[i][center]2 Years Later, Present Day[/center][/i]

Aharon looked to the moon, dismay clear on his features. His wings curled around him protectively as hi pulled his knees to his chest. The slight crimson aura of the moon seemed to sting his very being. The mist was unnaturally chilled and his wings pulled around him tighter, the other occupant of the Shul unaware of the Seraphim's turmoil.

"Not another..." The being whispered to himself, leaning against the back of a pew, letting his head [i]thunk[/i] against it without any thought. "And so we wait to cross paths." The pain in his words were obvious to any paying attention.

"What're you mumbling about?" Came a tired and irritated voice from the inside of the pew. Aharon didn't even flinch as a hand came over the top of the pew and dropped heavily onto his head. The sleep-drunk human heaved himself over the back of the pew and landed in front of the solemn angel, stretching out on the dusty floor and squinting up towards the moon. "It's a red moon man, shut up and sleep."

Aharon rolled his eyes and stared down at his charge. "It's a Crimson Tainted moon." He explained. "It signals that a Seraphim has been lost in a way worse than death."

Blank eyes stared back at him, hand motioning impatiently for him to continue.

"It means one of us has Fallen from Grace, from the light of heaven. One of us has been swallowed by the shadows that so consume you humans." He looked down at the young man and touched his nose, smiling when he jerked his head away and glared. "It's very hard to taint one of us, you should know that after having me around for so long."

"It's not like I've tried." Akseli snapped back. "Besides, one of your buddies isn't all high and mighty anymore, who cares?" He asked, smacking the Seraphim's shin- he couldn't kick him with his position perpendicular to the being the way it was. "You said they aren't dead, right? What's the big deal?"

"There are fates worth than death, Akseli." Aharon answered, ever the patient one. "I've heard that falling is painful. I came across a brother that fell many years ago. Not only was he unhappy to see me, but he was unlike his former self in every way. Where he was once charitable, he was now envious and a glutton for all others had. Where he would abstain from pleasure he now lusted for it. I asked him what had happened and..." A brief pause belied Aharon's discomfort. "He said his light had been torn out by the dark claws of reality." 

The cool breeze that brushed Akseli's arm caused the boy to shiver and shift away. "This got you that upset?" He wondered, squinting at his guardian and the fuzzy glow illuminating his form.

"Hmm?" Aharon asked, confused. He noticed his charge's shiver and caught on. "Apologies. I didn't even notice that I had released them to your presence." After a moment's concentration, the cold of the wings became warm and the glow disappeared, allowing Akseli to once more become comfortable. 

Tucking his arms under his head, the boy looked to the higher being with a very rare hint of concern. "Dude, you never let your wings out around me unless you're upset. [i]And,[/i] you never get that spacey."

"..." His eyes never left the bloody moon as he whispered his next words. "I fear the damage of a single Fallen more than that of every shadow of Hell."