Twisted Desire

Alistair never understood the human tendency to cry when in distress. He could excuse babies because it was their only way to communicate. However, he could not grasp why adult humans chose tears as a way to express their feelings. 

It was messy and did not accomplish anything. 

He considered it the most useless of human expressions.

However, as he looked at the starry eyes of the angel fill up with tears, he found that he did not find it annoying. In fact, he thought that the angel looked even more beautiful as the streams of tears ran over the freckles. 

There was something wrong with him. 

Alistair had done numerous things that were considered evil since he came to the earth. He was not a saint. After all, he was the first angel to openly rebel against Him. He was even thought to be the devil and the ruler of demons by humans. 

He never did anything to clear the charge because he found it fitting. As a rebel angel, it was only right that he became the antithesis of good. So, why bother informing the humans that He did not create devils, demons, and hell? 

Alistair took a lot of pride in being feared by humans as a mythical evil creature. At least, he used to when he wreaked havoc across the globe. It was a well-deserved fear, considering all he and his followers had done. 

Despite all this, Alistair had never thought that he was wrong. In his opinion, humans were inferior. He treated them as they treated animals. He could kill them as easily as they killed ants or the animals they ate. 

But as he looked at the tears from those bright eyes, he felt guilty at thinking the angel was beautiful like that. It was sick to think about making him cry with those eyes full of stars, wide and innocent. 

It was wrong to want to taste those tears.

Alistair fought to suppress his strange thoughts and desires. It was a new feeling. He was not used to denying himself what he wanted. But again, he had never wanted another creature, except for their death. 

He had always held himself above silly things like attraction and desire. He could never desire a human since he thought of them as animals. As for his fellow fallen, they were his followers, and it was unthinkable to think of them as anything but subordinates. 

Therefore, he had never considered carnal relationships like the other fallen.

He was not even sure if that was what he wanted with the fallen angel. He wondered whether the strange feelings swelling in him and what he desired from the one before him could be categorised as a normal relationship. 

Despite his unwillingness to participate in the common world, he understood it, including love and romance. Some of his fallen friends had relationships that equated to the marriage of humans. 

But he did not think he wanted something so tame with the gift delivered to him.

What he was feeling was a little all-consuming for that, considering he had just met this creature. As soon as he laid his eyes on him, he knew the angel belonged to him. He could not describe how much he wanted to possess him.

However, he did not want to scare off the delicate little being. 

"You are safe here, little one," Alistair said. 

He was not sure the words were entirely true, considering what was going on in his mind. But the only danger to the angel was himself. Anyone else who threatened him would go the same way as the rangers. 

"Where am I?" The angel asked with quivering pink lips as he struggled to sit up.

Alistair helped him up before touching his back at the base of his wings to soothe him. The angel shivered under the touch, making Alistair smile a little wickedly at the realisation of how sensitive he was. 

"You are on earth. New York City," Alistair answered. 

Tristan looked at him with more confusion in his eyes. Alistair did not understand the confusion. Although angels could not come to earth in their physical form, they were often on earth in a spiritual form to 'guide' humans. 

Therefore, they knew every place on earth. 

"Who are you?" Tristan asked. 

"I am Alistair. I found you," He responded without 

"Are you a human?" 

Alistair was stunned before he laughed. "What is your name, little one?"

"I am Tristan," The angel looked at Alistair before continuing. "You do not seem to be surprised about my wings. Do humans see angels often? He said angels only appear in a spirit state. Oh, I am a fallen angel now."

The angel's, no, Tristan's face seemed to collapse as he said the words. Alistair found that he did not like seeing the disappointment on the pretty face. He would conquer the world not to see the crestfallen look. 

"I am not a human. I am a fallen angel too. I am pretty famous in heaven," Alistair joked, trying to cheer Tristan up. 

Tristan's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at Alistair as if looking for some sign of angelic traits. Alistair was relieved to see that he no longer looked like his face would crumble, and he would fall apart. 

"Where are your wings?" Tristan asked. 

Alistair was once again shocked at how much this angel did not know. Moreover, this was not a small gap in knowledge. Concealing wings was the most rudimentary skill for angels. After all, they did not like dragging wings along even in heaven. 

However, Alistair did not want to make Tristan feel uncomfortable in case there was a complicated reason for his lack of knowledge. After all, there were too many mysteries surrounding the angel. 

"They are in there somewhere. You can conceal yours too so you will be more comfortable," Alistair said. 

"Really?" The beautiful face lit up like the sun. It was almost too bright for Alistair to look at directly. 

With this, Alistair also confirmed that Tristan was not an ordinary angel. Otherwise, he would have detected he was an angel. Moreover, he would know something all angels learned shortly after their creation. 

Alistair planned to get to the bottom of the mystery because he wanted, needed, to know everything about Tristan. Only by knowing him fully could he own him completely, every single piece of him.