Devilish Detective ✅

I Hurt You

Chapter Thirty-One: I Hurt You

"Okay, do Angels fly or teleport?" I call out to Sam who has already taken his place on the bench once more.

He looks up at me, head inclined to the side as his violet eyes takes me in as though I am an absolute moron who cannot figure things out, but I refuse to feel embarrassed.

It seems like a pretty logical question to ask, because if they fly, why don't I see their wings? Also, it makes no sense that they would teleport because Angels are supposed to have wings... I guess.

"We fly. Why bother yourself with that knowledge?"

"Because I never see wings, nor do I see you hovering around mid-air then soaring the skies like a bird or something. You just disappear."

Sam barks out a laugh at my words and I cross my arms as I stare at him, a pout forming at my lips, but my expression only seems to serve him as a source of entertainment. He shakes his head as he finally sobers up, then he taps the space beside him on the bench and with a reluctant huff I oblige his silent request.

Sam turns slightly so he is facing me, and I cross my legs as I ready myself for a story that Sam doesn't totally seem eager to tell.

"Well, we do have wings, but your mortal eyes cannot see things beyond this realm. I can take a human form, but my wings are still divine and unless permitted by God, you cannot see divine creatures. Which is why you're incapable of seeing your Guardian Angels even though they follow you about all the time.

"I'm going to take a wild guess and say you see something like a distortion in reality or something of the sort." When I nod, he continues. "You don't see us hover and fly in the air because we're a lot faster than you creatures. I could circle this earth before you blink. I could fly to Heaven for a cookie and head back before you call out my name."

I nod because as always, he makes total sense.

"What's the colour of your wings?" I choose to ask him and he hums in thought for a moment.

"It's the colour of Heaven's gate under the radiant glow of Father's light. The brightest colours in the world. Your human eyes haven't ever seen it, so the closest would be silver with a tinge of gold. It's the most beautiful pair ever created." He smiles fondly, pride glowing in his eyes and I cannot help but mirror his expression.

I have never seen Sam look so proud of anything, so his wings must actually mean a huge deal to him. However, my smile drops when a thought comes to mind.

"How come you still have your wings, Sam?" I query. His smile drops and he raises a questioning brow at me. "I mean, the Fallen don't have wings, so how come you still do? How come you're still an Angel even though technically, you're a Fallen?"

"That's actually the smartest thing you've ever asked. Being around me is boosting your intellect." Sam beams at me and I spare him a small smile of appreciation for his semi-compliment. With Sam, I have to take what I can get.

His smile drops quickly and he furrows his brows as he hums in thought. He lifts a hand and runs his fingers through his hair, and much to my surprise, he isn't quick to provide a quirky answer. He doesn't seem to be thinking of the perfect way to phrase it either. No! For the first time ever, Sam looks like he is struggling to come up with an answer to my question.

Look who's outsmarted the Devil! I'm so proud of myself.

"I have no clue," he eventually admits with a shrug. Granted, I was the very first to be kicked out of Heaven, so the punishment most likely hadn't come His mind. Then again, it probably because no matter how bad everyone makes me out to me, God is stalling destroying me. I was His favourite creation once upon a time." He lets out a humourless laugh.