Fallen Demon

Chapter 9: Lavana

            I was suffocating as the demons wrapped a cage around me. It was a net that was smothering out my flames. I screamed out at the darkness. I could hear their whispers as they began to shrink the cage on me.

I glared at Diana through it all as she simply looked at me. My wings were barely keeping her up. Her body was splattered with silver blood and I felt no guilt for it. She looked at me apologetically and it made my powers snap out into anger.

How dare she show me guilt? She wasn't sorry for what she did. All she did was abuse me and use me and she dared to show me that face? If she had the chance, I know she would have done it again. I wanted to slap that look right off her face.

Everything in me paused as Darren went to wrap his arms around her. There was surprise and fear on her face as she snapped out of her thoughts. I felt something cold click around my wrists but I ignored it all as focused on Darren's disgust filled words.

"Hurry! She's dangerous!!"

My power pooled in me as Darren tried to pull her out of the area as fast as possible. Diana kept looking at me with that damned look. Distress flashed across her face as she let Darren pull her away. I stretched my arms out in front of me and glared down at her. Diana's eyes went wide as my power surged to her. I was focused as I forced fire to slam into her shoulders causing her to scream out from the burning pain. The demons recoiled away from me when they saw the action.

"I will kill you," my voice sharp and poisonous as the promise fell out of me, "No matter where you go, I will find you and then you will truly see the powers the skies and earth have dared to give me. You will never be safe from me Diana. Never."

Diana's face full of pain and fear as Darren picked her up and flew them both away. I stared at where they used to be as my powers settled and my anger turned into nothing but a mess of tears. I could feel the powers around me fall apart as they realized I was no longer a threat.

Angels screamed at the demons, as if though they were somehow the ones to blame when they couldn't even look in the mirror to see the darkness in themselves. I wanted to be an angel, didn't I? It was what I wanted but it was taken from me. Or was it just something they told me to be? Why had I never questioned it? I didn't know what to do. Darren always called demons monsters and disgusting. He had been my friend but he didn't even hesitate to abandon me despite knowing me.

I raised my head to look around at the mess of it all. Rubble was still settling as angels continued to scream. My wrists were linked together with a chain. The demons were scared of me too but unlike the angels they were trying to do something, anything, to calm me down and stop the attack. All the angels did was shout and run.

Horrendous, dangerous, monster, disgusting... The words hurt more than they could ever know. They were the cruel ones but in the end, it didn't change the fact that I was supposed to be one of them and yet I wasn't. Would I have become such a cruel unforgiving thing if I had become an angel?

I didn't know anything anymore. I was so confused.

"You're quite the spitfire, aren't ya, sweetheart?" a deep silky voice shattered my thoughts and made me stiffen in confusion.

The second I felt a hand on my back, I whirled my linked fists at them and pushed myself away. I startled as I started to fall but I forced my leathery wings to keep me up. I couldn't fall. Not now or ever again. I need to keep myself up I had to. It was the only thing I could do when I had nothing.

"And quite strong too," the demon used his thumb to wipe away blood from his lip.

His golden eyes scanned me from head to toe taking in all of me. I didn't know how to feel under his gaze. My head throbbed as I tried to place those oddly familiar eyes. I shook away the feeling as I glared at him.