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Kais held Isaiah in his protective embrace throughout the night, and well past the morning hours without violating him further, despite a strong urge to copulate with him again. Kais didn't require the sleep that Isaiah needed in order to feel refreshed, and lay curled against the human's form with his chin nestled into Isaiah's dark gold hair.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Isaiah was sound asleep within minutes of Kais utilizing the somnolent gift of his voice as a lullaby. During the time that Isaiah rested, Kais' pale blue eyes remained wide open, looking as if he were in a deep trance or some type of thrall. Kais was actually skimming the atmosphere for fingers of evil that threatened his charge, Isaiah. He could then halt  any danger meant to harm Isaiah  immediately.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Kais' breathing was so shallow that the rise and fall of his chest was barely visible under the blankets. Kais remained quiescent when Isaiah roused himself from sleep, When Isaiah briefly bestowed a sweet morning kiss upon his head before emerging from under the bed sheets, the kiss acted like a potion to his senses.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">The amorous gesture caused his still form to reanimate, his eyes gaining their ability to blink and the sunny smile Isaiah remembered to flicker upon his lips. His smile was there until Kais rolled over and basked in the warm sunlight left in the spot on the bed Isaiah slept in. He remained there until the sound of the shower running in the bathroom acted as an angelic alarm clock.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">A naked Kais rolled from the bed, feeling just as recharged because his down time had not been interrupted for once. Somehow he knew Isaiah would prefer a little extra personal space, so he waited until he finished his shower then shamelessly descended the stairs and sauntered into the kitchen with his body fully on display.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Allowing the weight of his gaze to scan Isaiah's current attire, he would have preferred him without the bath robe but the flash of his skin as he moved around offered such a temptation for him.  He padded over towards the floor to ceiling window without a single care in the world  that any neighbors saw his nudity from their windows.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Instead, he stretched his arms up towards the ceiling, as he released a huge yawn.  His golden strands were a tangled mess, a well-deserved one that he didn't care about either.<br/>
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After taking time for a  good stretch, the tension in his sinewed arms and torso lessened and he lowered his arms down to his sides.  Kais swiveled around at the waist, answering Isaiah's question with his sparkling gaze and a bright smile focused on him.<b> "Mmmn..totally famished,</b><i> kjæreste."</i></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">And yes, Kais was extremely distracting as he hovered behind Isaiah, toying with the trailing end of the bath robe sash.As he nestled his lower half closer that necessary to Isaiah's rump, he made an observation and honest assessment of the ingredients intended for breakfast.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><b>"Hmm. A box of powder and a glass of water. What do you do with it?"</b> Kais asked curiously, wondering what Isaiah was making for breakfast.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">As a Grigori, the only sustenance Kais required came directly from the throne of God. Since falling from God's grace, Kais had to find ways to survive off of the little grace his Creator had not withdrew from him during his punishment. In order to nourish the vessel his host allowed him to use, <i>Torjei Halvorson's</i> body had to eat adequate food, and drink the right fluids.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">In addition to that, he needed to spend enough time resting and recovering after using  Torjei's body as Kais experienced life in human guise. The better Kais took care of the body the more mileage his vessel would have, and keeping the Norwegian's body in one piece was vitally important. Hunger was a completely foreign sensation to Kais, but was able to feel it inside his human husk.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><i>It was a hunger, just like the more carnal urges that lit up his body with an interminable fire.</i></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">The longer Kais had time to think about it, his desire to bend Isaiah over the edge of the counter grew.  His craving went unfulfilled when his train of thought was hijacked by Isaiah's need to have a conversation now, with the hidden agenda of Kais answering all of  his many questions. The first question was met with Kais taking a step back away from his embrace, in order to prevent his aroused member from making bodily contact with Isaiah.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><b>"I'm not a fallen angel, I have fallen from God's grace because I was the one assigned to the Garden. I was the one who allowed Lucifer to corrupt the man and woman there. It was me. Lucifer my brother, made a mockery of me and my name, of which I longer can be called. I was Gadre'el. One of the Sons of God. I was his first Grigori. For my punishment I was imprisoned in a cell under Heaven. I was tormented for eons by Micha'el and the others as penalty for my failed duty to watch and protect the man and woman. I was not cast into the pit of eternal darkness, like</b><i><b> Lucifer was. </b></i><b>My features did not become twisted, nor did my song for our Creator cease to play as it had for him. He is your Satan. Self-appointed Prince of Hell, not I."</b> Kais replied, obviously troubled by his recount of past history.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Isaiah was adorable, even with his weak effort to show contrition for not being fully aligned with God. His admission was heard, and a lighthearted smile appeared on his lips, ones that had been set in a frown a few moments before.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><b>"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Isaiah. I suppose that you and the entire angelic symphony are in agreement about whether I have the ability to do my job. I often wonder why the cell was opened, perhaps they wished to see..."</b> Kais sighed softly, and turned to face the window that bathed his naked body in warm golden sunlight.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><b>"Maybe just to mock me again."</b> he uttered bitterly, his words laced with emotion.<br/>
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<b>"It doesn't matter if you require my services Isaiah. If I am here, it means I didn't choose you. It means that I was assigned to you. My job is to watch humans, and try not to get involved with their free will. The problem is I often do. Maybe I care too much?"</b> his head tilted, but his body didn't turn to face Isaiah.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><b>"I think you know the answer to that question. I come between the diabolical agenda and the celestial agenda Isaiah. My job is to watch over you, and help you along to serve whatever purpose you were meant to fulfill. You have free will, I interfere when it suits me, or when Lucifer sticks his business where it doesn't concern him. I assume your hearing was good, that you heard the demons that entered the portal in your apartment? Seeing them is much worse. I have no choice because when I was created, every vibration that negatively impacts the Symphony has to be met with my angel blade. It means that I am at odds with legions of demons, arch-demons and Lucifer himself. Had you been more attentive in Sunday School, you might have learned that the devil was sent here to steal, to destroy and kill human souls."</b></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Kais turned, his appearance definitely was otherworldly. His eyes, normally bright blue were now a shade of violet that sparkled like a spinning DVD. A breeze seemed to blow through his golden tendrils, that had to be from some heaven-sent gale. </span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><b>"I was made to be God's weather station. I feel the vibrations in the air and let others know trouble is coming. Like an early warning system. I know where the enemy is at all times." </b>he replied, placing his hands on the counter top with his fingers wide spread.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">A vase on the counter, containing some wilted roses began to regenerate and the blooms grew a fragrant red. <b>"Unlike their ilk, I still retain a fragment of grace. It's enough to prevent my light from becoming fully extinguished like those in the abyss. It is my hope that one day, I can prove myself worthy again in my Creator's eyes. That I can be responsible, and perform my duties unfailingly. I am going to succeed this time, Isaiah."</b></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">The curve of his sensitive jaw set in determination as Kais left the kitchen, returning upstairs to take his shower before sharing breakfast with Isaiah.</span></span>