The heavenly past...

A young man, adorned in a white dress and crowned with long, silky white hair, ran through the forest. The moon had already risen, casting an ethereal glow around him. His feet were numbing, starting to bleed from the harsh terrain, and a persistent orb of light trailed behind him.

He was a runaway.

His breaths grew shallow and ragged, a cruel reminder that he couldn't escape his destiny. It was always there, lurking in the shadows. He didn't want to be a celestial angel, serving a silent God who seemed deaf to his prayers and indifferent to his suffering.

He yearned to be someone else.

Someone free.

A bird perhaps. But then again, birds had wings like him. They too were imprisoned, just like him.

Yet, he held onto the hope that one day, he would taste true freedom.

He glanced over his shoulder, the orb of light was still there, doggedly pursuing him. He couldn't blame anyone, nor could he harbor any anger. After all, he was the one who had abandoned their heavenly realm. If that orb of light caught him, his rebellion would be over.

He would be teleported back to the realm, and the punishment would be severe. He'd experienced whipping, starvation, being left outside during harsh seasons, even being hung by his hands in the Olympian arena. But this time, it could be worse. They might pluck his wings out one by one, a torment that would bring immense pain. For an angel, their wings were their life. Without them, they couldn't survive.

Suddenly, Silvan's foot caught on a tree branch, and he tumbled to the ground. Gasping for breath, he looked back to see the orb of light closing in on him. Just then, a fox darted past him, heading straight for the light.

Distracted by the fox, Silvan didn't notice the arrow whizzing past him. The arrow, initially aimed at the fox, changed its course and struck the orb of light instead. It exploded in a burst of brilliance, forcing Silvan to shield his eyes with his elbow.

When the light finally dissipated, Silvan blinked a few times to clear his vision. He lowered his arm and looked back. The orb of light that had been doggedly chasing him was gone.

The forest was shrouded in darkness, and Silvan found himself sitting on the ground, bathed in the gentle glow of the moonlight. He couldn't resist admiring the beauty of the moon, feeling a rare sense of peace wash over him. As his eyes grew heavier, he eventually collapsed onto the ground, succumbing to exhaustion.

"Hey-!" A masculine voice called out to Silvan, but it was too late.

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"Wake u..."

"Wake up!" Silvan jolted upright as he felt hands shaking him and a voice rousing him from his slumber.

He turned to see a tall man with long black hair standing before him. He was dressed in a black robe adorned with unusual red patterns. Silvan couldn't help but find him beautiful and otherworldly, captivated by his piercing blue eyes that mirrored the sky he loved so much.

"W-who are you?..." Silvan rubbed his aching head, trying to focus on the mysterious man's figure.

"Luc-, I'm Luke. I found you lying in the middle of the woods," Luke paused slightly before continuing with his introduction.

"You should rest before continuing on your journey," Luke said coldly, turning away. But Silvan wasn't ready to go home just yet. He worried about the archangels' reaction to him losing the magical light orb that had been following him.

"Just who are you?..." Silvan asked, puzzled by how a mere arrow could have dispelled the orb of light.

"Someone you shouldn't be talking to," Luke replied in a low tone, not bothering to look back at him.

Silvan was left confused. As Luke began to walk away, Silvan quickly stood up and grabbed his wrist. Unfortunately, his legs were still weak, causing Silvan to stumble and fall out of bed.

"Ouch-" Silvan rubbed his sore arm and brushed the dirt off himself.

Luke sighed, his expression softening as he realized Silvan's problem. He gently carried Silvan back to the bed, causing Silvan's heart to race as he felt the strength of Luke's arms wrapped around him.

"What a clumsy angel..." Luke mumbled, looking at Silvan with amusement.

"How do you know I'm an angel?..." Silvan asked, surprised that his true nature had been revealed. He had been hiding his wings since their encounter began on Earth.

Luke's eyes widened slightly, and he chuckled.

"Who doesn't know you, Silvan..." Luke leaned in closer, his lips near Silvan's ear.

"The only son of a seraphim, known as the rebel angel..." Luke whispered, causing Silvan to be taken aback.

Silvan was aware that his status as the only son of a powerful seraphim had made him well-known throughout the heavenly realm. But being referred to as the rebel angel? It sparked curiosity and confusion within him.

