Hell Within Heaven's Gates

8

Immane watched her, totally entranced by it. Why was Seraphine doing that? She didn't have to, and she was in pain. Damn angels being selfless. It was disgusting. You always serve number one.

She finished healing the wound and let go of Immane and held her gut taking a minute to recover.

Immane touched her stomach, "why'd you do that?"

"I was fixing what I broke, I told you I don't like knowing I caused damage to anything," seraphine looked up at her at the end of her sentence, still hubbled over.

Immane looked down at her, then pulled her tank top down, back over her gut, "thanks, I suppose."

She nodded standing up fully again, it was the least she could do for taking her out of that god awful cell. She walked over to the bed, sitting on it appreciatively.

Immane walked over to the bathroom door, "one, don't look under the bed. Two, don't run off because then you'll have to live with the fact that you caused me to be killed."

Seraphine nodded, she's wondering what could be under the bed. Her curiosity grew as she looked at Immane, waiting for her to go into the bathroom.

She opened the door and walked in, locking it behind her. Immane looked at herself in the mirror. Who was she becoming? 

Seraphine slid off the bed and pulled up the covers, looking under it. There was a rather large box underneath. On top of it was a small pile of ropes. She stared at the box and peeked over the bed at the bathroom before she slid it out, placing the ropes on the ground next to her. She had a suspicion of what this was, even demons have their playtime. She opened the box and her eyes widened at what was in it. Correct she was. She stared down at the dildos, strap on, cuffs, vibrators. Anything you could imagine, Immane had.

She stopped touching the box pulling back as if it had burned her. She looked up panicking. She should have left the box under the bed.

Immane opened the door to the bathroom, walking out. She rolled her eyes. She shouldn't have said anything about the box.

Seraphine pushed it back under the bed quickly and stood up kicking the ropes under as well. She gave Immane an innocent smile. Thinking about how screwed she probably is.

"Don't try to hide the fact that you looked," Immane crossed her arms, scowling.

"What are you talking about," she inquired. She sat down on the bed and hugged her knees to her chest. Then resting her head on her knees.. She gave Immane a small smile.

"You know what I'm talking about," Immane replied, sarcastically smiling back.

Seraphine shook her head, "I didn't look in any boxes, what even is a box?"

"I didn't say anything about a box. Interesting."

She stiffened and stopped breathing. "Shit," was her only thought. She just looked up at Immane.

Immane had her hands on her hips, "Angels aren't good at lying."

"Y-yes we are," she exclaimed, before realizing her mistake, no yeah, they suck at lying. They're built like that on purpose. Serving God does not permit lying.

"Prove it," Immane walked to her, not removing her hands from her hips.

Seraphine scooched back on the bed away from her, uncurling from her ball.

"Th- there's nothing to prove,"her voice cracked a bit, giving way to a slightly higher octave.

Immane continued walking to her, "really?"

She bit her lip, she's laying fully on the bed now. She was looking up at Immane, a bit of fear hidden in those blue eyes.

She leaned on the bed, almost getting on, "tell me, princess, what do you have to prove?"

"I- don't have anything to prove," she's lying to both herself and Immane. She's got so much to prove, just not anything that needed to be proven to Immane.

"I don't like lying," Immane was on the bed now.

"I'm sorry?"

She looked at Immane, confused as what was going on currently. Would the cell be better right now? Probably, she wouldn't be on a bed, with a demon crawling towards her.

"You heard me."

"I'm not lying to you, I have nothing to prove to you."

"Shame," Immane mumbled, crossing her arms.

She looked at her, confused. She didn't fully comprehend what was going on. Or even why she was conversing with a being who has hurt her, and angel-napped her. She should be uncomfortable, fighting to leave. But she's not, and she doesn't understand.

Immane stood up, off of the bed, no longer looking at Seraphine.

Seraphine rolled over on the bed to face the wall away from Immane to try and gather her thoughts.

Immane turned around to face Seraphine again, arms crossed.

"I can feel you watching.... what do you want," she snapped.

Immane doesn't answer, but looks up at the wall behind Seraphine.

Azazel walked down the hall, stopping at Immane's door. He knocked on her door.

"Immane, open up."

Immane jumped, and motioned for Seraphine to get on the other side of the bed, where Azazel wouldn't see her.

She got on the ground on the other side of the bed. She felt her heart rate pick up immensely.

Immane opened the door, "yeah?"