Golden wings

Chapter 10 - Strange

Uriel stood nervously, at the side of a small bed. His gaze was fixed, on the angel that rested on it.

He was worried, torn. If he was not feeling suspicious, he would feel guilty. His angel had been unconscious since they left that hollow mountain. He had not woken up yet. It was clear that he had pushed himself to his limit while he ran and tried to evade him.

Uriel could be sure that the angel was safe, because he did not have any serious wounds or bruises. But it was clear that he was exhausted, that he needed to rest. Being inhuman, he was able to give it all for so long; but for that, he needed to regain himself now.

The demon ruffled his black hair and sighed. He tried to think; even more confused by the situation he had gotten himself into.

What was he supposed to do?

He had taken him to his manor, his home. He just could not leave him there, on the cold ground, between sharp stones... For two main reasons. One, he would have not been safe there. He had been terrified, he was weak. He was not able to leave him behind in that humid cavern. Two... He still dreaded he was just putting up an act, that he was waiting for him to lower his guard... And then...

Then...

The devil growled in exasperation and buried his face onto his hands.

If he was faking, he was a damn good liar. Because it did not seem like he was.

But angels could not be like this...!

He had expected a wise creature, with strong wings, able to raise high, to plunge down on him. A fierce fighter, with no mercy in his cold bright eyes, with an emotionless soul... Full of hate for his mere existence.

But this... This...!

Uriel narrowed his eyes at the unconscious blond, who did not answer when he whispered with anxiousness.

"What are you?"

He could not understand.

Uriel huffed and whipped around. He walked with heavy steps towards the door, unable to keep looking at him. He glanced back one last time into the dark cell, with fearful eyes; but then he opened the iron and wooden door to leave.

Not understand his own emotions... Was what he hated the most.

Alexis did not wake, not even if Uriel closed the cell's door with a key. He was left safe, without anything that wanted to hurt him, yet.

But he was trapped.

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Tired...

The tiredness had faded. He was waking, and his breathing fastened slightly because of that. His eyelids trembled, when he felt how his cheek brushed something soft.

Where...?

He usually waked up feeling the fresh leaves on his wooden bed. But now he was feeling like if his head was on a pillow.

He... Had a blanket over him?

He was lying onto his right side; his wings were limp and spread at his left, behind his back. Uriel had been careful of not making him rest on his wings, seeing how much strain they had been put through already.

Alexis whimpered and frowned. He was feeling a strong headache, the soreness in his body.

Why...

His amber eyes opened slightly, to try see if it was morning already. He did not remember anything. Not until he saw there was only darkness around him.