A/N: This is a teaser so please comment what you think about it, if its something that I should continue Mordi hunched over, and he let out a grunt as the cold porcelain bit into his palms and his body betrayed him in the harsh fluorescent light.
His gagging voice echoed from the glazed floors and walls, a grim acknowledgement to his endless, incomprehensible fight. He wiped his mouth off with his hand and caught a glimpse of his reflection on the mirror—a distorted version of himself.
His skin, the color of sunbleached sandpaper, appeared to ripple with every breath, and he couldn't stop scrutinizing the angles of his face. "Why can't I look normal?" he whispered, as if the mirror might offer some reprieve. "Maybe if my nose were smaller…," he sighed to himself, turning his attention to his chin. "Maybe if I lost some more weight," he muttered.
He took a deep breath and stepped back, allowing the door to swing shut with a soft click behind him.
Mordi made his way to the desk, the faint buzz of office chatter enveloping him like an unwelcome shroud.
His eyes moved lazily to the files he ought to have delivered to his boss-Nathan brown. But haven't for…reasons.
With each step he took, closer to Nathan's office, the familiar knot began to twist in his stomach.
It was after the office party; because of a large intake of drinks that night, Mordi had unconsciously revealed a part of himself: his attraction to men, and he made out with Nathan, his boss.
Mordi!" Nathan called, his voice silky and inviting. He leaned back in his chair while a hungry grin spread across his face as he beckoned Mordi into his office.
"Here are the files you wanted," Mordi said, forcing a smile to his face as he set the stack onto Nathan's desk, careful not to look at him.
Nathan didn't need to be told; quick as a flash, he pulled a remote and clicked a button. The blinds shut, blocking out the sun and merely dimming the room into an intimate shadow. "Why don't you come explain those to me? I could use a little help over here." Casual words, but there was something more laced in them that made Mordi's heart hammer ominously.
Ah, yes," Mordi stammered, faltering as he took up a position beside Nathan, who was suddenly leaning far back in his chair, his eyes glinting like a predator's. The tension in the air began to mount thickly as Mordi stood, ill at ease, near the desk.
Nathan's hand slid down to Mordi's thigh, his first touch light but heavy with intent. "You've been working so hard lately, I think it's important that we take a moment to appreciate your… contributions," Nathan murmured low and sultry.
His heart quickened with a twist in his stomach as Mordi had known Nathan was touchy, especially after the events of that night, but this felt different and aggressive. It was a memory Mordi tried shaking off, but it remained there, taunting him.
As Nathan's hand started to rub upwards in Mordi's thigh, Mordi jerked it away, his face red from embarrassment and anger. "S-sir, please, this isn't proper," he stammered, stepping backwards as his heart pounded against his chest.
"What is wrong?" Nathan asked, feigning a sense of innocent when, in fact, his eyes actually darkened with desire. "You've been such a little tease
"I—" Mordi's voice broke, insecure feelings heavy upon him. He felt ugly and raw, the coarseness of his skin a reflection of the turmoil within.
'He doesn't think you're good-looking he just wants to use you'
"I don't think this is a good idea. I just… I need to go." Mordi said moving away from Nathan
"Just relax, Mordi. You know I care about you," Nathan said, his voice wheedling yet entreating. But beneath the overtones of a threat to his intent, crowded Mordi into a corner, into a web he didn't want to be part of.
He nodded quickly, flinging himself out of Nathan's office, his mind racing as he escaped the confinement. He leaned against the cool wall outside, taking a deep breath in an attempt to steady himself.
He went downstairs to the pantry for some coffee; Ice Americano always did it.
His eyes strayed to the cookies on the counter of the pantry; he wanted a piece. 'Dont!'
'You are already a bloated pig!
Mordi went cold, froze in his thoughts, and turned to make his way out. He felt the knot in his stomach constrict again; fear and confusion swirled in his brain as he stared at his phone.