"Really, rebel?... Just tell me who and what are you?" Silvan's irritation began to surface. He was accustomed to other angels being intimidated by his status and unsure of the mysterious powers he might have inherited from his father.

"You don't want to know..." Luke straightened up, his gaze fixed on Silvan's golden, glowing eyes. Luke couldn't deny their beauty and breathtaking allure, but he knew he shouldn't allow himself to be this close to a celestial creature.

"Tomorrow, go home," Luke expressed coldly.

"No, let me stay here for two weeks," Silvan stubbornly crossed his arms, refusing to give in.

"No, tomorrow you shall depart," Luke insisted.

"No, two weeks. I said what I said," Silvan responded with a sassy tone, determined to stand his ground.

Luke sighed, realizing the determination and stubbornness in Silvan's eyes. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to live with an angel for two weeks, right?

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Day 3 living with an angel.

Luke opened the door to the cabin and was greeted by a mouth-watering aroma that made his stomach growl. He walked into the kitchen and saw Silvan, the celestial angel, cooking.

"Oh, you're here," Silvan said, preparing two plates and placing the food on them.

"What is this?..." Luke questioned, intrigued by the unfamiliar dish before him.

"It's curry. I've been wandering around on Earth, and I've learned how to make their delicacies. It's pretty delicious. You should try it," Silvan smiled warmly at Luke.

Luke looked at Silvan, unable to help but wonder how the angel could smile at a stranger, someone he barely knew but had saved once.

Silvan sat down and started eating, his eyes fixed on Luke, who tentatively picked up his spoon and began to eat as well. The moment the flavors hit his taste buds, Luke felt as if he were in heaven. How ironic it was, given the circumstances.

"This is so good..." Luke exclaimed, savoring each bite. His taste buds were delighted by the explosion of flavors.

"Right? If you had said no to me staying here for two weeks, you wouldn't have experienced eating curry for the first time, made by an angel. You should be grateful," Silvan teased, proud of his cooking skills.

Luke ignored Silvan's playful boasting and continued to eat in peace.

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Day 6 living with an angel.

Luke returned to the cabin and was surprised to find it impeccably clean. The once dusty and cobweb-filled space now sparkled with tidiness.

He also noticed his clothes perfectly folded on the table, neatly arranged as if they were freshly laundered.

Silvan, with a mischievous smile, appeared from behind a curtain.

"Surprised? I thought I'd clean up a bit while you were away," Silvan said, a hint of pride in his voice.

Luke couldn't help but be amazed by Silvan's thoughtfulness and the effort he had put into making their living space more comfortable.

"Thank you, Silvan. I appreciate your help," Luke expressed his gratitude, a warmth spreading through his heart.

Silvan blushed, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. "You're welcome, Luke. I'm glad you like it."

As the days passed, Silvan and Luke grew closer, their conversations filled with laughter and shared experiences. They began to understand each other's quirks and appreciate the unique qualities they brought to their unlikely companionship.

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Day 8 living with an angel.

Luke found himself sitting on the porch, his mind consumed by thoughts of Silvan. He realized that his feelings for the celestial angel had deepened, evolving into something more profound than friendship.

In the depths of his heart, Luke acknowledged his love for Silvan. However, he also knew that their union was forbidden. He couldn't deny the truth any longer.

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Day 11 living with an angel.

Luke mustered the courage to confront Silvan about his true identity. He took a deep breath and sat Silvan down, their eyes locked in a mixture of anticipation and apprehension.

"Silvan, I need to tell you something... My real name is Lucian, and I am the next ruler of the underworld," Luke confessed, his voice filled with a mixture of sadness and resignation.

"And you are... We shouldn't be together right now, Silvan..." Lucian's voice held a fear and sadness in it.

Silvan listened carefully, feeling his heart sink as he took in Lucian's words. Learning that Lucian was actually the prince of the underworld made their relationship even more complicated and forbidden.

"I know... But Lucian, I..." Silvan's voice trailed off, his emotions swirling inside him. He had already suspected that Luke, I meant Lucian might be a demon, but he already realize his love for Lucian long ago during the time they spent together in the cabin.

And it transcended such barriers.

To Silvan, love knew no boundaries.

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To be continued....