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House M.D: Forgotten B. 4

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'You have been charged with high crimes my child. Will you knell and repent to save your soul?'

Greg flinched at the bright light before him; his body being pressed down by both of the guardians. A crowed of Angels laid around him, watching, some piting, some thrilled, some shocked. He turned his head away from the bright light, letting his eyes search, going pass all those pointless faces in til he found him.

'Mathew.' He mouthed, his face covered with hope. He had stepped into a judgment that had nothing to do with him but he could not stand the sight nor the thought of Mathew being punished, so in a ill attempt, Greg stepped before Mathew and told their creator the act he had done after Mathew, in hopes to spare his friend the bowels of hell... What he was given was the sudden outraged yell from their creator upon hearing Gregs act, the crimes against Mathew were all but forgotten, the punishment was now on himself. So here he was, offered a chance to repent and walk away clean once again if he simply returned what he had stolen. But that meant he would have to admit fault and take back his words, he would have to go back and place back that misery... that pain. Greg watched Mathew in the crowed, waiting. 'Help me.' He mouthed.

His eyes widen when Mathews face turned from horror to relief. The blond hair angels lips turned up into a smile and he stood there happily, his arms hugging himself. Mathew was happy that the blame was taken off him... even if it meant Greg's soul.

Gregs could not believe it. Could not understand it. Rage slowly filled his chest and spread threw his veins like a crumbling dam. He would not like like the others, he was nothing like them. With lips a snarl, he looked back up to the shining light and shouted, his body jerking under those strong hands, his white feathered wings spreading out above him.

"Never!"

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"Greg?"

He shrugged a little in his sleep muttering, his cheek burying itself into the cool grass under him. Damn those memories. He just couldn't have a peaceful night of sleep, just simply plain black darkness rolling through his empty mind. "Greg?" that little voice buzzed in his ear making him snarl and brush it away. Damn bugs, the world was full of them and he still didn't see the point of creating them. Sure it was fun to watch women scream and even some guys run for their lives but there was a limit.

A hand touched his shoulder and gently shock him, stirring his mind and making his eyes open. The faint glow of orange light showed him that it was indeed night time. The fire lingering beside him cast its warm glow around itself, letting Greg see as he roll onto his back, whom had woken him.

James was kneeling beside him with the most curious expression on his face. "Damn." Greg muttered, "I really thought you were just a figment of my dreams."

"Dreams?" James sat down fully beside Greg, letting the other sit up fully and yawn, stretching his arms over his head in order to crack his spine. A few hours ago, Greg had guided him to a pond in which he could bath and remove the dry dirt from his flesh and clothing. In which he was very greatful. When James found himself done, he stood on the banks of the pond nude, his clothing laying on the now cold grass wanting for the sun to return to dry. It seemed nightfall had come and cast over them while he bathed. He turned to speak to Greg but only found his new friend laying on his side beside a roaring camp fire. Taking his clothes, James laid them beside the fire hoping they would dry quicker and moved himself to settle close to the demon.

For some reason, he was not scared of this man. He was told to fear all demons, to never let your guard down with them. They were bent of stealing Angels souls and turning them black like their hearts in order to gain a tail. Rumor had it, if a black soul collected enough souls of Angels, they would be given a tail and with that, they could truly be damned and be able to touch the purest of object, be able to control the minds of the mortals of the world with out effort and worse yet.

To have their power grow much greater by ten fold.

But Greg had yet to do anything to sway his mind. What was strange, was the fact that his demon seemed to be trying to get away from him. Thou the question did ring out... Why was he still following Greg, knowing all this?

"What the hell! Where the fuck are your clothes?!"

"Greg! Your words! Just because you are a demon does not mean you should spill such vile before me."

"You give me that speech one more time I'm going to drop every curse word I've learned on this planet."

