Fallen Angel *Ghirahim x Reader* (Discontinued)

Chapter fourteen

When Ghirahim opened his eyes, he instantly saw (Y/N) standing next to him, he sat upright to see that they were both in the forest just a couple of meters away from the crumpled temple. (Y/N) just stood there, watching as if it was normal to watch someone whilst they're unconscious.

"Hello Ghirahim." she simply greeted. He released a small groan, his head ached as if he had a Goron hit his head. Holding her hand out, (Y/N) helped him to his feet. "Skull aching, feels likes it's breaking but it isn't. Envy didn't want you to get out, he cannot get you now. Out of grasping claws reaching to be you." Ghirahim sighed as he rubbed his temples to sooth the ache. 

"Can we just get back to the castle?" he questioned. There was a string of annoyance and tiredness to his voice. It was expected for one to feel negative after an encounter with a demon from the Fade. (Y/N) nodded and started walking down the path, away from Envy's distant, silence screeches. Lukewarm annoyance clouded Ghirahim's figure, leaving a trail behind him. It confused her but then again, she did not have a demon trying to steal her face so maybe annoyance was natural to feel? Did that mean it is natural for Ghirahim to feel that strange, warm glow in his chest sometimes? To her, it feels nice like a calm, softly dancing fire in Autumn. She glanced up and noticed that Ghirahim had continued walking whilst she just stood there, listing to things. She quickly caught up with the white-haired demon.

The minute they got back to the castle, Ghirahim made his way to the library but the female stopped him by grabbing his wrist.

"Are you okay, Ghirahim?" she asked with a small head tilt, Ghirahim tried to rip his hand away but her grip was tight. A sudden flare of raging anger boiled his veins and before (Y/N) could react, he charged at her and pinned her to a wall. His hands held her shoulders to keep her in place. (Y/N) kept her gaze low as her wide-brimmed, leather hat fell to the floor due to the impact, fully exposing her (H/C) hair. 

"Do me a favour and stop pretending that you care. I know that a Spirit of Compassion can sense emotions but are you actually doing anything because you care, or is it just being a spirit that makes you act like you care?" he spoke through gritted teeth. (Y/N) just kept her head low, the flaring red anger swirled around in him like a fire in a glass container, the loud song of anger was blocking something else.

"I do care for my friend. If I didn't, I would have made you forget and left when we first met." she replied, her (E/C) eyes peeking from under her fringe. Ghirahim's intense glare softened slightly. "Why are you afraid?" she asked. The anger had died but was replaced with another emotion. Cold, grey fear scraping his bones an freezing his blood. Muscles frozen from moving, heart beating faster. (Y/N) gently placed her hand on his chest, his muscles tensed under her touch. 

"Cold fear affects my muscles. I can't make them move to run. I can't escape it. Walls around me crumble from her, how can she do that so easily?" she looked up at his expression. Cautious, fearful. 

"You are afraid. . . of me. Why?" she could feel the grey fear spiral in his chest again. What was he trying to hide from her? Soft warmth sprouted slowly in his chest, trying to shine through the cracks in the walls around his soul. Before she could hear anymore, Ghirahim pushed himself away from her as if he was struck by lightening. Her skin felt cold when he pushed himself away, "Ghirahim, why are you so afraid to-" (Y/N)'s question was cut off as the Demon Lord vanished.

(Y/N) remained where she stood. Her hand slightly stretched out to where Ghirahim once stood. Dull, oily sorrow flooded her blood at his absence. A small frown pulled her lips. The soft warmth that would try and surface from him was nice, reminding her of a gentle swaying fire's warmth. She wanted to hear it again, feel the soft glow in her chest too. Placing her hand against her chest, she waited and listened. No beating, unlike Ghirahim's. A hollow empty pot that had not been used in years. Why did it feel awful when he pushed her away? A low sigh slipped her lips. Maybe he just needed space because of his encounter with Envy. Picking her hat back up, she placed it back on her head where it belonged then vanished in a small puff of smoke. 

