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Ever since he and his brothers had moved to the States to stay out of trouble’s way, becoming invisible for their grandfather and uncle who would no doubt string them back into fighting each other while the rich watched, Kamael had gotten used to life here. What stores he could find the food he needed in, a place to stay that wasn’t his friend’s house, but an apartment of his own... and even a few friends - friends of his friend, but they still counted.
What he had not gotten used to was being an angel. It had been permanent. And although there had been a way for him and his brothers, most of which fallen angels, or demons, to reverse this and become human again, they had decided against it. They had not been born celestial beings, instead becoming such in gruesome scientific experiments, behind which was those exact grandfather and uncle they had fled from, as well as a team of scientists.
And not just that. Friends of theirs had been involved, too. Like Nathaniel, who had moved in town years before Kamael and his brothers had. He was also German like them, but having lived here had made him a bit like the locals. Nat’s neighbors liked him, he’d told Kamael, so if he wanted to, he and his brothers could join him and move there. Well, life takes unpredictable turns, Kamael thought.
He had gone out to pick up some ingredients for food, as it was the weekend and he had the time to cook something less fancy than what he made at work... and then a man dressed in black spoke to him. A... priest? Kamael felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. It was enough to think about anything connected to religion to fill his heart with fear, like it was with his brothers. What if, like angels and demons had been created, so had been other holy beings, turned into weapons by the same organisation his grandfather was behind! “Ah, I’m sorry,” he said, his German accent showing through as he spoke. “I apologise.” Was it obvious he was lost in thoughts?