James opened his mouth to protest but choose against his words and closed it. Greg smirked at his won hand only to let his eyes trail down. James sat besided him nude, his chest plain and smooth... thou it seemed they had him work out. Small hints of define muscles were starting to peek over. Greg had to admit... the creator made James look very... handsome. His eyes trailed lower before settling on his lap, raising a brow slowly. Oh yes, that's right. Angels do not have the organs mortals do. He snorted to himself, it was like looking at a naked Ken barbie doll. How sad. But even if there was nothing there... James still looked to good and that alone made Greg blush. Grabbing his coat, slipping it off his back, he tossed it to James, whom jumped at the sudden impact, muttering, "Put this on and hide your shame."

"Shame? What do you mean? There is no shame in the naked form, we were given life as such, there is no reason to hide it." But even has he said it, he slipped the jacket on, letting it bag over his form and lap.

"Yeah well, its a shame when you lack the one thing that makes it enjoyable." Greg stated. Reaching back, he rubbed his shoulder blades sighing. Finding no need to fly anymore, he had tucked his wings back into his back, making the task of removing and replacing clothes a bit more easier. It seemed James had mastered the same talent for when Greg watched him, he noted those white feathered wings were no where to be seen.

"Lack the one thing? What do you mean?" James asked, his head tilted. Greg blinked, before looking away muttering. "Nothing, forget I said anything."

They sat in silence, Greg staring out into the darkness of the night while James watched him, his fingers picking idly at the sleeves of the coat. Bowing his head, James lips made a slow smile. The scent that lingered on the coat, Gregs scent... it was far different from any other he noticed. It wasn't sweet nor was it clean like his home, No. It was dark... spicy... musky. Closing his eyes, James breathed in deep, wanting to remember the scent even after he was taken back.

He frowned slowly, a deep sigh leaving his chest. He found himself.. not wanting to leave the demons side. It was very strange but Greg was different. It was like, Greg understood him. Slipping his glance back, he noticed something different. Greg wasn't wearing his gloves and James got to see for the first time, Gregs hands in the flesh and the sight made his heart squeeze.

They were scarred and burned, black marks raking up along his palms and fingers. It was like, he had reached into the camp fire and tried to snatch back the flames. Reaching out, he laid his hand upon the ruined flesh, causing Greg to jerk and snap his head back to glare at him. James quickly removed his touch, his free hand pulling the coat as if trying to hide himself under it. But the need to know was far stronger.

"..What... happened?"

Greg rose a brow a little before lifting his hands. He groaned lightly, he lost his gloves during his talk with Mathew that he had gone and forgot to pick them up and slip them back on. His fingered curled inward, he hated his hands. His wings and horns were enough to remind him of his fate, but now his hands were going to mock him in til they were fully healed.

"This is my punishment." He muttered.

"What happened?"

Greg looked over to his new cozy buddy whom seemed to scoot closer, his eyes never removing themselves from his ruined hands. "You really want to know?" He watched, searching that gentle face. James looked up, brown meeting blue. They were very dark, almost black but their swirled with a eagerness to know and for some reason, warmth. With a deep breath, be it a good or bad outcome, James nodded.

Lowering his hands a little to his lap, Greg shock his head and looked back out. How many times did he replay this story in his mind? To many to count.

"When I lived in paradise. I created to place out events in lives of the mortals that would either break them or please them. I was one of their 'fates' so to speak. Even thou I was in control of thousands of lives, I really wasn't. Each life was planned before they were given to me. Our...Your creator would have a plan for certain souls and it was our task to ensure that it would be carried out.

Half of the events I placed upon this world and man kind I wish I would take back. But we were not made with free will, we have no right to question a task or the will of our maker... But one day it changed." Closing his eyes, Greg gave a sad smile.

"There was this women, beautiful, sweet hearted soul ever made. I watched her from time to time, from being a child to a full grown women and I was pleased of how her life was coming out. She was a fire cracker and could snap a man in two, but she had the most amazing smile... Her one dream in her life was to be a mother. To hold a child of her very own. Her fate was not planned out fully and I figured she would get her wish and live her happily ever after. But I was wrong.

