A Deal With the Devil

Chapter 46

Hey y'all I know I keep leaving you guys in suspense but hopefully I'll be able to post more chapters now that I'm on break. Thank you all so much for your patience, it really means alot to me. I hope you guys are doing well and just know that I'm proud of y'all for pushing through because I know we all face problems, we're all trying our best and I'm just proud of you. So as always, I hope y'all enjoy.

Ravanna's POV

For the next couple days Kassandra would wake for only a few moments then fall back asleep.

I had been taking a washcloth to the areas that needed cleaning, wiping away the copious amounts of blood, wiping away the dirt. Carefully changing the clothes that barely held her decency. This part was difficult, for I did not want to accidently gaze upon her without her permission.

Hopefully she would be understanding.

Her body was healing at a terribly slow pace but were she to heal on Earth she would not have survived.

It was agonizing to see her like this, her face full of discoloration. Full of fading yellows, harsh purples and dull blues. She still needed the ventilation machine in order to help her breathe.

Her body full of stab wounds that have hardly even healed. Stitches sewn onto the deepest of cuts and patches of gauze scattered about her body in order to staunch any bleeding.

I reach out my hand and softly graze the mere edge of her cheek. I did not want to cause her more pain than she was already in.

"Ravanna," I startled. I quickly take my hand back and turn towards the door.

Looking to see who had called me, I find Lucifer walking towards me. His cloak swaying with each of his steps.

As he walks he peers around me to look at Kassandra and his gaze softens. He slows when he reaches us and puts his hand on the edge of her bed, too scared to actually touch.

We are both silent for a moment before he speaks, "I know that we've discussed this before but I need more information to understand what happened."

This again? "I told you what occurred, word for word," I said slowly.

I turned my eyes back towards my dear Kassie while I could just hear Lucifer sigh.

"I know, just .... indulge me please."

I close my eyes and lean forward, my hands finding Kassandra's.

I hesitate, gathering my thoughts before I tell him what had taken place once again.

"After we left the school, Lust had driven us to the chapel and when we got there, Sloth and Wrath had begun spreading black salt-"

Lucifer cut me off, "This I know Ravanna, I want to know the way in which Kassandra was affected after her psychological battle with the angel."

My eyes snapped open and flew to meet his gaze, "I do not wish to speak of it."

"I know child," he said softly, "but this is important, I need to know what she did."

I stayed quiet as I remembered Kassandra's horrifying stature, the malicious intent in her eyes as well as the merciless way that she tore through those angels - one by one.

"I also need to know how she was able to heal you Ravanna, not only once but twice. You were wounded, stabbed, but your body holds no scarring tissue. You say Kassandra was able to heal you, how?"

The chairs screeches against the floor as it pushes away from the bed when I stand up, "I know not Lucifer! Is it not in your regard that if I knew how she accomplished such a task she would not be here lying in this bed!?"

Lucifer seemed astonished by my outburst and nothing could be heard but my heavy breathing. My insides feel as if they are about to burst and I just want to keep screaming. 

I ache everywhere.

Everything inside me aches, my soul feels as if its about to break.

I feel like I am dying each and every day.

I just want her to wake up.

I need her to wake up.

"I need her to wake up," I sob.

"I cannot- I do not want to be without her, I crave for her coherent presence. I wish for her to wake."

It becomes hard to breathe, the air I gasped for was hardly enough.

My lungs were refusing the air that my body was trying to bring to them.

I turn away from Lucifer and look at my love again.

I had always prided myself on control. Years of battle and training have taught a strict discipline of my body and its actions. It was a necessity turned to instinct, almost a comfort at times.

But that control is faltering.

I can feel it in the way that my hands won't stop fidgeting, the way anxious energy churns through my body.

I can still feel the phantom warm stickiness of Kassandra's blood. Lilith had sat me down and cleaned the blood off my skin, but the feeling had lingered. Or maybe it wasn't the feel of blood that lingered, maybe it was the guilt of losing track of my surroundings which led to Kassandra being hurt. Her broken body is all my mind can focus on and I can take it no longer, my legs give out and I fall to my knees. My arms are clenching at my stomach and it's all I can do because I can no longer contain the sob that rips itself through even the smallest inches of my body.

Kassandra is not suppose to be still, I hate it. She is supposed to be full of light and the warmest of smiles.

I feel hands on my back but it feels revolting, unclean, because I want no ones touch but Kassandra.

I lash out, unseeing of those around me.

I wish not to be touched.

As much as I fight back there are more hands that grab me, I continue to fight, pushing and clawing at anything that dares get near me.

I can hardly breathe, my eyes refuse to focus, and my ears hear nothing but muffled yelling.

I can only feel my body give out and the little light that I can see, begin to fade.