final

Prolouge Final:

Isaac weaved his way through the humans. no one paid attention to him as far as he knew. But of coarse this was natural; no one would notice a child. He felt cramped in a small one's body, but he hopped that being a child would direct attention away his youth and his royal looks.
"Why what a darling little girl!" A woman, wearing a rather tight corset said coming up to him. "Are you lost? Where are your parents?"
Isaac looked around, then pointed to himself. The woman chuckled, then nodded with a goofy smile on her face. Isaac frowned, he hadn't predicted this. He looked like a mortal girl? A child girl at that? Angels weren't any specific human gender, but Isaac himself noticed his original body looked almost identical to a human males. He had even consulted with the Archangels, then agreed with him and said he was a male by almost all mortal standards. The only catch was he was sterile. This brought a whole new array or questions to his mind. But he pushed them down to deal with the event on hand.
"Ah, my good lady I am no child let alone a female." Isaac said, his high young child like voice contrasted against his strong royal way of speaking. This combination sent the kind woman spiraling, unable to put the two together.
"Ah, forgive me, could you be a lost Prince?" She flushed.
"Nay, I am just a passer by come to see the crowning." At that thought or even the mentioning of the crowning sent Isaac's heart throbbing with excitement. "Where is the guest of honor anyways?"
The woman was red in the face, and it took a while for the burn to cool. "She is in her chambers, poor child."
She? Isaac thought, his mind wandering for a moment. Was he being called by a woman of war?  Was it possible for a daughter of Eve to be one of blood and battle? When Isaac looked up at the woman he realizes he had faded out from their conversation and she was awaiting his answer. "Ah! Is there no son?" He must get to the bottom of this feeling he was experiencing.
"Nay, only the Princess- I mean 'Prince' Kin." She said with a chuckle as he spoke.
Only a Princess, who was about to become the War Prince of the Providence! "Did you say her name?" Isaac asked, confused, he had heard something, but he wanted to make sure.
"Her name is Kin." She said glancing around; the other party goers seemed to be looking somewhere else.
"Kin." He said, testing her name upon his lips. He closed his eyes, feeling safe suddenly. Behind the safety of his eyelids he saw a still picture of a lovely young woman. Was this the one who had cried out to him, calling him down to Earth once more? She had melting, soft brown eyes, and ashen hair; it was like the fine snow from a volcano, beautiful yet deadly as nightshade. Isaac's attention was drawn to her pale thin lips, that smiled, then her round eyes that slanted like a cats, the bushy eyebrows raising, the round large nose crinkling a little with her happy smile. Then she leaned in toward him.
"Isaac." She mouthed, no sound came from her mouth but just her lips mouthing it sent shivers down the War Angels spine.
"Child?" The corset woman asked, calling Isaac back to the Mortal Realm.
His eye's opened reluctantly, the woman stared at him with concern, but her attention was torn from him to somewhere in the north. But as Isaac looked around he realized everyone was looking in that direction. As short as he was he could only see the different colored coats the diversely different mortals where wearing. People began to move, and get close to stepping upon the cloak that Isaac wore. He pulled it tight around him, to hide his small cherubic wings. He tried to conjure up the picture of the woman Kin again, he wanted to feel safe, he did not like this place.
"Child, she's coming." The woman looked down at him for a second then trumpets sounded and everyone drew quiet. The sound of heels on thin carpet sounded through the room. Isaac's eyes grew wide at the sound, it was familiar, it was the sound of his Prince walking.
Kin walked solemnly on the fading red carpet. In front of her was a throne, lower than one behind it, but decorated with angels and swords. Her father stood by it, smiling triumphantly as she marched toward him. She let her eye wander before she reached the throne. There was a single golden crown on the red velvet of the throne, it was still shining as if it made yesterday, but even she knew it was centuries old. Centuries, when the tale of the War Angel had started, and for a brief second she wondered about it, how the angel was supposedly more handsome than a human man, how he was just and kind, regal beyond the royal line. Wise beyond how young he looked.
The sound of her heels resonating through a dead silent room brought her back to her current situation. Daring a glance at the crowd that stared at her, she found every eye watching her movements. Had they seen her eyes glaze over as she thought about the War Angel? Suddenly she became very frightened. But the crowd contrasted with her feelings, they felt excitement and it sent radiating heat toward her. Kin tried to stall her crowning by walking slowly and looking over the different people. She found each man rather plain, till she saw a small boy, his eyes widened as if he had seen the sun.
"My Prince." His perfect mouth whispered.
Kin stopped and watched the boy, their eye contact never breaking. But her sudden stop had confused the crowd and her father. Kin did little to take notice of the other peoples feeling when she was compelled to watch this child. He had an ageless look about him, making her expression turn down into one of confusion.
Isaac had eye contact with her, knowing neither of them could break away from it, he could only stand there caught in her gaze. His heart threatened to beat out of his chest, and his breath forbid itself to enter him. His wings suddenly twitched, wanting flight. Isaac's hand was bundled into a fist on his chest, tearing into the cloak he had around him.
