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I too have been blessed with a lovely new form. I would love to see yours.

Magnificent. Where shall we meet?

You are welcome to come to my castle, though it has become more derelict and unsettling than usual. I'm assuming it has to do with the recent changes that have seemed to happen everywhere.

I won't mind. Your presence alone will brighten the dreariness.

[gag.

It doesn't take him along to arrive. Aunamee looks deceptively angelic as a nephilim, what with his white cloak and his boyish face. His halo is so bright that it obscures the short horns growing from his scalp. His second pair of eyes are only visible when he turns his left cheek.

He knocks on the door in an almost sing-song rhythm. It's the same way he always knocks when he visits AM.]

Oh, you do flatter me so.

[And soon enough, Aunamee shows up. He knows the sound of the knock, but he still peers through the spy hole to make sure. And indeed, he sees a lovely creature before him, at least as much as the small hole can make out. The grand doors are opened and two nephilims face one another.

AM and Aunamee are both horrible people who delight in the suffering of others. And yet they both look like perfectly angelic beings, as if they had just descended from the heavens.

AM's halo is bright as well, and the two meet to form something illuminating. It lights up the weathered stone of the castle, the creeping vines that seem to strangle the life out of it.]

Ah, you truly are a sight to behold. [He reaches to gently touch Aunamee's check, curious to feel the glow of the skin.]

[He shudders as the hand touches his cheek. He's forgotten how much he enjoys touch, how it feels so perfect to have someone else's existence brush up against him like that. These hands have harmed so many people, and yet they're so peaceful right now. How wonderful. How invigorating.]

Oh, AM. Look at us.

[He draws himself closer, bringing up a hand to rest against the other man's chest.]

We truly are kindred spirits.

[This is truly the first time AM has felt true flesh on Aunamee's body. Of course, the time they switched forms and Aunamee's body started growing tissues doesn't entirely count... It's now that he looks and feels human, but more.

AM lets Aunamee's hand rest on his chest. It's lucky that AM isn't wearing a shirt right now - it is a warm night, almost at the summer solstice (because strangely, this planet seems to have the exact same year length and season length and sun position as the Earth), and shirts are cumbersome with these wings.

He lets out a soft laugh when Aunamee says they're kindred spirits. How untrue that is in many ways, because Aunamee is a disgusting human. And yet...]

We are. Perhaps it's some kind of fate that we have both become angels.

[He steps back, allowing Aunamee to come directly into the castle. It is rather dark inside, though various sconces attempt to maintain some illumination.]

[He enters the castle, taking care to stay close to the lights. As a nephilim, Aunamee has found that darkness puts him on edge.

Still, it does nothing to dampen his mood.]

You think it's delightfully ironic, don't you? That we look so angelic.

[AM too stays near the light sources. In a way he misses the night vision he had as an arachne, though that was long ago... The two of them together seem to produce a bit of light with their glowing halos, but AM is keen to step into the dim light of the sconces.]

Hm... Normally it wouldn't be so dark in here. No matter what I do, this castle seems to maintain a dark, dreary look.

[He glances up at one of the sconces, shaped like some sort of hideous gargoyle thing. It is beautiful in a way, but eerie.

But he looks back at Aunamee, the angel who stands in front of him. He laughs.]

Yes, it is delightfully ironic. We can make great use out of these forms, you know.

I disagree. I don't think it's ironic at all.

[But his voice is chipper. He moves down the hallway with his usual grace, alternatively taking in the scenery and his companion's face. Aunamee has a way of looking at people like they're the most important person in the world.]

We've always been saviors, AM. Think about all of the people we've saved from unspeakable pain and suffering. When they're on the ground, gasping and begging for death, we're always happy to oblige.

[This guy.]

[It's then that Aunamee reveals how different the two of them truly are. There is no goodness in either of them, but goodness is subjective, isn't it? They could indeed be the most righteous beings in existence.

As he gazes upon Aunamee's face, he does look righteous. He looks compassionate and dazzling, truly like an angel coming down to save one. Absolutely beautiful. (And the fact that AM had an opportunity to ruin his beauty in the past is still a wonderful memory for him.)]

Perhaps sometimes, Aunamee...

[He smiles, turning around to face the dim light source.]

Though sometimes I find I cannot give that killing blow. [He turns back around with a swish of his hair and feathery wings.] Some would think that would be more of a righteous action - sparing one's life.

That's what makes it so beautiful.

[Speaking of beautiful. It's almost entrancing, the way AM turns to look at him. He finds that he prefers the other man as an angel, that he does a better job fitting into Aunamee's vision of beauty. All of the other monsters are dingy in comparison.]

When you have someone's life in your hands, every decision you make is the right one. We're like gods.

[He leans in close.]

And people still worship the cruel ones.

[AM smirks in contentment at Aunamee when he affirms what he says. Turning toward the other nephilim, he reaches to take Aunamee's head in his hands, and sink his fingers into his hair. (After all, AM hasn't seen Aunamee with hair since that stint in the past.)]

We are gods.

[And how sweet it would be to crush Aunamee's head between his hands right now. But no, they're "even", aren't they? At least, the episode in the past doesn't count.]

The lord giveth and the lord taketh. The cruel ones are worshiped even harder in a sad attempt to appease them.

But we both know that only works so well.

[He moves quickly, almost violently as he pushes himself forward to kiss AM. It's been far too long since he's felt someone else's lips against his own.

(Let alone lips that called him a god.)

Romance has always had occupied a curious niche in Aunamee's mind. He's never loved or trusted another human being, and yet physical contact like this leaves him uncharacteristicly euphoric -- and thereby exposed. For a man who prides himself on perfection, there is nothing deliberate about his decision to court AM. He hasn't fully considered the risks. The danger.

All he wants to do is get close to the flame without burning up.]

[It seems that AM has said the magic word. Aunamee's demeanor lights up to match his halo. He eagerly takes the other, pressing their lips together. They never really kissed before now, did they? Not like this. Not when they were both beautiful angels as if written out of a fairy story.

Like Aunamee, the physical is what AM is after. He feels no romance, no compassion, for anyone, but he can feel attachment, certainly. And Aunamee is a fun distraction, a fun toy who had once been a thorn in his side. But his passion can easily be channeled in the right places.

There is a soft warmth between them, a beautiful scent that rises, masking the damp, dreary odor of the castle. A hand reaches to feel the soft feathers of Aunamee's wing, internally comparing it with his own.

Funny indeed that they both have become angels.]

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