Angels failed mission ★

Chapter Five: Burn marks

(Anahera’s pov)

I suppose the room he sat me in was the lounge. I didn’t see any perls like the keeper instructed…I observed the room looking at the attire that waited for me. It looked like the things we had in our land; it was beautiful and crafted with soft materials. It had a long skirt with lines going up until the top. I tried to stand only for my legs to tingle with numbness and my body to ache with pain. 

I inhaled, sitting back in my seat and spreading my wings. Slowly, I placed them with the sharp horns on the floor using it as support. I got up with ease this time using them as crunches to walk to the clothes. I thought for a moment mapping out the house as best as I could with the little information I saw. Where is the dungeon…or the place where they keep captured angels? I slipped off the uncomfortable skirt and placed it on the counter, folding the material nicely before slipping the soft and cream textured skirt that Asmodeus servant planned out for me on. It was way more comfortable and fitting, unlike the clothes they had the other passengers shipped in.

I did the same to my top, trying to fit it under my wings. It didn’t work. I didn't know how they got it on. I looked around the room, then back at my hands. I used my index finger to light a small flame in my hand and burn through the thin material with ease. Pinching my finger with my thumb, the flame disappeared, and so did my top. I wasn’t worried about it as much and couldn’t find it when I looked for it. So, I placed my focus on the top that waited to be put on. I loosened the straps, slipping it over my head and fitting them on my wings slowly. I pulled the top straps tightening it so it would fit better on my body. 

I left the skirt on the counter, looking at the door that led to the lounge. Where was Leuviah, and was she okay? I knocked on the door before turning the knob letting the warm atmosphere comfort my body. This place…He wasn’t as bad as I thought he would be. Maybe it was because we were within the walls of his palace, or maybe it was just how people described it. I wasn’t completely sure how I would want to describe the atmosphere…how I wanted to describe him. 

“Asmodeus" He turned his attention towards me, listening to his name being called from my lips. He almost smiled when he saw me, but it seemed as though he was holding back the urge to release his happy feelings towards me. I didn’t mind it, and I understood why he didn’t want to. 

“Euryale please leave us” He added manners to his words when talking to his servants, causing her to smile at him. Maybe I inspired him to be kind, or maybe that's just how he talked. With a deep hoarse voice that was so soothing to listen to.

"How…do you -"

"It's easier to show you than tell you," He interrupted, gesturing me over to him. I moved, putting more pressure on my legs than on my wings, trying to balance. He watched me like he was ready to catch me if I fell.

It seemed sweet, but I was confused as to why they called him an evil man in my village. Our books and history stones showed how the Devil was evil and cruel, but it also says everyone was born pure and some evil, and the last one was the fallen Angel nobody knows what happened to him. 

You could tell a fallen angel by their wings. White feathers lingered on their backs while black took over most of their wings, but he seemed different from what the stories said. 

I sat on the couch watching him do the same. The room was dim and warm, making me sleepy, but adrenaline pumped through my body when he pressed his chest to my side. Hand on my waist and one on my thigh pushing me incredibly close to him.

His face grazed my neck, slowly making my breath hitch. His eyes were closed, and his hands gripped my skin slowly heating up.

"Stay still." I tried to obey his orders,but when his teeth sunk into my neck, I was tense. My body tingled and weakened. I leaned on him slowly, getting dizzy. He swiped his tongue over the spot, he bit, sealing the mark. He touched me with hands that didn't sting this time, causing me to slowly lean into him more. 

"D-does it burn?" He fumbled with his words, stuttering out of nervousness. 

" Asmodeus," I muttered, ignoring his question and listening to my body telling me to sleep.

"I like it," 

(Asmodeus pov)

My heart started beating for the first time watching her small fragile form drown in a slumber. I didn't know why I was nervous…and I didn't want to find out.

I put my hands on her waist, slowly hoisting her up on me. Wrapping her legs on my waist so I could carry her like a baby. I froze when she snuggled up to my neck and let out a breath of tiredness. She was adorable. Adorable…my pet was adorable. Was I drugged or hit by Cupid? She was interesting to look at.

That's all…I suppose. My feelings didn't matter at the time. She did. She needed a place to sleep somewhere to rest while she slumbered. My bedroom had to be the best option. Nobody would be able to disrupt her, and she would be fine…I sighed, standing and holding her body tightly before walking towards my bedroom. Walking out of the lounge and down the hallway passing by my servants. 

"Please," echoed throughout my empty mind while I glanced at them with a straight face. Turning down the hallway that led to my bedroom. Two demons stood guarding my door. They moved aside, opening the door and bowing before me.

"Thank you." I could see their eyes widen like I've never said thank you before. It annoyed me, making me huff when the door closed. I slowly slipped her out, my fingers placing her body on the bed. She sunk into the material of my blankets clinging onto the comforter. 

I turned towards the door, glancing at her one more time and going out the door thinking about her.

.*^~☆Love is blind until you open your eyes☆~^*.