They walked, two lovers under an illusion. Wei Caihong stole glances at Nikola every so often. Nikola looked the same as he had always looked.
Long flowing brown hair, bright emerald eyes, now downcast. Oh, how Wei Caihong would have wished for them to be this calm all the time.
For him to not have to beg for a smile, to have to steal a kiss.
What did Penemue have that Wei Caihong did not? Wings? Penemue's wings were dark, harbingers of destruction.
Was it the power which made Nikola love the angel? Maybe at the start, Wei Caihong decided. But by now Nikola must be Penemue's equal, perhaps even his superior, when it came to power.
That simply could not be it.
And if power played no role, then what?
The angel had been rumored to have cheated on Nikola more than once. Pallas being the only child resulting of these transgressions, only because for once, Penemue had chosen a woman for a lover.
A slip of a girl, who was…
