My angelic smile, his devilish love ✔

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

I stared at the small positive sign of the white, plastic that was known better as the pregnancy test, which Jillian had given me. I can’t believe it. I’m pregnant with a demon baby, worse still it’s a baby from the son of the devil. I don’t know what to feel.

Happiness…? Joy…? Sadness…? Anger, confusion…? I wasn’t sure. A part of me did feel warm and tingly, almost as though my wings wanted to burst through my back, allowing me to fly through the air in extreme bliss but then…there was the other part of me that felt cold, and sick, the part where I didn’t want to have a demon baby in me.

I sighed and glanced around the small darkly tiled bathroom. Jillian would be waiting for me on the other side of the door, but I wasn’t ready to go yet. Not when the truth was that I was the chosen one, not Lucinda the avenger, not Laura the girl with a crush on Michael, but me, plain old Evelyn, the guardian angel.

My shoulders shook in the chilly air. I frowned; where was the chilly air coming from? I turned to look at the open bathroom window, wide and square, letting in small streaks of the grey coloured cloudy light in. I took a deep breath, before opening my grey eyes.

Perhaps it was time to leave, to leave the war? I shook away the thoughts; no I’d have to get rid of the baby first. I can’t have a half-demon, half-angel baby in me. The lord wouldn’t accept it, and the devil, he’d probably just try to use the baby’s powers for himself.

There was a light tapping on the door, followed by Jillian’s voice, “Evelyn is everything okay in there?”

I breathed in, “Yes, everything’s fine”.

“Okay then, tell me when you’re done,” she replied.

I glanced at the mirror in front of me. My white hair was flat and dry, making me look sicker than I was. My skin, too pale to be healthy and my stomach… I frowned. It was rounder, much more swollen and somehow fat looking. I quickly glanced back at my reflection.

“You don’t have to be here”.

I spun around, feeling the agonising pain of my wings ripping out through my back instinctively. Urial stood before me, wearing a sad smile and holding a small blade in his palm. His silver eyes lingered onto the pregnancy test, before they sought my grey ones.

“How did you get in?” my voice was a whisper.

He shrugged, “Evelyn, you can’t kill the baby”.

I licked my lips, “Yes I can; it would be for the better”.

“How do you know that?” Urial asked.

I frowned, “The baby won’t have to grow up in this world, where wars break out and where there are always enemies around, waiting to snatch you away”.

Urial shook his head in disappointment, “Evelyn, I’ve known you ever since you were born and that is the stupidest thing I’ve heard you say”.

I glared at him, “It is not”.

“So are you telling me, because you’re scared for the unborn baby’s safety it’s why you’re aborting it?” he asked.

I opened my mouth to respond, before closing it again. Urial had a point, but I wasn’t going to admit it. Having a half blood was not something I’d want; in fact no one would want to have a half blood child.

“Do you remember what you learnt in Heaven? The most important thing you can do in life is to give life to someone other than yourself”.

I sighed angrily, “But even if I do have the baby, and I’m not, what will happen to the war? And what happens to the lord?”