Misused Mistakes :://Ian//::

[Matthew Alexander Sinclair]

Oh what an amazing invention, alcohol. Something that you could consume that had the ability to temporariliy erase the problems of everyday life. With each sip taken, he could feel any semblance of emotion he had dissapear. What a great thing it was to be able to drink and to erase it all. This was something that Matthew had cherished, for he wished he could forget. There were options available, but nothing he could accept. But he was getting there however. The grief had begun to weigh even heavier when he felt his mother's lifeforce dissapate into nothing. He had not seen her in over 2300 years, he left for his own selfish needs.From the moment he felt Autumn slip away nothing else in his life had seemed to matter in his 20 years these ever changing days she was the one thing that remained ingrained into his memory and his heart. She was the only one for him and from the moment she died, there was nothing to keep him from being utterly broken inside. So he did what felt natural at the time, which he now knew was cowardice and ran away. He fell into a deep depression which he had not surfaced from yet in his 2421 years.

He had become so used to the feeling of loss that he didnt know any other way to live, he went from a being that would help whoever in need to someone who helped those who had lost their loved ones and no one else. That was his only purpose and when he found there was no one to help he drank away his sorrows. This bar being his favorite place to wallow he did so once more. Leaning on the bar, head feeling heavy with days of drink he ordered more then went to a table to sit alone in solitude. Many offers had come his way for company but he politely refused, and sometimes not so politely. He was an angel yes, but not all who had wings were kind. He knew the affect he had on the opposite sex but it would do the ones who offered no favors, for he had lost his heart and his sense of adventure many years ago. There had been times when the offers before him were very tempting, and he had started to go there but then images of his long lost love came to his mind and he could not do anything to dishonor his loves memory. Thinking of what his mother used to say only confirmed that his beliefs were right when it came to being around women. She would say "Try not to break any hearts lad, those eyes of yours should be illegal" This made him smirk. How he missed her. He should have done more to honor her memory instead of running, there was no better mother than she. Lifting the glass to lips he drank once more, drowning his memories.

[Ian]

The bar was relatively populated today, most people moderately coming in and out for a quick drink, or a long round of drinks over a conversation. Many were Brigade trainees, but a lot of the higher ranking members were there too, in their own corner. Civilians also scattered the bar conversing with others. Many of the civilians were refugees from the war that had begun, and Ian had already seen the first ravages of the war. Already, this war proved itself to be potentially the deadliest to date. It was not due to just dragons, or the vampires either: rather, it’s by product creation, the Lich. Ian had been on the battlefield in Badrul, tending to the injured and helping other warriors ascend. However, everything changed when he watched the abomination known as Nergal began to attack the dragons across the battlefield, and suddenly, Ian could feel a terrible sickness in the pit of his stomach, as he watched injured dragons die, only for their souls to become “trapped” in a twisted version of their former bodies. Ian watched in horror as these things began to take the battlefield in numbers from just biting others.

Then, he watched in horror as his former wife, Marina, sacrificed herself to stop the fighting. Since then, Ian simply waited for her to reform in Heaven, however, she had yet to do so. A concerning detail that he was worried about. Matthew, Rena and Micha were too young to fully comprehend the details of death for angels, but the short story was that it was often for not that long. Angels died, but they were energy in their purest form, so they would simply re-assemble in Heaven as if it never happened. Yet, Marina was taking far too long for any single angel to reform. Something was wrong, and while Ian was desperate to put it all together, he had to take one step at a time, and right now, the next step was towards Matthew.

Ian materialized from Heaven immediately as the Tavern door open, entering the bar in his human form and removing his hood upon entry. It did not take him long to find Matthew, as his presence was easy to detect when near. The only problem was speaking to him about what had been happening, and how to go about dealing with the issues at hand. Taking a deep breath, Ian walked towards the bar before sitting beside Matthew in a vacant seat. “You know, I blame myself for you developing a taste for alcohol,” he said to Matthew at last, gaining his attention, “your mother protested when I gave you a thimble full of your first taste of alcohol, and feared you would only go from there. Of course, I joked and said it doesn’t work that way, but it appears I was often wrong to say where your stories lead.”

A small laugh left Ian’s lips and as the bartender asked him his order, Ian simply asked for a glass of ice cold tea instead. “I hope you do not intend to drink too much though, you were always a cranky angel when hungover.” Ian spoke in a casual, nonchalant tone of sarcasm.

[Matthew Alexander Sinclair]

Even in his drunken stupor he could feel the presence of his father enter. It had been many years since the two had seen one another but Matthew could not forget despite his best attempts the presence felt when family was near. His words were casual for someone who had been long gone, Matthew thinking he had passed but alas he did not feel it like when his mother departed the world. So perhaps he had been around and he had been too far gone in his greif to notice such things. He made a comment about his taste for alcohol and how he enjoyed it. This was true, he then said he was cranky when hungover. Which caused him to smirk and turn his head to face his father, lifting the glass to his lips once more.

There was no way that he had come here after all of this time, perhaps he was drunk and imagining it. Looking once more he had realized it was not the case and while he should be happy right now he was angry. Where had his father been? Why hadnt he been there when Matthew needed him most? Then the more he thought he answered his own question. He had been the one to run, been the one to turn away anyone in his life. This separation had been his doing and no one else's. "Hello father long time no see how's the past two millenia been treating you?" his voice dripping with disdain. He was angry, heartbroken and as much as he wanted to no amount of anger or revenge would fix anything. He couldnt help it, this was his nature. His mother often commenting that he had too much additude for an angel.

