🪶FALLEN ANGELS🪶 ✓

Chapter 8 - A Chaotic Mess

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Lucien's Pov:

I woke up earlier than him and stared at his beautiful face. He was still sleeping and his breathing was uneven.

I touched his forehead and pulled my hand back in surprise to find out he ahd fever.

Angels don't get sick. We celestials are immune to diseases.
Now what the hell happened.

I stared at his collar and hastily removed it. Maybe it was blocking his healing powers too?
But even after removing it he was still hot and his wounds did not heal.

Shit did I broke him or what?
I panicked a bit but later realised what may have been happening.

An angel in a demon's lair. Obviously it had effect on them. His powers were not working properly I figured.
I went to the kitchen and pulled out some medicines.

I haven't done healing magic on someone else for ages.
Its turned dark too, hell knows if my magic will work on him.

I took some medicines and went back to the room.
Aiding to his wounds, I applied a special mix of turmeric.

Despite the burning sensation it may give , turmeric paste was one of the best healing ointment.
I slowly hovered my hands over his wounds and let my magic flow into his body and surprisingly his body , which is filled of light magic.

A magic so bright if even a ray of it falls on hell, it can wipe out an entire district, didn't fight back and readily accepted my dark magic for its own healing.

I watched as scars and bruises begin to fade and his pale skin was back to how gorgeous it was.

Despite his short stature and twink like body and face there was something manly about him.

I have never really bothered to see who or what I fucked but goddamn  Adraniel was one fine piece and I , actually got nervous when I touched him to even feel his skin.
I was afraid I'll hurt him even more than I already did.

I stared at him for god knows how long. He was so beautiful, I moved my fingers to touch him and literal sparks ran all throughout my body.

I stared at the healing bruise of the slash on his head and I remembered every time I had abused him.

I can't decipher why I did it but I regret it. I really regret it with all my heart. Why did I beat him?
Cause, cause I felt something because of him?

I felt human emotions because of him and I thought he's a spy or some shit sent from heaven but now as I watch him I can't help but wonder why someone as sweet as him will be assigned a task like this.

Seeing him and being with him from past few days made me realise he was almost like me. I shuddered at the memory.

When I was the first angel of Desire and Pleasure, I was just like him.

Bubbly, defying and troublemaker. What was the angel of he was again?
I have never cared to ask.

I sighed in sadness I continued watching him kneeling beside the bed with his hands in my hand and keeping my head on it.

What have done to me, little angel.
Why is it so hard , almost impossible to ge rid of you.

I want to kill you but that makes me wanna kill myself. I want to get rid of you but it seems so painful that I'll never see you again.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't see him waking up.

I jerked and sat up straight as he yawned and stretched . He slowly felt the surroundings and turned his head towards me.