Crow. | Angeless [C]

Chapter 15 | Pain of Love

          "Angelo," Tokyo sharply whispered to me, "Wake up! Please."

          I stirred a bit. My wings felt like they were on fire. That was the first thing I noticed. Then the sting of the cuts on my wrist caught up to me and the pain in my back from sleeping on the floor. My head was surprisingly okay after being bashed into a wall. I struggled to blink myself awake and sit up.

          Someone's feet were stomping down the stairs. That's why he woke me up. I was starting to wonder. Felix and Tokyo were in the same position I left them in; Sat up against the wall. Down the stairs came the same guy that brought Felix in earlier. He was without another body this time, thankfully. Unfortunately, that meant he was here for us.

          The demon pushed me down to the ground further until I was on my stomach. He bound my hands with a rope, then repeated with the others. I was thrown over his shoulder like a fucking rolled up rug or something. He picked up the other two with one under each arm. At least we're getting out of this barren dungeon. Although we could be going somewhere worse. I was trying to stay optimistic.

          This creature carried us through dark hallways until we were brought to an open room. Black fur rugs were on the floor, a glass table sat in the middle of creepy looking furnisher. A very stereotypical Hell looking living room. A woman, much more humanoid than most demons, sat on the middle couch. I've never cared to learn about the different races of demons. All I know is they range from looking like demonic goats to Hellish humans.

          I was dropped down to the floor. The demon adjusted me to be on my knees as he did for the others. I tried to flip my hair out of my face to see better. The woman dead in front of me just looked like a fucking cunt. Her legs were crossed and a wine glass in her hand. Every inch of her was white except for her black eyes. Horns curled under her hairless head. She was decorated in armor matching her skin tone. It was sexualized by being a corset and knee high boots.

          From the corridor behind her walked in two of those giant freaky things. Just like the one that kidnapped me. I wasn't as worried about them as I was the people they forced to walk along in front of them. One held onto Ricky while the other shoved Chris along. Oh, my sweet, sweet baby. I wanted his lips against mine so badly. He was sicker than usual, which was to be expected bringing him down here. Hell is hard on an ill body.

          "Angelo," He gasped as he looked up at me. Chris naturally tried to move forward towards me but was yanked back by the demon behind him.

          "Stay where you are." The woman hissed.

          "Go to Hell, Carmella." Chris sneered, "Oh, wait. You're already here."

          Her voice was like nails on a chalkboard. It was so disembodied and screechy. She replied, "Now wouldn't be a good time to be mouthing off to me. I'm the one with your boyfriend's life in my hands. Not to mention Ricky and Ghost's precious kids. The only ones they have left anyways."

          Ricky's head remained low with his hood covering his face. "What do you want?!" He viciously mumbled.

          "Don't try to act like you don't know." She panned, "Where is Ghost?"

          "You know it'd be a cold day in Hell before I told you that. You want to be an evil cunt, fine, but there's other teleporters you can blackmail into doing your bidding. Stop torturing my family." Ricky said.

          "You're right. There are a few others, but the rest are all alone. They have nothing I can hold against them as blackmail." Carmella stood up from the couch and walked around the table. "Whatever I do to your sons, it happens to you, too. Isn't that right?"