The desk was full of crumpled paper, all failed attempts at a single goodbye letter. It was in this mess that Azrael rested his head. His open eyes gazed at nothing in particular. There was a knock at the door. The sound brought him back from the spell he was under. He sat up, staring at the paper.
“Enter,” he said hollowly.
The door opened. “Azrael?” asked a voice.
“Yes?” he said.
“Chelsea’s at the door.”
That made him turn suddenly. The person was the woman who posed as his mother. Alexandra was her name. Azrael jumped from the chair. He ran past her and down the stairs. He pulled the door fully open and became Nathan again. Chelsea smiled at the sight of him.
“Hi,” she said shyly.
“Hi. Um, are you alright?” he asked.
“I came here to ask you that.”
“You’ve been acting weird all day, ever since this morning. Is this something about that new boy, Arrow?”
Nathan flinched. “No.”
“I think it is,” Chelsea said. “What happened the last time you saw him?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does matter. Nathan, if something’s wrong, just tell me.” Something flashed, just for a second, in Chelsea’s eyes, something that looked like doubt.
“ I can see in your eyes that something’s wrong,” he said.
“Earlier, when you walked away from me, I could have sworn...” she sighed. “I could have sworn I saw something glinting underneath your shirt.”
Nathan’s face dropped. “That. You’d better come in.”
He stepped aside for Chelsea to enter the house and shut the front door behind her. He led her up the stairs and into his room. Once the door was shut, he sat on the bed next to her and sighed.
“Okay, straight to the point: I’m not who you think I am. And neither is ‘Arrow’. His real name’s Asmodeus,” he said bluntly.
“What about your real name?” she asked.
“Why didn’t you just tell me? Why hide behind a fake identity?” she asked, slightly hurt.
Azrael paused, debating whether to tell her or not. “Because I’m not human.”