The demon council never told you what happened when you saved someone, probably because it was a punishment far too severe, even the toughest demons were scared to talk about it. Disobeying was a crime, punishable by banishment to the underground, a place where they kept a demon fugitives, a place further down than hell.
It was a punishment far more painful than death.
I didn't even know her name, yet I felt sorry for her, for lifelong pain she would live through, always being hunted.
I knew I had to run. But instead I found myself tentatively advancing out of the woods, and taking slow steps through the rustling dry weeds towards the girl. She was alive, I could tell from where I was. I could see the rise and fall of her chest, telling me she was breathing.
She was unconscious though. So I sat, waiting for her to wake up, so I could explain the current situation. The bright sun had disappeared down below the mountain, and the moon rose up into the sky, threatening the darkness with its very presence.
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When Angels Die
FantasyTurns out, I couldn't have been more wrong. There was a curse. There was a girl. And in the the end, there was a grave. I never even saw it coming.
