The Devil In Me

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The war of demons and angels had been raging on for more than a thousand years but died quickly with the victory of demons. 
The battle had been won by Kcalb killing the god of light and all good, Etihw. How he did it no demon would ever know. 
But as the angel's leader was murdered violently on the battleground, thousands of angels would be executed or taken as a selfish prize. Kcalb happened to have a few angels of his own, Gorora and Wodahs. Somehow, Wodahs and Kcalb were related, meaning that Wodahs was the only angel in the whole land to wander on his own.  

The war aside, there was a royal demon that sat pretty next to Kcalb. Yosafire.
A demon that didn't favor in the death of angels in front of her. But she had to deal with it. 

One day, as demon troops were pressuring angels in front of Kcalb and Yosa, one stuck out to the green haired demon. 
Beautiful blond hair, baby blue eyes, and an emotionless expression plastered all over her face. Yosafire felt as if her heart was stolen away from her. But her gaze was broken with a slap on the arm, making her whip her head to Kcalb and pay attention as he spoke to her sternly, "See anyone you like?" 

Her puzzled expression soon turned to a joyful smile, turning to the blond angel, pointing at her as her watermelon colored tail wiggled from under her, "Her! She's beautiful!" 

Kcalb seemed interested as well, placing a finger on his bottom lip as the angel looked up, her eyes seeming to pin onto Yosafire. 
"Take her off the others and bring her to Yosa. Be gentle with her of you'll get your head cut off." The devil said with a cruel, barking laugh. 

The guards chuckled along with him, unchaining her ankles from the other angels and seizing her forearm, taking her to Yosa. The angel didn't struggle. Yosa stared curiously, smiling as she glanced over to Kcalb, sort of biting her lip before she spoke up, "Kcalb... May I please take her to the garden?..." 
"The Garden?" The devil muttered back, a little annoyed at the question. 
"Sure! I don't see why it would be a bad thing... I'm sure she'd love to see all the pretty flowers we've grown."

The devil in return gave a grunt, looking away from Yosafire, "Fine." 

The demon hopped off her throne, gently grabbing the angel's cuffed hand and smiling happily at her, "Do you have a favorite kind of flower?"

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After a few minutes of navigating the long, black and white hallways, they both made it to the garden. The green haired demon was nothing but a chatterbox and the angel never responded... not even once to the demon.
"We're outside! Finally!! OOH! wait here, I see a flower that would look nice in your hair!" The demon rushed off, letting go of the other girl's hand.

The angel just stared as Yosafire went from bush to bush of colored flowers, picking bundles and bundles of blue, red, and white flowers bringing them right back to the angel, "Here, here! I picked so many, I know, but they're multipurpose! Here, sit down with me!" 

Yosafire pranced over to a black, metal bench, taking a seat as she stared at the blond beauty with a big smile. With the same emotionless look on her face, she walked over slowly, sitting next to her hesitantly. The demon carefully separated the flowers into different piles of colors, picking out eight of each color before speaking up in a happy chirp, "Okay! Pick out eight or nine of the colors you want! I'm gonna show you how to make a flower crown."

The angel gave a weird look before slowly picking up eight white flowers and blue flowers, setting them into her lap carefully. The demon then began to chatter onwards, weaving the flowers together quickly in an attempt to show the angel how to create a beauty of nature. The angel let out a little sputter of words as she tried to weave with Yosafire. 
This caught the demon's attention, her ears perking as she silenced herself, looking up to the angel with a bewildered look on her face.

"You can talk?" Yosafire said, leaning in with big eyes.

The angel blushed, turning away in rejection to the thought of her speaking to a demon. 

"H-Hey! Please don't ignore me! What's your name?"

The angel stayed quietly, her hands taking petals off of a few of the flowers. Of course, Yosafire sat back, clearing her throat before formally introducing herself, "I'm Yosafire! I can't wait till we talk more, beautiful!" 

The angel looked back, furrowing her brows together before muttering her name under her breath, "Froze..."