Ascension: A PL&DE Novel (SVTFOE Fan Fic)

Demon's Sixth Sense

Heyo, my loyal readers and peeps (love you all!) So this chapter is gonna be a long one (yay!!) and I would really like to keep this story going but I am really kinda pushing it right now. I still don't have my old memos recovered yet for this story but I was still able to find a way to keep it going and keep the storyline and flowing plot moving so, enjoy!

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The way back to my awaiting prison was silent and neither of us had said anything. As Noah and the other elderly angel had taken the lead infront, Star and I followed closely behind.

As we were walking back, she reached for my hand by my side and before I knew it, our fingers were entangled in one another once again. Her hand was sneaky and I knew she knew that if Noah or the other angel had turned around, for even a split second, they would see. Still, she didn't let go. And neither did I.

My wings skipped a beat and felt the need to flap and flutter but I knew flying would be too inappropriate for the current situation.

We were brought back to my cell and dried off with the towels we were given. I had mine slung around my neck when I was sure my hair was as dry as I could get it to be.

The elderly angel had ushered me back to my cell and was about to lock the gate behind me before Star had protested. "Wait," she said. "I need to talk to Marco - in private."

Surprisingly, he nodded and allowed her to pass, even leaving us alone, just like she had requested. When she was sure we were left alone, she began. "Marco," A slight pause stretched as if she ceased to collect her thoughts.

And when she gazed up with those angel eyes - damn, those eyes. Her fixated, holy stare could bring even the most deepest and darkest demon down to his knees. She could make him confess to all of his sins at once.

There was no way I could tell her that everything was okay.

"Just tell me right now. I just need to know. Do you..." Her volume had dropped low to nothing more than a whisper at her last words, almost as if she didn't want to ask or question her doubt.

"Star, I-" I don't know why but I couldn't make the words come. What if I said it and couldn't take it back? What if I said it and it wasn't true?

Still, my head fell hopelessly until our foreheads were laid upon one another.

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STAR

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His lips lingered again and, again, they disappeared. He stepped back and shook his head, staring at the ground.

He was so close, yet too far in his thoughts to close the extra inch of space between us.

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MARCO

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"I'm sorry. This is all wrong." And just like that, I had disappointed her again.

"What? What do you-"

"I-I don't know. I don't know how I should feel..." I stuttered more, searching for more useless words to say. "I mean, I really want to - but..." I covered my face in my hands and turned away, too ashamed to even face her. Star took this as a chance to speak.

"Marco, it's okay."

"No, it's not!" Through my hands, my words came out muffled. I could feel my throat forcing to swell and close up. I began choking on my own words and tears came out in a hiccup. "You're not supposed to be here. You're supposed to be... dead! But instead, you're here. Even after everything I put you through, you think you can keep coming back to me."