I turned the car off and looked over. Lex had fallen asleep but honestly I couldn’t blame him after what he’d been through…What I put him through. I couldn’t help but grin at the bruises and blood which painted his skin as I got out and walked around. I opened his door and picked him up. He wasn’t heavy at all. Even if I didn’t have all this extra strength, he probably still wouldn’t be a bother.

I’d been trying to get him to eat more to put on weight but his body seemed to reject it. That was unfortunate because being who he was…What he was, meant that he was going to need all the strength he could get once he turned twenty. Twenty years old is when he will start the transition, it’ll be extremely physically and emotionally taxing. I knew he’d survive it but I wasn’t sure if he’d be alright mentally.

I knew what he was the moment I watched his soul leave his body when he was sent to the Fourth Quarter. It’s something only demons can see, your soul is quite literally ripped from your chest and it hovers in the air for just a second before disappearing to hell. Then if your soul returns, it does the same thing before entering your chest again. Souls look like a ball of mist. Demon souls are completely black, human souls are almost completely blue with just a hint of white in the center. *They used to be all blue but then Christ died for the humans, ever since there was a bit of white. But Lex’s wasn’t blue or black, his was completely white. Completely and utterly white. So white it lit up the whole room. I was completely fascinated. I thought the last of his kind had been killed when the demons were released, I thought they were extinct but this sleeping boy in my arms proved me wrong.

I lay him on his bed gently. He’d need to be laying down because his body was about to do some serious healing. If he was what I thought he was, his body would heal in about five minutes but it wouldn’t be very pleasant.
He began to stir and he opened his eyes. I’d already noticed some of the cuts on his head closing. The interesting thing with creatures like Lex is that if it’s a minor injury like a paper cut or a bruise, the body will let it heal naturally but if it’s a life threatening injury or a physically debilitating one like a broken bone, it’ll go ahead and speed up the healing process. While beating Alex, I’d cracked his cranium and punctured a lung among other things. Had he been human, he would be dead by now.

“Fuck.” He whispered, clutching his arm which was probably broken.

I watched his grip on the mattress tighten as his body began the healing.

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My arm burned, my head burned, my chest burned okay everything burned. It grew and grew and I didn’t know what was happening. Was Jack’s shadow touching me? My eyes shot open. For a split second I thought that if it was Jack’s shadow, he would be protecting me. But then again, why would he? Why would I be important? He’s already fucked me so if that’s what made me so ‘special’ then I’m out of luck. But then I realized that this wasn’t quite the same. With the Shadow it burns, but it also gives you a kind of empty feeling, like a piece of you is missing. This burned but it filled me, my lungs and heart seemed to have a hard time keeping up. I locked my gaze with Jack before my face contorted with pain and I threw my head back as searing ripples of burning heat ran through my body. I heard myself whimper as I gripped the sheets as the pain peeked. After about ten seconds it started to ebb off until there were only a few places on my body like my arm, head, chest, and ribs that hurt.

“What the fuck was that?” I asked, breathless.
“You healed.” He said with a small smile.
“How?”
“That’s what you do.” He replied.
“What do you mean “That’s what I do’?” I asked, my tone agitated.
“I mean that’s what your kind does.” He said, smirking at the fact that I have no clue what’s going on.
“Jack fucking stop it. Last I checked humans, don’t heal that fast so what did you do?”
“You’re right. Humans don’t.” He remarked.
“What are you talking about?” I sighed.
“You are truly remarkable,” He whispered, studying my face.
“Jack just tell me what’s going on.” I whined. A smile played at his lips.
“You are so incredibly fascinating. I thought you’d all died out.” I was about to interrupt him when he said something that left me speechless, “Alex, you’re an angel.”

My jaw dropped.

An angel?

No.

They don’t exist.

“You’re shitting me.” I scoffed, sitting up.
“I shit you not.” He smirked.
“Jack seriously what the fuck. I’m not an angel, they don’t exist.” I said.
“Yes they do, I’d know. I helped kill them.” He replied.
“But…If angels exist then that means…” I whispered, realizing something. “That means Heaven exists.”
“Oh it does.” He shrugged like it was common knowledge.

I’d never considered the thought of heaven being real. I always thought that once you die, you either go to Hell or you are given the mercy to just cease to exist.

“No. No you must me wrong. I can’t be an angel.” I shook my head.
“Lex, I saw your soul. It’s white. Pure, bright white. Human souls are supposed to be blue.” He said. “Besides, you said it yourself, you have an increased ability to disobey direct commands. Why would that be? Where does that stronger sense of will come from?”

Come to think of it, that makes sense.

Alex stop it. You’re not an angel he’s just fucking with you.

I tried to convince myself that that was the case, that he was just fucking with me. But I couldn’t. It was just like when I’d realized I was gay. I wondered how I could ever even consider myself straight because now that I thought about it, how could I be anything else?

“My only question is how weren’t you killed? Us demons questioned nearly everyone we came across and if we had even the slightest inkling you were an angel, you’d be killed. How’d you manage it?” He asked.
“I don’t know. I didn’t even know angels existed, never mind knowing that I was one.” I murmured.
“That must be it then.” He nodded, “You didn’t know they existed so why would you give off the slightest impression that you were one.” He confirmed.
“But how could I have been an angel? I know for a fact mother wasn’t.” I asked.
“Then your father was.” He said.
“But my father lived in the camp with us.” I said.
“Then he was an extraordinary liar.”
“Who was my father?” I asked, not really knowing why Jack would know.

I’d known him when I was very little but I couldn’t remember him at all. I had faint memories of my mother but even they were transparent in my mind.

“I don’t know but whoever he is, he’s dead.” He said bluntly.

Even though I’d seriously doubted him being alive in the first place, I still had hope.

“Oh.” I murmured, looking down. After a second I felt Jack place his hand on my knee.
“I-I’m sorry. I know how much it sucks to lose your parents.” He said.
“What happened to them?” I asked, looking up at him to see him staring at me.
“They were accused of witchcraft and burnt at the stake a few centuries ago.” He replied.
“That’s rough.” I said.
“Yeah.” His voice got significantly quieter.

With only a moments hesitation, I hugged him. He put his arms around me but he didn’t really hug me back

“What are you doing?” He asked.
“You are the king of Hell, you can hear billions of people screaming right now, your parents died a horrible death, literally everyone in existence hates you, and you’re a bit crazy, not gonna lie. Something tells me you could use a hug.” I said, squeezing him tighter.

I felt him give a laugh but he returned my hug, over time his arms got tighter. Eventually it was more like he was clinging to me rather than hugging me but I didn’t mind. Everyone needed someone to be there for them. Everyone needed someone.

Even the king of Hell.

Notes

Title cred: Canals by All Time Low

*Okay in this line "They used to be all blue but then Christ died for the humans" Please don't take this the wrong way. In no way, shape, or form am I trying to impose my views on you. I myself am a Christian but I'm sure you've gathered by the fact that I'm writing gay fanfiction, that I am completely and utterly supportive of those who are in the LGBT community. I'm supportive and respectful of those who are not Christian as long as you aren't hurting anybody. You are you and you can do whatever you want. So don't think I'm trying to force anything, I'm just simply writing gay fanfiction.


ANYWAY so that happened, alex is an angel woahhhh and can i just say that in the next chapter you guys are in for a fucking roller coaster of emotions like srsly.