The Way You Broke Me /on hold

When we said 'Yes'/un edited

~Alexandria~

*10 years ago*

I was sitting on the floor in pain because of the wound on my leg. The pain was fucking unbearable but I tried not to cause a scene. I cursed everyone for my bad luck and tried standing up, but with no success.

 Dead bodies were surrounding me, that wasn't my first time seeing this view but I guess I never got used to it as many others did.

My parents were nowhere to be seen but I knew for a fact my mother was freaking the fuck out. I was supposed to stay with them and kill only two people, instead, I killed 17 and lost my parents in 6 minutes.

I was annoyed. Very, very annoyed. I tried again to stand up since ore people will probably come here so I had to stand up and somehow find a way to hold my leg in one piece. 

All of this shit was caused by my brother. We made a bet and he fucking lost so he decided to leave me here alone. Amazing.

I laid down in hopes of calming down my breath, my leg was getting numb and my head was spinning. Shit, shit shit, this is not good.

"Are you okay?" I heard a male voice say. Shit, I need to hide.

But they saw you dumb ass

Ah fuck

I looked around the room and saw a boy around my age standing in the doorway. What the fuck? He slowly started walking towards me so I reached for my knife. 

This thing was new, it was black and gold with my initials carved into it as well as 'You deserved what you got motherfucker" written on the blade.

I threw the knife at the boy almost cutting off his ear but he dodged it.

"Im not here to kill you" I scoffed and reached for another knife.

"How the hell do I know you are not with the Russians?" I threw that knife at him, now aiming for the heart but he dodged that one too.

He was now very close to me, but I couldn't quite see his face since my vision was blurry and small black dots were now also visible.

"Because they are my goddamn fucking enemy" he snarled with venom in his voice. I knew he was telling the truth now.

His head was now over my body and his hands were trying to somehow not let me lose much blood. He was concentrated to say the very least I could hear it by the way he was breathing. 

I was slowly trying to take out another knife but I was too weak.

"What's your name?" he asked me. I filled my lungs with air but it seemed much heavier than it was before. I used the very least of my left energy to tell him.

"El ángel de la Muerte" he gasped, my vision got worse and worse, black dots now all I see before I pass out"

*7 years ago*

"you were so goddamn dramatic" Lucifer laughed and I did with him "El ángel de la Muerte* he imitated me, and I laughed, even more, making it hard to breathe.

"You fucking gasped," I said while wiping my tears away. And lucifer started crying even more.

After thirty long minutes of painful laughing and mocking each other we hugging each other and looking at the sunset and swinging our feet over the water. 

That was the best day of my life, that was the day I met my best friend.

"im happy I got cut open," I say nonchalantly and look up at Lucifer who was already looking at me. He smiles and hugs me tighter.