Golden wings

Chapter 35 - Infract

A wolf waited calmly in the dark. His red eyes did not even blink when two violet ones glinted near. He remained silent, for a few seconds... But he soon spoke, with a whisper.

"I was beginning to think you would not come." He looked over his tails, with a sharp glare. "Tell me, what have you chosen?"

The answer did not come right away. When his voice reached his sensible ears, it did with resignation and sorrow.

"I think I don't need to tell you for you to know."

He couldn't kill him.

The wolf closed his eyes and sighed sadly.

"...Very well." There was only another option. "Take the time you need."

Uriel did not move while Lykaios did. He stood and left slowly, deeper into the woods around her cabin. He left him alone... With her.

Uriel closed his eyes; he tried to not look at the small cabin, he tried to not glance at its small window. Ayako was there, inside. She was looking with sorrowful eyes through the glass, with longing. Her blue eyes were lidded, with dark circles around them, on her soft skin. He could see her, and it made him wish he had never seized her mind. He wished that he had let Alexis find him, even if he had believed it would mean death.

Now, he feared for her. Lykaios had a right to worry; he had been careless. He had little control over his own spells; he did not erase all that she knew. Her emotions could not be destroyed, and even if he had managed to make them banish... he would have never achieved full control over the world around her. Her life could not be changed. He had not taken into account her surroundings when he let himself hate.

Inside, Ayako stopped looking at the darkness outside, at the moon on the sky. Another night had gone by. And once again, there had been no signs of Uriel. Her blue eyes stared at her hands. Her fingers clutched more tightly the object they held.

Why?...

Her thumb brushed with pure wonder the feathers. There was a small cord, which went through their ends, to tie them. And between every single one of those pretty quills, there were small beautiful shells, which hanged and shined with the moonlight. It was a necklace. It did not look perfect, it looked hand made, but it glinted like true gold.

She had never killed an angel with golden feathers. Only Alexis. Alexis... the angel who had gained Uriel's trust; the one who had lied, in order to avoid a direct fight. He lied, to backstab and betray him. He was the one who had almost killed Uriel, a demon who was always kind, gentle... Someone she cared for. Uriel was almost murdered, because of the hate those winged creatures held.

She should despise that angel. She did.

Then why...?

She did not stop looking the beautiful necklace, not even if she heard a faint rustle behind her. She did not need to look to know that Uriel was looking down at her. His shadow was looming onto her and the window, imposing as always.

Ayako raised her gaze to the window again, and her icy eyes met with the reflection of violet ones.

"...Why?"

There were too many questions in that single word.

The demon stared at the necklace in her hands, with a sorrowful and calm expression. She could not hear his inner laments. He really did not have a clear mind that night. He should have known that he could not erase all that they had shared.