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Our Final Stand (Part 4)

Chapter 38: Our Final Stand (Part 4)

-Unknown POV-
The angel that had so easily beaten so much in her living days lay down, sleeping on my bed as I watched over her to make sure my father wouldn't harm her again. I had told him specifically that I wanted her unharmed (I can't exactly "alive" because that wouldn't be possible by any stretch of the imagination) and of course he goes and tries to kill her into a demon. They said it was impossible for a demon to fall in love, but I can't stop myself from loving this angel. I wasn't always a demon. I was regular child with real dreams and wishes, but my father was the demon king and tore me down to the underworld at a young age so as I could take over his throne, but that's not what I wanted. I wanted to go home, I wanted to live again. A small part of me hopes that she can do that for me, but then I think about the fact that she's dead just like me.

"You aren't... going... to... k-k-kill m-me?" A struggled voice softly and fearfully asked from the bed I had been watching. My eyes widened and I walked over to the little angel. She was so small compared to the demons in the underworld. She hacked up dark liquid from her throat on the side of the bed and I instinctively growled. Father! She started to sob as the pain hit her full blast from what had happened. I moved towards the bed, and she didn't seem to notice, or care though. She curled herself into a protective ball, coughing and in pain. I crawled onto the bed and pull her into my chest. She curls against me, thankful for any comfort she can receive. I let my wings gently wrap around her as well as my arms, and I hope it's enough to keep her warm. An angel down here can die from the cold to them. Her beautiful hair was soft to the touch as I gently stroke it. Her frail body trembles against mine. 'She's freezing' I pull the blankets up from my bed over our bodies and hold her close to me. She doesn't resist and I feel small little cold wet droplets fall across my bare chest. I look down and gasp, slightly tightening my grasp on the little angel. Her tears run across my chest and the burnt and charred flesh give way to reveal pale skin of the human I once was. She's clinging to my body and the skin around where she touches changes too, spreading all across my body. I lift one hand away from her in amazement and stare at the perfectly gentle, untarnished human hand that lay on my wrist, nails perfectly clipped and rounded, skin smooth, not dry, but perfect. Something tickles at the top of my forehead and I reach up to feel smooth short brown hair on my head. I look down at the small angel and she stares up at me, sapphire blue eyes sparkling, not just from the tears but from utter love and light. She gently touches her hand to my cheek and for once I feel true touch, true gentle skin. I press my cheek against her hand and she smiles. I close my eyes to relish the feeling and then open them to see white feathers splayed out on top of her. I go to wipe them away with my hand and stop... my wings once made of bone and charred flesh had been replaced with silky smooth bright white feathers. I sit their gaping and the little angel in my arms snuggles against me. I wait for the cold to come and take over my body like it was doing to her, but nothing came. Her warmth radiated off onto me.

"You don't need to protect me..." I whisper lightly in her ear. She snuggles more against me.

"You're the one protecting me," she lets out in an angelic voice. She tries hard to cover it, but I can hear the fear and pain in her voice and wrap my wings and arms tighter around her. She sighs in content and relief.

"Anything I can get for you? Food? Water?" I whisper. I don't want to use my voice completely, I want to keep her calm and relaxed.

"F-food...?" She whimpers lightly and clings to my chest. I nod and yell for food. The maids come in and put it on the table next to us, and I keep the blankets over out heads so they don't see my transformation. They leave moments after but I keep the blankets up. She is dozing off lightly and I think she likes the warmth of the blankets.

"Food or sleep?" I ask. I hear a weak food come from her. I roll away from her, leaving her exposed and she gasps and whimpers as she trembles violently. I grab the food, feeling unsteady with my new wings and go back over towards her. She grabs onto me and pulls me close. I gasp lightly but let her do so and wrap my arms around her.

"You're freezing..." she whimpers in response and holds tight. I put the food on my hip and pull out a small drink of water, holding it to her lips. She sips it lightly and I can see as the liquid warms her up lightly. She presses her head against my chest and kisses my chest lightly. I blush but don't say anything. She keeps her lips against my chest and then pulls away minutes later. I hold up a small ice cream, blushing.

"Th-this should warm you up," she takes it graciously and eats little by little. She drops it as a violent tremble ripples down her spine and she let's out a cry of pain. I hold her close and stroke her hair. 'She won't survive down here long...'