---Thorn's POV---

To say I was nervous would be a gross understatement, as I felt my legs, even my wings tremble softly. Father had yet to release the woman in his arms, both her arms around his neck to press him closer as he held the back of her head in the palm of his hand.

Gentle, tenderly, as if he was terrified that she'd evaporate in his arms. And even from here, I could see the way her hands curled into fists, how they trembled and shook as their faces were buried in each other's throats.

I could almost feel the anguish they've been through and clearly, so could God. The deity looked at them with a sad smile in his face, a smile that quickly turned in a swift glare when one of the other angels dared to roll his eyes at the reunion.

The angel stiffened and paled, quickly averting his eyes from the pair as soon as he sensed God's stare and almost seemed to pout at being scolded. I shook my head with a soft scoff before glancing back at my parents.

A smile slipped on my face as I caught Dad scrubbing over his eyes, unwilling to let Mom go just yet. Arms looped around my waist, careful of my wings before I was pressed against Bidziil's chest. I bumped him with my hip, smiling teasingly as he pecked my cheek, thumbs rubbing over my hipbone reassuringly.

He probably guessed how my heart was stuttering in my chest, as this reunion was bittersweet for me. My fate was a mystery if mother had opted to keep me with her. Perhaps I would've been just like these condescending pigeons, puffing their feathers at one another, arguing without actually putting any solution forth for the issue.

More likely they would've ended my existence, seeing how far they went to break up mother and father. In their eyes, I was an abomination so they wouldn't think twice of sending me to the afterlife, even if I were a small babe.

She did what needed to be done, but it was a bitter pill to swallow. If she hadn't left me on Earth, so many things wouldn't have happened; I wouldn't even be here in the first place.

Still, to remember all the hardships and pain I went through, the abuse and near-death encounters... Was it worth it?

The arms around my hips tightened and I smirked, leaning further into Bidziil as I mentally nodded to myself. Yes, it definitely was worth every horrific second on Earth. It had been a brutal and painful life, filled with unspoken horrors and hardships, but it shaped me in the man I was today.

And to be honest, I was quite proud of myself. Without having true parental guidance, I do believe I shaped up to a decent being. In a world as harsh as the Earth, I had turned out pretty alright.

A smirk slid on my lips when Bidziil pawed at my hip, pulling me closer against him. I tilted my head back, not even surprised when his lips were already waiting to claim mine in a reassuring kiss.

Seems like someone else agrees that I'm just fine.

Bidziil smirked, most likely reacting to the teasing glint in my eyes before we looked back at my parents. They were still in one another's embrace, holding tightly though now they were simply staring at one another, communicating without words.

Dad cupped her cheek, as if he was holding the most rare and valuable item in his existence. In a way, he was right though. She was the reason for his entire being and he hadn't been complete when she was missing. But now that she had been returned to him, I knew both of them would be happier and stronger than ever.

Blue eyes opened, gleaming with tears yet they shone with joy and love. I felt a chill race down my spine as they locked on me, a tender and hopeful smile curling my mother's lips. My knees clicked together as she slowly, tenderly pushed dad back a small amount, still staring at me.

Dad turned as well, smiling tearfully as he motioned me over. A sudden bolt of fear churned through my stomach because... this was my mother. The woman I had longed for as a small child, to save me from the horrors of the world.

What is she doesn't like me? If she despises me for being what I am? What if-

Soft hands cupped my cheek and I looked up, feeling lips press against my forehead before I was swallowed up in a warm and loving embrace.

"My boy. My precious, precious boy." She whispered, crying softly to the point where I awkwardly patted her back, feeling Dad's fingers ruffle through my feathers as he too joined in on the hug.

Warm...So warm and soft...

Is this what it feels like to be loved by your parents?

My eyes closed as I clutched at my mother's back, repressing the tears as memories from Earth threatened to take over. The countless amount of times where I envied the human children, because their parents did everything to guide and nurture them.

