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There was a distinct disconnect between the many fabrics stretching their way across Aiden Connor’s lithe frame, a slender shape which was draped in expensive material, otherwise considered far beyond the mundane man. Of course, this boy, in particular, discarded the term ‘mundane’ by virtue of his continued existence, which but one man could attest to. A loyal butler, to whom the dark-haired gestalt was able to present unyielding trust. The same could not be said for present company, however. 

Indeed, the dress-shirt which licked Aiden’s svelte body found itself mostly hidden beneath an elegant black vest. It was not a rare sight to behold sleeves rolled towards the elbows, but a pair of fingerless leather gloves donning dainty hands broke this otherwise professional approach. It was something which continued further down the boy’s petite presence, with a pair of ocean-blue jeans of a darker variant making their way to his legs, ending in converse shoes. Not even the expensive, and by most accounts, elegant tie around Aiden’s neck could possibly save him from the conversation now sprouted through the visual medium of his appearance. 

“This has to stop,” a man spoke, his voice gruff and tired. One would be forgiven for mistaking him a frequent smoker, but such was not the case. Indeed, Aiden’s father, the esteemed Bradley Connors, was a conservative soul. With eyes fixed on the black nail polish upon his son’s dainty fingertips, a disgruntled sigh managed to escape the man’s weathered lips. “What are you trying to do? Is this a statement?” He continued, motioning towards the boy who was occupied with a laptop, occasionally wrapping those slender fingers around a chilled glass of soda.

[b]“I return from the brink of death, and that is your agenda?”[/b] Finally, the boy responded, his voice a soft, melodic mix of androgyny, and serenity. Indeed, there was an air of regality circling this teenager, or rather, one who would appear far younger than he was. Even so, at nineteen there was still much for Aiden to experience and even more to learn. The boy’s large, dark eyes met his father’s, where a raised brow expressed subtle disapproval. 

“We are all thankful for your recovery, Aiden.., whatever caused it,” Bradley frowned. He was unsure of what, exactly, had come to pass which left his previously ill son a now healthy, and apparently immortal specimen. It was a conversation which had been repeated ad nauseam, and Aiden would not discard the notion of it finding a way into the limelight, yet again. “But that is behind us, you must start taking this seriously! Other board members are asking me if my son’s a..,” Bradley paused, clenching his teeth.

[b]“Would it matter?”[/b] Aiden asked, his eyes returning to the computer screen. An experienced gaze could undoubtedly understand the myriad of numbers, lists, and statistics displayed before him, but for those unfamiliar with such a sight, the conclusion can be drawn that they were all related to less than entertaining duties. [b]“You did sell me off to a man’s daughter, like a piece of meat,”[/b] the boy spoke, clearly unafraid of expressing himself, [b]“what does it matter what I am? To you, I’m a resource.” [/b]

“That’s enough!” Bradley slammed his hand onto his son’s desk, before rising to his feet, “get yourself in order! Tonight, you’re having dinner with that ‘girl’, and you’ll look your best.” 

There was a short pause that lingered between the two, father and son staring each other down. Bradley was well aware that Aiden could, in fact, not eat. Whatever had happened to his son, whatever spell had been cast on him, changed the boy. Yes, his personality had remained the same, unaltered. However, the boy’s body was different, even if those changes were invisible to the naked eyes. [b]“You have a meeting to attend,”[/b] Aiden finally uttered, his frown now more visible, before Bradley Connors turned on his heel and left the boy’s office, slamming the door in his wake. 

[b]“I fucking hate that man,”[/b] Aiden sighed, running his fingers through a set of raven-black bangs. He proceeded to rest his elbows against the lacquered mahogany surface of his desk, before feeling a warm hand gently finding its way to his shoulder. 

It was soon accompanied by a ghostly if soothing voice. [i]“It breaks my heart to witness, Aiden.”[/i] As if a perfect reflection of the boy, an angelic manifestation of the teenager, the Celestial spirit who had introduced himself as Lumen during their first meeting made himself known. [i]“Why remain shackled to these shores?” [/i]

[b]“Bonded for years and you’re still talking like that?”[/b] A quiet chuckle managed to escape the teenager’s slender, pale lips, as if his demeanor had changed in an instant, at Lumen’s presence. Of course, the angelic being was never truly gone, but solitude with the spiritual entity was always a welcomed addition. Aiden would proceed to push his office chair back, and stood with a stretch. He needed only turn to witness the beauty of an entire city stretching its way across the vast distance, a large window allowing view of the display from the top floor, where he was situated. 

[i]“Years cannot erase an eternity,”[/i] Lumen offered, his arms moving to gently wrap their way around Aiden’s waist. [i]“Tis’ a beautiful sight, isn’t it?” [/i]

[b]“Maybe one day, I can enjoy it,”[/b] Aiden responded, revealing a small smile which was reflected in the window’s surface. [b]“You know why I can’t just up and leave, Lumen. Where are we supposed to live?”[/b] 

Releasing the boy, Lumen moved to Aiden’s side, the spirit’s feet never quite touching the floor as he casually floated above such mundane venues. With one foot in front of the other, the Angel’s hands gently rested behind his back, as those dark eyes proceeded to imbibe in a breathtaking display. It was only elevated by soothing music which had been trickling through the room throughout the day, cords from a lounge of relaxation. [i]“This dinner, will you attend its dreaded invitation?”[/i]

[b]“Do you have an excuse in mind? I’m all ears,”[/b] Aiden smirked, reaching for his drink before gently clicking his fingers against the cold glass surface. [b]“Got any Demon Extract we can drink?” [/b]

Unable to hide his laughter, Lumen shook his head, [i]“I think it best to attend, Aiden. Following the grueling experience, we can head out and engage in more preferred activities,”[/i] he explained, [i]“like hunting monsters eagerly feasting on innocent flesh.” [/i]

Raising a hand to playfully nudge the Angel, a species Aiden now shared with the creature, he joined in Lumen’s hearty chuckles. Yes, their situation was quite unique, indeed, one which could hopefully find itself developed into a less strenuous experience, with time. As of now, however, it was a battlefield contrasting the boy’s life with a sword quite well.