Until he could take the strain of being this far away from her no longer; ripping off his cloak with all his might, he surprised the tight corset woman, but he took no heed as he threw his small body into the air and opened his wings for flight. He pumped them as fast and as hard as he could, reaching the throne with the familiar crown within seconds. He snatched in from its resting place and beat his wings right above the Kings head who looked in astonishment, but not surprise at the flying angel in his castle. Gasps of shock resonated from the crowd.  
Isaac landed right in front of Kin, his legs brushing hers and his chest leaning into her stomach. He rose to his tiptoes to put the crown on her head, his fingers lingering on her hair as he admired her face. It was far better than the picture that he had seen only minutes ago. She gasped gently as tears welled into Isaac's eyes.
"My Prince." He spoke softly trying to keep his voice from betraying him to the strong emotions welling up inside of him. He put his hands on her hips, repeated himself, his voice cracking as he did, he gave her a shaky laugh, tried not to blink, but again betrayed himself. Isaac the War Angel began to cry.
He wondered to himself if he had missed mortal companionship to the point of tears. Or was it another chance to have a friend with flaws? He took one of his small hands away and wiped the tears, then smiled, throwing his twig like arms around her.
Kin blinked, feeling the weight of the crown on her head, and the clinging child around her waist at the same time seemed to overwhelm her. Nothing else seemed to be important at the moment. It was as if the two of them had their own little space in Time. She first stroked his hair, he pressed his face closer to her stomach as she did, then she gently placed her large hands on his tiny back. Then she felt him shudder in his tears.
"The Angel of War has chosen my daughter as his Prince! We shall be led to victor against the West! Long live the War Prince! Long live my son!" The King suddenly bellowed out. Kin, pulled from her stupor with the child looked up in shock. The Angel of War this child? The angel was supposed to be some handsome man!
Isaac heard the King as well, at his words he felt an evil radiate from deep with in the man's chest. It called out mockingly at him, telling him that his new form was perfect for him. For a jester trying to fit in with mortals; Isaac held Kin closer to him. "I am frightened Prince."
Kin looked down at the child she held, confusion set in. What could he possibly be scared of? There wasn't anything threatening in this room was there? But she had no time to find the source of the child's fear; her father was now in front of her his hand was reaching for the War Angel wrapped around her hips. Instinct cracked in her body and she pulled the boy away from her fathers grasp. He glared at her in disapproval at her actions.
"Father, I am tiered may I retire?" She asked, holding the nameless child against her.
"Aucune dame de la nuit ne fait que commencer! Come and speak to the guests! bring the Angel of War with you." The king retreated into the crowd, that was now swarming toward the pair.
Kin picked the child up and held him like a father holding his son. "Please your name Angel?" Stealing a glance up at him as she waded into the sea of spectators.
"Isaac, my Prince, Kin is it?" He looked down, she flushed.
"Yes, that is my name. But I am no man, I am just an imposter." She said coming to the throne where the crown had sat. Seating herself in it, keeping Isaac in her lap, as protective as a man over his wife.
"I have learned that." Isaac spoke, trying not to let his face come in contact with Kin's chest. She laughed, causing a vexing feeling to well inside of Isaac's chest. "Why do you put up with these people?" He asked, his mind wandering back to past Princes who cast off the commons and to do their own things.
"Because common people are humans too, no matter what other Royal families say." Kin whispered.
Isaac observed his new Prince, how strangely she acted, gentle to children, strong to men, careful when handling women, she treated everyone as special individuals, but never did he see her worry about herself, he asked him every so often how he was faring and if he wanted something to drink or eat, but he reminded her he did not need such idle things, and she would laugh.
the clock stroked twelve and Kin sighed, becoming exhausted from dealing with the guests, but they just kept coming, at this rate she wouldn't be done till morning!
"Do you require rest?" Isaac asked from her lap, she looked down at him and shook her head.
"No I am fine, just a little thirsty is all." She lied with a smile, not wanting her new friend to worry about her.
"You do not lie well Prince." Isaac said lowly, she looked at him startled, the voice was not one of a child, it was of a man! The child stood, and around the throne people moved away, he stood upon the ground, and turning to Kin held out his arms. "Come, lets us go to your chambers."
She blinked, trying to take in what he was saying, trying to decipher the strange embarrassment welling inside her chest. "Ah, no I still have guests to speak to Isaac." She reached for him but he scooped her up, his wings opening and taking to the air over the crowd, sent her into shock. No words came from her mouth as he flew from the party, down the hall way effectively loosing the chasing guards in the labyrinth he had created.
"Your room my Prince." He asked.
"O-over there." She pointed to the room that maids where exiting, and Isaac expertly flew into the closing door, landing with a plop, upon the plush bed.
It was silent for a moment. "I landed better than I thought I would." He muttered. Kin looked at him, his face becoming flustered with embarrassment. "Its not like I haven't ever flown! I just haven't flown for an extended period, I mean I have flown, just, just not here on Earth.."
Kin laughed, loudly and hard, her stomach hurting after a minute or two. Trying to stop she took in many deep breaths, but once she saw Isaac's confused face she was brought back to laughter once more.
"What do you find humorous my Prince?" Isaac asked.
"No," She said taking a deep breath. "No it is nothing." But she continued to smile at this innocent man.