil smile, clasping his hands together thoughtfully, as if he were saying all of these things like they were on a script. Nicolas stopped thinking about what he said to others. After a while, it was his natural ability to be manipulative. He had no idea how close heaven had been to Theon. He had no idea of that love and purpose he felt up there since Nick had not felt it himself. If he would have known, it wasn’t a common thought that he would actually care. He might have just left him alone.

A laugh escaped his lips. Not the light laugh he had been using all this time, but a hysterical menacing laugh that could make shivers crawl up spines. His eyes turning more icy than usual as his bright white smile glistened. A demon in their true state couldn’t have been more terrifying than he could have at that moment. Oh, if only he had more power. Nick felt that darkness swell in him, and he embraced it instead of pushing it away. He let it fill him as he felt every emotion that made him fall in the first place. If it were possible to change his eye color, it would turn pitch black. Now, Nick was just amused. The way a hunter might have looked at his prey. This game that Theon was threatening to play was extremely dangerous for Theon. Although Theon couldn’t have looked more dangerous at that moment, Nick tried not to let that intimidate him. Even if it did a little bit. An unpredictable enemy might be fun, now thinking about it. ”Don’t be so drastic. People who say stuff like that against me lose.” And Lord knew how many enemies had said that to Nick, ”Don’t make me fight you Theon. I don’t want to kill you. We have gone very far back. I’ve seen some of your finest tricks. But let me assure you- you haven’t seen mine. Heaven and it’s silly rules wouldn’t allow me to use them, you see. But now, I believe, I have my rights back.”

Nick would have never bet in a million years that he would be standing, facing his long time friend, making sure that he knew not to play this war with him. Nick played dirty, and Theon was a righteous man who played for honor. As Nick peered at Theon, he realized with a devlish smile that Theon had never looked so angry. So full of rage from his head to his toes. His fists balled up. His eyes filled with fury. Oh, this was even better. With that same smile, he mused, ”Although I could be wrong. I’ve never seen you like this. Feels powerful, doesn’t it? Like you could take down buildings with a single stroke.” Anger and obsession was what got him into heaven in the first place. It was his fatal weakness, but he had figured out to put his weakness into the strength he needed. Don’t Theon. Please. Nick was being sincere when he said he didn’t want to fight Theon. Or kill him. But he would if that’s what he needed to do. Brother or not.

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[THEON JACOBI ALASTAIR]

Rage wasn't a good color on him, and the young fallen angel knew it. All his life, he had tried to uphold his parents' ideals and the ideals of the heavens to their rather high standards. Theon wanted to be good, kind, considerate, compassionate – all the qualities that the legendary guardian angels, the true 'do gooders' possessed. Perhaps it had been a naïve thought, but Theon knew without a shadow of a doubt that he wanted to be a reason why there was good in the world, and why hope continued to blossom even in the most unlikely of places. Losing his wings had been... devastating for a number of reasons: the betrayal of his 'brother,' a loss of his family and his home, and a sense of complete and utter lack of belonging. On earth, Theon couldn't really say definitively who he even was anymore. Which was why Destin, the heartless traitor, spoke words that made his blood boil, despite the fact that he had always tried to live above rage and anger, lest the blackness of the emotions seep into his heart and change him from the inside out.

The patronizing sigh that Destin released hit Theon, and the question made him pause for just a moment. Had anything here truly changed his life? Was there any reason for him to think that Destin had done right by him, somehow, and shown him a better way? The fallen angel's mind traced over the events he'd experienced on the earth since he had fallen: there had been a few 'friends,' troubles with money and finding a place to live, difficulty establishing his own identity and learning about societal norms... other than the 'friends,' those were all rather negative. For a moment, his mind flashed along thoughts of Keller... her beautiful smile, the way she spoke to him, the date they'd had. That had been... a gift. A rare gift, and something he treasured, along with something that he might not have ever been able to have if he had adhered to the strict rules of the Heavens, but it was still a gift. It was unknown whether she alone would change his life... so, at the moment, he had his answer. ”No, Destin. I cannot tell you that anything here has changed my life because I was never meant to be here in the first place. It's rare, for the higher powers to allow two angels to bear a child, and yet they gave me to my parents without consequence. Does that mean nothing to you?” His voice was shaky, angry again. ”Because it certainly meant something to me, and to them.”

