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It was a nice day.
As long as Derek (his name was something else once upon a point in the past, but the longer he's lived, the more he's had time to think on it, and for now Derek sounded best-) had been on Earth, the earth as he's known it, every day has been nice.
The sun was out and as promised per its birth, it breathed life into every corner of the verdant, forest like labyrinth where he resided. Rain dropped in on occasion and sated the lush and greenery. The wind was gentle and blew through like an old friend with its kind caress. Every now and then a great boom would come from above, but Derek wasn't worried. He had heard through the trees and their vines that they were workshopping a new concept- tentatively it's been called the lightenen. But, that was a silly name, and Derek was sure something else would come to fruition eventually. Better yet, they should bring forth a word to precede the flashing of light, otherwise the humans not in the know would believe they were being smited.
That's a harsh feeling- thinking you're about to be smited. Derek would know, his sister had threatened it on occasion.
Derek's post was in a wooded corner of the labyrinth. Every new day, a new animal was being born, and his job was to protect and watch them and make sure nothing stopped the young from reaching their natural stages of life.
There wasn't much to protect from however. All the other angels were doing their jobs fine and well, and not much got out from each domain that would affect the other areas.
Derek had a lot of time.
He has spent most of that time thinking.
Thinking is a trail that can go on forever in either soft circles or sharp edged turns- or both for the lucky. Derek was a sharp painful turn sort of thinker. His sister threatened to smite him for speaking his thoughts out loud once (she threatened to smite him a lot, but that's neither here nor there). Said his thoughts made real through word or question was a certain way to find himself Falling.
Falling. How terrifying.
It was a nice day.
The sun's light painted his wings a beautiful gold.
He had heard the whispers of new life. Murmurs of new plains to be built outside the labyrinth.
He continued to think.
He's thought (and thought and thought and thought, maybe he has too much time, and huh, that was a thought) about what a bad day might be like, but thinking about bad things in any capacity was a sure and unfortunate way to thinking about things that his sister warned him from- like fire. He's been told by everyone that knew him that fire was better left in old memories and buried deep down with all the brimstone.
It was a nice day.
"Today is quite nice, isn't it?" A voice floated over from behind. A second later, a crow hovered beside him.
"It is." He nodded. A blink- the crow transformed, and in its place a demon stood. Its wings were long and black. The sun gave it an odd brown tint.
"It really, really is. Much better than down below. I have to say I prefer this." It tilted its head. "Maybe even more than that above, sometimes it had been way too cold up there. Has it gotten any warmer?"
Derek looked forward.
"I'm Stiles by the way. My given name is a long mish mash of syllables that somehow even those with longer names than my own can't even pronounce." It- Stiles shook its head.
He hesitantly nodded his head. It was only right that he should be polite.
"Derek." He returned.
The crow demon smiled widely and inched closer. It passed his wing near Derek's own before settling it back down.
Derek frowned but reciprocated the action. That seemed to make the other smile brighter.
"So, what are you up to? They sent me up and just said to make trouble. What does that even mean? Do you know?"
Once more, Derek could only shake his head. He wasn't sure what trouble was either, but he heard that trouble was what the snake Crawly had done. Trouble was what led to Eve eating the apple. Trouble was probably a bad thing. He shouldn't think too much on it further.
"Evil, I suppose."
"Hmm, evil… evil… evil… yeah, I got nothing." The crow shrugged.
Derek looked off towards the distance. Clouds were forming, a greyish hue overtook a partiality of the sky. Rain was about to visit. Good. The animals' drinking holes were near empty.
The crow was sitting on the ground by Derek's legs, flicking it fingers around the grass.
"You know- I'm only a recent Fallen. They said I talked too much and asked too many questions- before I knew it, I was sauntering vaguely downward, and everything was getting more and more hot." Stiles frowned.
"I haven't figured out this trouble and evil thing, and you're an angel so you probably have no idea either… maybe… hmm… oh! Can I mess with the animals? Squish a few of their faces? That's got to be troubling right?"
Derek imagined it. The little young, still sensitive to touch, having their faces pulled.
He nodded, "That would be very evil."
Stiles threw a hand in air. "Yes! I'm getting it!"
"I'd have to stop you. They’re under my protection."
Stiles threw another hand in the air.
"An angel has to stop me. I'm really getting it!" The demon cheered. Derek felt an odd ticklish feeling in his chest. He placed his hand over his heart. He frowned. His body is as it was when it was built. Nothing should cause such an odd sensation. The crow might have more power than it thought.
Drops of rain began to fall. They hit the plants, the grass, the trees, and everything that needed its touch to carry on.
He looked down. The crow hadn't moved despite its words.
He paused for second, but when the rain began to plummet, he made up his mind. He raised his wing and held it over the other.
Stiles looked up at him.
Its smile started at its lips and then reached its eyes. It was bright like a flash- like lightenen.
The rain continued. The sky darkened.
It was going to be a dark and stormy night.