Fallen Angels (Part 2/2)
Title: Fallen Angels (Part 2/2)
Author:
Characters: Sylar/Nathan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex and some violence
Word Count: 3,369
Disclaimer: Heroes does not belong to me no matter how much I wish it did.
Summary: The angels are at war.
Table/Prompt: Written for mission_insane's Un-themed #1/Wings
A/N: I wrote this because brandinsbabe showed me this picture. It prompted a bunny and this was born. Hope you like it hun! Beta'd by the ever lovely flwrpwr_vampyre and pyjamagurl
Part 1
The next day dawned and they managed to escape notice, Sylar getting back to his place before anyone spotted him and they pretended to just be friends around the others. Days passed with no one saying anything and they knew they were in the clear. They tried to stay apart but it was impossible. Being as careful as they could be, they met every few days, never the same day in a row, trying to keep things random enough that others wouldn’t notice.
They managed to keep this up for a long time. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into years. It gave them both needed comfort and something to cling to during the long battles. Nathan made sure to stay near Sylar during battles and had managed to keep demons from caving the other angel’s head in a few different times; Sylar doing his part to make sure Nathan stayed safe and lived through the battles. If anyone suspected anything, they kept it to themselves as the two men were becoming a force to be reckoned with.
When they were able to be together, they made the most of it. Most nights ended with one of them crying out the other’s name but some nights they just held each other and talked. Telling each other things that no one else knew, they slowly grew closer and closer. Sylar wished they didn’t have to hide what they had, wasn’t God supposed to want everyone to love each other? So why was it forbidden for angels? Then, after one battle, he noticed that Nathan was becoming withdrawn, even from him.
He tried to ask his friend, his lover, what was wrong but Nathan wouldn’t tell him.
Nathan didn’t know how to tell Sylar that he was starting to seriously doubt what God was doing, that maybe Lucifer had the right idea. Lucifer never denied anyone love, he never denied them ambition or happiness, so why did God? He knew Sylar would never understand, he was too indoctrinated by Michael and Gabriel’s propaganda. If only he could open his lover’s eyes.
One night after an extremely bloody battle, the two angels lay tangled together, sweaty and glowing from the intense sex they’d just had. Nathan brushed the hair off Sylar’s face and looked at him. “This isn’t fair. We should be able to live how we want, be happy. Why is it so wrong for us to be together?”
Sylar shook his head. “I’m sure they have their reasons Nathan, we just have to believe in them.” Nathan frowned, not liking the answer.
“No, I can’t just do that. I…I love you Sylar and I want to be with you. Why is that so wrong? We should be able to be together. We risk our lives every day and for what? What do we get out of this?” Nathan started to get agitated and he rolled over onto his back, putting an arm over his eyes. “It’s not right that they can tell us that we can’t be happy and then not give us a good enough reason why.”
Sylar watched as Nathan got more upset and he wished that he would just stop. There’s nothing either of them could do about it and there was no point in lamenting about it either. “What do you want Nathan? What do you expect them to do, to change the rules to let us be like this?” He shook his head. “It’s not going to happen and you know it. The most we can hope for is that they turn a blind eye to this and we can be together.” He didn’t even want to think about what would happen if they were found out.
Letting out a long sigh, Nathan moved his arm and looked at Sylar. “I know you’re right logically but doesn’t your heart tell you something different? Doesn’t it want the same thing?” He watched as Sylar turned his head away and he knew he was right, the other man just couldn’t or wouldn’t admit it.
Sylar went up on one elbow, looking down at Nathan. “Even if I did, you know it’s not possible and they’re not going to change the rules, not now. Just…be happy with what we have Nathan, don’t rock the boat.” He asked, really not wanting Nathan to draw any attention to them so that Michael and Gabriel would have no choice but to tear them apart.
Watching Sylar’s face, Nathan could see that this was starting to upset him and that’s not what he wanted to do tonight. “Fine, I won’t talk about it anymore,” he said softly, reaching up to touch Sylar’s face. “Can we just enjoy what time we have left tonight before I have to go?”