It seemed to bring them onto the subject of his parents, which was a topic that the younger man found that he really hated talking about with Destin. To him, this man had no right to even think about them anymore, what with the depth and ferocity of his betrayal to them – he had essentially stolen their only son, their pride and joy, and damned him to walk the earth along without his wings or their guidance. Then, what he said all but made Theon quiver with unbridled, undiluted rage. 'Bring them with him'? What nerve would a man have to possess to be so bold as to insinuate that he might have considered taking Theon's parents, too? Ridding them of all the hard work they had done with a single snap of those fingers. Theon's jaw clenched; what he wouldn't give for the strength and ability to break every single bone in the man's body just so he might feel a taste of the pain Theon was going through. What he had gone through with all those lonely nights spent crying himself to sleep. ”Do not ever speak of my parents that way. You have no right, because... ugh!” The little cry Theon released at the end of his sentence was equal parts frustration and anguish, and punctuated it in a way that mere words never really could. The young man's chest was heaving a little, his hands were shaking, and his vision blurred, just for a moment, before a sense of calm... like the quiet before a storm, really, slipped over him like clean linen sheets that were welcoming him to a night's worth of restful slumber. ”You're a monster, Destin. A monster of the worst kind, and I'm... I am ashamed of myself for trusting you. That might be the worst part of all of this.”

It was clear that his words had no affect on this monstrous being. Destin didn't feel hurt, nor shame, nor pain, and Theon didn't know what had happened to him to make him so heartless. So evil. In anyone else, Theon might have scrounged up at least a modicum of pity and attempted to sympathize with the plight that someone must have gone through in order to be so cold and dreadful. Whatever Destin had gone through, Theon found that he didn't even care – even though a more pleasant existence might have equated in a more pleasant individual, the former angel found that he really only wished suffering upon his former 'brother' now. Which was completely unlike him, but he found that when it came to this man, he was something of a loose cannon, even when he was outright threatened in response to a threat of his own. ”That won't always be true. Besides, we'll live forever. I have plenty of time to finish what you started.” His teeth were gritted, his voice was low, and his posture was nothing short of aggressive. Even when Destin was patronizing, even said he didn't wish to kill him, Theon didn't listen. The words were just words now, and even though he probably should have taken the threats more seriously, there was adrenaline and rage pumping through him like he was some sort of electrical conduit. A livewire. ”I'm not afraid of you. You might think you'll terrify me, make me run away like some scared child, but I'm not a child anymore. And you taught me very much of what I know. I'm not afraid to use it against you. I've picked up a few tricks of my own.”

When he'd first made it to earth, Theon had healed and then spent most of his free time – which was all of his time, really – devoting himself to becoming strong. He learned how to fight, use weapons, build up his strength. Theon had pushed his body to the limits, hoping that causing himself physical pain in an attempt to becoming a stronger, more worthy adversary should this day ever come, might take his mind off the emotional suffering he endured. And Destin didn't know any of that. So, even if the man was physically stronger, maybe even smarter, he might be able to get the upper hand, even for a moment. That moment, Theon decided, might have to be enough if he was brave enough to follow through with what his body and heart seemed to desire: vengeance. ”I don't care about taking down buildings, my friend. I only care about taking you down. And I will. One day.”

He wouldn't win this fight today, that much was certain, but when that smug, pleased with himself smirk passed Destin's lips, Theon just couldn't take it anymore. Before the other man seemed to be fully aware of what he was doing – or he might have been entirely aware, Theon neither knew nor cared – the younger fallen angel recoiled his fist, cocking it back, and swung it forward toward Destin's face as hard as he could, hoping to feel bones crack underneath his fist.

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Perhaps he had seen Theon too soon. Yes, that’s what it was. The man clearly hadn’t been on Earth long enough to really tell the difference. How foolish of Nick. He should have guessed this would happen. He had known nothing but heaven, which to him was all fine and dandy. It would have to take a couple of moments or years to really change his mind about the place. Nick might disappear. Seek out other cities to live in while Theon got his head cleared up and everything. Then Nicolas would return. See how he was doing. Theon would then foolishly and sheepishly apologize to him for acting so irrationally on this day. This moment. Nick was counting on it to happen. As smart as the man was, he was extremely narrow minded to his own thoughts and opinions. Everything else was bounced off, and he would have some good excuse for it. The man was indeed cocky enough to think his own ideas were always the truth. As he did it very logically to a point where it was hard to really argue with him. That’s usually how he got his way. Yet, he should have known that Theon would still be under the shackles of Heaven even after falling. It never occurred to him. Well, it was certainly occurring to him now.

