{ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫}

Most Important Meal

"Dainion, huh?" Axxel repeated quietly.

"Yes," Dainion confirmed.

"So, uh, you're not gonna kill me or anything, right?"

"I don't think I can," Dainion answered, motioning to the shared wound on both of their arms.

Axxel hummed. He tried to stand up but fell back down, wincing in pain. Dainion stood up, did his best to ignore the the pain as he did so. He extended his hand out to Axxel, who cautiously took it. He pulled him up to his feet. He held on to his hand a bit longer than necessary, staring intensely at the human before him. He was a good bit taller than Axxel, who stood around six feet two inches tall. Axxel could spot a small scar going across the bridge of his nose. His eyes wandered from Axxel's face down to his arm, still dripping with blood. He retracted his hand, wiping it off awkwardly on his blazer as he averted his gaze.

"I—" he cleared his throat. "—I apologize for the injuries."

"It's, cool, I guess," Axxel said with uncertainty. "Hurts like hell though. So, you can't hurt me without hurting yourself, huh?"

"That appears to be the case," Dainion said thoughtfully.

"Is that normal for you?" He inquired.

"Not that I can recall.. I don't really interact with your kind all that much though."

"Yeah, well I don't really interact with your kind much either," Axxel paused. "At least, not until recently."

"What do you mean?" Dainion cocked a brow.

Axxel was a about to speak, but was interrupted by another sharp pain shooting through his back.

"Can we maybe finish this conversation after I do something with these cuts?"

Dainion nodded in agreement.

Never in his twenty-five years of living did he think he'd be sitting in front of a demon, much less getting his injuries—which were caused by said demon—treated by one. Dainion helped clean the wounds on his arm and back, as well as bandage them. Axxel's early life was anything but normal, filled with unfortunate event after unfortunate event, but this was a whole 'nother kind of crazy, the kind that you'd only expect to see in your dreams. He wasn't a skeptic by any means, he had always believed in the paranormal, but not like this.

Axxel awkwardly sat down on the couch, watching as Dainion fiddled with a liquid motion toy as he sat on the arm chair beside the couch. His tail wagged slowly back and forth behind him. His pin-prick pupils, much like a the eyes of a cat, were dilated. Axxel picked at the chipped black polish on his nails.

"So, is there a way to send you back to where you came from?" Axxel questioned.

Dainion paused and looked up from the toy. "If I knew the answer to that, don't you think I'd have done it already?"

"Touché. Where did you come from anyway?"

"I'm from here. I've been here for as long as I can remember."

"Are places like heaven and hell real?" Axxel asked suddenly.

"Hell is, but it's not exactly like you humans depict it. I have heard it is quite unpleasant there. As for heaven, if it is, I've never seen it."

Axxel looked across the room to where he heard a small meow. Dainion's pointy, elf-like ears twitched, eyes snapping towards the sound as well. Nightfang stood at the end of the stairs, blue eyes wide as his eyes flickered back and forth between Axxel and Dainion. Dainion's tail suddenly stilled, pointing straight up. Night fang happily trotted across the living room to greet Axxel, an action Dainion didn't seem to appreciate much. He practically jumped onto the arm of the chair, dropping the toy in his hand. Axxel could see the fear in his eyes as he shot a glance back at the human.