"He's beautiful," I said, stroking his fur, which was fluffy and incredibly soft.

Draven was mirroring my actions, looking at me with a smile.

"Do I get to name him?" I asked and he nodded in response.

"Mine is called Mr. Sprinklers and Omega's Usia," he said, his tone nostalgic. "So yeah, you should name him."

"Mr. Sprinklers? Really?" I laughed.

Well, what else did I expect from him anyway?

"He's the best. You'd love him," he said, approaching me.

I bet he misses Hell.

It's where he grew up anyway.

And from the things he told me, it doesn't sound even that bad.

I thought it would torture me to live there.

"So, do I have any chance of staying on Earth?" I asked, breaking the silence.

He looked at me. "No, you don't. This is what you've been born to do," he said, trying to sound as gentle as he could.

Then, a question popped to my mind. "Who are my parents?" I asked quietly.

His eyes met mine once again and he sighed. "That's an answer only God knows."

"Are they alive?"

"I don't know."

Fuck.

I don't want to go with Sawyer to Heaven.

I love Draven. I want to see where he grew up.

I want to go to Hell and spend the rest of my life with him.

But, my parents... what if they're in Heaven, waiting for me to choose what they chose?

"Look, little rebel, you should accept the good in your life. Like me," he said, chuckling. "I'm a fucking delight."

What, is he like reading my mind now?

And yet, that was all he had to say.

"When are we going to Hell?" I asked him, to which he stumbled back as if I'd pushed him.

He stood there, in front of me, while my guardian was walking in circles around us.

There were a few minutes of silence before he finally spoke.

"You want to go with me?" he asked, a mixture of excitement and shock spreading across his face.

I could even see tears forming in his eyes, but I decided to stay quiet about it.

"Why is it so hard to believe?" I asked, laughing.

He's the cutest.

Then he squealed, like a teenage girl, and came to me, lifting me in air.

"Why would you want that?" he asked confused, now carrying me in bridal style.

"Are you dumb or blind?" I asked with a smile. "I love you, Draven. And you are good in my life."

He smiled, leaning his forehead against mine. "Why are you so goddamn cute?" he asked rhetorically.

I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, which were crimson red now.

When he put me down and my feet touched the ground, I remembered the question I wanted to ask him.

The one that got me the most interested.

"Draven?" He was examining my guardian, which is probably because theirs are so much different.

Mine looked like an animal version of me.

"Hm?"

"What powers do you and Omega have?" I asked as he raised his head to look at me.

He thought about the answer before he said anything. "Can I do something first?"

I nodded my head.

He fell to his right knee, taking mine hand into his.

His emerald eyes were piercing into mine while camouflaging with the trees around us.

"Alya, the Sybil, will you be my girlfriend?" he asked, gently kissing my hand.

I smiled, trying to suck up the tears of joy forming in my eyes. "I would love to, Aquaboy."

He got up and hugged me, planting a kiss on my forehead. "Now, close your eyes," he whispered in my ear, making a shiver run down my spine.

I did what he told me and waited.

"Okay, you can look."

I slowly opened them and gasped in shock.

He had one arm around my shoulder, his lips tugging upwards into a satisfied smile while I looked around, turning my head in every direction.

Forest, which was fresh green only minutes ago, was now covered in snow which was still falling.

And do I need to remind you it is mid-summer?

Draven smiled at me and we separated. He still held my hand, turning me around in circles.

We danced slowly for a long time.

His hands were gently holding me in every right place while I twirled around like a ballerina.

We stopped once we were both breathless and he looked at me with raised eyebrows, like he was asking 'So, what do you think?'.

"Your power is creating things out of your head?" I asked, stunned.

He nodded and closed his eyes. "I can create anything I want and talk to dead people, but none of those things are materialistic," he explained, forming a gold, shiny rose in his hand.

I took it from him, admiring his imagination. "So, you can produce anything you want, but it's like it doesn't exist," I repeated his words. "And you can talk to dead people?"

He nodded, showing me I got everything right.

"How did you know I love snow?"

"I haven't told you Omega's power yet," he smirked.

I will kill Omega if he reads minds and has invaded my privacy. Considering he's related to Draven, I wouldn't be surprised if he has already done it.

"He has telekinesis and can read people," he explained.

"Okay, the telekinesis part is pretty cool. But read people?" I asked in confusion.

"He can't read your mind or anything, but can read you like a book," he talked slowly, so I would understand.

I frowned. "I don't get it."

"He can see your past, what are you interested in, and things like that."

"And my future?"

He laughed, tilting his head back. "If he could read people's future, you wouldn't be here," he said it like it was obvious.

"Okay, sorry Mr. Devil," I giggled, throwing snow at him, although he couldn't feel it.

"I'm an angel, I swear," he laughed. "The horns are only there to hold up the halo."

I laughed. "Yeah, right."

"He also said he saw some dark shit," he chose the words carefully. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I shook my head, looking to the white ground. "I just want to leave it behind me."

He nodded, not saying anything else. And I was grateful for that because I can't talk about my parents without crying.

Instead, we stood in silence and played with my guardian and snow.

He was really beautiful.

"Is he going to talk like yours and change his appearance when we enter Hell?" I asked him.

"I think so, but we'll have to wait and find out. For now, nobody can see him beside us."

I nodded. "Draven, thank you for today. It was a beautiful date," I thanked him with a smile.

He responded with a light kiss on the lips. "It's getting dark, we should head back," he noticed.

"What, are you scared of dark now?" I teased him, bumping his shoulder.

"Darling, the only thing I'm scared of is my parents," he said with a laugh.

"That doesn't sound any better," I laughed, but he just shrugged it off.

"So, what are you going to name him?" he asked, holding my hand as we walked through the forest.

We were almost at the end of it and I could already see the Foster Home through trees.

I don't want this to end.

"I don't know yet," I said as I stroked his fur with my free hand.

"I have some awesome names," he offered, to which I laughed.

"I think I'm going to pass."

He pouted. "What is wrong with my name ideas?"

I opened my mouth to say something sassy when we were interrupted.

"Draven!" Omega yelled and ran into his embrace. "Thank fuck you're okay!"

Draven looked at me in confusion and hugged him back.

"Why wouldn't I be?" he asked as they separated.

"Didn't you sense them?"

"Omega! Who are you talking about?"

"Angels, you dumb fuck! They are everywhere!" he yelled and snapped his eyes to mine. "And they came for you."

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