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The Angel appeared in a dorm room in California with a single flap of his wings. Aron Levitt, the blue-eyed-ginger-college-student he had been assigned to, was sleeping. He was a half-vampire, not something you see on the regular. Luckael was looking forward to the switch-up.
Stanford University, he’d been stationed here a few times before- he'd been stationed at virtually every inch of the planet, though. With as long as he’d lived, there was nothing he hadn’t seen yet.
Luckael watched Aron and his roommate, Web Stoker, a blue-eyed brunette, for days unnoticed. Nothing out of the ordinary, of course, there usually isn’t anything out of the ordinary. At this point, nothing could surprise him. His job was to observe and he did it diligently.
Though his job was monotonous, he never got tired of it. Humans are beautiful. Always interesting. He tries not to get too attached to any assignment, but it isn’t hard to. Earth Angels like him are never kept on one person for too long because of this.
Aron and Web were great friends, Luckael could see this just by observing. They must have known each other for years. They probably met in college or high school, just judging by how comfortable they were with each other.
They spent their Saturday in their living room area, Web had its miscellaneous YouTube videos playing and Aron sat on the couch next to him, not really paying attention, just keeping his roommate company.
“What’s this video about again?” Aron asked, looking up from his phone.
“These guys go ghost hunting and they, like, kinda suck, it’s so funny. It’s a new web series: Ghostfacers. In this episode, they’re at the Grand Showcase Theatre,” Web excitedly explained.
“Ghost hunting videos… I should have known, Webster,” He teased.
After a morning of Ghostfacers, Aron and Web go out, Luckael follows. They go to their dorm, Luckael follows. Of course by this time a very small attachment has already started to form. Aron goes on a walk, Luckael follows.
Intervene.
That’s rare. What’s there to intervene in? He’s just going on a walk.
Intervene, Luckael.
He hasn’t been given the order to intervene in, what, a hundred years? Of course, he’s been told to interact more often than that, but intervening is different. Intervening is actively stepping in to change their fate.
Intervene. Now.
Okay! Luckael reveals his physical form to Aron. His wings cast shadow on the pavement behind him momentarily and the fallen leaves on the ground below fly around with the flap of his wings.
“What the hell-?”
“Do not be afraid. My name is Luckael. I am an angel of The Lord.”
“You- what??”
“I have been watching over you. I have been told to intervene.”
“Intervene in what?? I’m just going on a walk!”
“That's what I was thinking. Listen, I haven't been told to intervene in many, many years and I listen when I am given an order. This one especially,” Luckael looked around, trying to find a reason for him to have been given that high of a command.
“Uhh.. Ookay, well.. If you need to change something then I’ll just.. Not go on a walk.”
“That’s something. We’ll go back to your dorm, then.”
“We? Both of us?”
“Yes.”
“Why.”
“Now that I have revealed myself to you, I could go back to silently observing. Or I could remain in my physical form. Stretch my legs. Either way, I’ll be by your side. Your choice.”
“Goddamn it. Whatever.”
Luckael and Aron walk back to Aron’s dorm where his roommate is watching paranormal investigation videos on its computer. Their dorm is a small on-campus apartment.. Aron’s room is organized chaos, nonfiction books litter every nook and cranny of his loft bed. Web’s room is just chaotic, but in a way that can be hidden. Posters he printed out himself decorate the walls. It is sitting on the couch, sci looks slightly offended at the unannounced guest, leaving him no time to tidy the unseen room.
“Uhh, hey Web. This is.. What is it again?”
“Luckael.”
“Luckael. Luckael, this is my roommate, Web Stoker.”
“I know. I have been assigned to you for days.”
“Heh.. Yeah..”
Web looked slightly confused, but sci nodded encouragingly. “I see. Fun!”
“Uhh, yeah,” Aron squinted at his roommate before returning to Luckael, “Okay, so.. Now what? Can you leave me alone or are you still ‘assigned to me’?” He waved his fingers at Luckael mockingly.
“I have not been given my next assignment from my superiors, so until then I shall stay by your side.”
“Amazing. So I’m Stuck with Angel Face. For how long?”
“Angel Face, good one, A’!” Web gave encouragingly from behind his screen. Aron shook his head.
“We Earth angels are never on one assignment for too long. We tend to get attached to humans. Or, in your case, half-vampires.”
Web glanced up at the two, seemingly very interested in their quarrel.
“Half-whaat… Haha.. I don’t know what you mean.. Heh..” Aron glanced at Web, who was back watching sciences videos.
“It’s okay. I have been watching over you for days, remember? I know.”
“Wait, okay. Whatever. Back up: How long is ‘not too long’?”
“An assignment can last anywhere from an hour to a month, though usually on the shorter side. Then we report back to Heaven to give our observations.”
“Is that all I am to you? An assignment?” Aron teased.
“Yes.”
A pause, Web giggled at sciences video.
“Wow. Well, what have you even observed?”
