Lyris smirked as he leaned against the stone pillar, his long blonde hair draped around him like a cape.
The Egyptian city he was visiting this time was filled with beautiful women, on every corner.
He kept his eyes peeled, searching for his next target, although any one of them would suffice.
Everyone was glancing his way, his golden locks sticking out like a sore thumb.
Whispers filled the air as people passed by him, curious about the intense golden coloring of his hair and where he may have come from.
Suddenly, he made eye contact with a woman whose beauty rivaled that of the angels he'd shared Heaven with.
She bit her lip and winked at him, then turned to her friend and whispered a few things before giggling along with her, hardly breaking eye contact with him as she did so.
Lyris raised his brow and pushed himself away from the pillar, approaching the woman confidently.
Without needing to say a word, he held out his hand, to which she took instantly.
Off the two went to his quarters to indulge themselves in physical intimacy.
Rinse, lather, repeat.
Lyris continued his evening with multiple different women, one after another, reveling in mortal pleasures.
Then came the most beautiful of all, the girl he was most excited to eat up.
He lay on top of her, pressing his lips against her skin and listening to her loud moans penetrate his ears.
Just as his hand was making its way down, he felt a weightlessness to his body.
Lyris sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping.
He was on his way back to up to Heaven.
There he stood, on the puffy, white cloud flooring, deep blue and golden skies twinkled around him, the air as pure and delicious as ever before.
In front of him, a golden throne, sparkling in the rays of the sun, its intricate design showing the history of life itself.
Upon its velvet cushion, floated a ball of light.
Within that ball of light, was his father, also known as God.
Although he could not see his father's form in the light, he could just feel that he had his face in his palm, his disappointment punching through the air and through Lyris' entire being.
Lyris rocked on his heels, his hands held behind his back as he awaited to hear the same lecture he'd always been given.
His eyes rolled in anticipation, annoyed that the two of them kept repeating this ritual.
'Just give it up already. I'm not changing my ways.' He thought.
"Lyris!" The deep voice boomed like thunder, echoing throughout the clouds, snapping Lyris out of his thoughts and causing him to cover his ears.
"You are the angel of animals, but you are acting too much like an animal yourself. Your behavior must come to a stop. I will not have one of my angels behaving in such a way!"
The ball of light turned into a deep orange color, as he scolded Lyris.
It felt like his father was shaking his finger at him, although he couldn't be for certain.
Despite the intimidating nature of his father, Lyris still stuck to his guns.
He closed his eyes tight and stuck his tongue out as far as he could.
"You're the one who made me this way! If you have a problem with it, then you should've made me differently. It's not my fault you messed up!"
His father's ball of light changed from the previous deep orange hue to a dark red color and grew in size.
Lyris shrunk down, his shoulders flying up to his ears as he cowered in front of his father, his previous bravery gone in an instant.
"That is incorrect. Do not blame me for your misdeeds, for I have created you with equal opportunity to everyone else. You have developed these disturbing habits on your own."
He stared at his father with a confused, yet challenging, look on his face.
"If you didn't want me to become my own being, to do what I wanted, then why didn't you just make me the way you wanted me to be without room to disobey you?"
Without a word, lightning clapped around them, a bolt hitting right next to Lyris.
Lyris jumped and held his right hand up, "Alright, alright! I promise, father. I will calm down and behave more like you would wish for me to."
His father inhaled sharply, "This is your final warning, Lyris. If you do not stop your heinous actions, I will punish you. I won't let you off the hook any longer."
Lyris nodded, "Right, right. I promise!"
"Alright, you are free to go."
Lyris promptly returned back to Earth.
'Yeah, right!' he thought as he searched the roads for more beauties.
This had been an ongoing problem between him and his father practically since he was born.
God, of course, always threatened to punish him, and Lyris, of course, always promised he'd change and behave.
Then God would let him off the hook, and he'd be on his merry way, doing the exact same thing that he always did.
Just as he was about to pleasure his next willing participant, he found himself standing on that same white cloud flooring, with the golden throne and his father in front of him.
Lyris rolled his eyes.
'We didn't even get to the good part this time. What gives?!' he thought.
Suddenly, he realized that things were different this time.
In front of him was not a ball of light, but was instead his father's human form, sitting upon the throne with an angered look on his face.
Lyris trembled in fear.
"F-father!"
"LYRIS!" His voice thundered so loud that Lyris believed his eardrums had burst.
"For the sin of your animalistic nature, I am banishing you to wander the earth until you learn how to behave yourself! Only then will you be allowed to return to Heaven!"
In his hand, was a large golden staff, embedded with crystals and gems of all kinds. Atop was a large circular crystal that shone like the sun itself.
He slammed it down against the flooring with a deafening 'CLAP' and Lyris was sent shooting down to Earth.
Everything went dark.
Lyris furrowed his eyebrows, he never felt any impact.
