Everything comes for a precious price. For you, a simple nobody living off pay check by pay check, did not expect to find a legit angel face first on your small, not so great padio. Unconscious and clearly went through hell and back.

"Holy fucking hell this bitch is huge!" The mortal none believer was still in disbelief and shock, staring down with wide eyes of realization to see an actual angelic being, mumbling away to themselve quietly "Mother fucker is too big for my little ass couch.."

It was true. If this angel just turn slightly to the left, they will definitely fall off, face first into cold concrete flooring.

In fact, this angel was different from the various pictures and so called references for angels. This one was by far bigger and definitely taller than yourself, didn't look close to being human like with its lanky sharpe looking claws hands and its not so human face with long ass horns, even with those wings torn and bloody those looked like it belongs to an angel. Even the attire and halo.

From the fact that heaven may actually be real, it did not take long for the mortal to take action. This angel was injured and was literally bleeding liquid fucking gold. Searching endless for the first aid, to which you found stuck up in your closet of all places, run back to find the angel missing. About to panic in the corner of your eye, you spy a gold trail of blood coming from the couch towards the padio. Immediately finding the so-called injured angel slurring like a drunken sailor while shouting up at the sky, he was flapping his wings to which one proven to be in worse condition than the other wing.

"Lute!LUTE!!Fucking help me Lute! I swear to mother fucking God you better be on your fucking way bitch!!"

....this angel wasn't so holy it seems..

The moment was broken when the angel turn around, livid as fuck, just to pause upon being watched the whole time, mid hissy fit, by a mortal.

You smile off the awkwardness. "D-Did know angels could cuss, who knew, haha.." Not long show it the first aide kit, not sure what will happen next."You're bleeding bad, uh, want some help with that?"

It just stared at you. For a long time. Not long glanced towards its injured wing, the one reason he is bound to earth at the moment, glares at the mortal before him. First aide in hand.

He sighs "Fuck it. Why the fuck not?" to which move aside to let the angel through, soon the two became temporary roomates; One mortal the other an angel.

°•○•° Two days later°•○•°

"Fucking hell this shit is fucking good!" Adam, the angel that sure is hell not human, rushed into the kitchen the moment his mortal roommate finished cooking their lunch.

It was a simple turkey sandwich. Adam was devouring it like it is his last meal..

"I tossed in my grandmother's secret sauce recipe in there. Nothing special."

Adam, almost choking on his fourth sandwich, was absolutely taken back by your comment, "The fuck you mean it's nothing special?! I would fucking commit suicide for this shit!!"

That kinda concern you "Please don't." not long finish cutting up fruit for your bowl of oats, eager to return to your work life "If you need me, I'll be in my room-."

The moment you round the corner, warm bowl of oats and fruits in hand, stopped mid step due to a white angel wing blocking your way. Fully extended and with no way to go around or under it. Noticing it was Adam's not so injured wing, he still kept eating his turkey sandwiches; he was on his tenth on now.

"Adam, your wing is blocking m-."

"Huh?" He interrupts you, stopping to stare at your face first then descend downwards, then back up quickly, soon pulls back his wing to rest lazily next to his injured one, still eating away without a care in the world "Shit. That wing has been acting up lately, my fucking bad."

It was odd for that to happen, considering that wing looks fully fine and it's the second day, ignore it and let it slide. Letting out a high-pitched hum, you scurry off towards your work life. A small business for finger knit blankets, scarves, stuffies, and pillows. It'sa lott of stuff, so you let them know immediately when it's restocked again. Thankfully, they understood and loved your quality and hard work.

The angel that still munched away on his pile of turkey sandwiches was slowly down little by little. He enjoyed the food. Fucking would murder someone for it just to eat it again, savoring the flavors even if it's so simple to make himself. In his mind, remembering the first day he arrived, he noticed a drastic change over that day and to this very day. Everything looked fine, peachy as fuck, yet those eye bags were heavily present. It looks so similar to a bruise that is only less swollen and purple. The angel sat there to eat off crumbs off his large plastic plate. His image of his temporary roommates features floating in his mind, like a puff of unknown air yet to breathe in and exhale out.

It was all fine and dandy till someone was banging the front door in, yeah I could have called it knocking, but it was loud and did scare the living shit out of Adam. He almost dropped the whole plate cause of it.

"Hey!Someone's at the fucking door! Pretty sure it's the mother fucking popo!"

It went unheard. Adam frowns inwardly as music blasts throughout your closed bedroom. Leaving him with no choice but to magically change his clothes, finally standing on two feet without wings. He looked human finally. The knocking grew louder, so Adam yanked it open, somewhat pissed off at the person. It was a guy.

"Who the fuck are you?!" The guy was wimpy looking, totally out of your league, he even tried to sneak a peak behind Adam for clarification "What the fuck are you doing in my girlfriends apartment?!"

In all honesty, knowing a bad guy when he sees one, considering in ending this man's career. Honestly, his whole life. He had the power yet refrain from doing so.

Adam smirks, pretending for the fun of it "The fuck you mean your girlfriend?" He then leans into the door frame, resting his one arm on the frame while the other rest to his side, watching this wimpy dush squirm "She is mine remember? She fucking dumped your ass."

Now Adam was pretending, bored as fuck and looking for some fun entertainment of sorts, was taken to find the wimpy dude had the fucking balls to go fist deep into his stomach. He wasn't so wimpy, but he was sure as hell fragile. Instead of hunching over, Adam smirked slowly, grew slimer, smug like almost, as the wimpy dude held his once perfect hand. It was broken due to impact. Angels look human yet are not fully human. Other than that, Adam enjoyed the suffering.

"Fuck you! I'll fucking sue you bitch!"

"Like you have the balls." Adam jokes, loving to taunt this poor dude, taking it over the line by leaning in, eyes and voice darkening in a sick twisted way "Unlike yours she couldn't stop fucking mine. Your loss bitch.~"

That comment sent the guy ablaze. He was livid and jealous as fuck. Betrayed by the thought his girl did fucking move on, even worse, a tall as dude who did the deed before he could! This was fucked up!

As the dude ran off, swearing vengeance on Adam joking around, he returned inside to fix himself back into his angel get up. His wings dragged along the floor as he placed the dish away. He was still smirking. Replaying the current event.

"You called?"

Adam almost jumps into the roof as you appear out of thin air, popping in around the kitchen door way like you're in a horror movie, was faced with a wide, eye spooked angel. Not knowing this was his second time being jump scared.

"Fucking hell." He calms down, soon grabbing a water bottle "Your hearing is broken or something. Actually, go to fucking sleep. You look like a druggie going sober for the first time."

That was offensive. Yet didn't take the advice full heartedly.

"Oh, okay. Well, if someone knocks on the door, let me know!" You ran off, ready to finish an order in a rush.

Adam sips his water, his heavenly heart back to normal, shouts back. "Oi! What if it's your boyfriend?"

You grimaced, not understanding what you saw in that guy. "Yeah, about that, I'm officially single now. But if that happens, that may be my ex sooo... yeah, leave it to me."

Adam was somewhat a mixture of stunned, laugh his evil angel ass off, and a small mix of second-hand embarrassment. Adam wasn't flushed up, but he knew what second-hand embarrassment was, not his first time in the ring. From having a simple water he swapped that bitch to a bottle of beer. Sitting down, he then began to remember and laugh at the fact that your ex would have to perform surgery for that hand of his. Surely it won't be the same again.

"Can't waite to tell that bitchy cry baby wimp that it's temporarily fake." Adam laughs darkly at his little joke, finishing the beer right as he found a channel to watch "Fucking dumbass."

Only if he knew what the future holds...