“Nothing too interesting,”
“I’m offended,”
“When you have been doing this as long as I have nothing is too interesting. I have truly seen it all.”
“How long have you been doing.. Whatever this is?” Web asked.
“Since before there were humans.”
“Of course,” Aron rolled his eyes before going to lie down. Luckael follows. “I’m going to bed.”
“I’ll watch over you.”
Aron groaned exaggeratedly and rolled over to face the wall. Luckael watched. Soon, Web fell asleep at its desk.
Luckael’s physical form is quite a bit more draining than his ethereal form. He never likes to stay in one or the other for too long. While physical, he is most human-like. He experiences temperature, feelings, hunger, thirst- you name it. Technically he is bending the rules here, he’s not allowed to linger in his physical form for more than he has to. He tends to do that. After billions of years, the rules get boring. He decided to dematerialize before he started to form an attachment too great, posters flapping on the wall as he did so.
The next day followed. Monday, the mortals have school today. Aron goes to class, Luckael follows. Aron only has three classes today, but it's the last one that had the angel on his toes, metaphorically of course.
Web and Aron have this class together. Aron’s friend, Andrea, did not, but she snuck in anyway. Andrea made Luckael wary. He wouldn't do anything about it here, though. All he could do for now was keep his eyes on the brunette.
Angels knew better than to reveal themselves to large numbers of people at once, especially those who do not know of their literal existence. Actions like these tend to have mass hysteria side effects. Luckael himself had caused the dancing plague when he was a bit younger.
Class came and went, nothing to note. Andrea and the roommates talked quite a bit, hardly anything worth revealing himself, though, noting the consequences.
The next day was the same, Aron and Web went to class, then the duo head back to their dorm, Luckael follows. As Web opened the door, Luckael caught sight of Andrea inside. The second Web closed the door, Luckael revealed himself, sending any stray papers flying.
“Watch out, Aron. They've killed your kind before.” Luckael brandished his angel blade.
“What?!” All three mortals exclaimed at once.
“Who are you?” Andrea looked around for a way that the angel could have gotten there, their brown eyes wide with freight.
“That's Luckael!” Web gave.
“Luckael, what the fuck??” Aron asked, approaching him.
“I’m watching over you, Aron. This is my job,” Luckael stepped toward Andrea.
“Is it? You’ve been given the order to intervene? Again? Didn't you say the last time was a hundred years ago??” Aron put himself between the two.
“What??” Andrea asked incredulously.
“I haven’t been given any orders. I am acting individually.”
“That’s not very angel-like of you, Luckael.”
“Angel??” Andrea asked, getting louder, trying to get the attention of someone- anyone- who would answer his questions.
“He’s an Earth Angel! And Aron is a half-vampire,” Web declared, proud of himself for remembering their lore.
“And Andrea is a hunter.” Luckael pushed past Aron to approach Andrea.
“What the hell is going on here? How do you know that? And how did you appear out of thin air??” Andrea backed up slightly as Luckael neared.
“I am an Angel of The Lord, Andrea. I have been watching over Aron, and I know you’re a hunter. I could not reveal myself before, but now we have a bit of privacy.”
“No, no way. Angels are real? And they wear trench coats?? Where are your wings?”
“They wouldn’t fit in this room.”
“Okay, sure. What about a halo?” Andrea asked mockingly.
“Nonsense. A myth,” Luckael retorted, fixing his brown hair self-consciously.
“Okay, okay, guys. Let's rewind. Luckael, this is my friend, Andrea Costa. Andrea Costa this is.. Luckael,” Aron butted in.
“Your friend is a killer.” Luckael hissed, flashing his angel blade in the light.
“Whoa, whoa. I’ve known Aron for years, don’t you think that if I was going to kill him I already would have?” Andrea offered.
“You must not have known his true nature,” Luckael’s brown eyes narrowed.
“He doesn’t age! I figured it out pretty quickly. As you said, I’ve killed his ‘kind’ before. Doesn’t take long to find out your best friend is one.” Andrea reasoned, raising an eyebrow.
Luckael bristled slightly, “Why didn’t you kill him?”
“You think I didn't try? As soon as I figured it out I attacked him, but he overpowered me and talked me down. I know now that he hasn’t killed anybody. He only drinks animal blood when he does drink any.”
Luckael softened, he couldn’t think of any more accusations.
“You ever heard of nuance, Luckael? Give me a break.. I thought you were reassigned or something.” Aron jumped in.
“No, not yet.”
A few moments of silence pass.
“Well.. are you just going to stand there?” Aron suggested, hoping to end the interaction.
“Would you like me to dematerialize?” Luckael asked genuinely.
“De-what?? You aren’t going anywhere until you explain this angel business to me.” Andrea re-entered the conversation.
“That’s a good point. I don’t know why I didn’t ask that many questions..” Aron wondered aloud.
“What do you want to know?”
“Everything.”