The Angel's Ðemonic Secrets

Chapter 4

Hello beautiful, there is a name that is coming up that I think will cause some confusion in how to read/ say it, so I will explain it. Bodvania-tora= bod (shortened phrase for body= bod) van ( as in the type of car) ia (said like eya, kind of like the word Pangaea which is usually said Pangaeya) tora (said as in the jewish torah). Bodvania-tora, I hoped that helped.
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Calisoro's POV

The Shape-Shifter finishes forming. It looks like mud hardening and forming features and colours. Its a man. He is about 6 feet tall, hazel eyes with a reddish tint, short black hair, medium coloured brown skin, and well built. 

He is wearing a tanned dark brown jacket with a black undershirt, black jean pants, black leather shoes, and a red dog collar that I didn't notice on his dog form. He smirks at me for a moment then has a care free look on his face with an easy smile. As if it was the most natural thing in the world but I can tell he is on guard, he puts his hands in his pockets and leans against the wall. 

"I ain't realised that you'all angels had such a distinct stench... So, why ya here again Mr. Angel? Oh,  and ya can relax, I ain't gonna do anything," he speaks with a very light accent but slurs his words and uses a very louse style of talking that takes me a bit off guard. His way of speaking dosent really match his appearance. I notice that my whole body has been slowly tightening and getting into a slightly lowered stance, prepared to lunge and ready for a fight. 

His comment about me being an angel, drips with arrogance and feigned politeness. And I try to forget his comment about angels scent. I slowly relax my body and stand up straight, "why are you here Mr Shape-Shifter or should I call you Harvey?" 

I say in a bit of a mocking tone with a polite smile on, not replying to his second comment. Hes one eye twitches a little when I say the dog's form's name. "Call me Bodvania-tora or Bodva for short. Ya'know its polite to answer first, when I's the one who's a asked first but whateiver. I'm Aurora's guide and pertector, ya's turn." 

He is very cocky and argent. But that answer throws me off, her protector? A demon? His answer confuses me so much that I forget that I probably shouldn't tell him everything. But, it just slips out of my mouth. 

"I'm her mate and she's mine," I know my face probably looks dumb struck from his response but I swear that in this moment his face looks even funnier. His mouth is wide open and his eyes are large with shock and a bit of alarm, I contain my laughter but when I see the bit of alarm in his face I am fully sober up. 

"Why is there alarm in your face? There is something you aren't telling me... Something I need to know? I can see it in your eyes," I say as I take a threatening step closer to him. He snaps back to attention and puts back up his stone wall poker face of aloofness. 

He response while getting off the wall to a fully standing position, "it's none of ya's concern..." He trails off with a thinking look on his face as his hand grabbing his chin. "What do'i do...? This complicates things..." He mumbles to himself looking like he doesn't realise he is saying things out loud. 

He looks back at me like he forgot I was even there, "well, see ya next time!" He waves at me as his body starts to turn to the mud like substance. Before I can say anything like 'stop' or 'don't leave' the mud falls to the floor in a pile. 

"Well that was a lot faster then it took to create the vessel," the dog slowly starts to form again. Its kind of fascinating to watch. The mud goes into the dogs original shape, then hair starts going out of the mud like dog. After all the hair grows through the dog, it looks like it did before. 

"It was interesting to watch but wow did that hair growing look gross and weird. I don't know if I can look at another animal the same way again, let alone a dog." I mutter while looking at the new dog. I little shutter runs through me, creepy. 

I look back towards my mates door, I want to see her. I think that the Shape-Shifter will stay out of my way this time... I slowly approach the door while watching out for the dog. It seems to be fine, so I grab the handle of the door, slowly twisting it open to make as little sound as possible. 

The door makes no sound, I walk into the room. It's bare like the rest of the apartment, with a bed and a little dresser with a few items on top like a hair brush and small radio, with a plastic laundry basket in the corner. 

I walk to the bed where I can hear her faint breathing and the occasional soft snore. She looks peaceful, a light blanket covering up to the middle of her upper arms. She has on a light blue tank top. She is laying on her left side and hair is covering the right side of her face. 

I'm so curious to know what's under her hair, she is deliberately always hiding the right side of her face. I sit on the bed in front of her, I try to sit as gently as possible to not wake her. Luckily, she just stirs a little but doesn't wake up. 

I very gingerly reach out my hand and softly move her long hair out of her face to her ear, revealing her right side of her face. I can't help the sharp intake of breath I take when seeing the hidden side of her face. She has deep red claw marks over her eye. 

From her temple stretching to her nose, it's a deep red coloured mark. It doesn't look deep enough to have scratched her actual eye but it seems it was done with something wide and dull and not a sharp thin tipped claw. However, it looks like a old wound, even though the scar is red. 

The skin around it looks normal and healed. For some reason I feel like this was done on purpose. The scar is very specific and concise as to not scratch the actual eye ball. If the eye had been scratched then the middle of the marks would be more sunken in. 

She must have gotten it a long time ago. But it seems like it opens normally, how odd. But, it looks like it might be painful to open her eye to wide. I must get some sleep too so that I can follow her tomorrow. I get up from the left side of the bed and walk over to the right side. 

I lie down turning onto my left side to watch her. Luckily I am a light sleeper so when she gets up it should be able to wake me. As if she senses my presence or my gaze she turns on her left side, facing me. 

Ahh how beautiful she is... I already love you and want to know everything about you. I don't even want to close my eyes to fall asleep but I know I will see you in my dreams. She sturs again, this time with a terible look on her face. 

She looks full of sadness, pain, and terror, she shakes her head a little and quietly calls out, "no... stop..." tears start to roll down her face, "please," she begs. I place my had on hers and rub my thumb lightly on her delicate skin, "shhhh, its ok," I whisper a few times quietly. She begins to calm and I wipe the tears from her face.

I feel the sparks of a mate, but something else as well, demonic magic. It is faint as though it is old but it is there. There almost feels as though... There is a seal on her mind. I probably wouldn't have noticed if not for the spark of its magic being activated. 

Humans that have seals on their minds tend to scratch at the beerier in their sleep to recover their memories or get rid of the foreign magic in their body. Which can then bleed the memories into their dreams. So many questions, and no answers. 

Eventually my body's want for sleep forces me to give in and close my eyes but not before I lightly hold her hand to satisfy my need to be with her, as close as possible. I can feel our bond growing a bit stronger... Ahhh, it has fully connected. I drift off with a smile on my face, my hand on hers feeling her warmth, and the image of her face in my minds eyes.

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