ℂorruption➼ Devil Louis & Dark Angel Niall

❉ Chapter 18 ❉

U N E D I T E D

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I sighed. My hand knocked against the door gently before I twisted the doorknob, and I inhaled shakily before opening the door and shyly peeking in.

"Hello?" I called out quietly, however, there wasn't a reply. Not even the sound of footsteps, a shower running or the muffled sound of voices.

That look the Angel had given me when he stood outside his door earlier on was terrifying. It truly was horrific, the way his eyes narrowed and his eyebrows furrowed together, but it meant something else. It was a signal for me to follow. I was obliged to follow his orders, it seemed, and I was curious as to why he, of all people, would have interest in me.

"Should I come in?" I asked myself quietly before deciding for myself and pushing my body in, closing the door gently behind me. My back lay flat against it as I sighed, and I pushed myself off before shuffling against the marble floor of the large lounge.

Everything was in pristine condition. Glass objects appeared new, and flat surfaces had obviously been dusted, if not, untouched.

"Oh my," I whispered in awe, admiring the large leather couch by a round, transparent table and the simple, but marvellous paintings that were framed in silver.

However, I reminded myself that only months ago, I had been admitted to the Angel's bedroom. I couldn't remember a lounge being anywhere near it.

Sighing to myself, I finally mustered up the courage to yell, "It really would be appreciated if you could answer me, you know."

Still, no answer.

"Unless you're dead, or hard of hearing. These are exceptions, of course," I muttered to myself, rolling my eyes.

And as if on cue, the sound of glass smashing rang through my ears.

"Holy fucking shit." I heard the sound of a hand erupting against a table, followed by a low, frustrated grunt.

I followed the noise, only to meet another door, this one slightly smaller, but with the same engravements dug into it. My hand slowly pushed it open, and I gasped at the sight, my reflexes pulling away automatically as I hid by the door.

Such I weakling you are, my subconscious laughed at me meekly, and I dropped my head momentarily in shame.

Seconds later, I gritted my teeth in annoyance and dug my fingers between the fabric of my sheer dress.

"I hope, that in the time you'd spent with your mother in the past, that she's taught you it is exceptionally rude to spy on others." A voice, laced with a thick accent of which I'd never come across, trickled lightly down my spine. It caused me to shudder profusely, and the cold sensation it offered my body was horrifying, to say the least.

My ears couldn't register a sound behind the doors. Silence dominated the rumbling of my hungry stomach and breathing. But, when something light brushed my shoulder, I yelped and flinched away, smashing againt the small table on the other side of the door as I fell.

My fall had coincidentally caused my body to collide against the door, leaving me to squeal in shock. And as I hit the door, it swung open, only to reveal the bored face of a tainted Angel and his marvellous wings.

And as if he were waiting for me to pick myself up, he leaned against the counter of what appeared to be a bar as he rested his elbows back against it.

I was beyond embarrassed as I lay clumsily on the floor, dress hitched up to my bare knees.

I wasn't expecting the Angel to speak, let alone help me up, and it appalled me to no end, even as I saw it coming.