The Devil's Angel

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱

"I want to ki__ you."
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Aurora Vega

I followed Diavolo down the halls to his room like he wanted. The room was very dark, it suited his aesthetic. There was very little other colours then greys, blacks, and the occasional white. Very minimalistic, but nice.

Curtains covered the big windows allowing wet little light through, the bed covers were black with a hint of grey. A chandelier hung in the middle of the room over the bed. He had a fire place and and desk that had various papers on them. He also had some clothes scattered on the foot that I'm sure the maids will clean up. Because rich people, duhe.

His night table consisted of bullets, handguns, a few pieces of jewelry and some pill bottles.

Diavolo graced my arm pulling me into his bathroom. He then pointed to the sink counter. "Sit," I walked over and sat.

Diavolo had a crease in his eyebrows from anger as he stared at the blood I could feel run down my chin and drip onto my clothes. He then said something I didn't think he would say. "Are you okay?" He questioned me after calming down slightly. I nodded in response because it hurt to move my mouth with a busted lip.

I'm confused right now, does he care or does he just feel the need to ask me that.

Diavolo began searching through drawers aggressively till he found what he was looking for. "Why do you want people to call you by your assassin name?" He pulled out a first aid kit and sat it on the counter beside me. His green eyes looked deeply at me. "Because .... I'm going to need to stitch your lip up."

I took a minute to examine him well he got what he needed out. A little piece of dark brownish hair fell on his forehead, his green eyes were even more beautiful up close.

"Because why, you're killing me with your mysteriousness. What's your real name?" He looks up at me after placing a cloth, antiseptic liquid, and a needle on the counter. "I can kill you for real?" He stated. "Jerk," I mumbled.

"Can you even stitch?" I asked in pain. "Yes, I learned when I was seven. My mother thought it would be good for me since I always needed stitches and didn't always have time to get someone else to do it, so I learned by myself." I nodded in understanding.

Diavolo frowned his eyebrows as he threaded the needle after he drenched it in alcohol. "Is there numbing stuff?" I squealed worriedly.

The alcohol and needle aren't a nice combination for my lip.

He looked up into my eyes with a teasing grin. "No, you'll die." My face suddenly dropped. "Don't joke about that, your scaring me even more than I already am." I pouted and crossed my arms over my chest.

"I lied, I've actually never done this, I'll probably put the needle through your lip." He started laughing. I looked at him with murder in my eyes. "Not funny." I poked his shoulder.

His laughter started to die down then, I noticed that I was smiling at the sound of him laughing. "You know, for a nurse who sees god knows what, you're a little scaredy-cat when it comes to yourself." I gave him a blank expression. "You could just fuck up my lip, and I'll have you know that I don't need anymore injuries in my life time." He rolled his eyes and went back to what he was doing. "Plus I needed my lips for kissing. There important." He looked up at me with hooded eyes that made my confidence sky rocket down. Why was he looking at me like he was about to eat me. He cleared his through and answer my previous rambling, "I won't, I promise, I've done this a million times." I sighed.