Devils Den

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"We should go back. The others are probably curious of our conversation." Emrys spoke up when I hadn't said anything.

"But that's the thing. When I was at the other house, flowers were growing. They were growing! Jude and Nathaniel told me they never grow. My presence made them grow." I explained, ignoring what he said about going back.

"I don't know what to tell you besides that they were right." He inquired looking at me with a face I couldn't read. "It's your prophecy."

"So the prophecy is about me because my presence grew flowers?!" I looked at him crazily, baffled. "Wouldn't it be because I'm an angel? A divine being?" I rubbed my face, nervously, hoping I was right.

"It could be, however, most likely not." He sighed, letting me process what he was saying.

I shook my head, clearing those thoughts. "Aren't you scared?" I stopped pacing and looked his way.

"Scared of what?" He looked at me confused.

"That you might get taken away because I'm here." I disclosed. "Ren and Nathaniel were taken because of me, you already know that. You're risking all of your safety by letting me stay." I closed my eyes, frowning. "You shouldn't have let me in."

"Okay, first of all, I'm not scared we'll be taken, we can take care of ourselves. Second, we're never safe, this is hell we're in. And third, I would have let you all in anyways. Jude may not admit it but we're good friends, we'll always help each other whenever we can." Emrys assured, shrugging, and stood up. "Do you plan on telling the others about our conversation?" He stepped towards me.

"I plan to, yes, but I am afraid," I answered. "Jude knows what I am, but the others don't. And when they do, I know they'll hate me. They'll blame me for Ren and Nathaniel's disappearance, and yes, I know I am to blame. However, I don't want them to hate me." I explained, sadly.

"I wouldn't say it's entirely your fault. The guardians sent you down here knowing what would happen to us. They couldn't care any less what happens as long as the prophecy is true." Emrys assured again. "In other words, it's quarter your fault." 

"Quarter?" I repeated confused. "Wouldn't it be half my fault then?"

"Technically, no. Remember I can read thoughts, I mean, I didn't mean to read yours but Jude faults himself too. I might have to agree with him, he knew you're an angel, yet he let you stay. So technically, he's the other quarter to your half. The guardians are more at fault than any of you." he explained.

"I suppose your right." I agreed. Emrys smiled at what I said and tugged his collar up, cocky.

"Tell Malcolm and Felix as much as you want. If they hate you then that's their problem." Emrys said, still smiling from my comment.

"Wow, thanks." I deadpanned and pressed my lips into a line.

"I didn't say I was going to give you advice. I'm just stating what I think," He chuckled. "but if you do tell them, and they are angry. I'll try my best in explaining your part." he assured.

"You don't have to, but thanks." I smiled as he began to walk to the door. "Wait!" I stopped him before he was about to open it. "Women have been sent here before." My eyes widen when I realized, the first memory I had regained was a woman that had been sent to hell herself, the Angels and the guardians thinking she was the one in the prophecy.

"What?" Emrys turned back around. "How would you know that?"

"The guardian that sent me here was one of them, she explained my task to me.–

"They'll kill you or most likely send you to the depths of hell themselves."  – That's what she told me if I failed and I asked her how she knew, her response?–

"Because it almost happened to me."  – I'm not the first," I explained, rethinking the memory over and over in my head.

"If what you're saying is true," Emrys watched me intensely, "surely Satan would've taken precautions then." his eyes traveled to mine in disbelief.

"Read my mind then, watch the memory, I don't know how else to prove it's real but I'm telling you the truth." I breathed out heavily.

"I don't need to watch the memory," He paused. "I believe you. There's no reason for you to lie about this." his eyes suddenly narrowed, suspiciously. "Unless there is."

"What? No." I looked at him weirdly. "Why would they send me here if they knew Satan would take and torture you–" I paused. "devils...?!" I asked panickily yet confused if I should call them devils.

Yes, I know they are devils, but is it an insult if I call them that to their face? Luckily Emrys didn't comment on it.

"Again, they don't care about us. However, not all prophecies are true." Emrys assured. "Most are just predictions. Depending on the choices you make, some will lead you to your prophecy, others would lead you elsewhere. So, you don't need to worry. Unless you've done something that you think is leading you there." Emrys assured.

"I don't even know what the prophecy is. How could I know which of my choices are leading me to it?" I looked at him scared.

What is this prophecy of mine?

"Well, they couldn't tell you, that would defeat the whole purpose in hiding it." He stated, obviously, leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

"I know that," I said, sighing. "The Angels and guardians, I wonder what's so important in the prophecy that they want it to come true," I pondered out loud.

"I believe the Angels and guardians didn't want it to come true at first, that's why they made all males avoid you. However, now? I'm not sure. I haven't been in heaven for the longest. For all I know, more prophecies could have been made connecting to yours." Emrys shrugged apologetically.

"That could happen?" My mouth opened in shock.

"Well, yes." He looked at me like I was weird. "We learned this at a young age. All prophecies have more than one ending and again, depending on the choices you make, it will lead you to a certain one," he explained.

"I suppose so, I must have forgotten." I agreed. We stayed standing in silence. "Do you think my prophecy ends with me dying?" I asked, clenching my jaw to keep my emotions in check.

"I won't lie to you." Emrys started softly. "Most prophecies end with death." he saw my panic and quickly corrected himself. "Now, now, not specifically your death! But the death of many, although it can be yours..." he pursed his lips into a straight line when he realized he wasn't helping the situation.

"Why do they keep sending us down here if they know we can get caught and die by the hands of Satan himself?" My eyes watered at the thought.

I don't want to die, I don't want any of them too.

"Something must have changed. And before you ask, yes prophecies can change, I already said this." Emrys said suddenly. "The beginning and the climax of a prophecy stays the same, the only thing that can change is its ending. Well, at least I think, I've never heard of a prophecy that entirely changed," he informed. 

"Why do you think something must have changed?" I questioned.

"I don't know," Emrys gulped nervously. "You see when I got here, I told Satan everything I knew about heaven. In order to live, I had to. I told him about the people, what we did, our roles, our groups, prophecies I knew, and," Emrys looked down, avoiding my eyes as if he betrayed me. "you."

"Me?" I repeated. Why would he need to tell Satan about me?

"I told him how men weren't allowed near you, how you were always a curious case to us," Emrys explained. "He didn't seem to care. Unless," he looked up to me concerningly. "Satan knows you're here right now and he's letting you roam in hell. He must have put two and two together." his eyes widen in realization. "He's playing out your prophecy."

A/N:

I've decided to just start leaving the chapters long, meaning I'll start updating once instead of twice every two to four days! Some chapters may be shorter than others, depending on if I'm busy or not. :) 

~Author <3