Sylar searched his face. He knew that Nathan wasn’t going to just drop this but he didn’t want to fight tonight. “Yeah.” He lay back down and wrapped his arm around Nathan’s waist, resting his head on his chest. This is where he wanted to be for eternity, he just wished it were possible.
Nathan gave him a sad smile. “If I asked you to do something for me, would you?” he asked.
Sylar looked at him, frowning. “Probably, depends on what you want.”
Nathan looked into his eyes, touching his cheek. “Would you give yourself to me?” he asked softly.
Sylar just stared at him and then nodded. “I would. I love you and I would give all of myself to you.”
Nathan sighed and then kissed Sylar’s forehead. “Thank you.” He settled into the pillow and let himself fall asleep. Sylar watched him for a few minutes before closing his eyes and dropping off to sleep too.
The next few weeks were busy and it almost seemed like something was conspiring to keep them apart. They managed a few moments here and there but nothing more then a kiss or a hug. Sylar noticed that Nathan was growing more and more distant each time they managed to meet and he wondered if the other angel had changed his mind about their relationship but when they did manage to get together, Nathan would kiss him with such hunger, those thoughts disappeared.
One day the bells rang and Sylar went outside his room, looking towards the main square. Something was up, something was wrong. Those bells only rang if there was something bad going on or about to happen. He got an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach as he quickly dressed and headed for the square. Getting there, he inhaled, seeing Nathan standing next to Michael and being held by Gabriel and Raziel. No, this…this can’t be happening he thought. He looked around and no one seemed to be after him, maybe they hadn’t been found out. So why was Nathan up there?
Michael scanned the crowd, his face impassive. Nathan looked tired, worn out and Sylar tried to move closer to the front of the crowd so he could let Nathan know he was here for him. He was glad he did because as soon as Nathan saw him, a smile formed on his lips and they locked eyes. Sylar didn’t even look up when Michael started talking.
“Brothers and sisters, I’m sorry to call you all together so early.” Michael’s voice rang out crisp and clear. There would be no misunderstanding of what he was going to tell them. “It has come to our attention that one of our brother’s has broken the rules and must be punished.” Sylar’s eyes widened as he kept them on Nathan. No, this couldn’t be happening. “He has lain with one of his own kind which he knew was expressly forbidden.” Sylar could hear the gasp from the crowd around him but Nathan just stood up straighter.
“He has refused to name the angel he lay with but that is not all he’s done brothers and sisters.” Sylar stared at Nathan, his mind spinning. He didn’t tell them who he’d been with and his heart swelled. Nathan was trying to keep him safe and it made him love the other angel more. “He has also started to question the plan our father has given us, he questions our rules. This is inexcusable. He has lost his faith in us and in the father and therefore has incurred the ultimate punishment.” Fear coursed through Sylar and he wanted to shout out but Nathan gave a small shake of his head and he stopped. This couldn’t be happening.
“It is my sad duty to hand down the punishment on our brother,” Michael said, turning towards Nathan. “If you repent what you’ve said and tell us who you’ve lain with, we will show you mercy.”
Nathan sneered. “Mercy? You’ll still banish us from heaven; send us to earth to live forever. Why would I do that to someone I love? As for what I’ve said about those in charge, I stand by them. You’re wrong, your rules are wrong. If you love someone, you will fight more, not less. We risk our lives for you; we deserve a fraction of happiness,” he spat out.
Sylar took a step forward but he was stopped by Nathan’s eyes on him. This wasn’t right, he should be punished too, he’d been with Nathan but he couldn’t say anything and he knew Nathan didn’t want him to. He was trying to protect him and he loved him even more for it. He just wished he wouldn’t lose Nathan forever for it. Nathan kept his eyes on Sylar, silently begging him not to do something stupid. He was not about to hurt the one person he loved.
