The Exiled Angel

CHAPTER 2

DEVIAN

I parted my lips and spoke her name again. Her lids fluttered open slowly. It was worrying. Perhaps the woman's condition too, but I was worried about myself more. Why was I concerned about this human? She meant nothing to me. But there was something about her. Not her looks, though I wouldn't deny that she was quite attractive, her features appealing but rather something about her glow. It was familiar, vaguely recognizable. Again, and again, ever since the first encounter, I had this inexplicable sensation that I knew her, which couldn't quite be possible. When her lids fluttered, I spoke again.

"Sephanie, can you hear me?"

Discourteous of me to call a stranger woman by her first name. But then, it didn't feel strange on my tongue, it slipped off easily. Like I'd said this word many times. It didn't sound strange in my voice. It was pleasing. Almost luscious as it passed my lips. Carefully, I leaned in towards to her face and closed my eyes, tipping my head closer. I wondered if she was thinking that I was about to kiss her. I wouldn't mind doing so, though. I gave myself a rough mental shake and started murmuring the recitation, calling upon God, then convening my seraph potential. My aura palpitated with the oncoming energy which might or might not leave me drained afterwards. I opened my eyes and inclined my parted lips nearer to hers and, with one hand on her chin, I separated her lips, revealing a tantalizingly small space between them. Then, I breathed into her mouth. A myriad of brilliant azure sparks drifted from my mouth to hers.