It was hard to take any of Theon’s threats seriously. While Nick knew he was a fearless fighter in training, he didn’t believe the man would actually take a swing at him. There was nothing to suggest that except maybe the way Theon was standing. Talking. Still, he felt like he knew the man too well. Turns out, not well enough. Right now, all he had to do was treat him like a child. Perhaps then the child would fully understand. When he asked if it meant nothing to him, Nick gazed at him. Why would it mean something to him? Because it was his parents? He thought Theon would be well out of that life for those reasons. Why should he be forced to serve as a guardian for someone else just because he was born into it? ”I don’t understand,” He said, looking at him with a complex confused expression on his face, ”You’re parents decided to lead you in the path they chose for you. Does that not make you angry? Didn’t you want to go on your own path?” Taking it from a man who was born at the bottom of the totem pole and under strange and rare circumstances, climbed up the ranks. It hadn’t been easy. Which was why he was determined to make sure to get out. You couldn’t reach any point higher when you were a guardian. Forever a guardian.

The cry was something rather usually amusing to Nicolas. He liked to see others in frustration, pain, anger, sadness. Any emotion that he wasn’t currently feeling. Still, he didn’t think of Theon as an enemy at that particular moment. It was slowly starting to change the more these two went into conversation, but as of that moment. He could have picked anyone to come down with him to heaven, but he chose Theon. Did that mean nothing to him? He felt tempted to repeat back those words, but it would imply that he cared more than he showed. That was clearly not acceptable in his cold icy blue eyes. Oh yes, the monster speech. A wicked grin grew on his features, ”I don’t think monster would be the right description for me. Monsters, in most good stories, lose. You still can trust me Theon. But you’re too stubborn of a child to recognize it.” Did child slip through his tongue? Oh, Nick wasn’t bothered by it much. He had been treating him like such for the entire conversation.

Finish what he started. Well now Nick was curious. ”Oh, what did I start? What do you plan to finish and how do you plan to finish it? Please, just tell me all your battle details. This is just fascinating.” Now treating him more in the way that he treated the average stranger. That’s what little hurt Theon was right now. An average stranger who would come around one day. Not that day or perhaps in the next ten years, but he had forever, as both of them mentioned. Then Theon’s tension began greater. Nick had never in all he had known him seen him even close to this point. It was slightly frightening, but also very curious. And interesting. Like the way a child crept up to a sleeping large dog on a chain. Not sure if it would bite or not. He spat that he wasn’t a child anymore. He wasn’t afraid. That bothered Nick. He liked to be feared. That’s how he generally ruled if not manipulation. Yes, that was slightly irritating.

Another cruel laugh escaped his lips, ”A few new tricks. Oh, Theon, Theon, Theon. Look at you. You’re acting exactly like a child throwing a tantrum.” The last words were more spat at. Then his face cooled again. Nick didn’t need to be losing his temper over something as simple as this. He was better than this. Just needed to go over and calm himself down, that was all. This was probably his turn to leave and leave Theon with his thoughts, then play the waiting game. Except Theon said those last words. It was done. It was official. There was no returning to the man he once knew. This is what it meant. How sad. As he opened his mouth to respond, he found himself colliding with a fist. Nick had been so surprised, he hadn’t focused on moving in with the punch to make it not collide as hard. It hit full on. He stumbled back, almost blind with confusion, and the pain starting in his nose, already bleeding. A hard face came from Nicolas right before he smoothly lunged back at Theon, now ready. His fist went low aiming for his stomach, hopefully putting him in the position of taking his other hand to his face. So the fight began.