Michael sighed, shaking his head. “I’m sorry to hear that brother,” he said quietly. Turning his head, he looked over the crowd. He hated this, he hated having to make examples out of them but his hands were tied. The rules were wrong, he agreed, but there was nothing he could do, he couldn’t change them. Father had handed them down and that’s all there was to it. “Then I sentence you Nathan.” It was the first time he’d used the angel’s name and it left a bitter taste in his mouth. “I sentence you to the ultimate punishment. You will be banished from heaven, never to return and your wings will be cut. You will be trapped on earth for all eternity.” He conjured his sword, trying to stall as long as possible. He truly hated this.
“Any last words?” he asked, watching Nathan’s face.
Nathan looked at him, then back to Sylar. “I love you.”
Sylar could feel tears forming in his eyes but he had to blink them away, not wanting to give himself away. He gave Nathan a small nod and mouthed the words back. This wasn’t right but there was nothing he could do without receiving the same punishment and Nathan would never forgive him for that.
Michael glanced at the crowd but he couldn’t tell who Nathan was talking to and he honestly didn’t want to know. It was bad enough he was sending Nathan down there, he didn’t want to send another angel. “Okay.” He nodded at Gabriel and Raziel and they forced Nathan to his knees. Hanging his head, Nathan tried to keep his eyes on Sylar while he waited for the end. Sylar dug his nails into his palms, trying desperately not to run up there and save Nathan. He knew he couldn’t and he hated it, he felt like such a coward because of it.
Picking up his sword with a heavy heart, Michael took a deep breath and swung. Nathan screamed in pain, his head snapping back. Nothing he’d ever felt before came close to what he was feeling now. It felt like his soul was being ripped from his body and, in a sense, it was. Without his wings, he was nothing, that’s why this was the worst punishment imaginable to an angel. Sylar nearly cried out with Nathan, wanting to rip Michael apart even though he knew it wouldn’t do any good. He stared into Nathan’s eyes, tears slipping down his face now. How was he going to make it without Nathan now?
Moving to the other side, Michael took a moment to give Nathan a chance to recover. He’d found that doing the wings too quickly after each other would sometimes drive the banished angel insane and now he paused between them, to let the angel adjust. Taking another deep breath, he raised his sword again and swung. The scream that was ripped from Nathan was louder and longer than the first. Anguish and pain was heard in that scream and it affected the entire crowd. Some covered their ears while others cried out along with him. Only Sylar stood there, his eyes still locked with Nathan’s, trying desperately to send him his love, to offer what little comfort he could.
Gabriel and Raziel dropped Nathan to the ground, standing over him to make sure he didn’t try something, though the now fallen angel could barely move. The wings that Michael had cut off slowly faded away until there was nothing left. Cleaning his sword, he handed it to Raziel and faced the crowd again. “This once angel is now banished from our presence for all eternity. We will not speak his name and he will not be remembered. He is now one of the fallen and will be considered one of the enemy if he is ever seen.” He looked over at Nathan, his heart aching for what had to be. Nodding to Gabriel and Raziel, they picked Nathan up and disappeared.
Sylar tried to reach for Nathan but he was gone in an instant. It hurt, losing him like that, someone that he loved but there’d been no other choice. Michael and the others had to follow the rules, no matter what, and so did he. They’d known the risk, he’d warned Nathan about the things he’d been saying. As much as he hated to say it, Nathan had brought it on himself.
Michael walked away and the crowd started to head back to their homes. Sylar stood there, staring at the spot that Nathan had been standing in just minutes ago. His heart ached for the man he loved but there was nothing he could do. Nathan was gone for good and he was just going to have to try and cope.
Time passed and Sylar kept fighting. He did as he was ordered, went into battle. He was less careful now though, took greater risks and a few of the others worried about him but said nothing. He knew he was being stupid but he couldn’t seem to help it. Going home, battered, bruised and bloody, he missed having Nathan’s soothing hand, helping him. He missed Nathan. Every day his heart grew heavier and heavier, wishing that his love was here with him. Battles went back and forth and it never seemed like they were making any headway.