Mordi had always known his luck in love was somewhere between a wet paper bag and a broken umbrella-useless and slightly embarrassing. Yet, when his phone buzzed, he never thought it would be Greg, human incarnate of a one-way ticket to emotional disaster.
Greg's message was brief, laced with that toxic charm that Mordi had never been able to resist.
hey. been a while. wanna meet? just 2 talk—Greg
As if "talk" was ever in Greg's vocabulary. But there Mordi was, standing in the parking lot like he had nothing better to do, waiting for that familiar car to appear. And when it did, he was cursing himself as he slid into the passenger seat. Just to see Greg's smirk was a blow to his pride.
Hey, Mords," Greg said, the old nickname clinging like gum on the bottom of Mordi's shoe.
"Hi." Mordi's voice came out a little too small, like he'd shrunk down to sixteen all over again.
Greg looked at him, eyes sharp as ever. "You look good.
And just like that, Mordi's resolve cracked. He muttered something that was probably a laugh, and before he knew it, Greg's hand was on his knee, drawing little circles that sent his common sense straight out the window. They kissed-messy, familiar, and so, so wrong.
"I… I missed this," Mordi admitted, cringing at how sincere he sounded.
Greg tilted his head, smug. "Then why did we ever stop, huh?
The car was in drive before Mordi could even wrap his head around it, Greg talking like old times, like they hadn't torn each other apart a dozen times before. They were gliding toward Greg's apartment-just like that-Mordi's inner voice screaming at him the whole way.
But fate, or rather, ill luck in his case, had other plans. They were approaching the bridge when, out of the blue, the car twitched to one side. Greg wrenched the wheel, but it was too late. The tires shrieked, and Mordi felt his stomach somersault as they slammed into the railing.
The world turned upside down. When Mordi opened his eyes, smoke filled the car, and his ribs screamed as he forced himself out, coughing.
Greg!" Mordi was in a panic, hands fumbling with the driver's side door, but it refused to open. Greg slumped over the steering wheel, quiet and motionless.
"Come on, come on!" Mordi screamed, pounding on the glass and hoping Greg would pop his eyes open.
And then-what struck him. Some unseen force crashed into Mordi's chest, sending him flying backward, and he landed on the pavement. He gasped, trying to catch his breath, but he froze as he looked up.
A figure stood by the car, a tall dark shape that seemed to flicker like a glitching nightmare looked down at Greg. It didn't have a face, but Mordi could feel it staring at him as if he was an intruder on his life.
The shadow of the figure appeared to extend and fall across the car, and just as Mordi's vision started to blur, his last image was that of the figure in some sort of weird, floating stance over Greg's prone body.
And then, blackness.
***
The first things Mordi saw were the sterile, white walls of a hospital. He blinked, confused and in pain everywhere. For a moment, there was a thought that this was some kind of twisted dream. But the bruises on his ribs, the dull, throbbing pain in his head, said otherwise.
Greg," he said, gruff, pushing himself upright. Where was Greg? His last memory was that strange figure by the car… and then, nothing. Panic bubbled as he called for a nurse.
They couldn't tell him much, just that he'd been brought in alone. No record of a Greg admitted that night.
Discharged, Mordi all but ran home, his fingers flying across the screen of his phone as he searched the web for any accident report, any mention of Greg. But there was… nothing. Not a news report, not a social media post. It was as if the accident hadn't happened.
Then his phone buzzed. A message. From Greg.
Meet me at Xyz park by 1pm—greg
Mordi's pulse skipped. No mention of the accident. Not even a "how are you feeling?" Nothing. He didn't care. In record time, he was at the park, scanning the crowd till he came upon Greg under a tree, hands shoved in his pockets.
Greg looked. normal. Like he hadn't been at death's door just days before. Bruises, scratches-he had none of those. Just his usual too-perfect self. But something was off-Greg didn't rush over, didn't flash that cocky smile. In fact, he didn't even seem to see Mordi initially.
