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Celestial (FallenAngel!Doffy x Reader) CHAPTER 3

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Chapter 3: Heavenly Demon

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“Is this really necessary?”

God, you could easily get lost in those impossible blue eyes. Well, you could have if they weren’t currently regarding you with such blatant contempt. Maybe it was because, at present, you had the man those eyes belonged to bound to a chair in your kitchen.

Oh, I am definitely going to hell for this…

“For my peace of mind, yes,” you sighed, checking the ropes for the third time. He flexed his wrists and the knots groaned ominously, but didn’t break. You nodded in satisfaction, silently thanking your father for all the camping trips he had taken you on all those years ago. He’d make you tie the knots over and over until you got them right, testing you every chance he got.

You never know when a well tied knot will come in handy! he’d said. You bet he never had this in mind.

“If I was at full power, you would be paying for this,” the angel hissed.

“Why, what happened to your power?” It was a genuine question, but his face looked as if you had just insulted him, his mother and his cat.

He clenched his jaw shut, the vein in his forehead throbbing formidably.

You drew a deep breath. “Fine, let’s try another question. Who the hell are you?”

He hesitated for a moment, but then his eyes drifted to the handgun on the table and he relented. “My name is Dophiel, also called Jophiel, Iofiel and Zophiel.”

You waited for a moment before realising he wasn’t going to elaborate. Were those names supposed to mean something to you? “Ohhh-kay, Doffy then, what are you?”

He glared at you. “An angel.”

“As in… fluffy wings, halo, the whole shebang?”

“The whole shebang,” he said with a deadpan look and a perfect monotone.

“So, where are your wings now?”

He ground his teeth. “They took them from me,” he hissed.

“‘They’ meaning…?”

“My father and brothers.”

“Why?” It was such a simple question, but you already knew the answer would be far more complicated than you could ever anticipate.

“Because that’s what they do to angels who rebel against the word of God.”

For some reason, it was that word that did it. ‘God’. A word that had no place in the vocabulary of a woman of science such as yourself. You sat down heavily in a chair opposite him and let out a long, low whistle. This was too much all at once, but your inquisitive mind would not allow you to give up now. You closed your eyes for a moment and focused on your breathing, forcing it back to a slow and even rhythm. It was a trick you often used when you found yourself overwhelmed.

Your eyes snapped open and immediately you were back to your cool, calm and inquisitive self. “Why did you rebel?” You felt a small swell of pride when your voice didn’t quaver.

“That’s not important. Is this interrogation over?”

You still had a million questions swirling around in your head you wanted to ask him. His answers had only brought more. You held up a hand. “Wait a second, let me try to get my head around this. You disobeyed your father, God, and he took you wings and your powers and kicked you out of Heaven?” you said, counting off the points on your fingers.

He simply nodded.

“I thought ‘God’ was supposed to be forgiving?”

“Maybe when it comes to humans, his favourite children.” His voice was low and bitter. “But we angels were designed to obey. To him, we are soldiers first and children second.”

“That’s harsh.”

“I don’t want your sympathy,” he snapped.

You had almost been moved by his story, but now, your expression hardened. “I wasn’t offering it. If you ask me, I can see why he wanted you gone. You have absolutely no bedside manner.”

Another glare. He sure doled out a lot of those.

“So, are you stuck here?”

“I can’t return to heaven on my own, no. Not without my wings,” he admitted grudgingly.

“Can you get them back?”

“It depends.”

On what exactly, he didn’t seem to feel obliged to share.

“Then what now? As much as I like you tied up where you can’t hurt anyone, I can’t keep you in here forever. I have work and—” You paused, a sudden thought entering your mind. “Do angels need to eat? Pee? If I do leave you here, you won’t starve to death or anything?”

“I don’t know yet, this is the first time I’ve held a corporeal form for this long,” he growled.

“Wait, you mean up there,” you gestured vaguely to the ceiling, “you’re, like, a ghost or something?”

“You do not possess the capability to comprehend my true form. Simply gazing upon it would render you blind, deaf and most likely dead.”

You stared at him for a long moment. Surely, he was joking? “Good to know,” you choked. “No ‘gazing upon your true form’, got it. So… if I let you go, what are you going to do?”

“There’s nothing I can do but wait. They will send someone to negotiate eventually. I must be here when they do.”

“You can’t mean…” Your heart sank. “No. No way, you are not staying here!”

“If I had any other choice, I would take it, but I don’t,” he shot back. “I’ll stay in the forest. You can pretend I don’t exist and go about your pitiful life.”

“And you expect me to just return to normal after a real, honest-to-God angel crash landed in my backyard and challenged everything I believe in?”

“I’m being quite generous, really.”

You scoffed. “What, because you decided not to kill me? Well, aren’t you just the perfect picture of benevolence.”