Then the rumors started. He started hearing stories about one of the fallen fighting and being ruthless. Nathan. No one would say his name but he knew. The way they described him, the way they said he fought, he knew who it was. So he was fighting for Lucifer now? That…how was he supposed to handle that? The person he loved, fighting for the enemy? He tried to keep an ear out, piecing the rumors together but there just wasn’t enough, the rumors too vague.
Michael called his garrison together, gave them special instructions. There was rumored to be a meeting of some of the fallen’s leaders. If they could get in there, destroy them, it would change the course of the war. Sylar listened, wondering if it would do any good. They had to try though and he got ready along with the others. Once they were geared up, they went to earth and prepared to attack.
However it was a trick, an ambush. They were attacked and though they tried to fight back, it was a losing battle. Sylar fought hard, killing so many. He was bloodied and hurt but he kept on. Until… until…
Nathan.
The rumors were true, he was helping Lucifer.
“Why?” he panted, trying to catch his breath, his arm hanging by his side.
Nathan stared at him, tilting his head. “Because. He promised to give me what I wanted; it was hard to turn him down.”
Sylar stared at him, shaking his head. “Whatever he promised you, it wasn’t worth it.”
Nathan just smiled. “He promised that we could be together, forever. I thought it was.”
Sylar stared at him, not sure he’d heard him right. “He what?” He couldn’t have heard right, he didn’t hear Nathan just say that he’d given himself over to the enemy just to be with him.
“He promised that we could be together. He doesn’t believe that we should be kept apart; he doesn’t believe that it’s wrong. He wants us all to be happy together.”
Sylar shook his head, stepping back in horror. “Oh Nathan, how could you? Not even that would be worth this.”
Nathan sighed. “Sylar, please. If you come with me, we can be together, isn’t that what you want too? I love you, you love me. Why can’t we be happy together?” He stepped closer to Sylar who lifted his sword.
“Because it’s wrong, he lies Nathan, you know that. How can you know that he’ll do what he says? He’s just using you, manipulating you. That’s all he does.” Stepping back, he glared at Nathan. “Don’t. Don’t come closer or I will have to fight you.”
Nathan stepped closer. “Then you’ll have to fight me.” He said softly.
*********
“Sylar, please. I can protect you, keep you safe. All you have to do is give me your hand and we’ll be together forever. No one will tear us apart again.” Nathan held out his hand. “Just give yourself to me.” He pleaded softly.
Sylar looked up at Nathan. He remembered those words, the last time he’d heard them. Staring at Nathan’s hand, he started to move. Struggling to get to his feet, he swung his sword. “I can’t, you know I can’t.” He wanted to scream. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to end, not like this. He loved Nathan, he shouldn’t be fighting him and yet, here they were, trying to kill each other.
Nathan easily blocked the swing, looking sadly at him. “Please Sylar; I don’t want to do this. Don’t you want to be with me? Don’t you want to be happy?”
Sylar glared at him, taking another swing that was blocked again. He was hurt, bleeding and had little strength left. He wasn’t sure how long he could do this. Another swing and he overextended his reach and fell to the ground, panting.
Going over to him, Nathan stepped on his sword and then picked it up. “Don’t make me hurt you, please. Just come with me.” Sylar turned on his side, coughing and spitting out blood. “How can you even ask me that? You know me, do you really think I’d turn my back on everything and fight for him?” He tried to get to his feet but he couldn’t and he fell again with a cry of pain.
When Nathan came closer, he tried to fight him off but he just didn’t have the strength left. Nathan kneeled down, gently rolling him over onto his back. “I never stopped loving you. Please, say yes. Just be with me.” Sylar looked up at him, wanting to tell him to go back to hell, to let him die in peace but…he couldn’t. Maybe he was weaker than he thought, maybe it was seeing Nathan, knowing that he might never see him again but he just couldn’t do this any longer.
Reaching up, he touched a bloody hand to Nathan’s cheek. “Take me,” he whispered.
Nathan smiled and wrapped his arms around Sylar. There was a small flash of light and the alley was empty, nothing to indicate that anything had happened there.
