- ＺＴＥＮＡＲＥＳ ＡＨＯＲＡＴＯＮ ＮＥＬＡＭＳＥＨＯＮ
- ｊｕｓｔ ｃａｌｌ ｈｉｍ "ＡＲＥＳ"
If there was ever a time Ztenares was regretting his decision to go through with this thing, it was now.
The young man walked down the long, gravel driveway that lead to the rather grandiose mansion silently, wrapping his tan trench coat around himself nervously. For a moment he paused to look up at the dull, gray overcast, deep blue eyes blank as the faintest of frowns tugged at his lips. He didn't mind the rain except when he was caught in it, and it was beginning to smell like rain. The last thing he wanted to do was get soaking wet right before he arrived at this place.
Ztenares sighed as he quickened his pace, but the boom of thunder in the distance quickly eliminated the idea of flying the rest of the way. He had gotten struck in mid-flight a few times in his life and he was quite sure that he'd die happy if he was never hit again. But at the same time, what would people think if he showed up the way he was now with his five-o-clock shadow and his slightly disheveled hair? He should have taken the time to make himself look somewhat presentable, but he had gotten so nervously earlier that he had lost track of the time.
Which was why he was running late now.
Really, the only reason he had agreed to this was because it was the closest thing he could get to an olive branch between him and his parents. They had been less than pleased when he up and left, interacting with all the races they deemed 'beneath' angels. But after years of travel, Ztenares was honestly beginning to have some doubts about the idea that angels were superior. He wasn't sure what to think quite yet, but he was getting to the point where he felt that he shouldn't think like his parents. It seemed... wrong, in some way he couldn't yet understand. It just didn't sit well with him. But no doubt his parents ensured that his new 'wife' would be the same species as his. Not that he blamed his fiance or anything, but he was more interested in learning of the other races that would be staying in the mansion.
His approach to the mansion stilled his thoughts, and Ares paused at the door before him. His stomach was doing somersaults due to his nervousness, but reluctantly, he reached out and grabbed the handle, pulling to open it.
It wouldn't budge.
For a moment Ares paused, staring at the door blankly. Was it stuck. He tugged again, but it wouldn't open. So then he pushed, but still, it wouldn't budge.
The door was locked.
"Hello?" The male angel called out somewhat hesitantly, hoping someone would hear him. It would start raining soon, and he didn't want to be around when it did. He preferred watching the rain, not being in it. Another crack of thunder startled him and the angel jumped, looking around before sighing. Looks like he would have to find another way in. Maybe through the roof... the angel looked up, sighing once more before getting ready to fly.
Removing his jacket, Ares let his wings stretch out, looking the three pairs over for a moment, stroking the feathers to align them. He considered himself a freak of sorts, possessing six wings instead of the regular two, but his parents often tried to assure him that they were a blessing rather than a curse. But the linger doubts and feelings of inferiority were still there, no matter how much his family tried to dispel them. Silently he took to the air, gracefully ascending before landing on a ledge of one of the windows to the mansion. The room that this window belonged to was hidden by thick curtains, but Ares could make out a small light coming from inside. Maybe... maybe there was someone in there. Someone who could help.
"Hello?" His voice was deep, but it was soft. He lightly rapped his knuckles on the window. "Is someone in there? Can you help me? I'm kind of... locked out."