“And I’m sure you’re the perfect example of that human compassion I’ve heard so much about.”

Oh good. The angel knows how to use sarcasm now. Stop teaching him bad habits, [Name]!

“Now, are you going to release me?” He said it through his teeth, his patience finally worn thin.

You stared each other down for a few long seconds. You still had so many questions. But perhaps it was for the best that you didn’t delve any further into this world. You were afraid you might lose yourself. Or worse.

You let out a sigh. “Fine. But I don’t want to see you near here again.”

“You have my word.”

His voice was so cruel. You found it hard to believe this man came from Heaven. Just about the only thing holy about him was his body, which you knew would be sticking around in your thoughts and dreams for a long time yet.

You gingerly loosened the knots and stepped as far back as you could get as he got to his feet. He glared down at you, his form hulking, towering over you. He could destroy you as easily as a child crushes an ant, powers or no. And he wanted you to know that. It was in the wicked glint of his eyes, the cruel curve of his lips. Even the way he rubbed his wrists, red and raw from the ropes, was menacing somehow.

You’d sooner believe he was a demon rather than an angel.

Your fingers hovered over the grip of the pistol on the table, caressing the smooth lacquered walnut. He was probably faster than you. You would probably be dead before your fingers could even close around the grip, let alone pull the trigger. But he didn’t seem to want to take that chance.

With one last glance, he turned on his heel and stormed out the back door, leaving it hanging open in his wake, and you to wonder whether installing a deadbolt would be enough to keep out a demon from Heaven.

It stormed that night—wild and cacophonous and torrential. The thunder shook the very foundations of the house and the lightning cracked so close overhead it sounded like a giant was hammering at your roof. You sat huddled in front of your laptop in your darkened office, feverishly consuming anything you could find on angels and other celestial beings.

You read of the fall of Lucifer from Heaven, and of the Watchers who rebelled against God to take human women as wives and lovers, and of the children they begat, the Nephilim—the ‘fallen ones’—giants who wandered the Earth thousands of years ago. The Watchers, or Grigori as they were known, were described as ‘soldiers of human appearance, their size being greater than that of great giants’. You thought of when you had first laid eyes on the angel—Dophiel, he had called himself—and he had seemed to shrink before your very eyes. You thought of the size of the crater, the smouldering clearing in the forest. He had to have been a titan to have caused such destruction, such ruin.

You exhaled, a long, low rush of air that had been stagnating in your lungs while you read. Is this what he was? One of these… Grigori? Or was he something else entirely?

Worrying your lip between your teeth, you typed ‘Dophiel’ into the search engine. No results. Frowning to yourself, you tried to recall the other names he had listed. You made a small edit and instead searched for ‘Jophiel’. This time, a list of pages pinged into existence and you selected the first link.

The angel Jophiel (Hebrew: "beauty of God" or "divine beauty") is the archangel of wisdom, understanding, and judgement.

You scoffed. “Yeah, he was real understanding earlier,” you muttered under your breath.

He is listed as one of the Seven Archangels, and a Great Angel Chief who leads 53 legions of Heaven’s army.’ Thunder boomed overhead, but you ignored it, frowning at the screen as you continued to read. ‘Jophiel is believed by some to be the angel who cast Adam and Eve out of Paradise—

Your reading was interrupted by another clap of lightning and a flash of blue sparks as your screen went blank and all the lights in the house fell dark.

You swore.

That last bolt of lightning must have knocked out the electricity, but not before it had fried your laptop in the process.

You swore again.

Scrambling for your phone in the darkness, you switched on the flashlight and examined the power pack. Dead. Useless. You silently thanked God for cloud storage and then laughed at yourself because suddenly the concept of ‘thanking God’ now seemed inexplicably funny to you.

You stumbled through the dark house, suddenly very aware of how loud your own breathing was without the hum of the refrigerator in the background. Slipping out into the garage that adjoined the kitchen, you searched for the breaker panel, the harsh blue light of your phone sliding over the multitude of boxes piled against the walls. The storm was much louder in the acoustic space, rain hammering at the rolling door and the cold wind whistling ominously as it crept its way through the crack beneath the door to nip at your bare ankles. You flicked the circuit breaker switch impatiently but to no success.

You sighed heavily. You had a long, dark night ahead of you. And no computer to keep you company.

You thought about the fallen angel, deep in the forest in the wind and the rain and the dark, and you felt a stab of sympathy. It was the briefest thing, barely a flicker, but it was there. You shook yourself before you could get caught in the feeling and decided it would be best to simply turn in for the night.

But sleep was a fickle creature, and you were left tossing and turning as the storm raged outside, your thoughts always turning to the angel with the impossible blue eyes. And, finally, just as sleep began to claim you, you could have sworn you heard a voice in the thunder.