Suddenly, he felt a soft, light feeling caress his bare chest, followed by the sense of a being next to him.
His eyes flew open as he turned his head to the side.
It was the beautiful woman he'd been so excited to pleasure earlier that day.
She was gently running her fingers up and down his chest as she stared at him hungrily.
"You're awake now sleepy head? Are you ready for round two?" Her voice was enchanting and soothed his aching ears like a healing elixir.
'Oh, thank you father, it was just a dream.' He thought as he rolled on top of her, pinning her down against the bed.
Without hesitating, he planted his lips against her neck, making his way down to her breasts.
Just as he was sliding his hand down, ready to pleasure her further, she let out a horrified scream.
"What? What is it?" He asked as he looked up to see her terrified face.
"You monster! Stay away from me!" She shoved him off of her and scrambled out of his dwellings.
Lyris stared after he confused, as he went to scratch the back of his neck.
"Ow!" He was surprised to feel a sharp pain as he did so.
Feeling a trickle of liquid down his neck, Lyris pulled his hand around to take a look and investigate what had happened.
Except, instead of his hand was a giant, golden, furry lion's paw attached to his wrist.
Lyris screams of horror turned into the roars of a lion as he slowly shifted from human to beast.
He suddenly lurched forward, his eyes wide, and sweat dripping off of every surface of his body.
The plush surface beneath him was damp as well.
Lyris squinted against the darkness, some light from the streetlamp and the building across filtered in through the closed blinds of the window.
He gasped for air and slowed his breathing, along with his heart rate, as reality set in.
Was it just a dream?
Lyris looked down at his hand.
It was difficult to see in the low light, but it definitely was not a large, beastly, paw.
He opened and closed it a few times and sighed in relief.
'Yes. This feels like the human form, a human hand…' he thought as he glanced over to his side.
Up on the bed next to him, was Camille sleeping peacefully, without any knowledge that he had just relived a horrific moment in his life.
He stood and sat by her side, staring at her calm, angelic face.
"You risked your life for me. Why? Was your guilt really all there was to it?"
Hello dear readers!
What do you think of Lyris disobeying his father like that? What would you have done if you were Lyris? What would you have done if Lyris was your child? Let me know in the comments! I'm curious!
- Thalia
Camille scratched her head, trying to make sense of her day.
The cage which Lyris had been trapped in, had disappeared from Neil's office.
Considering how dusty his office was, she expected there would at least be tracks left on the floor from where the cage rolled out of, but nothing.
There was no trace of it at all, and even funnier, Neil seemed to have no recollection of having captured Lyris at all.
Camille had gone to work earlier that morning, hesitant, and ready to face Neil's wrath, or possibly even his concern.
Of course, who in their right mind would be pleased to find that the wild animal they'd spent so long trying to capture, had disappeared?
What about, the fact that when he went in that morning, both the lion and his fiancé were gone without a trace?
Wouldn't that be cause for worry?
Yet, Neil seemed completely unphased, acting as he always did, as if nothing had ever happened.
When he scolded her, as he did every other day, she expected him to push or shove her, perhaps strike her again, but he didn't.
In fact, he even questioned why she cowered at his yelling.
"Why are you acting like I'm about to hit you? What's wrong with you today?" he had said.
Throughout the day, she had begun to feel like it had all been a crazy dream.
'Maybe it's my subconscious telling me that I really shouldn't marry Neil. Maybe my gut feeling is that he's dangerous and I'm better off with someone else, that my person is out there somewhere waiting.'
She stuck her key in her door and opened it up with a sigh, ready to toss her purse over on the couch, but what she was met with was a shock.
Laying on the couch, shoveling ice cream into his mouth, was Lyris.
Camille scanned her apartment, her mouth agape as she took in the complete disarray.
On her couch, lay crumbs of various snacks, their wrappers littered across the floor and atop her coffee table.
Cans of sodas, teas and coffees, were crushed and thrown at the trash can against the wall behind the couch, most of them not making it in.
Cups of mystery drinks laid around the coffee table, some knocked over and spilt onto the surface and the rug below.
Books were strewn about, some open, others tossed aside.
Horrified, she walked into the kitchen to see an even bigger mess.
It was as if he had taken all of the food out from her fridge and smudged it all over the counter tops.
Dirty pots and pans filled the sink and the stove-top with food dripping down their sides.
Flour, egg, and an amalgamation of other ingredients covered the floor and handles of her fridge and cabinets.
"Lyris! What did you do?! This place is a complete mess! Did you have a party in here or something?!"
She placed her purse on one of the kitchen stools – which had been spared from the turmoil the rest of her apartment faced.
Camille turned her attention to the cans that were in the trash can and began picking them up, "These go in the recycle bin, not the trash!"
She tossed them in the correct bin and sifted through the trash to relocate them to their proper place. In doing so, her hands were met with multiple, unidentified, sticky liquids.