Whenever those kids were hurt, either wound was treated and doted on, as insignificant as it might be. And I resented them, because I was forced to live on my own, to lick my wounds in solitude. I inhaled deeply, a warm soothing fragrance that was uniquely hers gave me a sense of déjà vu.

"Mum..." I choked out, hearing her gently hush me as her fingers delicately wove through my hair. "Shhh, its okay. It's okay...I'm here now..." She murmured soothingly, voice trembling tearfully but her smile when she gazed down at me was absolutely radiant.

"Can you forgive me? I didn't wish to leave you behind; it went against every bone in my body, it repulsed my very nature. But keeping you with me would've risked your life, and I couldn't be that selfish, no matter how much I wanted to."

I blinked again, this time the tears spilling over and a lump forming in my throat. And now I was the one comforting my mother, smiling as I shook my head, chuckling when she misunderstood for a moment and started sobbing.

"Mother...Mum. I never blamed you. I didn't understood back then and I wished for someone to save me plenty of times. But after hearing the truth from Dad... How could I blame you? You saved me." I glanced over her shoulder at the gathered angels, some of them remorseful.

"If anyone is to blame, blame them." I glared at the angels that seemed annoyed by the reunion. "Blame those hypocrites that vilified your relationship simply because it went against their vision of God's laws, how they broke a multitude of laws to right one 'wrong'."

God's eyes flashed before they smirked slightly, tossing their long, nearly white hair over their shoulder. "True. Its funny how many hypocrites are in my religion. Both human and Angel." A pointed glare was sent to said angels, who squirmed on the spot while being scolded.

"Hypocrisy is just like lying. And I despise lying..." God's face pulled in an ugly sneer before they shook themselves. "If you can't speak the truth then don't speak at all. If you don't like something because it doesn't fit in your vision of truth, get your head out of your ass and stop spewing bullshit to push your own views on people."

I blinked, watching as the angels squirmed even more, kicking at the floor like a scolded four year old. What God said was true though; if those Angels truly wanted to follow God's Will and his rules, they couldn't be selective. They couldn't just decide to be judge, jury and executioner for another's mistakes while bypassing the rules themselves.

You either abided by the rules completely or you didn't. You couldn't go in-between and judge others for their so called sinning while you were equally a sinner according to God's Will.

Bidziil cleared his throat as he approached, making me smile as I walked in his embrace. "So, just to be clear... you're not against us? Against this?" He verified, pointing a finger between us. God snorted before laughing hysterically, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at themselves.

"Have you looked at me? Darling, I like wearing pants as much as I like to primp myself up and rock a lovely dress. Why would I hate those that show nothing but love and tenderness among themselves? At least they are being true to their nature. Like I said before, I hate lying and I hate hypocrites."

Bidziil snorted slightly, "Well it seems humans have a clearly different view on that." I elbowed him in the gut while God sighed, nodding slightly. "That they do. Infighting for religious reasons, causing harm in my name...If I could, I would venture down and show them the Truth, but I'm forbidden to interfere. Too many Gods mingling with humans and creating offspring."

Bidziil huffed again at that, catching my elbow before I could rib him. God chuckled at that before heading to mom and dad. "I'm sorry for what my children have caused and they'll surely learn from their mistakes. As I said before, I do not hate Love. You are free to love who you love. As long as it is consensual, of course." He added with a smirk.

God pecked Mom and Dad on the cheek before waving slightly. "Well, I'm beat. Going to do some shopping to cheer up a bit and make sure these unruly brats get home safe and sound." He spoke, smirking at the annoyed huffs and sighs from the Angels.

"Take care everyone!"

I smiled as God winked one last time at me before golden wings emerged from his back, dwarfing the size of the Angels wings completely. He grinned and guided his flock back to their own realm while I let out a sigh and relaxed in my lover's hold.

Mom and Dad grinned warmly at one another before Mom squealed as Dad had picked her up, spinning her in a circle under joyous laughter. Warmth burned in my chest and I grinned too. For once, life was perfect.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.