Author:
Characters: Sylar/Nathan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex and some violence
Word Count: 3,369
Disclaimer: Heroes does not belong to me no matter how much I wish it did.
Summary: The angels are at war.
Table/Prompt: Written for mission_insane's Un-themed #1/Wings
A/N: I wrote this because brandinsbabe showed me this picture. It prompted a bunny and this was born. Hope you like it hun! Beta'd by the ever lovely flwrpwr_vampyre and pyjamagurl
Part 1
The next day dawned and they managed to escape notice, Sylar getting back to his place before anyone spotted him and they pretended to just be friends around the others. Days passed with no one saying anything and they knew they were in the clear. They tried to stay apart but it was impossible. Being as careful as they could be, they met every few days, never the same day in a row, trying to keep things random enough that others wouldn’t notice.
They managed to keep this up for a long time. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into years. It gave them both needed comfort and something to cling to during the long battles. Nathan made sure to stay near Sylar during battles and had managed to keep demons from caving the other angel’s head in a few different times; Sylar doing his part to make sure Nathan stayed safe and lived through the battles. If anyone suspected anything, they kept it to themselves as the two men were becoming a force to be reckoned with.
When they were able to be together, they made the most of it. Most nights ended with one of them crying out the other’s name but some nights they just held each other and talked. Telling each other things that no one else knew, they slowly grew closer and closer. Sylar wished they didn’t have to hide what they had, wasn’t God supposed to want everyone to love each other? So why was it forbidden for angels? Then, after one battle, he noticed that Nathan was becoming withdrawn, even from him.
He tried to ask his friend, his lover, what was wrong but Nathan wouldn’t tell him.
Nathan didn’t know how to tell Sylar that he was starting to seriously doubt what God was doing, that maybe Lucifer had the right idea. Lucifer never denied anyone love, he never denied them ambition or happiness, so why did God? He knew Sylar would never understand, he was too indoctrinated by Michael and Gabriel’s propaganda. If only he could open his lover’s eyes.
One night after an extremely bloody battle, the two angels lay tangled together, sweaty and glowing from the intense sex they’d just had. Nathan brushed the hair off Sylar’s face and looked at him. “This isn’t fair. We should be able to live how we want, be happy. Why is it so wrong for us to be together?”
Sylar shook his head. “I’m sure they have their reasons Nathan, we just have to believe in them.” Nathan frowned, not liking the answer.
“No, I can’t just do that. I…I love you Sylar and I want to be with you. Why is that so wrong? We should be able to be together. We risk our lives every day and for what? What do we get out of this?” Nathan started to get agitated and he rolled over onto his back, putting an arm over his eyes. “It’s not right that they can tell us that we can’t be happy and then not give us a good enough reason why.”
Sylar watched as Nathan got more upset and he wished that he would just stop. There’s nothing either of them could do about it and there was no point in lamenting about it either. “What do you want Nathan? What do you expect them to do, to change the rules to let us be like this?” He shook his head. “It’s not going to happen and you know it. The most we can hope for is that they turn a blind eye to this and we can be together.” He didn’t even want to think about what would happen if they were found out.
Letting out a long sigh, Nathan moved his arm and looked at Sylar. “I know you’re right logically but doesn’t your heart tell you something different? Doesn’t it want the same thing?” He watched as Sylar turned his head away and he knew he was right, the other man just couldn’t or wouldn’t admit it.
Sylar went up on one elbow, looking down at Nathan. “Even if I did, you know it’s not possible and they’re not going to change the rules, not now. Just…be happy with what we have Nathan, don’t rock the boat.” He asked, really not wanting Nathan to draw any attention to them so that Michael and Gabriel would have no choice but to tear them apart.
Watching Sylar’s face, Nathan could see that this was starting to upset him and that’s not what he wanted to do tonight. “Fine, I won’t talk about it anymore,” he said softly, reaching up to touch Sylar’s face. “Can we just enjoy what time we have left tonight before I have to go?”
