For The Forever Lost Souls

The Aftermath

A soft light shone through the curtains. The light landed on Athy's face, causing her to stir awake. She groaned and blinked her eyes open.

"Athy!"

Athy turned to see who had called her name. She saw Ambrose sitting beside her bed with Azrael seated beside him. 'Ah. Azrael-oppa and Ambrose-oppa.'

"I'm glad you're awake. Here, have some water." Azrael said while handing Athy a cup of water.

Athy nodded, sat up, and accepted the water. She brought the cup to her lips and took a sip. She had some questions for the twins, so she held the cup in her lap and asked, "What happened, Azrael-oppa? I only know that you saved me from the water."

"Ah. That..." Azrael trailed off and turned to Ambrose, silently urging him to explain. *You tell her! *

*No! She asked YOU to tell her! *

*Ugh, fine! * Azrael turned back to face Athy, and with an awkward smile, he began... "After we rescued you from the water..." Azrael looked away from Athy's curious gaze.

"That bas- I mean Claude- had said some rather... unpleasant things, and I didn't want you to hear them, so I, um... made you sleep with my magic." Azrael stared at the wall, breaking out in a slight sweat, while Ambrose giggled in his chair like the demonic child he is.

Athy glanced at Ambrose, clearly curious about his giggling. Ambrose wore a devilish smile as he faced Athy. She could have sworn she saw demon horns on Ambrose's head.

"I think you forgot to mention that you told him right to his face not to bother us again." Ambrose snickered and looked at his brother. "You said it quite clearly, too. I haven't seen you so angry in so long." Each word from Ambrose had a teasing tone, and Athy felt as if large stone slabs were being dropped on her head.

"You what!" Athy screamed at Azrael, shocked. How in the world did he have the coura- wait, never mind. I forgot he was stronger than Claude. Athy deadpanned.

"So, what happened with Claude?" Athy asked, tilting her head slightly. She had planned to ask this question first but realised she didn't know what happened, so she saved it for later.

"Well... his knight has called for us three times now," Azrael answered, recounting what happened after they left him by the lake.

"The first was the morning after the day we left him by the lake." Ambrose answered for Azrael.

'What.' Athy stared at the twins with a straight face. 'You know what. I'm not even surprised.'

"The second was in the afternoon that same day," Azrael added.

"And the third was yesterday morning," Ambrose finished.

"Wait, yesterday morning? How long have I been asleep?" Athy asked.

"Umm... when I put you to sleep with my magic, I was a bit, angry, so I used a little more magic than necessary... You've been asleep for about two days now." Azrael looked away, finding the wall suddenly very interesting.

"Seriously, Azrael-oppa?" Athy said, her tone playful. She lifted her hand to cover her growing smile. "To think that you, of all people, would make a mistake handling magic."

After that comment, Ambrose could be heard giggling to himself in the back. He turned his head turned away from his twin and covered his mouth with his hand in an attempt to stifle his laughter.

Azrael's face was blank, but the tips of his ears turning red. A dead giveaway of his embarrassment. "It won't happen again," Azrael said in a stern tone. However, the flushed ears just made him look endearing despite his seriousness.