"Yuck!" She stifled a gag and ran to the bathroom, the kitchen sink piled too high for her to wash her hands there.
Upon opening the bathroom, she let out an anxious scream.
It was just as awful as the kitchen!
Soap containers were left open and laid on their sides, their contents leaking out into her bathtub and onto the carpet below, thousands of tissues were jumbled across the floor and overflowing from the dustbin.
Wet towels had been thrown all over the place, but at least there was room in the sink.
She promptly washed her hands as Lyris appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a spoon in his mouth, and a sheet tied around his waist.
"What's all the fuss about? It's fine, you don't have to worry about it. All of this stuff with just biodegrade anyways."
He sounded so calm and matter of fact.
Camille whipped her head around at him and motioned to her bathroom.
"Water damage and gunk is not okay! Look at this place! It's a complete mess! Not to mention the kitchen! Oh! Don't get me started on the kitchen!"
Camille pushed past him and waved her finger in the air, making her way to the kitchen.
Lyris followed after her like a puppy, although confusion filled his face.
"Look at this kitchen," she pointed to the sink and all of the food everywhere, "This is disgusting! The food will rot and bring ants! These containers aren't going to biodegrade because they aren't of that kind of material. Besides, I have to use them again and I can't use them if they're dirty! Bacteria is going to flourish on these and it'll get us sick!"
Lyris rolled his eyes, 'I thought she said not to get her started on the kitchen, but she just started on her own anyways.'
Taking the spoon of his mouth, he took a deep breath, his confusion only growing.
"Bacteria is good for you. Why are you mortals so weak? It's like the lightest breeze could completely destroy you. Build up an immunity."
Camille stared at him with a disgusted look on her face.
'King of the animals? More like the King of the Pigs if you ask me.'
"What about you? Aren't angels supposed to be pure and virtuous? Yet you can't even clean up on your own and just toss everything around without putting it away?"
Lyris shrugged, "Out in nature, whatever I ate, I just left, then other animals would come pick at it and dispose of what was left. No problem. That's how your world works. It's good if the ants come. They'll clean it up for you. Why do you say it won't biodegrade? Isn't it all natural? Even buildings will come to ruin if you leave them for long enough. Nature will take it back eventually."
Camille got to work throwing the trash on the counters away into the bin, and piling up the food containers, plates, as well as the pots and pans to create room to begin cleaning.
She then grabbed a rag from one of the drawers and managed to squeeze her hand into the mess to wet it and put soap on it.
Shaking her head, she began to scrub the counters, "That's great for being out in nature, but we aren't in nature here. This is my apartment, in the city! I don't want ants in my apartment, crawling all over everything. They'll get in my food and everything! They're such an annoyance and a hassle to get rid of."
Lyris stared at her with a disappointed look, "My father didn't create you humans to live like this, inside of a box, killing what else he created for no reason."
Camille snapped her head around and glared at him, "Well, then, he should've made us so we couldn't create boxes like this, and so we couldn't be irritated by things like ants. Instead, he made us so we could create and grow, so that we would be intelligent. I don't want to live out in nature without a roof over my head!"
Lyris scoffed, "No, he made you with equal opportunity to everyone else. You developed these habits on...your own….."
His eyes widened as he spoke, surprising even himself. He turned around, away from Camille, and rubbed his chin.
It was the same thing his father had said to him.
'I sound just like him. Is this what he meant?'
"Whatever! The point is, this is how we live now! If you want to keep living here, you're going to have to keep this place clean. I don't want you here if I'm going to come home to my apartment looking like a warzone. Well? What are you waiting for? Come help!"
Lyris scratched the back of his head awkwardly. Now having heard his father's words coming out of his mouth, he felt torn.
He was beginning to understand how his father felt, but, he also now related more to Camille.
She couldn't help it if this was how she was as a person, right? That's how he felt about his own situation anyways.
Without any more complaints, Lyris joined Camille in cleaning the apartment.
Having never had to clean before, Camille ended up having to show him how to do the work and teach him the ins and outs of cleaning.
Before long, they were working in harmony with each other, luckily Lyris was a fast learner.
Camille and Lyris flopped onto the couch, exhausted and starved, with most of the apartment clean.
"We'll have to finish tomorrow, but you did a good job helping. Thank you."
"You're thanking me after you forced me to help?"
Camille laughed and nodded, "Yeah, because in the end you did. Since you cleaned out the fridge, though…..how about we order a pizza?"
Hello dear readers!
Have you ever left your home a big mess? I clean up while I cook, so I put the ingredients away as soon as I'm done using them. I also clean the counter off right before I eat. Although, I will throw the dishes in the sink until later. How about you? Do you clean it all up right away? Do some now, some later? Or do you avoid it all together? Let me know your habits!
- Thalia
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