Mathias' POV
The door handle twitched but didn't move against the lock, the blockade was ill received. There was a thud and eruption of expletives, followed by the clamour of keys before the lock finally clunked open.
I wasn't sure what I was expecting to see as I stood mere feet from the door, my own key extended to unlock the door, but it certainly wasn't what actually greeted me.
Damion stood white faced and whited knuckled beside a frantic Nina.
In his right hand was a large brown leather suitcase that looked full and heavy, yet he showed no sign of its weight. When he placed it down it made a resounding thud, providing proof of just how heavy it was, then he turned to Nina, as though he might speak to her.
"Get out." Nina's voice was quiet and yet strong, steady yet somehow broken. Damion made no move to leave. "Get! Out!"
Damion raised his hands in surrender and backed away.
"Don't leave her on her own, Wings, she's not in good shape." With that he turned tail and left.
Nina's eyes were sunken and heavy bags lay beneath them. She looked off colour and fragile, exhausted beyond description, and... terrified.
"Why did they have to come back here? I was finally starting to live an actual life, the hidden world stayed away because they knew I was here, but then they came back. He came back. Why?"
The shade of her eyes flickered between the normal deep dark blue to the paler icy blue of Dahlia.
"I think you should take a breath Nina, you can fight this." I kept my distance but tried to keep contact with her flickering eyes. She didn't want to look at me.
"And you?! You left me! You ran away when things got rough! Abandoned me for your own selfish gain! What did he ask of you?! What ridiculous claim have you given the Archangel over your life?!" She began to rant, turning all her confusion into anger, redirecting everything from Rogan, to me. I raised my own hands in surrender, much like Damion had, listened in silence as those eyes finally snapped to the colour of frozen water.
Dahlia.
"She sees the monster Micheal became, fears for your safety and wellbeing. Why? Why would a mere mortal care for your eternal soul?"
"Dahlia." I had no other words to offer. I had known this angel, loved her as many others had, but she was a warrior, she did not care for such things as love.
"You would have her get rid of me, to live out a human life? And you'd be happy to watch her grow old and die?"
"Dahlia!" My voice took on a tone of warning, this was not the time. I took a steadying breath. "Give her back."
Her lips thinned into a sinister smirk.
"Very well, lacky, but you'll find nothing. Your precious little Nina was right, the only known information on me in history is currently ashes in your living room. Now is your chance to come clean about what you promised the dear Archangel. I promise not to tell." Her voice was strangely sultry as she advanced towards me. It was odd to think that the angel currently controlling my longest standing friend, had once been a lover, and even stranger still that she was using my friend's body in the way she had once used her own against me. She moved 'her' hips in a sly swaying motion and relaxed her shoulders. "Mathias, darling, forget your futile efforts, lets go back to what we were. I can overpower this mortal's mind and body permanently if I so wish."
"Dahlia!" She stopped dead in her tracks and straightened up. "Give. Her. Back. You do not have all the answers, you do not know all of history. Let her search or give her the answers you do have."
