The Angel King (boyxboy)

Chapter Three

AN: Ahem, slight warning. Things get a little... steamy in this chapter. ;)
Nyx
At first, the silence was welcoming. Then it became unnerving. Surrounded in a white light so bright and pure that I couldn't even see the rest of my body. I didn't belong here. I knew I didn't belong here.

The young angel came to me first, his voice soft and his touch gentle. "Demon," he murmured to me. "It's okay. You are safe now."

Then came an older one, with dark skin and bright blue eyes. "Demon," he echoed the first, but with contempt. "Here in Heaven? How low have we sunk?"

"Uriel," the first angel chastised. "Be kind to it. We will purify it from sin, I swear it."

"Angels do not swear," Uriel retorted. "At least, real angels don't."

The first angel remained calm. "Prince Michael decreed I join your ranks. And so I have. I am as much an angel as you."

I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. I didn't even know where I was, only that I was in an extremely white room with two angels hovering over me. I saw no wings, but I noted the halos. My own white wings clung tight to my body.

The first angel, the one with golden hair, noticed my failed attempts and smiled. "You will remember how to speak soon enough," he assured me. "It may have been one year on the Surface, but it in Heaven it had been a thousand and more since you died a second time."

Why was it so eerily silent? My thoughts were clear, empty, frighteningly so. And then it hit me.

"We cured you." Uriel said bluntly. "You are on the path to sanity, therefore on the path to redemption."

The voices in my head. My schizophrenia. Skitz, Shrill, and Mortem. Gone.

I did not know whether to be grateful or afraid.

The two angels murmured a blessing to me, one in Hebrew. I had never learned that language. It was too holy, to close to Heaven to be deemed appropriate by demons. I cringed as their blessing stung me.

I was suddenly alone again, huddled in the corner of a room. As clear and empty and scary as my own brain was, without the three voices to guide me.

Aaron
Katrina of Lust had come over to visit. Even though she and Johanna were the only two female rulers, they still despised each other. Eros had once been Johanna's Specialist, along with Antias and Nemesis, until he had fallen in love with Katrina. This was just one of the many issues that divided the two of them.

The war was yet another issue. While Johanna's Ring had been destroyed, Katrina had mostly been left intact. The fact that Johanna had invited her sister at all was suspicious. When I had approached her about it, she claimed her intentions were pure, but I was doubtful. If I were Katrina, I would be very careful with what I ate and drank.

With Antias imprisoned, Nemesis of Revenge was the last Specialist Johanna had left, and she was all but useless. I hardly ever saw her anymore, as she spent most of her time in bed. But today she was dressed in a long blue gown, with her hair up in an elegant bun.

When she took her place at the large dining table, she smiled at me and I returned it, even though the gesture meant nothing to me. I hated all of them.

Katrina had left Dehlia behind but had taken Eros with her, no doubt to show him off and rub salt in the wound. She wore high waisted leggings and a bra only. It was a sharp contrast to Johanna's beautiful red dress; it made Katrina look like this event was not worth dressing up for, whereas Johanna was taking her visit seriously. Already my queen was humiliated.