Bound

Fire

His eyes shot open quicker than an M-134 Minigun and Bahzae sat up, a dull thump sounding behind him. Of course, that was the least of his growing list of concerns. He'd been laid down on an old blanket on the floor in some kind of empty room. Dingy may have been the word that came to mind, and while the room is kind of gloomy, it certainly isn't drab. It's...blue. The kind of blue a parent would paint their child's room. Like a robin's egg blue, but far more gentle to a youth's eyes. The familiarity of the room's air made him quiver in his meatsuit. This room belonged to the brothers. The very same brothers he and his little Seraph buddy were possessing.

The demon stole a glance at the barred window and sighed. Salted iron. Again. He's not getting a break, is he?

He wondered where the thump came from and finally turned to answer that question, seeing the bleary Seraphim trying to wake itself up lazily, its meatsuit's red hair all messed up. The blue eyes were surrounded in red from crying. A yawn sounded from its oddly hoarse throat.

Bahzae's neck burned as if someone had poured holy water over it. He moved his hand around his neck and realized he was wearing an iron chain necklace of sorts that was treated the same way his chains were before. He also realized it had a little iron devil's trap on it. As far as he was concerned, Bahzae couldn't take it off, and his powers were nullified thanks to it.

He looked the miserable Seraphim over. It was crying again. It had curled up into a ball and wasn't moving, but he could hear the sniffles and incoherent prayers. He almost wanted to comfort the Seraph; it was taking all of this far worse than he was. So much for a warrior. Bahzae didn't even know why he was afraid of the damn things.

"Question: Who the fuck even are you?"

Teary eyes locked with his.

"M-my name is Luxnox..."

"Bahzae. I know what you are."

Luxnox looked him up and down.

"...And I you."

They stared at each other in silence for a moment.

"Luxnox is a mouthful. You're Luxie now."

"Oh...okay..."

"Or Nightlight."

A deep chuckle sounded from him. 'Nightlight' cocked its head to the side, continuously thinning streams of tears trickling from a single set of confused eyes until the streams halted. Bahzae had heard this particular Seraphim had six eyes to match its six wings and, interestingly enough, despite its supposed 'immense power', its true form was only about as bright as the burning ball of hatefire in Earth's sky. In a cold country. Slightly cloudy.

Luxnox literally meant night light to some degree.

And thus, "Nightlight." Bahzae smirked to himself. Head tilting intensifies.

"Why?"

"Your name literally fucking means 'night light' in Latin, more or less. You should've seen that shit flying at you a mile away."

A quiet 'oh' escaped from a set of soft, quivering, pale pink lips, dulling baby blues darting about the room and finally gathering the courage to lock with expressionless, dark, deep sapphires that bled into white dots on reflectionless blacks like veins in those eyes bursting.

"...Do the veins actually explode?"

"Why the fuck would that happen?"

"It...sorry..."

The door burst open and the hag limped in with a jar of sorts, a bucket of water, and a blindfold over her face.

"Show me your wings, angel."

Luxie shuddered and its eyes widened in fear. Why was it so scared?

"Show me your wings, angel. Now."

Flames burst from the Seraph's back, a set of six wings formed and the intensity of their light dulled as they appeared to have cooled. One smaller set hid its eyes, another its legs, and the middle set remained in a resting position.

The woman limped over and dragged the Seraph to the left wall of the room and poured the contents of the jar over its wings. She then took out a match and struck it. The demon's eyes widened.

She dropped the match onto the angel's wings.

The blood-curdling screech that sounded from the other left Bahzae frozen in place. He couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't think. All he could do was stare as the Seraph's wings were burnt off. As it scratched at the walls with its dull nails. As it cried out in pain.

When the flames had reached its back, the bitch had the audacity to just stare at it for a moment, then dumped the bucket of water on it, dousing the fire.

The Seraph wheezed and whimpered, coughing.

The woman clutched one of the burnt wings and snapped it. Like, the whole fucking joint disconnected and she just tossed it aside. The screech was deafening. She kept going and going until all that was left was the stubs in its back.

Then she ripped the wing stubs out of their fucking sockets.

The screams, oh creation, the screams.

Bahzae stared in absolute terror as the old hag simply picked up the bloodied wings and left, leaving a sad little first aid kit.

"Patch him up, demon. Or leave him to bleed out his vessel. I don't care."

The slam of the door and the telltale click of a lock sent Bahzae into action. The demon scrambled towards the dry heaving Seraph, the pained whimpers it made calling out to his very being. He couldn't say why sight of this holy being's suffering caused him so much distress. It's not like he was religious in any way before he turned. He technically wasn't even human before. Something close enough not to be sent to purgatory, just not exactly human. Still climbing the evolutionary chain before the angels came down and wiped everything out like it was worthless so God's little science projects had a place to live. Fuckers. He hated angels down to his very core.

So why did it hurt so much to see the sight before him?

Bahzae found the match and studied it. It could be used again.

Luxie shuffled, turning slightly to face him with tearful eyes, probably wondering what Bahzae was going to do.

"I'm going to cauterize your wounds and stitch them shut, in case you were wondering."

A set of now bright blue eyes with pure white pupils widened in fear.

"N-NO! No! It- I- It's fine, I can heal it on my...own..."

Its brows furrowed in concentration.

"I...I can..."

After a moment of looking like it was trying to force a fart, its eyes widened in a horrific realization. Tears flowed like rivers as it collapsed in defeat. Luxie's voice was barely above a whisper as it sobbed on the ground.

"I...can't..."