The Demon is my Mate?!

Chapter 4

Angel's pov

Ding dong, ding dong.

The sound of a grandfather clock rang in the distance. Groaning because of the sound, I try to cover my ears but only to receive pain throughout my body. I winced and whimpered as the pain traveled up my body. I try to relax and my eyes flutter open. I looked around to see dark wooden walls filled with Gothic interior designs. The room softly lit by candles. My eyes soon found the annoying grandfather clock that woke me up. I sighed.

'Where am I', I thought to myself with curiosity.

I looked down to realize I was in a king size bed. Fear arose in me.

'Why am I in a king size bed?!'

Whimpering at the thought, I try to get out of the bed. But pain took the benefit of me and I fell onto the floor with a thud. A cry escaped my lips as pain began to consume me once again.

Whimpering on the floor, I start to hear footsteps in the distance. Coming closer and closer. Until it stopped in front of my door.

Fear arose in me as the knob of the door began to slowly turn to the left. Despite of the pain, I try to shield myself for what was coming for me. I closed my eyes tightly in fear. The door opened slowly with a creak, followed by the clicking of boots against the hard wooden floor. The clicking became louder and louder as they came close to me. Then, all of a sudden the clicking stopped.

Silence filled the air.

The only thing I could hear was the flame flickering on the candle and my heart beating one million times per second.

A chuckle broke the silence.

" What are you doing on the floor you silly goose. You should be in bed", the voice said in amusement, but in a gentle tone.

"Death?", I look up to see his friendly face.

He chuckles and gently picks me up and lays me on the bed.

"Yes?", he tilts his head in amusement.

"Death, where am I?", I looked at him , looking at his tattooed face.

Death smiled, "Well, that's a very good question sweetie", his smile soon turned into a grin. "You're in hell."

My eyes widen in fear.

"Wait what?! I can't be in hell!", practically yelling at him.

" Oh but you are, don't you remember what happened not too long ago?", he asked while grinning.

"How can I not..", I looked down and stayed silent as I recalled the memory.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? A poor defenseless pesky and worthless werewolf all by herself."

'He called me pesky and worthless.'

"Tch. Pathetic and weak."

'He called me pathetic and weak.'

I held my head and closed my eyes tightly as I remembered the way he treated me. The way he threw me on the ground, kicked me in the stomach, and punched me in the face. Tears formed in my eyes. And what hurt the most, was when he said:

" I don't need a mate. Especially not a weak and pathetic one."

'He didn't care. And most of all, he didn't care about me. He didn't even want me.'

'After all I've been through, after watching my family get killed by hunters and then getting abused by my adoptive parents to make me "stronger". I thought maybe something good would actually come my way. But I guess that wouldn't happen because my mate doesn't even want me.'

A sob escaped my lips and tears streamed down my cheeks.

"Woah, woah, woah. Why are you crying?", Death looked at me with a worried look.

"He doesn't want me..", I sobbed.

"Hey don't cry. And Hazen is just butthurt. Don't let him get to you like that. Everyone who knows him well will say the same thing. Okeee?", Death said comforting me .

I sniffed and nodded my head.

"Good. Now I gotta take you to Luci so he can heal you and meet you.", Death picks me up in his arms. "Upzie dazie."

I wipe my face gently. "Wait. Who's Luci?"

Death looked at me and gave me a smirk. "Lucifer. Otherwise known as Hazen's father."

I shake my head and close me eyes. "Why am I not surprised. This day just keeps getting better and better."

Death chuckles and exits the room and walks towards Lucifers room.

I looked around me as Death carried me through the halls. Beautiful gothic designs everywhere, the halls lit up with torches, and beautiful dark paintings on the walls and on the ceiling. It was truly beautiful. I've never in my whole life, seen such a place.

"Wow. I never thought Hell would be this pretty", I said as I looked around amazed.

Death looked at me and laughed. "What. You thought Hell was some shit hole?"

I shrugged. "Well where I come from, Hell is considered to be shitty place. So yeah."

Death shakes his head. "Did Mr.Man upstairs tell you that?"

"W-well um", I stuttered.

"Mhm. Just as I suspected. He drills all these thoughts into you mortals. Just an FYI, don't listen to him. He's full of lies. He told a story that never happened and drilled it into your minds so you wouldn't know the real story", Death said with a straight face.

I looked at Death. " What's the real story?"

"That. I cannot tell you for its not my story to tell. You have to ask Hazen or Lucifer. They'll probably tell you once you get to know them", Death said with a smile.

I nodded my head.

Soon we came across a big stone door with beautiful roses on it. I tried to reach out and touch it, but pain filled my arm making me whimper.

Death sighed."You'll soon feel better Angel".

With that, Death knocked on the door and hummed while he waited for permission to come in.

"Come in Death", said a deep but gentle voice.

Death smiled and opened the door and walked in.

I looked around the room. Everything was absolutely beautiful. I stared at it in awe until I felt eyes on me. I looked over a little to find golden eyes piercing into mine. My heart beating one million times per second.

In front of me, was the fallen angel himself. Lucifer.

Herrow. I'm sorry that I haven't updated in a long time. You know when you have an idea for your story, but you're too lazy to write it down. So yeah that's my excuse. I kept forgetting to write my ideas down. Oops XD. Anyways, I hope you like this chapter. Comment on what you think. And if you want go ahead and click that little star xD. ~Hazzy♥🔥