The Beautiful and Divine

Chapter Thirty-One: Let You Down

Qaphsiel Erebus's P.O.V

Waking from the long sleep, opening my eyes I'm meeted with Ezekiel's soft mask. For a few minutes everything that previously happened fades away, letting me enjoy the moment for a couple seconds. All past wrongs rush back, filling my heart to the brim with pain. Zek's body is forever scarred, the trauma may not have marked his frame. I know it has tainted the mind of such a pure soul, it makes me sick thinking of those obscene actions.

Fighting back the anxiety inside my chest, I slide out from under Ezek's arms. A small groan escapes his lips, placing a kiss onto two of my own fingers. Setting them onto Sir Ezek's forehead, I roll onto both knees. Hopping onto my feet, I stand over his sleeping form with a heavy sigh. Walking outside the tent, my body carries me over to Edward's hut. Entering it, I'm met with his very sleep deprived self.

"Whats wrong?" I whisper, marching over to Ed.

Sitting on the place next to Ward, I scoop up both of his palms in mine. The frigid skin meets with my warmth, I feel so terrible for him as well. Ed may not taken part in the heinous acts but it's worse because he had be a witness.

"Edward please say something." I plead, "If you can't speak just squeeze my hand." I suggest.

The grip tighten slightly, sweety rubbing my thumb over the twin's knuckles.

"I am so sorry you had to see that, no one should have to." I purr, tears form in the boy's green eyes.

"Don't cry please." I whimper, letting go with the Styles' paws.

Wrapping both arms around the poor oldest twin's shoulders, soon locking him into a deep hug. Loud cries squeak out of his mouth, he returns my desperate embrace. Holding our bodies so close nothing can part us, closing both eyes we just comfort each other. Edward's warm tears soak the shirt I wear, he only nuzzles deeper into my neck. The cuddle lasts for ages, it doesn't bother me either.

"Let it go Ward, just let it out." I keep a soft tone, moving up one hand into the eldest twin's long almost black locks.

Massaging Ed's scalp in a nurturing way, his arms criss cross behind me. Keeping the back of mine captive, laying my head onto his.

"Morning guys." Mr. Ezek's morning voice disturbs, I look up to him.

Remaining in the hug, I rub the oldest sibling's back.

"Morning. Can you give me and Edward a moment?" I ask, "Yeah." Zekiel nods.

"Thanks." I return, "No problem." Kiel exits.

Leaving the two of us alone, sniffling more Mr. Styles leans back.

"Sorry." Sir Ed whimpers, his voice weak from crying.

"Why are you apologizing? Ward you were just a victim of circumstance, just in the wrong place at the wrong time." I reassure, "Not to make this sound bad but I'd rather witness it than have to hear it from the sufferers themselves." oh honey.

Clutching Sir Edward into another hug, I whisper tons of apologies and 'thank yous'.

"You didn't deserve any of what happened, nor did Ezekiel." Mr. Ward tells, I start crying.