Wicked Obsession

38.

Monday, August 5

Harry twists his body trying to force them off of him but one of them shoves a finger inside Harry's wounds. His eyes have long lost their color but even his demonic rage isn't enough to fight the exhaustion of his body. One kicks Harry's legs from underneath him, two begin to detain him, another slams their fists into his face, and the last starts kicking him repeatedly.

My hands act of their own accord as I reach for the tall lamp beside me and then before I can talk myself out of it, I'm swinging at one of the demons that are on top of Harry. He tumbles over and the other four turn to pounce on me but stop suddenly. They can't harm me. I quickly take advantage and shove my way towards Harry who lays in a bloody heap on the floor. I throw my body in front of his protectively and possessively, like I have seen him do countless times for me.

His hand curls around my arm, trying to force me backward but I shrug him off and glare at him. "Stop. If anyone is ever going to kill you, it will be me. You're mine and I'm not done with you yet."

"I agree with you on all accounts Miss. Whitman but I will not allow you to be hurt for me or in my name. Not again." He smirks up at me but the seriousness in his eyes in unwavering.

"I won't be hurt." I say, looking away from him and towards the demons now standing a few feet away from us. "They won't do shit. Leave. Now."

They seem hesitant to follow my command but after a second, they file out of the room and close the door. As soon as we are alone, I turn to Harry and choke on the air in my lungs. His nose is bent in an odd angle and there isn't a sliver of his skin not coated in blood. I look into his eyes helplessly, unsure of what to do or how to help him. Fuck, I don't even know how either of us will make it out alive. I have just betrayed Lucifer and father or not, he will not be happy.

"He won't harm you." Harry says sternly. I swear he can read my thoughts, I need to remember to ask him. If we make it.

"What can I do?" I ask, trying to keep the pleading out of my tone.

Harry grunts and lifts himself from the floor.  Unlike last time, I assist him so that he can sit agains the wall. I remain on my knees, sitting back on my heels, in front of him so that we are at eye level because that is what we are-

Equal.

His dark deeds do not exceed my own and I am capable of just as much evil as he is because all demons were humans once. I can't hide from the darkness inside of me but with Harry by my side, I can control it and come out a better because of it.

Because of him.

I need him.

I need Harry.

He reaches out and strokes my cheek tenderly before gripping the back of my neck sternly. Those emerald eyes bore into me and I am incapable of looking away.

"Nothing. When Lucifer comes in here, take his deal. Give him my necklace. I keep my promises Aurora and I will find my way back to you."

"That's not good enough." I snap. "I want to be with you now and if I can't have that, then we go down together."

He clenches his jaw but his eyes remain soft as if he cannot believe the words coming from my mouth. To be honest neither can I and the more I think about it, the more my mind tries to talk me out of my actions. My distrust of him and everyone around me is threatening to choke me, whispering every insecurity I have so that I will do what I have always done: survive and rely on no one.

Harry must see the war raging inside me as he stares into my eyes because he sighs heavily which causes him to flinch. "I can't let you do that for me. I don't deserve it Aurora. I was going to use you."