You woke the next morning to clear skies and sunshine, and wonderful, glorious working electricity. You happily poured yourself a steaming mug of coffee, and sat by the window, looking out into the garden. The forest appeared significantly more ruffled after the storm, but the dark trees seemed unperturbed, silent and unmoving in the still morning air.

You wondered if the angel was still out there, waiting in the cold shadow of the woods, waiting to go home. Absently, you wondered if he was hungry.

You shook your head. Pfft, what do you care? you asked yourself. The guy was a jerk. If he gets hungry, he can eat grass.

Nodding resolutely to yourself, you finished your coffee and went to examine the damage to your laptop. With any luck, it was just the battery that was fried, but you couldn’t know for sure until you took it in to the repair shop. You’d drop it off on your way to work and you would just have to access the day’s lesson plans and worksheets from one of the school computers.

You sighed. It would probably take a few days to fix at least. So much for your little research project. Your mind was still reeling from everything you had read the night before and so many questions still burned to be answered. Perhaps you could head into work early and pick up some new reading material.

The school was unnaturally quiet when you arrived, the staff parking lot almost empty of cars and the corridors silent. You knew it was still early, but you had expected a little more bustle and noise considering finals week was fast approaching. You shrugged. Maybe everyone just had a bad case of ‘Mondayitis’ this morning.

You were relieved to see Robin at her usual spot behind the desk in the library. The empty halls and offices were beginning to unnerve you. She looked up from processing returns at the sound of the door swinging open, and frowned slightly as you entered.

“[Name]? What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I just thought I’d come in before class today to pick up some new books.”

“There’s no class today.”

“What do you mean? It’s Monday, isn’t it?” Horror dawned on your face. “Oh God.” You kept using that word. “Please tell me I didn’t come into work on a Sunday.”

“No, not at all,” she chuckled, bringing a delicate hand to her face to hide her mouth. “Did you forget it was Spring Break, [Name]?”

You froze. Well, that would explain why it’s so quiet… Only the library would be open to students for the next week. “…Must have slipped my mind.”

She chuckled again. “Busy weekend?”

“You have no idea.”

“It wouldn’t have something to do with a certain human biology teacher now, would it?”

“What? No!” you sputtered, well aware that a deep red blush was rising in your cheeks.

“You didn’t call him did you.”

You rubbed the back of your head and gave her a sheepish smile. “I may have, uh, forgotten… Nami is going to kill me, isn’t she?”

Robin made a zipping motion over her lips. “I won’t tell if you don’t. But you know she’ll find out eventually.”

You sighed. “I know. I just… Something’s come up. I don’t have time for dating right now.”

“Another meteor shower that needs your attention?”

“You could say that.” You wished she’d stop looking at you like that. Like she could see right through you.

“Right,” she said, a hint of an amused smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “So what did you need? It must be important if you had to come in on a holiday.”

Until then you had momentarily forgotten what you were there for. “Oh. Right. I need as many books on angels as you can give me.”

Robin raised an eyebrow. “Any special reason?”

“Hey, I have interests besides space, you know.”

“Since when?”

Since I witnessed a man fall from the sky, you wanted to say. But you didn’t much fancy being on the receiving end of Robin’s interrogation tactics. She was crafty in ways you couldn’t even imagine. You’d be blurting out your deepest darkest secrets before you even knew what was happening, and all the while she would simply watch with that infuriating smile on her face.

Thankfully, you were just as skilled at avoiding her tactics as she was at employing them. The benefits of being co-workers for so long, and friends ever longer.

“Since my parents…”

Her face broke in an instant and suddenly she looked ashamed. “Oh, I’m so sorry [Name]. Of course. Lots of people turn to religion after the loss of a loved one.”

You hadn’t, but if it got Robin off your back then, as far as she knew, you were practically devout.

“Religious texts are in Non-Fiction, top shelf, last row.”

“Thanks, Robin.”

You pulled out a selection of books that looked promising, and threw in an old and worn copy of the Bible for good measure, before taking the pile to the front desk for scanning. Robin raised her eyebrow slightly at the selection you presented her, but chose to say nothing. When she’d finished, she waved goodbye and, though you thought you had dispelled her suspicion over your behaviour, you swear you could feel her eyes on the back of your head until the library doors closed with a click behind you.

You let out a breath, clutching the pile of books tightly to your chest. You’d give anything to be able to just let this all go, to go back to your life, go on dates with Law the cute biology teacher and forget that there was a whole other world just beyond the fabric of your own.

But now the illusion had been shattered, you were finding it hard to pick up the pieces. Now that your eyes had been opened, you only wanted to see more, to know more, to find the logic in it all. And now you had a week to do just that. Free time was the most dangerous thing of all to an inquisitive mind. If you really were serious about this, if you were ready to dive right in you had to be ready for the possibility that there would be no turning back.

Were you ready to take that plunge?
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