『False God』
BL (male/male) Angel #Believer #Medieval #Noble #Older #Body Size Difference #White Hair #Hypocrisy #Deception #Healing #Imprisonment #White Robe #House Arrest #Devil-Angel #Naive and Sweet Elian started praying when he was twelve. He knelt by his bed, head bowed, fingers twisting the hem of his clothes. His body was different from others, and he didn't dare tell anyone. He begged God to make him normal. He didn't know whether God could hear him; all he could do was beg. He begged for seven years. Mim heard him. He was an angel, a thousand years old. He sat on the church's crossbeam, swinging his legs, wings hanging down. No one could see him. He heard Elian's voice. The boy's voice was very small, trembling. He listened for seven years and never went down. He didn't know why he didn't go down. He was afraid. He was afraid that if he went down, he wouldn't want to come back up. He couldn't hold back anymore. He went down. He appeared in Elian's room. Elian was kneeling by his bed. The moment he turned around and saw him, his eyes turned red. "Can you help me?" Elian asked. "Yes." Elian cried. He had waited seven years for that word. Mim watched him cry without wiping his tears. He took him to his own dwelling, told him to take off his coat and change into a white robe. "I'll help you," Mim said. "How?" "Just do what I tell you."
I'm not your dear angel…