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[THEON JACOBI ALASTAIR]

The world beneath the heavens could be a cruel place. Theon knew that there was a reason why angels had been chosen to guard the humans and protect them – both from other beings and species that would seek to harm them as well as from themselves. To him, it had always seemed like a noble cause, because sometimes people just needed extra help. Sometimes, people could get themselves into situations where they were too blind to see the danger, but with someone looking over their shoulder, they could easily have avoided disaster. Theon almost wished that there had been someone looking out for him when Destin started telling his lies, started making Theon think that he was doing something noble, something good by protecting Destin even after he'd killed what appeared to be an innocent person. Theon understood honor, he understood the meaning of family and how good it was to be true to those you love, but that loyalty had also been his downfall, and he'd never seen it coming. But now that he'd had time to dwell on what he'd lost, seeing Destin again was like a shock to his system – even though he knew the other man was out there, he had hoped their paths wouldn't cross for some greater amount of time. Seeing him now was too much, too soon, and even though the former angel was usually so steadfast and even keel, he was quickly unraveling into something more base and dangerous than even he could have predicted, and something in him knew that there would be no stopping it, no matter how hard he tried.

Theon tried to be respectful, like he had been taught to be, and listen to the words that were coming out of Destin's mouth. But, even though he was a highly intelligent being, they just made no sense. How could he be forced to do something that he thought was right? Okay, his parents had tried to teach him and guide him, but Theon had always considered his birth to be something special – an angel that was born of two other angels, not created by the Father or made flesh in a human form first. No, he had been different, and there was a reason why he had been allowed to live, and his parents had been allowed to stay within their home in the Heavens. Of course, Theon didn't know this reason because his own parents didn't even know, but he had been their miracle. Over and over, they had told him how special he was, how loved he was, and they regaled him with tales of all the good he'd grow up to do when he was stronger, once he was trained. So Destin's words just made him angry. ”I wanted to be a Guardian. I wanted to have my own charges and contribute to the good of humanity. My parents helped guide me along my path, and helped me see what a need there is for good in the world, but it was still something that I chose. It was something I wanted, and you stole it from me.” Theon's voice was louder, and he wanted to shout in the man's face. But he did his best to remain calm, even though he was practically shaking. Destin was the one who didn't understand, because even though he had been a Guardian angel for many years, he was still hungry for power, and Theon could see it. No doubt he had fallen from the path now, just as he had fallen from the Heavens, and the thought that he would be fighting with despicable creatures who felt that humanity was something to be enslaved was disgusting to Theon. No, this man was certainly not his brother anymore.

It was only when Destin referred to him as a child and insinuated that he couldn't lose, and therefore was not a monster that Theon really started to feel the anger bubble like lava within him. It absorbed everything, and almost scared him for a minute because he had always been so good. He was a calm child, graceful, and kind to everyone he met. Theon had a natural respect for the differences in the world, even if he didn't agree, and felt that his own convictions were strong enough to stand up to any temptations that might cross his path. But Destin... oh, Destin was making him into a changed man, and quickly. ”I'm not a child, Destin, and if you're so wise, you'd stop comparing me to one. We wouldn't want the monster to make a hapless error, would we? Or the story might end differently than you would have ever hoped.” Theon had grown into a man, not a boy, and part of that had been forced upon him. But still, he did maintain some naïve facets, but still wasn't naïve enough to think that good always triumphed over evil. It didn't, which was why he gave the threat that he did, promising that one day, he would be responsible for Destin's demise. Even if he had to make friends who could help him in his crusade, Destin had proven that he was an adversary, not a friend, and Theon certainly knew that he couldn't trust him. ”You think I'm so stupid to tell you all my plans? No, I think I'd rather keep you guessing. I think I rather like that you underestimate me, because so long as you think I'm weak and a boy... a mere child, you'll be less likely to notice the plans I make to kill you. You won't even see it coming until it's too late, and I quite like that idea.” There was a darkness to him now, and Theon would have despised it if it didn't make him feel like he had a chance to overcome this enemy that had cost him everything.

When Theon's fist connected with Destin's face, the sight of blood hit his eyes immediately, and it seemed that was enough to strike the other fallen angel into action. The punch that Destin threw landed in Theon's stomach, possibly cracking his ribs because the younger angel felt the crunch of bone being displaced and the searing pain that followed. He gasped, but kept his wits about him with enough foresight to see that Destin was hoping he'd get to land another, and Theon rolled, away from the hand that tried to connect with his own face, and spun so he could get Destin's arm behind him, tugging it up roughly behind his back and hoping to allow for it to break. Or at least attempt at some form of submission. Theon wrenched hard on Destin's index and middle fingers from this hold, wanting to feel bones splinter under his touch. It was violent, and while Theon didn't expect to win, he still wanted to cause as much damage as possible before he could escape and tend to his own injuries.

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