ℂorruption➼ Devil Louis & Dark Angel Niall

❉ Chapter 6 ❉

Ok, can I just ask, when did I get about 100 reads and more than 20 votes oMG WOW CURRENTLY SCREAMING AND I JUST SLAMMED ME LAPTOP ON THE TABLE AND IM DANCING LIKE A FUDGING MANIAC MY MOM IS GIVING ME WEIRD LOOKS ahaha....

i need friends.

...Cute as a button every single one of you.

~

The heavy, emphatic roar of thunder was the cause of my wake.

I gasped when I jumped slightly on the soft matting underneath me. My hair was tangled. My legs were bare, but strangely warm and comforting to the touch. I could feel no pain, yet I felt numbness on my body; not in my heart.

In my heart, I felt nothing. And to me, numb and nothing meant two entirely different things.

I rumbled a groan at the back of my throat as I struggle to sit up, and gazed around the large room.

Where was I?

As my eyes adjusted to the dim atmosphere surrounding me, a lump was formed in my throat at the silhouette I faced.

The creature had its back to me.

Yes, creature.

I definitely would have called it a human if it weren't for its large span of wings occupying what back the creature had, and beyond. They were black, soft feathers hanging off the sides while the wings fluttered accordingly. The creature stared out of an elongated window at the human-like trees carrying what dull, grey leaves there were left, and the terrifying howls of wolves were heard with every crackle of the fire.

Once again, the thunder cracked, and I jumped at the shock. The light it formed radiated an eery look at the creature, and I couldn't help but sit up even further.

The bed creaked terribly, and I winced.

And still, the creature didn't turn to even acknowledge me.

Biting my bottom lip apart, I turned my head to observe what objects I was surrounded by:

beautiful oak tables, marked obviously with the sharp edges of a knife, and the soft imprints were delicate, unlike the feeling of this room.

The ground was freshly polished, and at the end of the room, and where the creature stood, was a fire.

I never noticed the tray of food next to me until I smelt the fresh, newly baked bread. My hands shook as I scrambled and grabbed for the food, and I shoved it down my mouth, groaning in satisfaction as I lay my dizzy head against the soft pillow that supported me.

Seconds later, the creature chuckled, barely audible. Its shoulders shook. I paused as it turned to me, and when I saw its face, eyes, hair, I froze entirely.

The Angel.

Niall.

I blinked rapidly at the sight of him. The brunette matted the sides of his head, fading into a much lighter color at the quiff. A black T-shirt and black pants adorned his torso and legs, and he appeared dark and mysterious. The wings, however, were what worried me.

He was the angel my grandmother told me about.

Except, she never mentioned the darkness in him.

A smirk crept to his lips as he brought my out of my faze, and he stepped closer, so I could see him entirely.

"You know, Scarlett," he began darkly, his eyes holding something peculiar; something I'd never noticed from the start. "I've never met someone so deviant."