Devil || m.c

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1.1

I tried to carry her and place her on her bed, and I successfully do with no pain in my back.

She wakes up instantly and I can feel her sharp, warm breath on my lips due to the close proximity.

"A-are you okay?" I stutter.

She doesn't reply, but keeps shifting her gaze from my eyes to my lips. We stay in silence for a while until a loud bang was heard in the hallways of the castle Angela lived in.

She pushed me up and said, "Quick, hide in the bathroom," and I oblige.

I lock the door to the attached washroom as her bedroom door opens.

"Hey, little bitch." A nasal voice said as I wore my shirt.

"What do you want, Dionne?" Angela says, quite harshly.

"Daddy- I mean," she disgustingly giggled, "your daddy," giggle again, "wants to talk to you and your angel."