Devil || m.c

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0.9

I opened my eyes when a piercing scream overtopped mine as my last wing fell to the ground. The pain in the back of my ribs was unbearable; it felt like back on earth all over again.

I was in fetal position, my arms wrapped around myself trying to reach the pain. Maybe if I touch the pain it will go away.

I turned around to the source of the scream, finding Angela in the same position as mine, tears cascading down her face. I tried to stand up, but then fell down on my bum as a jolt of pain shot through my back. I tried again, groaning as I did. I crouched down again-hissing in the process-and held her wrists are her body shook with each sob. I removed her hands from her eyes as I fell again from my crouching position, then crossing my legs.

"Look at me." I commanded. "Angela, look at me." She cried even more.

I lifted her head so she can look at me, and a strangled sob escaped her lips as she held my face and wiped the stray tears on my cheek.

"I'm sorry," she managed to say between sobs. "I'm so, so, so sorry, Michael."

I held her to my chest as she shook, whispering 'it's okay's and 'it's not your fault's in her ear.

When she calmed down, she said, "come on, let me help you with that," as she hugged me and kissed my naked shoulder.

We stood up, with grunts and groans and hisses from me, as i sat down and she started cleaning the blood on my back.

Ever so gently, she approached the skin where my wings were, ever so white, ever so pure, now almost black, laying on the floor, leaving throbbing pains and swollen skin.

I hissed as she dabbed the wound, and heat licked the back of my eyes as she did so. Of course, she noticed, and she turned to face me, saying, " Michael, I'm really sorry for this, but can you walk for a minute or two without making noises?"