HE came and placed down a special event to happen in her life. She was to bear NO children. I was outraged. HE proclaimed that in this event, she would suffer the heart ache of never holding a child but after the years of her struggle, she would rise up and she alone would create a foundation that would bring in thousands of children and in our end, thousands of new souls for paradise. A greedy deed ensuring us more followers. After HE laid down his law, we had to follow suit. What choice did we have? And so, for three years I watched that women sob and break her body. Every treatment she endured, every action she tried. Her faith was weltering and her pain only grew. I did no know how long she would suffer before she set out to do her main task of life. But she kept holding on and I could hear her. She kept praying, asking for a miracle."

He laughed, a humorless laugh. "How sad hm? She prayed to the very heavens that was denying her that one wish in order to give us thousands of new followers. Damn selfish and I fucking went along with it." Greg fell silent then and James had the sudden urge to slide over and hug him, to embrace him in his arms and wish the guilt he felt away. But before he could even move a nerve, Gregs voice muttered out. "Thats when it happened."

"What?"

Greg looked over to James slowly, his face covered with rage and pain. "She had a child." James eyes snapped wide, his lips parted in shock. "I was not the only one suffering with her. Another angel could no bear to keep her suffering for he was the one placed to handle her. Every pray she said, he heard and he could not bear keeping it away. So one night, while she laid sleeping, he broke the taboo and touched her stomach and gave her a life. A couple of weeks later, she found the news of her child and cried out in tears of joy you would have thought she gave her the world. She was to be a mother... And HE was furious. His plan for the followers were ruined, what pain and grief was she to lean on in order to create the foundation?! An act of greed upon the angels, to give this women a child of her very own ruined the chance to gain the souls of a good portion of the world. HE would not stand for it and so. He took it into his own hands."

Gregs lips snarled, his fingers digging into his palms, hard enough to draw blood. "He waited six months, in til she was swollen with her child and could feel his kick in her belly. He waited in til all the joy she felt was filled and reached out his hand and sent his lackey to do his deed." Gregs words spat with every drop of acid he could muster. "He sent Albert to take the child away... He made her miscarry."

James covered his mouth with his hands in pure shock and sickness. To picture a women so full of life, holding her swollen stomach with the glow every mother had for their unborn child, suddenly twisted to a picture of a sobbing pile of limbs, holding her flat stomach in pain and dismay, laying in a pool of her own blood.

"He took the child away and planned to have her sudden grief work in his favor. She would mourn for a while but she would do what her life was set out to do... But she was different. She was a hard headed one... A month after her child was taken, she went and took her own life. What life was worth living when all you wanted was taken away? This news caused dismay for him and he pointed out to have the angel whom gave her the child in the first place to be brought forward and charge with the crimes of losing those followers. All awhile, the soul of that women would forever sit in limbo, to always suffer the pain and sorrow of her lost child."

"Who was he?" James whispered. "Who was the angel that gave her the child?"

"Mathew."

James eyes widen slowly, watching Greg pick up a rock from the ground and toss it, letting it ripple within the still lake. "He was weak spirited, he didn't want to be punished but he didn't want her to suffer. Nor did I. I did not know they were chasing him down to bring him to judgment for I... I.... I went and searched for the child." He looked upon his hands again, his fingers relaxed. "I went to the land of unborn children and searched for her scent. I found him, a perfect little boy. Blond hair and green eyes. So tiny and so beautiful, how could we take such a life with no regret? Taking him from that gate, I went to limbo and swore, I would not let her suffer again. I sat back and let a pure innocent women suffer in order to gain, I would not do it again.

The mortals whom killed themselves, if there is to much pain, can not pass over the gate to paradise and they will never know the true feeling of peace. Understand Jimmy, if a lost soul on this world suffers so much pain and no one can help, if they see that a blade by their own hands could give them that peace, they will pass into paradise. They failed to find happiness upon their world, but they will find it in ours for once you pass that threshold, His decree was 'no law nor ruling can turn that soul away. Not even by thy hands.' Over that threshold... you were safe. So with the child, I searched her out and found her back in the very room she lost her child, hugging a battered and blood covered stuff toy she had gotten her unborn child. She had gone mad, sitting there rocking, humming to the empty room. I tried to reach out to her but she was to lost, to far from my reach. I didn't know what to do. But then, the child started to cry.

