Mercy: Noah Sebastian x Fallen Angel! OFC x Lucifer!Andy Biersack[AU]

Chapter Four

LETHIA

I sat in the middle of Noah's bed with my knees pulled to my chest and rested my chin on top of them. My mind continued to replay the conversation with Maraxa and her parting words had been etched deep within my soul. I feared that maybe I brought darkness and death to not only Noah but all of his friends' lives. They were innocent bystanders in the battle for my alliance. Stay on this Earth with mortals or fall into the depths of Hell with the light bringer.

Lucifer. He wanted me alongside him to lead his army of darkness. Against what? I wasn't sure. But the love we shared wasn't what it used to be and my heart didn't covet for him any longer. Not when there was someone else who seemed to have filtered into this newfound life without warning.

Those almond eyes captivated me from the moment I had Noah pinned against the door. His scent was different from most mortals and for the longest time, I couldn't figure out why. The way we always seemed to run into each other or that anytime I dream walked, it was his dream.

Why was it Noah's face I saw moments before my fall?

Why did we have the same tattoo? His on his neck, mine on my ribs?

None of this made any sense and it only angered me more as to why I was stuck here.

As I was staring at the length of my black nails, there was a gentle knock on the door of the bedroom; me humming in response to it. When it opened slightly, Noah poked his head in, the long strands of his hair falling into his face.

"Hey," his voice was gentle. "I'm just checking to see if you're settling in fine."

"Yes," I nodded. "I'm sorry for having Maraxa show up here. I assure you, it won't happen again."

You don't know that.

Noah leaned against the wall next to the door, crossing his arms over his chest. "It's alright. Is she an old friend?"

I scoffed while laying my legs straight on the bed to lean my back against the wall.

"She is far from a friend. More like an acquaintance that always wanted my position."

If he could hear the venom in my voice, Noah said nothing and simply nodded.

"Are you hungry?" He asked instead.

"I'm fine, thank you," I ran a hand over the black comforter. "I must say, I do feel terrible making you sleep on the couch when your bed is quite comfortable."

"Seriously?" Noah chuckled while walking farther into the room to sit on the bed next to me. "I've had this mattress for years and it's anything but comfortable."

An eerie silence fell between us, something that made me shift in my spot next to him when the warmth from him radiated around me in flames. I could feel his essence all over my skin while not feeling his actual touch. Bumps rose at the back of my neck when I felt his gaze linger there, lighting me a blaze.

My eyes caught sight of something hanging from above his window so I pointed to it.

"Are you religious? The rosary?"

Noah peered up at the wooden necklace hanging from his curtain rod. "Oh, that. It's kind of a long story."

Crossing my legs, I rested my elbow on my thigh to rest my chin in my hand. "And I have time. I'd love to know your view on it."

With a tender laugh, he nodded before turning toward me so we sat facing each other. "Well, I was raised in a very Christian Baptist household with my grandparents; when I wasn't staying with my mom. That's another story but it's not important."