New Chapter in Highest Tier (May 2021)

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Archangel Uriel (Flame of God)

First Guardian of the Garden of Four Seasons

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'Be honest and tell her what you would you do if you aren't an Archangel.'

Lucifer's words couldn't stop ringing in his head as he spread his blue-feathered wings, each of them dusted with golden tips, so large that he could see him in his peripheral vision.

The tiny rocks crumbled under his sandals as he took careful yet absent steps to the escarpment before he dropped down with his arms outstretched, closing his eyes and taking flight.

As he soared in the sky, feeling the strong winds as it lifted the strands of his blond hair, he realized that his thoughts weren't focused on his mission as God's Archangel.

His distracted mind was too focused on the possibility of Merle and him living together without bringing a 'Nephilim into this world—without breaking his covenant to his God.

There should be a way to get around this!

Archangel Uriel pinched his lips together.

She left Lucifer at the top of the plateau as he flew towards the direction of Merle's makeshift tent while his head was above the clouds.

At that moment, all he knew was that he should get to her.

When he opened his eyes, Uriel looked down, and he could see the incredible aerial view of the wide gardens.

His sharp gaze zeroed on the Tree of the Four Seasons he had sworn to protect, and he felt this resentment crushing his heart.

The magical fruit of the Tree of the Four Seasons was the thing that brought them closer and also symbolized why they couldn't be together.

Why him, out of all the Archangels, was chosen to experience forbidden love?

If he could, he would have asked God to be spared from this cruel fate.

Maybe, God did this on purpose to test his loyalty to him.

If he could turn back time, he wished he didn't set his eyes on Merle.

His lips curved upward as a single teardrop fell from his eye.

An Archangel showing human emotion?

This was new.

He wiped them with the back of his hand.

Archangel Uriel never even thought it was possible.

"What would I do if I am not an Archangel?" He asked himself as the chill of the water went deep-seated into his bones.

Archangel Uriel safely landed on the ground and shook off his wet wings before folding them close.

"Merle. Merle." Archangel Uriel called out as he opened the flap of her tent and peeked at the entrance.

He saw her looking at her reflection in the mirror, combing her long red hair, dripping wet, while Archangel Uriel could only see her back.

The strap of her grey tunic was so thin and loose that it kept on slipping out of her shoulder, making her entire upper back exposed.

"What are you doing here, Uriel?" Merle asked, scrambling to fix her clothes. "What do you want?"

"You have to get out."

A spark of surprise in her golden eyes. "Why would I have to get out?"

"You should come in—" Merle stopped herself and shook her head, changing his mind. "No. You will only mess up my shelter."

Uriel made a small wave in his hand. "It's not yours. This is your last night in my garden."

"Alright." Merle muttered. "Are you telling me to get out of this tent because you are throwing me out of your garden?"

"No." I don't want to enter a lady's home, even if it is temporary, without her permission." Beckoning a finger, he murmured huskily, "Come, my lady."

"Alright." Merle gave in, and her excitement was contagious. "Let me braid my hair."

"No need. I will mess it up."

"What do you—"

Archangel Uriel had a wide grin on his face as he released the flap of her tent, waiting for her patiently in the rain while he glanced up at the sky, letting the fat raindrops soak his flawless face and his messy blond hair while running his hands through it.

This will be the first time and the last time that he wouldn't let himself back when it came to Merle.

"Uriel." Merle called out as she exited out of her shelter. And he couldn't turn around fast enough when he heard her name.

He stalked towards her to meet her halfway.

Merle paused in the middle of approaching him, gasping when he saw the look on his face.

Archangel Uriel took the remaining steps to get closer and paused when she was within reach.

He focused on her lips with an intensity that could make a lady melt like the last snow on the first day of spring.

Archangel Uriel seized her long beautiful braids with longing and untangled them with his fingers.

Noticing that Merle's face was as fragile as a flower, his large hands gently cupped her jaw as he swooped in and brushed his lips against hers.

This time he was the one who initiated, bringing her more warmth than a shelter could ever give her.

Thunder crackled so loud that it made Merle flinch.

It was followed by a strike of lightning flashing through their closed lids.

Their hair was blown by the storm winds.

The whole world seemed to stop on its axis as Archangel Uriel kissed her so tenderly.

Magical droplets beaded through the crown of their head, washing away all their doubts and the frustration of experiencing a star crossed love.

As their lips locked together in the rush of the rain, Archangel Uriel wrapped her in his embrace.

Everything else seemed to blur.

His entire senses focused on every nuance of her movement.

It was a heavenly moment that made his love burst from his heart to his throat, demanding to be expressed.

Archangel Uriel was the first one to break the kiss.

He gazed into the golden depths of her gaze, and in that flash of a second, Archangel Uriel saw a young boy with dark hair and the same golden eyes as hers.

The boy had wings behind his back, but it didn't appear close to an Angel.

He quickly dismissed it as a quick hallucination.

Finally, Archangel Uriel told Merle how he felt as he held her cold hands. "I love you, Merle."