It was like, he was trying to reach his mother, he could feel her spirit and he wanted to be back in her arms, where he belonged. It had worked for she had stopped humming and sat there listening. It was a miracle for she turned and looked upon him, her eyes filled with tears and her face broken in a lost hope, a forgotten dream. I held the child out to her, letting him cry, his small arms reaching. It took a while, but she finally took him in her arms and there the child fell silent and smiled up at her. Its a sight I will never forget. She hugged the child so close to her beating heart and I could feel her pain slowly fade. She looked to me and with a tear stained smile, she whispered, 'thank you.' and like that. She was gone along with the child. Reunited, they both passed over the threshold, to spend the rest of eternity with one another with no fear of ever being split apart.

When I returned home, I found a gathering and was told they had found the Angel whom had broken a taboo. I got closer and I found Mathew in the middle, scared and helpless."

"Did... you know each other?"

Greg narrowed his eyes. In more ways then one. "Yes. You could say we were once friends. I found him and knew what he had done and I did not think he deserved to be punished. So I pushed my way threw and got beside him and told our creator it was wrong to deny a women pleasure of a child to help in our own gain. You can just picture how upset he was to have another child of his disagree with his ruling. He ordered me to step aside so he may punish Mathew. I feared for him and did not want him to be sent to hell. I wasn't thinking and I blurted out the deed I had done earlier.

Mathews crime was all but forgotten the moment I uttered those words. Soon I was the one charged and I was the one being told to repent. No one helped me, Mathew sank back into the crowed like the coward he was and left me for dead and YOUR Creator damned me to become what my heart was. A sinner."

A dark ugly smirk touched Gregs face as his voice dropped, whispering, muttering to James ears making him shiver. "Thats how I got these burns... Do you know truly how a angel becomes a demon?" Greg took the silence and still form of his buddy as a no and went on. His body shivered as his wings suddenly appeared snapping out, flapping lightly in the warm night air before folding down, letting the leather black surface hover before James wide eyes.

"The second HE decrees your punishment, your body goes numb. He paralyzes you. You can not die but you can feel it. The moment your body goes limp the ground under you opens and you fall. He tosses you from paradise and as you fall toward earth, you can not move, so you can not slow down your speed. The faster you fall the harder the wind blows against you and as you get closer, you start to feel the heat. Your wings are burning Jimmy. As you fall your wings catch on fire and burn every feather off, staining the pale skin to black coal, ridding itself of the smooth texture to rough leather. You can not stop it, not in til you reach the bottom. By the time you do, your wings are ruined and blistered and even then, you still can not move. Your body strikes the earth and caused the ground to crumble and break and on that impact your halo shatters. Splitting apart and with the help of the force impacted, the sharp edges bury themselves into your head, digging deep. Only when your fully upon the earth and both your wings and crown ware ruined, is his power lifted and your body becomes your own and then.. You scream. The pain and agony, the sorrow and rage you fill comes out in a glass shattering scream and all those emotions turn your new horns black. THAT is how you become a demon Jimmy."

Lifting up his hands to the angels eyes, he growled, "My hands were burned on my way down and it will take some time to heal them. But that is how they came to be Jimmy boy."

Lowering his hands back to his lap, he rose a brow at his silent company, letting everything he had just spoken sink in.

"So tell me Jimmy, What do you think of your paradise now?"
Chapter 4

Hey, do not be offend by what I write. Its a story, its made up, its suppose to make you think.

So dont bash me if you think its wrong. IT HELPS THE STORY

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CelesteStorywriter's avatar
Why does everyone keep saying they hate Mathew? Greg and Mathew were absolutely right.