"I'm on a mission

And it involves some heavy touchin' yeah

You've indicated your interest

I'm educated in sex, yes." - Lady Gaga, LoveGame

that will make my life easier as a mortal man. I thought that they were supposed to be destruction and all, but Slate keeps surprising me. At the back of my head there's a voice saying that he has stolen the things he brought for me, but there's a huge part of me says that he's being sincere and really bought these things for me.

After roaming the city of Brooklyn, he went away for a couple of hours and he came into the apartment at exactly 10:42 in the evening. I have a pretty good memory, and I'm thankful that I haven't lost that when I became a mortal (I hope that this is really a temporary thing). As soon as he got home, he had bags in his hands, and without saying anything to me, he gave it to me rather forcefully and went into his room. I was supposed to thank him, but never got the chance to. Plus, whenever I say thank you to him, or say good stuff to him, he frowns and gets pissed. But it's a good thing that he never lashes out to me. So I decide from now on that I'll never thank him, even though I'm itching to do so.

The city of Brooklyn is glinting beautifully at night again and before I sleep, I'd like to have a view of this beautiful city. Having seen this will help me get a good night sleep, and it reminds of my mother, who loves beautiful things and keeps seeing good things. I can't help but think that as soon as she lays her eyes upon this beauty, her eyes will never leave the sight of this.

The two bridge reflect on the East River, and in between of them is the reflection of the moon shining brightly. The stars are scattered across the sky. Even though the clock reads 11:32 in the evening, there are still a lot of cars and blinking white and red lights across the streets.

Taking a deep breath, I turn around and undress myself, leaving myself in my green boxers. I found out about this comfortable feeling when I was stripping myself off because I was uncomfortable and this happened in the morning, and ever since then, I discovered that the air feels good on my skin. So after stripping myself off I dive into my bed and sigh in contentment as I drape the duvet on top of me and bury my head into the comfy pillow, shutting my eyes.

With a thought of tomorrow will be another day I need to overcome, I sleep peacefully, my parents' faces flashing inside my head and I swear I feel my bed dip, but it could just be my head playing tricks, or it could be just because my body is so exhausted, so I never bother about it and sleep.

When the morning comes, the sun is shining brightly, its ray going through the uncurtained see-through windows. My eyes flutter open and I already feel the good in the morning, and I let out a yawn. For a moment I just stare at the city of Brooklyn, doing nothing but watching the birds freely fly in the sky; the sky has been painted of light blue color, with white calm clouds moving slowly.

I pick up my clothes on the ground and wear them, and head outside and find the demon already dressed up formally. A demon who is in a suit and tie dress. His hair is brushed up, gelled, and he looks totally different. He looks very... human. "Morning," I say to him. I find out that he doesn't like to be greeted in the morning with a good morning, or good afternoon, or good evening. So I find a different way to greet him. Back in the Angels' Home, whenever I wake up and see my parents, I always greet them good mornings. The demon just looks at me and nods in acknowledgement. I mean to ask him something but he turns his back on me and I frown.

He prepares something for me and without saying anything he throws something in the air: a red orb, the one that I've seen before he took me here, and the red orb glows brightly, then it expands until it can fit several people. The demon arches a brow at me and slips himself through the portal and with a blink sound, the portal disappears. On the table I see that he has left me some breakfast to eat: wheat bread, sunny side-up, and hotdogs. He who likes to eat mortal foods. I'm talking about the demon.

Without further ado, I shrug and take a seat on one of the stools and begin to gobble up the food that he has prepared for us for breakfast and I'm thankful for him.

After eating I decide to try the stuff that he has bought for me, and check myself in the mirror. There are a lot of t-shirts, and there are even formal attires such as suits, polos, and collared shirts, and I have this thought that it might not be for me. However he has given the bags to me, so it means that it's for me. There are a couple of pants and tight shorts, which I think will make me uncomfortable once I wear them. But all I have to do is be thankful enough for these things he has given me. It's not an everyday scenario where a demon just intrudes in your life and decides to give you a view of the city and gives you things that you don't ask for verbally.

