Devil || m.c

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1.0

We silently (most of the time) made our way to her room, for some reason. I ignored the jolting pain in my back, because "it will be cured," as Angela promised.

When we finally arrived, I had no expectation to what a room would look like in hell, so I found a simple, tidy room with a pair of shoes on the side of the bed placed in one corner and a clothes basket next to a door that obviously leads to an en suite.

The theme colour of the room was maroon, more like the wine-red type. Her duvet was black, so were the plush pillows on it.

"Okay, sit down at the edge bed but face the wall."

I hissed as I attempted to sit in the right position, then Angela came over and placed her cold hands on my back, as I shuddered from the cold contact.

"Relax," she said as she put her hands back and slightly rubbing my back, inching nearer to the places where my wings were. Goosebumps appeared on my skin at the soothing contact.

"Okay, you have to be calm, and please don't freak out and try to stay still."  She ordered. I replied with a small 'okay'.

She then placed both her hands on both of the patches of inflammated skin, and I scream in pain.

"Shhh, it's fine. Calm down, Mike. Please." She kept telling me soothing words, as I actually found her cold hands on my burning skin calming as the pain subsidized. The throbbing was soon enough gone and her hands were warm.

Bewildered, I move my shoulders and surprisingly, there was no pain. There was no throbbing and no heat. When I turn to thank her, she fell with a thump at the end of my bed.