The stars lean down to kiss you
And I lay awake and miss you...
Her tears fell, mixing in with the rain that was already falling onto the cobble-stones.
"Y-You can't! She's my baby! My last will to live!" The woman cried, gazing up at the men with pleading eyes. Doe eyes, you could say. Eyes that could captivate you for hours upon hours.
"Ma'am, we don't know how to explain this to you any simpler than we already have." One of the men reiterated for what seemed like the billionth time that night. He was starting to lose his patience; this was supposed to be quick. They were supposed to be out of here more than an hour ago. Yet, no...they were still dealing with this bawling mortal, in a dirtied alleyway.
"B-But...why does he suddenly contact me now?!" The woman wailed, waving her arms around dramatically. "After all these months of hardship, he has the nerve to contact me? To ask for my little princess, nonetheless!"
It was all the act, and the men knew that. Their leader left her because she was clingy, self-centered and didn't have her priorities straight. Then he found out she was pregnant, with his child.
That changed everything, to all of them. She wasn't supposed to matter; she was just to be used to give him the thrill of 'loving' a mortal.
"Misty, it's either you give us the child or we shall take her by force." The other man warned her, his eyes shining with murderous contempt. This...this vermin was considered a human being? At this rate, Kronos could be a human.
"Dear gods, woman, don't you understand?! Greater forces are at work here!" The men finally cracked; their true, godly forms burst out of the seams, causing the woman to gasp out in pain. Their true forms' light glared down on her, the heat of their anger causing her skin to burn.
"Give us the child!" The taller one's light brightened considerably, the beams of silvery-white light bounced off the walls.
"I-I...FINE! Take the useless girl!" The bundle of cloth was thrown across the alley, and the heavy-set man was barely able to catch the baby. "I don't want her!"
"Yes, that's right." The younger-looking man mused, his eyes glinting with resentment. "You intended on selling her body out to people, didn't you Misty? You intended on tainting her."
"You have no proof-"
"Well, that's what the oracle said. The oracle's always right, Misty, m'dear. Always. Let's go, Adrian."
Adrian, now cradling the soft wad of blankets holding the baby girl, nodded absentmindedly. He was amazed by the sheer...beauty this young one held in her face alone. Her father was a lucky man, indeed.
With those last words hanging in the air, the men flapped their magnificent wings and soared back into the heavens, leaving the woman, Misty, to pick herself up and walk back into the pub, her daughter already forgotten.
...Don't you dare look out your window
The shadows are prowling now...
Darling don't be afraid, your flying home tonight.