He then felt an arm wrap around his shoulder to which he lifted it off and shoook his head to the female who was vying for his attention."Sorry darling, find someone else to entertain you" He then drank once more finishing then set his glass down to be refilled. One should feel guilt acting this way in front of a parent but he didnt. He had a knack for that. He was happy to see his father,though he didnt show it just yet his eyebrow quirked when he saw the iced tea passed over to him. "Perhaps you have lost your taste for drink, I'll take your share"

[Ian]

Ian felt he couldn’t blame Matthew for the disdain in his voice. It had been two thousand years since he last saw his son, a massive portion of his life at that. A combination of work, and family grievances split the family up, and Ian was thought dead by Marina, and possibly his son Micha too. Rena was the only one who had been absolutely aware of Ian still being alive and that was mostly because she was raised by Ian when he was not on a mission. Such was the life of a soldier’s daughter. For Matthew though, he hadn’t the faintest clue about his father, and yet as he sat at his son’s side, he treated the surprise with disdain. ”Not the reaction I was expecting, but it is good to see you, Son.” He replied, taking a sip of his cup of tea and sitting it down again. Although he was never a heavy drinker, or even a social drinker at that, he decided to not touch alcohol altogether when he had to leave Marina, Micha and Matthew. Rena was already a handful, and the last thing she needed to learn was to go to a bottle when times were hard.

“I hope you do not make a habit out of it,” he said, “but then again, if memory serves, you were always the more rebellious son.” Matthew had a thing about doing everything his way, but he was loyal. Ian recalled training Matthew when he was younger and the young boy refused to yield, even when defeated in their spars. He would always continue, and never gave. Even now, a glint of that rebellious streak was still in his son’s eye. “Rena is missing.” He spoke again to Matthew, getting to the point at hand. Ian knew that there was a chance that she would come looking for her brothers, but he did not know which she would look for first. It was unfortunate that she had yet to contact Matthew, meaning that she would probably go to look for Micha first.

“She left some time when I went on a mission, and I believe it was to look for you and Micha,” He explained to him, taking a sip from his cup again and setting it back down, “I’d like for you to help me find her, maybe even talk along the way if you wish.”

[Matthew Alexander Sinclair]

When he mentioned that he did not wish for Matthew to make a habit of drinking he started chuckling."Sorry to disappoint you once more father but that ship has sailed, crashed, burned then sank to the depths" His glass was refilled and he gave the barman some payment then slid the glass a little closer to himself. Did his father know why he drank so heavily? Did he know why he suffered so? He was sure he did and wondered why the thought had ever entered his mind. He and his father were close, closer than he had been with anyone and he felt a slight pang of guilt for even thinking that. Oh how the emotions of angels ran deep.

Instead of saying that he had come in search of him he went to the reason he had sought Matt out. His baby sister had gone missing, this sobered him up almost instantly. The thought that something had happened to her, to anyone in his family had been his greatest fear and he had not been there to make sure his sister was safe. Instead here he sat heavy with drink mourning the loss of his great love who had died over two thousand years prior. Was it pathetic? Sometimes he thought so, then he thought of her once more and went back into his heart and found her there. He would continue to wait until the day he passed and saw her again, it seemed it wasn't his time yet.

The heavens had a greater plan for him, what it was he didn't know. He had no idea why they were keeping him around. Perhaps it was to find Rena. He listened as his father told him she left while he was on a mission."Why didn't you bring her with you?" He then said he would like to have Matthew go with him, he pushed his glass away and said he was starting to grow angry not at his father but at himself for not being there for his sister. "Dammit!" he swore under his breath. Matthew was an impulsive one, and it was taking every single ounce of patience he had not to rip this place apart in anger.

[Ian]

“Do you truly believe that, or is that what you just wish to believe for now?” Ian asked rhetorically, hoping at least that some of his words will reach Matthew on a subconscious level. However, he was not here to talk to his son after two millennia about his abrupt drinking habits, or his sour disposition with his father. Regardless of how he may have felt, Ian knew that Matthew cared about Rena. It showed in his movements, and his composure. This was not just a matter of father and son issues, but rather the well being of family. Of all of his children, it was Matthew that was the first to fight to protect a sibling. If one was lost, he would find them, and if they were in danger, then his ferocity in battle could turn even Michael’s brow.

Reaching out, Ian placed his hand gently on Matthew’s shoulder, catching his glass with the other hand, reflexively. “Peace, son.” Ian urged softly, “Not here. We need to just take a step out and find her. Separately, we’re less likely to locate her, but together, we can better pinpoint her location, but for us to do so, you need to remain calm. Remember what I said: It’s okay to feel angry, but don’t let the anger master you. It is the path of the Morning Star.” He heard enough on Lucifer to know that his fury and his might had been terrifying in the First War of the Angels. Often, when Ian sought revelation from his superiors, he often received vision of Lucifer rising again. Although, for what reason, was beyond him, but he could not outright tell his children that the Adversary could rise soon. Not even they, with all of their angelic grace, could comprehend the power and might of the First Angel. God’s most favored and beloved angel of all, who was so great and beautiful in grace and power, that many saw him, like Michael, as another vessel for God. However, when he fell, many of the elder angels that saw spoke only of sheer terror and sorrow. Ian held his children as his most favored and beloved people in all of Creation, and although Ian could never understand what the Creator felt to cast out his most beloved and favored angel, he could not bear the idea of losing his children to such evil.

“We’ll find her. We’ll go together and we’ll find her.” he said to Matthew, “If she hasn’t found you yet, then he only other option would be to find Micha. We’ll need to find him, and see if she has found her first.” Ian recommended, hoping his son would agree on the situation at the moment. It was the only other place she could have went, and if anything, Micha could assist in the search.