A Demon's Life

Fallen Angel, Control Yourself...

        When I sat up the next morning, the Angel was still there... No... Wait... He's not an Angel. He's a Fallen Angel. I guess I'll have to call him by his name now.

        Fallen Angels are very rare. They are made from Angels who have disobeyed their master. I should've guessed that he was a Fallen Angel when he pulled me into his chest last night and held me there. He was half Angel and half Demon.

        I decided that I might as well wake him up. He has some Demon in him, might as well treat him like it.

        I drop to the ground without a sound then nudge him with my foot. He stirs.

        "Wake up. We still have school. It's only Friday."

        "One more minute," he mumbles then covers his face with his wing.

        His wings have turned white again, and are still as dangerous as they were before.

        "No. We leave now, together, or I leave now and you walk by yourself."

        He sits up suddenly.

        "Wait... Where am I?"

        "Still in my forest. Now get up."

        "Sage?"

        "Yeah?"

        "So I wasn't dreaming. Last night's events actually happened. I actually had you close to me, and my wings were wrapped around-"

        "Michael, get up or I'm leaving without you."

        "I'm surprised you didn't leave without me already. What's gotten into you?" He gets up and I turn around to face him. I was almost as tall as him, but not quite.

        "You're a Fallen Angel. I'm obligated to treat you like I would treat one of my own."

        "Wait... I'm a Fallen Angel?"

        "You didn't know?"

        "No... I guess I turned into one when I grabbed you. Angels aren't supposed to touch Demons."

        "No. I think you turned into one when you let your guard down in gym the other day. Anyhow, we have to go to school."

        "Ok." He takes my hand. "Can I hold your hand?"

        "No!" I pull my hand from his.

        "Thought so. You're definitely a Demon."

        "No, I never noticed!" I say, rolling my eyes.

        We walk out of the forest.

        "So, do you sleep in the forest?"

        "Demons don't sleep," I stated simply.

        "Really? I thought they did."

        "Well we don't."

        "Oh."

        We keep walking until we reach the school.

        "You can go join your buddies if you want to," I say.

        "What if I don't want to?" he asks, smiling mischievously.

        "Then you can still go join your buddies."