Once I try them all, I decide to do something else. I decide to clean the apartment, even though I really don't know how to. It will ease me, and it will make things easier if I'm going to be a mortal for long. Somewhere around cleaning the house, I find a mortal device; it's made of silver metal, with a huge white circle on the center and a screen. On the back of the device is an apple with a bite on the right side which makes me scowl slightly, and I must have hit a button and the screen lights up, displaying the title: Chandelier by SIA. I frown at the title, and press the center of the circle and I yell when the device comes to life, producing a song and I glare at the device.

Mortal stuff is going to kill me, I swear.

One, two, three drink. One, two three drink, the device blares through the speaker and I pick the device up, checking to see if there's a dent or something. The song is kind of catchy, so I decide to let it play while I clean. I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier! I frown at the lyrics but shrug. The song must have been on repeat because it keeps playing, but I never bother to change it. I must admit, I don't know how to use the device.

The clock reads 10:53 in the morning, and the sun is now soaring high into the sky.

I wish I could go downstairs, to roam around the city once more, but I know that that invisible thread is still wrapped around me like a leash. If the demon senses that I'm out in the city, he'd think that I'm trying to escape and I know I'd be dead. Perhaps I could ask him to join me in roaming the city again, if that's what it takes me for to see and feel the beauty again, then I'm not going to complain.

But afternoon comes, and he's still not there.

And I'm bored.

And the night comes, but he's still not here.

There are still a couple of hotdogs from the breakfast he made, and I decide to eat that. There are meats in the refrigerator, but I don't know how to cook. I don't even know how to turn on a stove, and if I try to do so, I'm sure that I'd mess things up and before the morning comes, I'd be lying in a pool of my own blood because of what I've done.

When exhaustion comes, I decide to take a shower. Once done, I strip myself off and head to bed.

I wake up in the middle of the night as the sound of a blink comes through the door, and I hoist myself up and rub the sleepiness off my eyes. I stand up, still naked except for my groin, and head outside my room and find the demon; the demon's tie is loosely hanging around his neck, and his hair is tousled. The buttons of his suit are unbuttoned. He must have been so tired, I think.

His eyes meet mine and I feel a shiver run down my spine; his eyes are so dark, and a sly smirk appears on his lips. I freeze on the spot, as if he has done something in me, and I can't move. His eyes never leave mine as he takes off his tie and unbuttons his cuffs while walking toward me. His face is silhouetted, and even though it is, I can see how firm his jaw is, and how his dark eyes twinkle in the dark.

Once he's in front of me, his thumb traces the outline of my jaw, and the bottom of my lips and I feel my breath hitch. I feel the air has been taken off my lungs. His touch is warm, and the way he graces his thumb across my skin is as gentle as my mother would pet a bird.

"Hadraniel," he breathes out my angel name and then something inside me snaps, and I fall, but before I land on the ground his arms snake around my waist, and he lifts me up bridal style and I rest my head on his firm and clothed chest.

I wish to ask him earlier why he keeps me as a prisoner here in his apartment but I'm unable to force myself. Words are stuck in my throat and they won't get out of my lips. But it's fine. I'm exhausted any way. I can see that he brings me to my room, and lays me down gently on the bed like my mother had done when I was a kid. I smile at him, though I cannot see his face this time. I'm not sure as well what reaction he has on his face. I just shut my eyes and let the sleep takes over my body.

When I wake up, it's all the same: sun is soaring high in the sky, birds chirping as if they are singing, and the crowded streets of the city of Brooklyn. I lift myself up using my elbows, resting on the bed. I think back of what happened last night, and I can't remember anything. I'm pretty sure I woke up, and someone breathed my name. Without thinking further, I shrug and swing my feet to the ground, picking up my clothes on the ground and wearing them.

I head outside my room and find the demon already making up a breakfast. And when my eyes meet his, he smiles and says "Good morning," and I stand frozen on the spot, narrowing my eyes at him suspiciously. He lets out a chuckle and motions for me to take a seat, which I do. I don't need to be told twice. "Okay this time we're going somewhere. And oh, I forgot." He raises his index finger and makes a circle in the air, and then points it to me and suddenly I feel like the air has come back inside my lungs. I wrap my fingers around my throat. "Invisible thread is now gone. Don't thank me." He says sternly. I narrow my eyes at him again, keeping my eyes straight at him.