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xxx"We've all got both light and dark inside us.
xxxWhat matters is the part we choose to act on.
xxxThat's who we really are." x
New York. Earth. A place he never, not in his wildest dreams, be living. Especially not with the daughter of God the man that tossed both his parents from the sky. For what? For loving him too much? Still, it was a beautiful city and she... was a beautiful girl. Angelic even. Which made sense, but the most he looked at her, the more he believed that there really was something to this genetic stuff. Where he was shadow, dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin, she was light. Golden hair, sparkling eyes, and skin pale as snow. They were opposites and yet, here they were together.
The moment he met Amari, something... moved deep within him. Something uncurled. Something... cracked. And not... not entirely in a bad way. Now she stood at the window, gazing out into the city below. Or so he thought. When she turned back to him there was a worry in his eyes. One that made her brows scrunch together in concern. She had been gazing at the sky, he realized as she came to sit beside him. At the falling angels being cast from heaven by the man who created him. By the man who should love them.
He swirled the drink in his hand, ice clinking together like ancient chimes. He brought it to his lips, paused, and lowered it with a sigh. He leaned forward placing the glass on the table before them, careful to place the coaster beneath it. "I don't know, Amari." He said, putting one arm behind her and curling the other into a tight fist. He hoped she wouldn't notice it. Wouldn't notice how quickly and how hot his anger burned within him. He would never harm her, of course, but the last thing he wanted was to scare her. "He cast out my father. His friend. For the crime of loving him too much." He realized he was being pessimistic and probably unhelpful so he paused, thought, and continued. "But I somehow doubt he'll cast you away. You're his daughter afterall." His father would never send him from hell. Not unless he'd do something really really bad. And probably stupid as well. Not because he loved him so much, but because as long as Casper had a use, as long as Casper had power, he was a weapon to be used against the enemy.