Golden wings

Chapter 32 - Traverse

He wished for death... He wished he could just stop existing, and go wherever the hell he had to go after failing and fucking up so bad.

He had not wanted to kill Uriel, he really did not want to. But he almost ended up doing it. He had betrayed them, even if he had felt for them both, even if he had felt safe, understood. He had wanted to be with them. And he just shoved it all away; he tore their trust to shreds...

Now, he would die at the hands of his demon, like he was supposed to since the very beginning.

The world just loved to mess with him. It was almost funny.

A broken, shaky and quiet laugh echoed. The angel brushed his forehead against the ground, while he chuckled bitterly.

It almost was... Almost.

Alexis frowned and fell silent. He was tired. He just wished for his devil to arrive. He was sure Uriel would not waste much time with his vengeance. He had never been a cruel soul.

He just wished it all to stop already... But it had only begun. His body shook.

Alexis opened his eyes. He felt a sudden shiver, a horrible coldness creep on his skin. He let out a scared gasp, because he felt a horrible pressure and pull on his body. He trembled, because his arms and legs moved suddenly, all by themselves. The unseen grip forced him into a sitting position, onto his knees, in painful jolts. He whimpered and growled, because he saw how his arms outstretched downwards and back. He couldn't look for long, because the force pulled his head up, while his torso leaned back. He was now kneeling like if he was chained, by something that he could not even see. There was nothing there, but it felt like it, it was a strong and unnatural force.

The same feeling... It was the same force that he felt in that damn hollowed mountain. A horrible and painful yank at his body, like if something grabbed him with a choking hold, and strangled him into submission. It was something that was able to make him move, in erratic and forced dashes. Like a puppet.

His mind filled with horror and pure confusion. He could not understand, he was not able to process what was happening to him. Not again. His soul screamed when he heard a voice whisper.

"Finally... Both alone."

He dared to look sideways; he only moved his eyes, because he could not turn his head. It was not easy to see who had spoken from the shadows... But he soon discerned something far too ominous to be part of the dark. He saw a black silhouette, similar to a beast; it was creeping down from tall rocks, slowly, towards him.

Alexis began to pull and struggle against the unseen force, for his life. He fought with the last bit of strength he had left; he cried with disbelief, fear and impotence. His heart and mind were screaming for him to run, for him to flee, before that thing got to him. He could see sharp claws, with three sharp nails in each. Those claws lied on the humid ground, followed by two big black wings, which helped the beast near while it crouched.

It was a demon. A demon that did not look anything like the one he had expected.

"...! W-why-?"

"Why?" The thing made the most mocking laugh Alexis had ever heard. It neared slowly, and let itself be seen under the faint moonlight. "I think I won't enjoy cracking your skull open... It's empty it seems."

Alexis' breath came out in terrified exhales, because he could see the devil better now. He tried to lean away when the demon stepped near him. It was clear that the thing had no eyes on its head. But it did have eyes, red ones, in the claws that were rising towards him, sharp as knifes, sharper than the fangs peeking from the amused and sick smile it was giving him.