“Seriously boy, tell me, tell me what you thought was going to happen-you think it was gonna be all happiness and angel wings? That’s not how it works kid. Flesh and blood or not it never works out that way.”
Marty’s shaking his head wrapping his towel about his waste, the kids slow, but Marty knows he’s been through a lot. Still no bullshit.
“We don’t mix kid. For a reason. They’re up there for a reason-we’re there for a reason,” slapping the kids shoulder, he knows it stings, out of skin, everything hurts, “see the pattern?“
He sucks in air the slap burning through his body, but physical pain the kids made peace with
“Why-it was so good, she was, why her? I’m here why-”
Marty slaps him again old timers have no patience for feigned humanity.
“Kid, how was it gonna work? She’s a fucking angel, you’re a demon, come on-give me a break,” they enter the steam room, “you kids never listen and then this happens and you ask why me? Like you’re special-like you’re human. They pity us and we covet them. That’s how it works, but yeah you spend too many summers top side and suddenly-”
“You saying I didn’t love her? Is that what you’re saying?” the kids all fire, but a bleeding heart delusion is hard to let go of, “is that-”
“Sit down no need to waste a steam,” the kid sits. Marty has no patience, “That’s exactly what I’m saying, and she doesn’t love-”
Cupping head in hands he’s trying to contain himself, “Don’t say it, don’t you say it Marty!” he growls wondering why it hurts so much, pain dripping from his flesh.
“Alright kid, alright but it’s true-it can’t happen. We aren’t made for that, like I said we covet them, coveting isn’t love kid no matter how good it feels to hold. We ain’t human, you might drive fancy cars and sleep with mortal broads, hell you can fuck a fairy you ain’t ever going to meet the queen. You getting this? Any of it sinking in?“ he doesn’t want to be harsh, but he does, and it’s the truth so for Marty it’s a win win.
“It felt real, Marty, real. Everything else-”
“Wasn’t an angel. Wake up kid, angels, demons-why is this complicated?“ the beginnings of eternity is wrought with inflated self worth, “You kids, you always forget the basics. It’s nature, our nature to want what has been lost, a moment with an angel, it’s the closest a sorry sap like you will get to the gates. The Morning Star lost us grace, kiss of an angel.”
His eyes glaze over he’s still wearing his face, the look of pure desire, the human hunger not lust.
“Kid, how do you think fallen angels are made? You think it’s pretty? You got lucky. She went back to the fold, a little longer, one of you would’a changed. You think of that? That beautiful seraphim falling, falling all the way down, further than you know, further than I know, all that grace burning-in horrible fire, kid you got lucky,” he stops himself as the steam begins to paint the scene, torment always visible.
The kids shaking, he’s watching the show.
“Don’t get worked up. It’s simple. They become corrupted, they turn their backs, hell sometimes they absolve us-that’s a real bitch. They basically damn themselves, never falling, but never rising again and the last thing they see of you? The embrace of the divine. That’s rare though, so much easier to fall.”
Marty looks to the kid, who’s still watching the steam it’s easy to see the more that he watches, the better it feels. The kids got contempt now.
“You’re gonna be fine, kid, you’re gonna be fine.”
Smiling the kid leans back hands behind his head.
“So what you’re telling me Marty, is that bitch could’ve stayed with me?”
The kid’s gonna be just fine.