Mordi cleared his throat, nerves prickling as he took a few steps closer. "Hey.
Greg turned, squinting like he'd just realized Mordi was in the room for the first time. "Oh. Hey."
Mordi waited for a smirk, a hand on his shoulder, maybe even an ironic "miss me?" But Greg kept his distance, like he was some kind of stranger.
"So." Mordi forced a smile. "Crazy night the other day, huh? Greg
Greg's face contorted with something near to shock. He looked Mordi up and down in a fashion that was almost. mechanical, like he was trying to fit pieces of a puzzle together. Again and again his gaze swept over Mordi's frame, scanning, analyzing. Mordi had never felt quite this exposed.
Mordi's stomach somersaulted. This was too weird. Greg, the guy who had kissed him in the car like he was the last drink of water, was avoiding eye contact and acting as if they were strangers.
Greg's brow furrowed. "The accident…?" His voice was flat, confused. It sounded like Greg's voice, but with a strange cadence to it, a stiffness that shivered Mordi.
Um, remember?" Mordi asked, still trying to make light of the mood. But Greg just did nothing but continued staring unblinkingly on, as if whatever was coming from Mordi's mouth was in some language foreign to him.
The air between them grew thick, almost electric. Greg noticed people he hadn't noticed before-a group of strangers lurking on the edges of the park, watching, like they were waiting for something.
"Come with me," Greg said suddenly, reaching out and snatching at Mordi's arm. He pulled him toward a car parked some distance away. Mordi raised an eyebrow-it wasn't Greg's usual sleek sedan, but some sort of luxury car that looked like it leaped straight off a James Bond film set. But Greg's grip was remorseless, and Mordi found himself sliding into the passenger seat.
They barreled through the city streets in silence as buildings blurred around Mordi, trying to wrap his brain around it all. Finally, the car slowed, drawing up to a sleek penthouse complex that made Mordi's jaw drop.
He'd known Greg had money, but… this? This was next level. Greg had only ever taken him to some studio apartment with standard desigining and furniture.
Was he a secret billionaire?
This place had floor-to-ceiling windows and a marble-floored lobby.
They exited the car, and before Mordi could even catch his breath, Greg was pushing him up against the wall, hands braced on either side of Mordi's head. His face was inches away, eyes darting over every feature on Mordi's face like he was trying to solve some impossible riddle.
Wh…what's wrong, Greg?" Mordi stammered as his voice broke.
Greg's eyes narrowed; his mouth pulled into a thin line. Then, in one swift motion, he reached up and tugged at a lock of Mordi's hair, letting it slide through his fingers as if peering for something beneath it.
"What are you?" Greg muttered to himself as something unreadable flickered in his eyes.
Mordi's heart raced as he tried to push himself back; before a word could leave his lips, the air seemed to tear with shots. Exploding glass, they both dropped to the floor as shards rained down, bullets tearing through the windows.
Mordi's ears rang, with his brain racing in a dazed attempt at understanding the chaos. But all he knew, as they lay crouched under the broken glass, was that this wasn't Greg as he knew him, so whatever it was-he'd just been drawn into something huge.
Crawl" Greg ordered as they crawled towards the door that opened up to the bed room. Greg managed to push an entire dresser over by himself to block the door.
Mordi never knew Greg was that.strong?
"Do you trust me?" Greg suddenly asked, making Mordi back track.
"Honestly, no, we barely even got back together.
"Good" Greg said and waved his hand over mordi's face "sleep" he muttered and Mordi fell to the side unconscious.
He carried him bridal style and walked right through a portal. On the other side, a lady sharpening a curved dagger stared in incredulity at him.
"What is this Az?"she asked in distaste as he placed Mordi's unconscious body on a table.
"Tell me what creature this is?" he asked hastily picking a couple of things he could find—knife, a bottle of whiskey, and some limes.
"A mundane…a really skinny one at that!" She said slightly irritated.