Sylar searched his face. He knew that Nathan wasn’t going to just drop this but he didn’t want to fight tonight. “Yeah.” He lay back down and wrapped his arm around Nathan’s waist, resting his head on his chest. This is where he wanted to be for eternity, he just wished it were possible.
Nathan gave him a sad smile. “If I asked you to do something for me, would you?” he asked.
Sylar looked at him, frowning. “Probably, depends on what you want.”
Nathan looked into his eyes, touching his cheek. “Would you give yourself to me?” he asked softly.
Sylar just stared at him and then nodded. “I would. I love you and I would give all of myself to you.”
Nathan sighed and then kissed Sylar’s forehead. “Thank you.” He settled into the pillow and let himself fall asleep. Sylar watched him for a few minutes before closing his eyes and dropping off to sleep too.
The next few weeks were busy and it almost seemed like something was conspiring to keep them apart. They managed a few moments here and there but nothing more then a kiss or a hug. Sylar noticed that Nathan was growing more and more distant each time they managed to meet and he wondered if the other angel had changed his mind about their relationship but when they did manage to get together, Nathan would kiss him with such hunger, those thoughts disappeared.
One day the bells rang and Sylar went outside his room, looking towards the main square. Something was up, something was wrong. Those bells only rang if there was something bad going on or about to happen. He got an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach as he quickly dressed and headed for the square. Getting there, he inhaled, seeing Nathan standing next to Michael and being held by Gabriel and Raziel. No, this…this can’t be happening he thought. He looked around and no one seemed to be after him, maybe they hadn’t been found out. So why was Nathan up there?
Michael scanned the crowd, his face impassive. Nathan looked tired, worn out and Sylar tried to move closer to the front of the crowd so he could let Nathan know he was here for him. He was glad he did because as soon as Nathan saw him, a smile formed on his lips and they locked eyes. Sylar didn’t even look up when Michael started talking.
“Brothers and sisters, I’m sorry to call you all together so early.” Michael’s voice rang out crisp and clear. There would be no misunderstanding of what he was going to tell them. “It has come to our attention that one of our brother’s has broken the rules and must be punished.” Sylar’s eyes widened as he kept them on Nathan. No, this couldn’t be happening. “He has lain with one of his own kind which he knew was expressly forbidden.” Sylar could hear the gasp from the crowd around him but Nathan just stood up straighter.
“He has refused to name the angel he lay with but that is not all he’s done brothers and sisters.” Sylar stared at Nathan, his mind spinning. He didn’t tell them who he’d been with and his heart swelled. Nathan was trying to keep him safe and it made him love the other angel more. “He has also started to question the plan our father has given us, he questions our rules. This is inexcusable. He has lost his faith in us and in the father and therefore has incurred the ultimate punishment.” Fear coursed through Sylar and he wanted to shout out but Nathan gave a small shake of his head and he stopped. This couldn’t be happening.
“It is my sad duty to hand down the punishment on our brother,” Michael said, turning towards Nathan. “If you repent what you’ve said and tell us who you’ve lain with, we will show you mercy.”
Nathan sneered. “Mercy? You’ll still banish us from heaven; send us to earth to live forever. Why would I do that to someone I love? As for what I’ve said about those in charge, I stand by them. You’re wrong, your rules are wrong. If you love someone, you will fight more, not less. We risk our lives for you; we deserve a fraction of happiness,” he spat out.
Sylar took a step forward but he was stopped by Nathan’s eyes on him. This wasn’t right, he should be punished too, he’d been with Nathan but he couldn’t say anything and he knew Nathan didn’t want him to. He was trying to protect him and he loved him even more for it. He just wished he wouldn’t lose Nathan forever for it. Nathan kept his eyes on Sylar, silently begging him not to do something stupid. He was not about to hurt the one person he loved.