It was difficult to be certain of how much time had passed. She decided to fill her boredom by going to the library. She pushed the large doors open to see the fireplace alive with flames and the Demon Lord sitting in one of the chairs. He didn't seem to notice her presence yet, maybe she should come back later when he is sleeping? 

"(Y/N), come here." he spoke. (Y/N) closed the door behind her and approached him. For a moment, he just starred at the fireplace, then stood up. His red cape was missing from his shoulders. He leaned against the fireplace, his back turned to her. "I wish to apologise for my behaviour. You didn't deserve my anger." he said, his voice was low. She could sense the strange warmth from his chest again, but this time, it was stronger, more louder.

"Ghirahim, I unders-"

"Please, let me finish." he cut her off quickly, as if he would not be able to tell her if he missed his chance. She remained silent, allowing him to continue. "There is something about you that I cannot define, and it infuriates me yet also intrigues me." he said, flicking his white hair slightly. "I can look into someone's eyes and know exactly what they are thinking and feeling. But I cannot do that with you. You are a mystery, (Y/N)." he pushed himself away from the fireplace as he spoke, turning his attention to her. The glow from the flames was the only source of light in the room. The soft light illuminated her pale skin, giving her (E/C) a gently glint in them. 

"The way you move. The way you speak. How the wind blows through your hair. The way your eyes can pierce through my soul. . ." he brought his gloved hand up to his chest whilst he spoke the last part almost to prove his point. "It is driving me to insanity. The mere thought of you is consuming me." Slowly, he started to approach the spirit, his dark eyes never leaving hers. She remained still as he did. "If you do not wish to be here anymore, I understand. I just needed you to know how you have effected me." he tucked a small lock of hair behind her ear as he finished speaking. (Y/N) listened to every single word he said. Each one almost glowed with the same song that swirled in his chest as he spoke. Slowly, she pressed her right palm against his left palm an brought them up, not holding his hand, just pressing it gently against his gloved one. Ghirahim watched in curiosity at what she was doing. 

"A lone cold soul wandered lost here. Trapped within the blade and hidden but they're fine. The flames that kept his flesh warm changed, they appeared in his chest now." (Y/N) spoke, her eyes locked with his as she listened to his chest. "She makes the flames stronger. She makes me weaker but then I'm stronger. She can heal me like no magic could. Warmth melts the cold fear faster than it can form, and I'm scared of it. I've never felt this before." her tone changed as she spoke, quickening in pace with fear lacing each word slightly. Ghirahim gently gripped her chin, 

"You don't have to be afraid anymore." he told her. (Y/N) glanced away for a moment.

"Ghirahim, if you held my heart, will it be safe?" she asked, her eyes peeking from under her fringe. Ghirahim smiled lightly, 

"Nothing shall damage it." he placed his lips softly against her forehead, pushing the brim of her hat up slightly. Once he pulled away, (Y/N) understood what the gentle warmth in his chest was. His heart breaking through the walls built around it to be with hers. For the first time in a very long time, (Y/N) felt a beat within her own chest. His lips met hers softly as he held her close, the warmth danced along their lips. Sweet, gentle passion sung lightly, blocking out all around them, leaving only the two of them together. (Y/N) pulled away lightly, a smile plastered on Ghirahim's lips as he kept his hold on her. 

"(Y/N), sing your song again, please." (Y/N) removed her wide-brimmed hat, placing it on the chair and laid her head against his chest. Light humming soon filled the room, concealing every other sound to Ghirahim. The humming gracefully danced around the room, the flames slowly took the song's hand and joined it in dance with the shadows that surrounded both of them. Ghirahim could not help but smile. She had shown him that some things were more powerful than loyalty to Demise, and with her in his arms, he was a servant no more.

Finally, the scene that everyone was hoping for is here. I am sorry for the long wait but thank you all for your support and reads for this story. I hope this chapter is good enough for everyone. Please, leave feedback and support for this story. The fact this book is nearly at 2000 reads is incredible to me. Thank you all for it. You people are truly incredible.