"Oh I can assure you that isnt just a mundane, where do you keep the salt?" he asked as the unknown lady pointed across the bar.
"What do you mean?"
"Lili, he trapped me! Me! In this pathetic body I'm supposed to get rid of, now the soul of this Greg is running wild as I'm stuck to his…ughhh" Az sprinkled the salt in a circle and slit his palm.
"Well, I don't know how that's possible, only a supreme being can trap you In a body" Lili said and then back-tracked "…what did I say about calling me Lili?
"Same thing I said about Az" he sassily replied sprinkling the whiskey into the circle and saying a chant and it set on fire.
"Trying to summon Lucifer seems a little extra don't you think?" Lili said as she walked around Mordi. "Let's just kill it, maybe whatever it did will be released when it's dead"
“I can't kill genius" Az said "Because the day I kill the day—"
"You wither Into non-existence, yeah I know but not if I do the killing" Lili said raising her dagger suggestively.
"Lili, behave" Az said as the smoke from the fire reduced revealing a naked man, he turned to them and screamed.
They both turned away embarrassed.
How dare you summon me whilst I'm about to make a human ladies life so exhilaratingly pleasured she'll beg to sell her soul to me" he said in anger as Az handed him a bathrobe.
"Trust me Lucifer I wouldn't want to ever experience this again but this is an emergency"
Az said pointing at Mordi on the desk.
"You called me here because you finally managed to kill a human being?" Lucifer mocked "…are you withering already?"
"What do you mean finally?" Az exclaimed.
"He thinks this thing isn't entirely human" Lili said and Lucifer sighed walking dramatically to the table to have a look.
"Oh come on, Lilith even you know this boy is very human and…" he lifted mordi's arm up "…malnourished"
"He trapped me inside this body by touching me" Az said desperately.
"Don't be silly Azrael…human's can't see you, talk less of touching" Lucifer chuckled but stopped as he saw Az's glare.
"Why are you bothering me? Go ask the big boss up" He pointed dramatcally above his head.
"I can't" Az sighed.
"And why not" Lucifer stepped closer to him, and Az let out another sigh, even stronger than the previous one. "I am unable to reach out to…." Az said, bowing his head, at which they all exploded into laughter.
"Well, for you are semi-human, go to a church, get on your knees, and pray-with faith as all humans do to commune with our heavenly father." Lucifer said and walked back into the circle of salt. "Maybe you can manage to reach Micheal or gabriel" he added and snapped his finger.
And then he disappeared.
" I told you it'll be pointless asking Lucifer, now back to Plan A" Lilith said and jabbed her dagger at Mordi's chest, Az's fist caught the blow of the attack as the blood tickled down Mordi's shirt.
"Stay away from him" Az snarled at Lilith.
"You're no fun" Lilith said and pulled her dagger out of his arm.
"Remeber you're still semi-human now…", she whispered in Az's ears as she walked past him. "You're no longer Invunerable"
Az placed Mordi on the bed of his room.
His brain still trying figure out how everything played out.
He sat on the ground with candles circling around him.
His mind went back to the accident.
He was signing some papers for some souls he had brought when he suddenly saw the car crash. So, he knew where he was needed and when.
He remembered walking towards the bridge; he saw the car approaching and bashing into the side of the bridge. He saw the both of them die, and the car fell into the water.
But on impact, one of them survived; the thin one. He saw him struggling with the door, trying to save the driver, who was already dead and his soul staring inside the car in horror.
He remembered trying to get the soul at least, but when the man-who he now knows as Mordi-touched him, he went flying back.
And the rest was a blur…now he's trapped inside the body of a dead man who's soul is unaccounted for.
Az stood up in frustration, the candles all snuffing out at the same time.
But one thing he knew for certain…every time he was around Mordi, he could feel the soul…and that had to come in handy.
You're going to hell, me catch a stray would Mordi, Az said to himself, sitting down beside him.
"I must go back to being the supreme being that I am.
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