Mias and Elle2 Ch.3: The Spark

The ship has hit land. It is a small island off the coast of the main land. Elias tells everyone to stay on deck but I follow curiously. I have made a point to not follow him off the ship's deck, for fear of what he will do when around others. I know this is weak of me but with my humanity now, I find some emotions hard to suppress. But this time, I follow him, off the deck and onto land. I cannot feel the ground beneath my feet, yet I know it is there. I suppose that I should be able to float or something of that nature but I am content to walk beside him.

The sun is low on the horizon; it fixes us with a dull ray of gold that seems to follow us wherever we go. Elias, of course, does not notice me. He will never know that I am at his side. We walk along the sandy shore, he and I. The island is indeed small; it takes us only about half an hour to reach the other side. I wonder why no one seems to inhabit this place. The forest beyond the sand from what I can see is lush with green and fruit. Animals too, you can hear their calls.  But we stick to the sand. Why is he simply walking? I ask myself. What is the purpose of this? I look up at his face and realize that it is strained. He is holding back some sort of emotion.

When we come to a stop, all is seemingly silent. The animals do not howl. The waves breaking on the sand is the only lull in the silence. I look up at him once more. He is looking out to sea. His mind as far off in the distance as his gaze. He is crying. My heart twists. Silent tears drip down his face and I reach for his hand, only to grasp it and feel nothing. Let him hear me. I beg silently. Let him listen to what I say.
"Elias." I whisper. "Do not cry for me."
I know that is why he is crying. I know that this is what he does when he leaves the ship. He comes here. To weep for me. But he cannot hear my words. I am strained. I want to hold him. To have him wrap his arms around me but DAMNIT! It's not fair this way! I cannot stand by and watch him suffer like this! He will slowly die and I will have to watch. Even though I would as an immortal, at least I would be able to hold him as he left. But here, now, I am as tangible to him as the breeze that blows back his hair.

I sink to my knees. What is there left to hold me up? Hope? I have none. I would cry but I haven't the tears. I sigh shakily, lean forward and trace my finger in the sand until the image there is a raven. Detailed and perfect in the grains of sand. A long time ago I prided myself in my art, was once the summon of an artist who took me as his student. He was one of the few masters who weren't manipulative and cruel to me.  Who do you think inspired and posed for 'the birth of Venus'?

Elias's eyes look down, as if by force as soon as I finish the bird. He seems to hold his breath and I realize…he can see it…he can see what I've drawn! My heart hammers in my chest as his eyes widen in disbelief. He crouches down to study the picture, when he speaks his voice is as shaky as my hands.

"A-azreal?"
I am shocked for a moment. Sitting there in silence as he looks on at the raven. But then he stands and shakes his head, turning to leave.

"I must be crazy."

No! No! I get up and scramble to draw something franticly at his feet before he steps. He stops. Looking down at the sand that must seem to be moving on its own. I draw the raven again, and then add my old markings to its feathers. I know them perfectly, and that is the way they come out.

"Azreal?" he crouches again, his own fingers tracing the bird. "Is it you?"

'Yes! It is me!' I want to cry but I simply answer him in the sand with a hand that I force to be steady. 'Yours in Eternity.' I say and he chokes on his tears.

"Azreal!? But how can this be?!"

His voice is filled with joy and my heart flutters. It has been long since I have seen him resemble anything remotely close to happiness. I cannot spell out everything I want to say to him. Because that would take a while. Instead I move back to have more room in the sand and draw a pair of wings swirling down towards earth. He watches me. Or my drawings at least. His brow creases as he tries to comprehend what I am doing. 'Come on, Elias.' I think, biting my lip. 'You can do this.' He looks down for a moment more before speaking.

"You...you're...a guardian angel?" he is looking at the shield I have drawn between the two wings. I want to shout for joy but no one would hear. Instead I draw a check mark.

His face that was a twist of confusion and disbelief now brightens in a smile so unlike him that I have to blink and breath repeatedly to catch my breath which seems to halt in my lungs. He's just so handsome that I can't believe he was never immortal. I'd be jealous that he didn't have to be to be so beautiful if I wasn't so ecstatic.

"Where are you?" he asks tentatively. I swallow and draw an arrow to where I am kneeling.

He lifts his hand, following the arrow, and somehow, he is able to touch my cheek. Or where it would be if he could see me.

"Am I right?" he asks and I draw another check mark with a shaking hand. "I-I'm going to try something." He says and I draw a question mark, curious.

He licks his lips before speaking, a motion which I follow with my eyes. "Just trust me." the hand against my cheek begins to glow a slight blue color. I do. I trust him with my whole heart. My entire being. Why wouldn't I? When he pulled me from hell with his own blood.

My eyes flick over to where the faint white scars are on his wrist and I smile slightly. Suddenly the glow shoots from his hand and illuminates me. My entire body tingling with his energy. His eyes widen and tears spring into them as he takes the sight of me in.

"E-Elias?" I say quietly, slightly hoarse from not talking very much in a long time.

"It is you." he whispers.

"You. Can see me?" suddenly I realize that I can feel his hand on my cheek. Actually FEEL it. The warmth of his palm on my glowing skin. Now I feel the tears spring into my own eyes. He nods once and I throw myself into his arms.

He catches me, falling onto his backside in the sand and his arms, his wonderful arms, they wrap around me. I breathe in his sent. The scent of man and for some reason, lavender.

"Elias." I say with a slight laugh. "I was always with you."

my fingers curl in his hair as I cling to him. He clutches me as well.

"Don't let me go." I say.

He buries his face in my hair and holds me tight. "Never. I won't ever let go."

