“Hm hmm hmmm~!”

A soft sweet melody escaped my lips as I skipped through the empty cathedral. While it is old and broken down, its charm and breath taking size still make it something to behold. Which is exactly why I think my master chose this place as their hide out.

With a delightful giggle I spun and sway to a melody no one but I could hear as I stumbled down the hidden staircase hidden behind the old piano. It led down to a darker more moist and dreary place that is illuminated by candles. A haunting sight for most, but to me, it’s home.

“Maaaaasssstteerrr~!” I called out in a sing songy voice as I danced my way into their special laboratory. Coming up from behind I slung my arms around their shoulders and went limp against their back.

“I’m so boooored.” I pout as my breath brushes against their neck. I whined nuzzling into their neck wanting attention.

“Stop ignoring me. I wanna play!”

I knew I was being pushy but I could not care any less about what they thought. They were my everything. My master, my creator, my reason for being. My wings flutter as tingles ran up my spine when they glanced at me.

Haniel~

That was the name they granted me. A being with the name of a being that brought joy. My fingers dug in ever so slightly into the fabric of my master’s attire. I loved them….so so much.

I hugged them more securly, peering over their shoulder as they sewed together a new creature. My brother it would be one day soon. I wasn't worried about it though.

Master said I was their perfect project. I was created from the corpse of an angel, in almost perfect condition, master made me whole. Master made me perfect.

My eyes glaze over at the memory of the scapel cutting away the bad parts, the tingles of electricity as I breathed my first breath. I bit back a moan as I burrow into master’s shoulder at the memory of the delightful pain that I went through to become perfect.

“Master?” I whisper softly.

Master may I stay here? Forever eternally with you? Till the world ends? Till fire consumes me whole?

I hold my tongue, letting my grip slip down to hug their waist squeezing them just a bit too tight.

“May I help Master?” I whisper softly as I picked up one of their tools.