Enemy

 blinked and bowed my head. For once I didn't come along. What did Zayn suddenly have to do with it? Well, a stupid question but the way it came across it was not meant. Zayn hid his face in his hands. 

“Just so that I could get my revenge, she insisted on Ezekiel that I work with him. What should I think of that?"

"So you still want revenge?" I said softly and sat down too. He nodded and looked down at me. 

"Nothing has changed in all these years, Lucifer," he replied bitterly. A smile played around the corners of my mouth. 

“It's not my way of talking to you, or anyone else, Zayn, but the little one really likes you. She doesn't want you to suffer, that's probably why she wants to go this way.

You protect her but she also protects you. Right from the start. "

Something flashed in his eyes, but these words couldn't cheer him up either.

"I guess you're right," he muttered and stood up. "Ezekiel and we have not yet spoken about how we want to proceed now, but I will get in touch if there is anything worth mentioning."

I nodded and watched it disappear.

.......

When I woke up, Zayn was no longer next to me, but I could still feel how he had been holding me the whole time. I managed to smile. No matter what happened, some things would never change. My sleep had been dreamless, I felt rested and rested. I could have contacted Zayn to find out where he was, but I didn't. Most likely he was back with Lucifer to report what had happened. Should be fine with me. If we needed help, we would certainly have got it, from the devil himself. Yawning, I stretched, then got out of bed and gathered all my things. Zayn wasn't there, so I would be able to concentrate fully on Ezekiel now. Zayn was just distracting me. In fact, he always did, but I didn't let it show. At least that's what I hoped ... It took half an hour before I was freshly showered, dressed and made up. Confidently, I made my way to Ezekiel. I didn't know where it was, but I would find it. It was time I found out what his existence was all about. It took another three quarters of an hour to find him. He was sitting at a table in a large room, having a cup of tea. The whole room gave me the impression that it was a kitchen. It didn't look like a ... well, not completely at least. I sat down with him at the table and looked at him. His eyes were cloudy again, but he looked very cheerful to me. Even though it was still so early. He must have noticed me, but he was silent.     

"Where's your little friend?" He asked after a few minutes, but didn't look at me. I bowed my head. 

"Not here," I replied coldly. Suddenly he looked up, whereupon I couldn't prevent the corners of my mouth twitching. 

"Who knows. He hangs around with some old comrades more often. “, I answered friendly and looked at him. Did he think Zayn might try to fool him?

"You two have to pull yourselves together quite a bit to avoid bothering each other, am I right?"

I had become quieter and more attentive. Every little movement from him could be a sign. I opened my mental gates, but made sure not to make my consciousness accessible to him. Perhaps I received something without having to work hard? He nodded weakly.

"Could it be that he won't believe my remorse?" He asked. I admitted I wasn't expecting this question. Obviously, it made him as thoughtful as Zayn. I shrugged my shoulders and looked at him apologetically. 

“He has his problems when it comes to trust. Don't blame him. "

Sighing, he leaned back. His eyes went nowhere and I had to find out that he looked so damn vulnerable. But maybe that was just deceiving.

“I can understand him. Killing so many people out of revenge wasn't wise, but Zayn knows that feeling too. This helplessness ... "

His gaze focused on me and suddenly his eyes were clear. He looked at me carefully and it seemed like he was looking for an answer in my face.

"Why don't you blame me, Nyria? Like everyone else? And why don't you distrust me like Zayn? "

“Everyone gets a chance from me, Ezekiel. So far you have given me no reason to mistrust you and I hope it stays that way. "

We stared at each other thoughtfully.

“You don't know anything else, do you? So far everyone has mistrusted you. ", I said then. His eyebrows rose in surprise. 

"You are quite sensitive and have a lot of empathy for always acting so cold."

A faint smile played around the corners of my mouth.

"Never judge a book by its cover," I said simply. Again Ezekiel looked at me thoughtfully, then sighed. 

“You're right, I've always been distrusted. The fact that Zayn and you just got involved with me really surprised me! "

Again I gave a tight-lipped smile.

“After everything I've heard about you, I should avoid you, but as you can see, I don't care. Say, may I ask you a question? "

"Go ahead," he replied with narrowed eyes.

“How was your life going? Your childhood How did you grow up? "

Okay, he obviously didn't expect this question at all, I could tell by looking at him.

"Why do you care?" He wanted to know suspiciously. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. 

"You are my ancestor, I would like to know more about you and your life."

He seemed satisfied with my explanation and leaned back with a sigh.

“There isn't a lot to talk about. My parents were both members of the Archangels Order. They never paid me much attention, but at some point I didn't care. I pursued my goals and even as a small child I wanted to take the place of my parents at some point. I succeeded in doing that. "

Admittedly, I had hoped for a little more, but I was satisfied. And I was surprised. Ezekiel hadn't received much attention in his childhood either.

"You and Zayn are similar, are you aware of that?" I said softly and looked at him intently. Once again his eyes were cloudy. He didn't want to show it, but I knew very well that he was still thinking about the past.

"What makes you think that? We're both completely different. ", He replied a little grumpily. Did I upset him? It doesn't matter.

“You apparently had to get by on your own, just like your brother. You both didn't let anything dissuade you and went your own way. Even if the wrong one. "

My explanation made him angry because that's how he looked at me.

"You have no idea!" He growled and got up with a swing. I looked up at him thoughtfully. 

"You're wrong," I said softly and closed my eyes.

I took a look inside. It seemed a lot more accessible this time than the last time. I saw the anger and frustration that he could not believe me, a child, how much I really knew. It still hurt him that he was alone back then and he would have loved to have wanted a friend. Someone like Zayn. But even then it was clear to him that friendship was out of the question. There was no friendship among archangels. Neither then nor now. Nothing would change that, I understood that too. But the two were no longer archangels. And if it was very unlikely, there was still the possibility that the two would become friends one day. If it didn't turn out that Ezekiel was our enemy after all. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." I apologized now. Maybe my ancestor would calm down and we could continue the conversation? With a low growl, he actually sat down again. I think Zayn and I misjudged him completely. Well, knowing that he wasn't actually a bad or bad man, we could treat him differently. Especially me.