We stay this way for a few moments, clinging to each other, both resisting the urge to sob when he speaks, his voice shaking. "I'm sorry. But it won't last for long."

Somehow I knew this, could feel that this was too good to be true. But it didn't matter. I was here, now, in his arms and he was in mine.

Pulling back only slightly, I trace his markings with a finger before meeting the bottomless dark eyes that know me so well, that look at me like he can see into my soul.

"Then let's not waste the time that we have." My voice is husky.

Not even a moment later and his lips are on mine. A deep, hungry kiss that is filled with so much love and passion that it blows my mind and I lose my own control.

My hands tare at his clothes, ripping and pulling them from his body. He wastes little time ripping my dress that had materialized with me off. His lips are on my neck and I make a small moan.

"I missed you." I say, pulling his face up to meet mine again in a deep kiss. My fingers once again in his hair.

He doesn't need to speak. The way he holds me, touches me, and kisses me is more than enough for him to express his own misery without me. Our bodies melt together, on fire like molten lava in the hottest volcano. Passion sparking and igniting like a raging inferno. This is how we collide. We are like two sparks meeting in the middle to create a flame. We are as one, together in a way I have never felt in another being. My arms wrap around his neck as he completes me. Makes me feel like I'm not truly alone and never really was all those years. Our names leave the others lips and when we are finished we lie there in the sand for what must be hours. Sometimes talking, sometimes kissing. But never moving an inch apart, we stay this way until the sun is gone and the moon makes the sand shine beneath us with her rays.  

My body still on top of his, he holds me close and pulls his jacket up to cover me. He takes my hand and kisses my fingers running his own through my hair, before stopping,

"No." he whispers. "I can't be without you again."

It is when he says this that I realize the glow on my skin is fading, my flesh slowly becoming transparent again. I look into his eyes and kiss his lips lightly again.  

"I will be with you. Even if you cannot see me."

He nods and swallows deeply. "It still hurts."

I kiss him again, and he returns this, the kiss lighter and more loving than hungry as it was before.

"I know. I love you Elias."

He smiles at me sadly yet warmly. "And I love you my demon."

I shake my head as my body begins to fade. "I am simply Azreal."

When I fade completely, I roll off him and my dress reforms around my naked body. He dresses and starts towards the ship. Though his shoulders are nowhere near as weighted as they were before, there is still a sadness there that I cannot ignore. Truly, we need each other like the air we breathe. Or the air I used to breath.


I follow along beside him, and even though he cannot feel me. I hold his hand in my own. "I'll never leave you." Our footsteps have only one trail, his alone. Mine invisible in the sand.

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"Be careful!" I squeal worriedly as Abernos runs with Ari on his shoulders, gripping his antlers as she laughs.

Mias sits beside me, arms crossed, watching them intently, ready to jump if something were to go wrong. I lean my head on his shoulder and one of his arms encircles my waist.

"What are you thinking?" he murmurs, kissing my forehead lightly. I smile and return it with a kiss on his cheek.

"Just how you're more of a mother than I am sometimes."

He scoffs and looks back at Abernos and Ari.

"Shush, woman." He says simply, but there is a smirk on his face as he watches them. I cuddle into him and he slightly tightens his hold on me.

Abernos runs back and forth with my little girl on his shoulders, never seeming to tire of the endless game they play, whatever it is.

"Faster uncle Abernos!" she squeals, her face bright with young joy.

He is more than happy to comply, speeding around the clearing as though his life depended on it. But it might as well; Ari's got him as tight around her finger as she does Mias. I smile at this. She'll surely be quite the eye candy when she's older. But looking at Mias…I'm more worried about the men who will come to the door. I laugh suddenly at this mental image and Mias raises an eyebrow at me. I simply shake my head and we go back to watching Abernos and Ari at play.

Suddenly there is a thunderous sound and then Abernos's brother, Bernos, charges into the clearing.

"Abernos!" he calls, and Abernos takes Ari off his shoulders at his brother's serious tone, setting her down to walk over to Mias and I.

I take her into my arms as I strain to hear what Bernos is saying across the clearing. I catch a sentence on the wind that has me rising quickly to my feet.

"The town is burning."

I give Mias one look and I know he has heard as well, we rush over.

"What do you mean?!" I ask franticly. Holding Ari close, who listens but has no real comprehension of the situation. And I wouldn't expect her to.

Bernos looks at me, his stony expression betrayed by the panic in his eyes.

"Didn't you hear me, Elle? The town is on fire, houses are burning, people are being roasted alive. Apparently, some bastard started it in the pub."

He shifts his stance and as he does, the wind seems to follow. Suddenly I can smell the scent of fire on the air. My eyes widen as I realize the severity of the situation.

"We have to go help!" I say to Mias. Who looks at me as if I were insane.

"There's no way I'm letting you or Ari anywhere near those buildings." His tone tells me that there will be no arguing with him.

Usually I can weasel my way into our out of things with him with a smile, sweet words or flash of skin, even with a bat of my eyelashes. But today is one of those rare occasions when he is in total control.

"But," I begin weakly. "All those people. We can't just leave them to die."

He pulls us into his arms and kisses me on the mouth lightly before kissing Ari's head gently.

"And we won't. I'll go. I'll help how I can if it puts you at ease."

I nod slightly. And he turns to Abernos.

"Make sure Elle and Ari get home safely. Stay with them or ill skin you."


Normally Bernos would skin Mias for the empty threat but his mind seems too cluttered with worry. Abernos simply nods and takes my hand, leading me away as Bernos and Mias hurriedly take their leave. Heading towards town while the three of us head towards home. Ari whimpers and hides her face in my neck. I hug her tightly and can only force myself not to make the same sound out of worry and fear.