"Mortals do not have as much time as we do, which is why they serve as a greater being compare to the angels."
Every angel has to undergo multiple trials. Lithius was sent to Earth to undergo his delayed trials. Due to his unwillingness to particip...
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A fury surface landed itself gently onto the soft angelic skin, tickling it playfully with its prickly tongue. Lithius brushed his nose and swatted his hands around to stop its movement. A soft groan escaped his throat as he buried his face into the pillow next to him that smelt of fresh grass. The scent disgusted his senses, forcing him to crack his eyes opened. Pushing his body up lazily, Lithius ran his delicate fingers in between the strands of his dark brown hair with light green highlights. Stretching his aching muscle, he immediately grabbed onto his forehead the minute he felt a strong jolt striking through his system.
Calista's evil smirk flashed before his eyes, joining by the clusters of constellations that seemed to be having too much fun tattooing his body. Lithius ran his fingers along the side of his cheeks only to feel immense pain thundering against his mortal skin. Calista wasn't joking. She meant her words and seemed to have succeeded in throwing him into the planet the scroll had selected for him. Lithius tightened his fist against the soft orange sheets, hate burning along his veins. He didn't even have the time to say goodbye to Uriel or even paid his last respects to Cyril before disappearing like the unwanted planet dust.
His delicate robe disappeared, leaving him clad in a mortal's lean body and a pair of gym pants. Lithius could see the veins bulging from his arms, a sign that the mortal had been working out a lot to maintain his body. Rising from the comfortable bed, Lithius smiled softly at the feline who curled its orange tail gracefully around his ankle. He bent down, patted onto its fur gently before removing his legs from the fury grip. Sighing, Lithius headed over to the mirror, staring into the unknown figure standing in front of him. This mortal had extraordinary sharp jawline and pale skin that almost mirrored Males's human figure.
Embrace it, Lithius. This is your one-way ticket to getting back to Halion. If the game is not finished, then you will be stuck here forever. Magic is not your strength here any longer. Embrace it.
Lithius looked around the light blue painted room to study to the source of the voice, only to find it slowly disappear. He sucked in the air, reading the surroundings carefully to learn more about the mortal. On the left wall, beautiful paintings were hung neatly. He got a whim to study it as if the smallest stroke of the paintbrush could grant him a passage out of this horrendous dream. Studying the painting of an endless sea, Lithius wondered if this mortal was an artist just like Uriel once was. He had no idea how long he would be here, but the sight of the painting sent waves of torment through his system. It felt as if the sea was too vast that no one could read the cry in between each wave.
"Felix...," said Lithius softly, his fingers ran across the cursive writing at the end of the painting, slowly admiring the elegant artwork on the frame itself. "A man with happiness and luck, but, what is this restless feeling lingering within your heart, child? What's this growing fear you have been hiding along with your life?"
A sudden knock washed Lithius away from his bubble of thoughts. He cleared his throat, pulled the nearest and most hideous he had ever seen. With trembling fingers, Lithius put it on hastily and just in time, the door cracked open, revealing a middle – age girl who mirrored the features of Felix. Tilting his head to the side, he yelped when she wrapped both his arms tightly.
