A Demon's Life

Fallen Angel, I Have No Words...

Saturday, December 28th, 2013

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        I sit up the next morning... Well, almost. I had forgotten that the night before I had been wrapped in Michael's wings, and so I almost hit my body on them. They were just inches away from me.

        I remembered what I thought about before, and I had to check this Fallen Angel for the mark of someone who has given their soul up to a Demon. If I find that mark, I am sure to think that he is the stupidest former Angel that I will ever encounter.

        I flipped myself over, slowly and carefully, making sure not to touch his feathers, which were white again, and looked at his arms. I turned them over, rolled his already short sleeves up so that his shoulders were visible.

        Nothing.

        I lifted up his shirt.

        Still nothing. I pulled his shirt back down.

        When a Demon marks their "master", the mark is never on the lower part of the body, so I don't even bother.

        The last place to check is his neck, but I can't check the back until he gets up, so I will have to get him up.

        "Michael, get up," I say. I have flipped over so that my face is facing his wings. He groans and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. I sigh. Really? I'm going to have to go through with this again?

        "Michael, get up."

        He groans again and tries to turn over, moving his wings in the process.

        "Michael! Don't move your wings! You'll kill me if you do!"

        "Sage? Is that you?" he murmurs.

        "Who else would it be?! Of course it's me! Now get up!"

        "Ok, ok," he mutters.

        He opens his wings and I let out a breath that I didn't know I had been holding. I stand up and walk to the end of the branch, looking out at the forest. I hear Michael stand up and turn around to face him.

        "Turn around," I say.

        "Why?"

        "Just do it."

        He turns around slowly and I walk towards him.

        His hair just covers his neck, so I have to lift it up to check.

        I make sure to not touch his wings, which are folded neatly on his back and lift his hair up with my fingers and see the start of what I think is the mark. I lift it up even more.

        The mark is there. Fully there and clear as day.

        The mark that a Demon -usually- gives a human is in the shape of that Demon's eye, and is the exact same color as it, too. That's what is on the back of his neck.

        He gave up his soul to me without me knowing. I didn't even know that was possible. I didn't even know that a Demon could mark a Fallen Angel.

        But it happened. It actually happened.

        This Fallen Angel is mine. His soul is mine.

        I took my hand away and sighed. He has no idea what he did.

        "Michael, I have no words for how stupid you are," I say.