The Girl Who Made The Devil Weak

Flirt with Death

Hanna laid bruised, bloody, and beaten on the cold asphalt of the school's parking lot, unconscious. Her clothes had been torn to shreds by the hands of that wicked boy, leaving her bare on the pavement. Her purity stolen from her. Now she was all alone under the night sky.

A shadow broke away from the endless sea of black near the forest edge and made its way toward her.

Her hair was splayed out around her head like a halo. Small cuts and large bruises adorned her body and a little blood was splattered on the ground beneath her.

The shadow knelt before her, examining the girl's body. It gently placed an arm behind her back and under her knees and picked her up, cradling her to its chest.

"Poor thing."

The creature stood and began towards the closest hospital. Upon reaching it, the being placed her on the ground before the emergency room door. Smoothing her hair out of her face, he then knocked on the door, disappearing without a trace.

A nurse stuck her head out the door to see who had knocked on it and saw Hanna's body. Her eyes widened as she shouted orders to the people inside to get a bed ready for her.

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"This poor girl." A woman's voice murmured. Hanna let out a groan as she began to wake, tears pricking her eyes. Every part of her body ached and burned as she was pulled from unconsciousness.

"Hey, she's waking up," A voice stated, "Hanna, can you hear me?"

Must be a nurse.

"W-w-what h-ha-appened?" She choked, "W-where-"

"Calm down, honey. Do you not remember what happened?"

Her eyes remained shut as she shook her head.

"God bless for that," A hand wrapped around one of her own, "Honey, you were sexually assaulted. You've been unconscious for 2 days.
Do you remember who did this to you?"

"No can do, babe. Not for a while."

Memories began to flood back to her.

Tearing clothes, harsh bites, the smell of liquor on his breath, bruising hands gripping at every part of her skin, the bottle shattering over her head.

Her breathing hitched in her throat as she let out a strangled cry, bringing her hand to her mouth.

The nurse's hand tightened around hers slightly, "Honey, who did this to you?"

Her eyes burned from the tears they held, "I-I...I d-don't know."

"That's okay, that's okay. Just rest for now then."

The nurse gave her hand one more gentle squeeze before leaving the room.

Her sobs shook her aching body.
"Why me?!"

~~

About an hour later, she was fast asleep, tears drying on her reddened face.

The same shadow that brought her to the hospital stepped forward again, appearing from thin air. Now the shadowy figure could be seen as a man.

Well, not so much a man, but a fallen angel.

The creature stood beside Hanna's bed, staring down at her fragile form. With a single talon, he wiped away the tears from her face.

"They chose wisely."

He brushed his hand over her eyes, muttering a small spell over her, wishing pleasant dreams upon her for the time being.

Then, he disappeared as quickly as he had appeared.