Heavenly Darkness (Sebastian x Angel!Reader)

Memories

There's something hard beneath me, I can feel it. My body has woke up but I kept my eyes shut. This is the only time I consider darkness to be peaceful, I don't have to see what happened to me.

Finally, I opened my dead weight eyes to find myself in a dully lit room.  

Wait. Am I laying in a-

I looked down to see a coffin acting as a bed.

*Flashback*

My eyes instantly opened and were blinded by a bright light. They adjusted so I am now able to see my surroundings.

I sat up and saw my father holding my mother.
They're both sobbing.

"Mom." I called. "Dad. Don't cry."

They didn't hear me and continued to cry.

I tried again, "I'm here. Mom? Dad?"

"How could this happen, Charlie?" Mother cried.

"They'll find that bloody monster!" Father growled through his cries. "He'll pay for taking away our baby girl!"

What?

I looked down behind me and saw myself.
Laying in a coffin lifeless.

Dead.

*End of Flashback*

I woke up screaming and found out that I was in a coffin again. I stood up, forgetting about my busted ankle, and fell out of the coffin. I managed to sit on my butt and pull my knees to my chest, holding myself. I'm surrounded by coffins, my worst nightmares.

Or I should say, my worst memories.

Though I wasn't technically alive, my soul was in process of becoming an angel which means that my soul was still living when that memory happened.

A tear squeezed through my bottom lid and escaped, "My parents."

"Ehehehe! You're awake so soon?"

That voice!

The door opened and the grey haired reaper revealed himself.
The traitor himself.

"Oh." He looked down and examined my ankle. Since I have yet to examine the aftermath, I looked down too. It's black. Not purple. Not red. Black and broken. "It's alright, dreary. I have something that can fix that and take away all those cuts and bruises." A smile crawled on his face, "Plus that deep, scabbed wound will heal." He reached outside of the room and grabbed some sort of mug on a decorative table, "Here," he extended it towards me, "drink this."

I may be a tad bit naive, but I can tell that drinking that isn't a great idea.
I just stared at him thinking about how stupid he must think I am.

His extended arm drooped to a bent one and his face almost pouted, "You'd rather stay weak and wounded? It's not very good for an angel to be in this tattered state." His pout face turned into a demonic smile, "Especially if an angel is being targeted by a much stronger demon already."

A soon as he finished that sentence, I came back with, "Why are you working with him?"

"I have my own plans and he has his."
That's the same line the demon used!

"How are they related?" I pushed the questions.

"Did you want to be an interrogator when you were human? You're awfully stern with your questions, however, your broken appearance makes me want to laugh. It's like you're all bark and no bite." He's taunting me. B- no angels are too superior to fall to cursing. "I leave this mug right here." He placed it on a coffin closest to the door, "If you want all the marks from Mr. Butler to be gone and that ankle to heal, you just have to crawl your way over here and drink it all. That claw mark will scar and until then, you won't be able to spread your wings." He turned and walked out, but not before he made a last statement, "Good luck, flightless angel."