From The Depths Of Hell

Chapter Twenty-Six

Ok.  This is the second to last chapter. I know I originally said it would make 30 but honestly, I really don't see the need to stretch it out because there's pretty much nothing left to encounter but the things which will happen in this chapter and the next one > 

So.

                                                    From The Depths Of Hell 
                                                                  [ManxBoy]

Chapter Twenty-Six:

“You silly boy” A voice coaxed me awake as fingers were delicately run through my hair. I managed to open my eyes to see Kalona sat on the bed looking down at me with a soft-featured glance. His usual dark eyes held specks of light reflecting off of them as his long blonde hair ruffled in the light breeze which swept through the room. I was back in the room Gabriel had previously put me in. The healing room.

I couldn’t help the thrill of seeing him sat there with his beautiful wings perched at his back as he looked as healthy as can be. I opened my mouth, feeling the pain due to its dryness but managed to croak out “You’re awake”

With a soft sigh he returned to gently running his fingers through my lengthy black hair which was the only thing that remained from the Beast. I saw concern etched into his face as he was mentally preparing to say something. “Snowdrop, you could have died back there” he said bluntly which made me roll my eyes.

“But you’re healed” I whispered and he nodded with a grateful smile, “Yes, and I’m truly thankful for that but your life holds much more meaning than mine. You are the favoured son of Lucifer and the only one who can successfully beat St. Michael up”

I looked into his eyes which were filled with thought. I took his hand from my hair and slipped my fingers through his and gave them a squeeze. “No matter how people portray me I will always see myself as the little guy who has an unhealthy obsession with GTA and who wants a normal life, out in the countryside somewhere where he can get away from everyone he dislikes- which is a lot of people.”

I noticed a puzzled look on his face when I mentioned GTA but he disregarded it and focused on the other points. “How could you return to normality after seeing all the things you have seen?” he asked seeming genuinely curious.

“Well I may not have to, since when this is all over I’m marrying you, so be prepared for centuries filled with nagging and whining from your bride.” I gave him a smirk. As soon as I said that I felt a pang of guilt because Ebony’s dying face flashed through my mind.

I went to sit up but Kalona placed a flat-hand on my chest to keep me down. I glanced at his hand then to his face. “You’re too weak to be doing anything right now so remain laid down” he ordered flatly but I obeyed because I could tell he wanted to bring up the topic. I couldn’t even comprehend what might be going through his mind right now.

“I read the documented reports on what happened when you infiltrated the cells they were all being held in,” he started, staring off into the distance but I could see the pain slowly etching its way onto his face. “Ebony was always a proud woman so I know that she would rather we remembered her as she was before she was tortured than the state she was in when she passed.”  Even though he was trying to reassure me I knew he was trying to mainly calm himself down but I don’t think it was working because his teeth were clenched together in bottled up rage.