「Dιsςοrd」

「II」

Damien
The demon before me stands with wide, uncertain eyes as she sizes me up. Her fingertips curl over her bleeding palm, the almost-black blood slipping through her fingers and falling to the earth below. She's trembling softly, her dagger hand far from steady. My eyes trail over her form, noting the black quiver strap settled over her chest and the bow that seems to have disappeared. Under the strap she wears a grey, halter-style top with a hood that she has pulled up. Just under her bust the shirt splits down the middle, flowing out into a sort of cape that hangs to her knees. Black jean shorts peek out from the cape and she wears grey combat boots, thigh-high black socks covering the majority of her legs. On her left thigh sits the holster where her dagger sits, empty. I size up each weak point she has left open with her stance, noting how easy it would be to end her if I pleased. I can't help but scoff as I lift my eyes back to her questioning lilac gaze, partially hidden by the large hood that shadows most of her face. The confusion is wearing off and she's settling back into her soldier mentality, but there's something different about this demon. When attacking Ruth, the angel that now lays dead behind me, she made no blow to kill her. It had appeared she planned only to evade and escape, so I ended Ruth myself. Now my intents of killing this demon are fading slowly, replaced with small bits of sympathy. It is clear she has strayed from the demons' "relentless, no emotion" standard. We have that in common, not belonging to our worlds. So I relax my stance and sheath my rapier with a quick, smooth movement. This time she doesn't flinch and my grin widens.
"Sheath your dagger."
I say, lifting my hands nonchalantly.
"I have no intention of hurting you."
The demon hesitantly lowers her stance, keeping her dagger tightly clenched in her right fist.
"Why... why did you kill her?"
She whispers, eyes flickering yet again to the space behind me.
"She was weak."
I answer simply, scuffing the heel of my boot across the packed dirt. The confusion in her purple eyes grows, a soft frown creasing her features.
"You're an angel aren't you? Why would you kill one of your own?"
She inquires, shifting restlessly. I lift my chin, glaring down at her.
"That's a story for another day. How about you thank me and go on your merry way?"
I suggest, earning a slow nod from her.
"Why are you sparing me?"
She whispers, uncertainty lighting her eyes. I roll my eyes and motion with my hand before putting it on my hip. I remain silent, holding eye contact with her until she gives a small bow from her waist. She keeps her eyes on me, straightening with that prideful glare her race is known for.
"Thank you."
She forces out, sheathing her dagger hesitantly.
"Your welcome."
I smirk as I answer, offering a slight bow and flourish of my hand. She scoffs, straightening her back before she steps backward. As I watch, two huge wings sprawl outward from her back. I allow myself a moment to marvel at them, having never seen wings like these. They are feathered, but tattered. The feathers are mostly an inky black, the ones further in holding a blue hue. White speckles decorate her entire wingspan, reminiscent of a dazzling night sky. Before I can comment she bends her knees slightly, pushing up just as she forces her magnificent wings downward. The demon propels upward a few feet and I shout hesitantly.
"I let you live because we are the same."
She gives me one last fleeting glance before pushing upward further. She turns and glides away, disappearing quickly into the foggy air.

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