Michael sighed, shaking his head. “I’m sorry to hear that brother,” he said quietly. Turning his head, he looked over the crowd. He hated this, he hated having to make examples out of them but his hands were tied. The rules were wrong, he agreed, but there was nothing he could do, he couldn’t change them. Father had handed them down and that’s all there was to it. “Then I sentence you Nathan.” It was the first time he’d used the angel’s name and it left a bitter taste in his mouth. “I sentence you to the ultimate punishment. You will be banished from heaven, never to return and your wings will be cut. You will be trapped on earth for all eternity.” He conjured his sword, trying to stall as long as possible. He truly hated this.
“Any last words?” he asked, watching Nathan’s face.
Nathan looked at him, then back to Sylar. “I love you.”
Sylar could feel tears forming in his eyes but he had to blink them away, not wanting to give himself away. He gave Nathan a small nod and mouthed the words back. This wasn’t right but there was nothing he could do without receiving the same punishment and Nathan would never forgive him for that.
Michael glanced at the crowd but he couldn’t tell who Nathan was talking to and he honestly didn’t want to know. It was bad enough he was sending Nathan down there, he didn’t want to send another angel. “Okay.” He nodded at Gabriel and Raziel and they forced Nathan to his knees. Hanging his head, Nathan tried to keep his eyes on Sylar while he waited for the end. Sylar dug his nails into his palms, trying desperately not to run up there and save Nathan. He knew he couldn’t and he hated it, he felt like such a coward because of it.
Picking up his sword with a heavy heart, Michael took a deep breath and swung. Nathan screamed in pain, his head snapping back. Nothing he’d ever felt before came close to what he was feeling now. It felt like his soul was being ripped from his body and, in a sense, it was. Without his wings, he was nothing, that’s why this was the worst punishment imaginable to an angel. Sylar nearly cried out with Nathan, wanting to rip Michael apart even though he knew it wouldn’t do any good. He stared into Nathan’s eyes, tears slipping down his face now. How was he going to make it without Nathan now?
Moving to the other side, Michael took a moment to give Nathan a chance to recover. He’d found that doing the wings too quickly after each other would sometimes drive the banished angel insane and now he paused between them, to let the angel adjust. Taking another deep breath, he raised his sword again and swung. The scream that was ripped from Nathan was louder and longer than the first. Anguish and pain was heard in that scream and it affected the entire crowd. Some covered their ears while others cried out along with him. Only Sylar stood there, his eyes still locked with Nathan’s, trying desperately to send him his love, to offer what little comfort he could.
Gabriel and Raziel dropped Nathan to the ground, standing over him to make sure he didn’t try something, though the now fallen angel could barely move. The wings that Michael had cut off slowly faded away until there was nothing left. Cleaning his sword, he handed it to Raziel and faced the crowd again. “This once angel is now banished from our presence for all eternity. We will not speak his name and he will not be remembered. He is now one of the fallen and will be considered one of the enemy if he is ever seen.” He looked over at Nathan, his heart aching for what had to be. Nodding to Gabriel and Raziel, they picked Nathan up and disappeared.
Sylar tried to reach for Nathan but he was gone in an instant. It hurt, losing him like that, someone that he loved but there’d been no other choice. Michael and the others had to follow the rules, no matter what, and so did he. They’d known the risk, he’d warned Nathan about the things he’d been saying. As much as he hated to say it, Nathan had brought it on himself.
Michael walked away and the crowd started to head back to their homes. Sylar stood there, staring at the spot that Nathan had been standing in just minutes ago. His heart ached for the man he loved but there was nothing he could do. Nathan was gone for good and he was just going to have to try and cope.
Time passed and Sylar kept fighting. He did as he was ordered, went into battle. He was less careful now though, took greater risks and a few of the others worried about him but said nothing. He knew he was being stupid but he couldn’t seem to help it. Going home, battered, bruised and bloody, he missed having Nathan’s soothing hand, helping him. He missed Nathan. Every day his heart grew heavier and heavier, wishing that his love was here with him. Battles went back and forth and it never seemed like they were making any headway.
