Morningstar

Chapter 27: Creation

Damien

"No!" I shouted feeling my chest ache, I had no control over this dream, no control over my actions or movements.

She screamed out, pleading for me not to, I watched her eyes meet mine with horror before I pulled the trigger. Her body went limp in my arms, lifeless.

I shot up off the couch, my breathing was racing rapidly, I couldn't steady it my heart.

Fuck. That felt so real.

Bella!

Looking to the bed, I noticed her sitting up, her fear clear, her hands rubbing her throat as she met my eyes with trapped tears. "Bad dream?" She asked me.

God, it's so good to see her alive. My Bella.

I gave a small nod, "A nightmare." I corrected while she dropped her gaze to Cerberus who seemed so sad. He got up and got off the bed, laying on the couch and giving me a short side ways glance.

Something tells me it's not him doing this.

Bella stood and went to the window, pushing it open and letting the cool night breeze in. It felt so good, I let out a small sigh, moving my feet off the couch to sit up and stare at my sweaty clothes.

Pulling my shirt off, I tossed it to the dresser sitting back and shutting my eyes. I let the cool breeze run over my body, calming me.

"Damien?" Bella's sweet and soft voice danced into my ears, I opened my eyes and stared ahead at her. She was sitting on the bed with her knees to her chest, holding them and staring worriedly toward me.

God, she's so precious. I thought you always kept the perfect ones up there with you? So why did you send her down? Why not keep her as an angel?

I watched her bottom lip tremble a bit, "C-can you sleep here?" She asked dropping her gaze to the bed.

Oh Angel Darling, don't ask such things of me. Please.

Her eyes moved back up to me, the tears welding up, clearly ready to slip but it probably took her so much force not to. I've never slept beside anyone before, even Cerberus can't sleep on my bed. Yet here I am, rising to my feet and walking my way to a bed with a virgin who I haven't ever fucked.

This is entirely uncharacteristic of me.

I watched her wipe a stray tear and give me a gentle smile, "Thank you." She said laying beneath the covers.

Lifting the blanket, I slid under the covers and laid down beside her, pulling the blanket up to my waist, letting my chest still cool off from the heat of that nightmare.

Bella turned and ducked her head, shutting her eyes as she curled beside me.

She fell asleep a bit later, I watched her trying to remind myself this wasn't as creepy as it seems all the while I knew it was.

'You think she'll be okay?' Cerberus whispered from the couch as he watched her nervously. I gave a small nod, "I'll make sure she is." I promised.

He gave a nod and laid on the couch staring at her as he slowly shut his eyes falling asleep.

"Gaia, God of all, I may be born, damned into Hell, but I hope when I become the Devil, that I may visit her in heaven. Even if for brief moments. I know you'll want her back." I said softly, reaching down and brushing Bella's hair back.

My father wants her soul, I suppose if I win, I can cast her from Hell. Then Gaia will surely take her in. Or I'll have her live out her 'sin' as a guest in my castle before I send her up to heaven.

Either way, angels don't belong in hell.

"Isn't that right Angel Darling?" I whispered while running my hand over her head.

Shutting my eyes, I let out a heavy sigh, tired of this long and exhausting day.

Gaia

He rested beside her, I'll have to admit the idea of my proudest creation beside his heir irked me at first.

He's nothing like his father though, and he proves that each day with his actions. His humanity is what deciphers him between his idiotic father.

"What should we do?" Michael asked as he watched the two, He was just as curious as I was.

When I created the persona of Bella, I had her a strong willed beauty with an overbearing need to help the lesser. I created her to see the light in the darkness and the beauty in the ugliest. It's no wonder she's so close with Satan's son.

"Nothing. We'll let it play out."

That's all we can do right? One thing Damien was right about is that she does not belong in Heaven now.

And oddly enough, he does not belong in Hell.

Maybe they're right where they belong.

I leaned forward, giving her body a small nudge, watching her lay over his chest. His eyes shot open and he gave a look of horror, complete worry, and his heart raced.

Michael gave me an accusatory stare, "Now I won't interfere." I lied watching him roll his eyes, "You said that about Nefertiti too." He's right, I did.

I shrugged, "I don't know, I suppose I'm a bit interested in the outcome myself." I admitted finding it amusing that a girl born and raised on a false god would be with the son of the man who created those false religions to piss me off.

And oddly enough, there's Azazel, the little pestering bastard. He's honestly a roach in the world, and I can't seem to rid him. Even I lost control, honestly I've got bigger worries anyways.

Someone's been trying to hide the children he promised me.

That man, I created an entire place of existence to banish him from my life and yet, here he is, pissing me off.

Heading out to the gate, I shoved the gates open, "You damn liar!" I shouted watching as the seven woman quickly flailed, running from his stupidly naked body.

Satan grinned and sat up, "Oh well if it isn't my favorite woman." He said standing as his wings expanded over the room, dragging behind him. When I made him, he was my first male, the very first, and I hoped he'd be a proud creation but he failed me entirely.

I can't help but admire the beauty of the creation, but his heart lacked, and his words weren't attractive. His mind was a selfish and greedy place, and I learned from my mistake.

He was the only one who's wings were made black, spanning beyond his body, the only one who's tail and horns existed.

Nonetheless, I created a monster.

"Where are they? You promised they'd all belong to me, and yet here I am, asking for the ones you've been hiding." I relied coldly, watching him glance back at me and then Michael before sighing, "Fine." He muttered.

Smart decision.

"All the children are mine Satan. All of them." I warned while he gave a nod, "I get it. Geesh." He sighed.

Idiot.