The Wounded

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These fools believe they have me cornered. Think I will talk. I will not break. That bitch can't have what is mine. I've been in love with him since I was a child, some random homosexual man can't just steal him from me! I will not break!

"All this pain can stop just tell me the counter spell." I grunted as he forcefully pulled my wings from my back. "You will never get it from me," I heard him chuckle darkly before pulling my wings to full extension. "I heard that white and gray wings originate from angels who intend malicious actions on others," he paused caressing the base of my wings that met my whipped back. "Is that true?"

"As if I'd tell you anything you bastard."

"Ha you will wish you did darling."

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"Yokozawa-san, we think we've got something!" The head doctor of the wing reported. "And what would that be?"

The doctor looked at his superior sympathetically. "According to the spell she cast, if we are correct the last bracket of the spell translates to 'and love prevails', We believe Onodera-san will be part of the remedy to the spell since he is Takano-sama's designated angel, but we aren't sure how."

Yokozawa paused in thought, "Thank you for your hard work, please continue."
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Cassandra whined in her head as the guard continued to break pieces of the structure from her wings. "Cassandra, this is your last chance before you completely lose a wing, and remember darlin', wings dont regenerate." Said woman sobbed silently as the guard gripped the base of her light gray wings. "All you have to do to keep your precious wings is tell me the counter-spell." The guard gave the woman a minute to think before gripping the base harder. "Sorry Darlin', this is your choice." He pulled out a curved blade from the side of his hip and placed it at the base of her wings.

The blade dug into her wing making her wince. She closed her eyes and prayed to a God she didn't even believe in to give her the strength to withstand this agony. The guard pressed the blade deeper into the base watching as blood bubbled before  sliding down her back. Cassandra let out a scream as he pressed harder. She whimpered as she felt more warm blood drip down her back.

Was this worth it? Was losing her wings worth separating the couple? She was starting to doubt everything she planned. She lifted her left wing to twitch, what would it feel like without this feeling? She knew wings didn't regenerate, once you lose them you never get them back. "Your growing up so big now Princess. Oh! And look at your beautiful wings!"  Her father loved her wings, he claimed they were the purest in the land, and obviously they weren't anymore.

She was brought from her thoughts by a rough nudge with the blade.

The guard had saw her hesitance and took advantage of it, the guard knew that losing one's wings was the worst pain that anyone would ever have to deal with.  In honesty, he did not want to do this but his loyalty was to the agency who hired him, not a spoiled princess who sets off spells everywhere.

"Stop. I-I will tell you."

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Nowaki was startled at the information he had just received from the panting guard.

He had been lulling his sleep deprived demon lover to sleep when the guard arrived, and  instantly began shouting through his deep breaths. "Slow down sir, what about the prisoner?" His lover cuddled around his hip mumbling his name. "The prisoner confessed the counter-spell sir," the guard paused taking in deep breaths, "though it's not really a spell." The guard then explained what Cassandra stated in the cell.