Then the rumors started. He started hearing stories about one of the fallen fighting and being ruthless. Nathan. No one would say his name but he knew. The way they described him, the way they said he fought, he knew who it was. So he was fighting for Lucifer now? That…how was he supposed to handle that? The person he loved, fighting for the enemy? He tried to keep an ear out, piecing the rumors together but there just wasn’t enough, the rumors too vague.
Michael called his garrison together, gave them special instructions. There was rumored to be a meeting of some of the fallen’s leaders. If they could get in there, destroy them, it would change the course of the war. Sylar listened, wondering if it would do any good. They had to try though and he got ready along with the others. Once they were geared up, they went to earth and prepared to attack.
However it was a trick, an ambush. They were attacked and though they tried to fight back, it was a losing battle. Sylar fought hard, killing so many. He was bloodied and hurt but he kept on. Until… until…
Nathan.
The rumors were true, he was helping Lucifer.
“Why?” he panted, trying to catch his breath, his arm hanging by his side.
Nathan stared at him, tilting his head. “Because. He promised to give me what I wanted; it was hard to turn him down.”
Sylar stared at him, shaking his head. “Whatever he promised you, it wasn’t worth it.”
Nathan just smiled. “He promised that we could be together, forever. I thought it was.”
Sylar stared at him, not sure he’d heard him right. “He what?” He couldn’t have heard right, he didn’t hear Nathan just say that he’d given himself over to the enemy just to be with him.
“He promised that we could be together. He doesn’t believe that we should be kept apart; he doesn’t believe that it’s wrong. He wants us all to be happy together.”
Sylar shook his head, stepping back in horror. “Oh Nathan, how could you? Not even that would be worth this.”
Nathan sighed. “Sylar, please. If you come with me, we can be together, isn’t that what you want too? I love you, you love me. Why can’t we be happy together?” He stepped closer to Sylar who lifted his sword.
“Because it’s wrong, he lies Nathan, you know that. How can you know that he’ll do what he says? He’s just using you, manipulating you. That’s all he does.” Stepping back, he glared at Nathan. “Don’t. Don’t come closer or I will have to fight you.”
Nathan stepped closer. “Then you’ll have to fight me.” He said softly.
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“Sylar, please. I can protect you, keep you safe. All you have to do is give me your hand and we’ll be together forever. No one will tear us apart again.” Nathan held out his hand. “Just give yourself to me.” He pleaded softly.
Sylar looked up at Nathan. He remembered those words, the last time he’d heard them. Staring at Nathan’s hand, he started to move. Struggling to get to his feet, he swung his sword. “I can’t, you know I can’t.” He wanted to scream. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to end, not like this. He loved Nathan, he shouldn’t be fighting him and yet, here they were, trying to kill each other.
Nathan easily blocked the swing, looking sadly at him. “Please Sylar; I don’t want to do this. Don’t you want to be with me? Don’t you want to be happy?”
Sylar glared at him, taking another swing that was blocked again. He was hurt, bleeding and had little strength left. He wasn’t sure how long he could do this. Another swing and he overextended his reach and fell to the ground, panting.
Going over to him, Nathan stepped on his sword and then picked it up. “Don’t make me hurt you, please. Just come with me.” Sylar turned on his side, coughing and spitting out blood. “How can you even ask me that? You know me, do you really think I’d turn my back on everything and fight for him?” He tried to get to his feet but he couldn’t and he fell again with a cry of pain.
When Nathan came closer, he tried to fight him off but he just didn’t have the strength left. Nathan kneeled down, gently rolling him over onto his back. “I never stopped loving you. Please, say yes. Just be with me.” Sylar looked up at him, wanting to tell him to go back to hell, to let him die in peace but…he couldn’t. Maybe he was weaker than he thought, maybe it was seeing Nathan, knowing that he might never see him again but he just couldn’t do this any longer.
Reaching up, he touched a bloody hand to Nathan’s cheek. “Take me,” he whispered.
Nathan smiled and wrapped his arms around Sylar. There was a small flash of light and the alley was empty, nothing to indicate that anything had happened there.