Halos and Horns(Demon!Thomas Jefferson XAngel!Reader)

Chapter 53: Comfort

Thomas steadily held you in his arms, feeling your slow breathing as your chest bobbed up and down. He walked up the stairs. Leaving that horrid place eased him a little. He didn't want to have his mind plagued by what he had done to James and what they had done to you.

"What do we do now?" Maria questioned, arms still hugged around herself as she was unsure about what to do.

"Get your daughter and meet me at my house."

"Alright." Maria opened her wings to take off.

He didn't want to risk lingering in Hell after killing James for too long but you needed urgent care. True he would face no repercussions since murder itself was not taboo nor illegal, but there could be servents that were loyal to him that desired vengeance. Self-righteousness was a nature that could not be killed even in death.

The lucky addition he had with his house in Hell was that it repelled those that were not welcomed. In a way, it was a protective barrier. Hence why his house had not been scavenged by the denizens even after years of being abandoned.

With it being uninhabited for years as a result caused dust to develop. The house would have been spotless had he not freed all the souls he owned before living in the human world. It made no sense to keep them tethered. He wanted to give them a fresh start, letting them leave and to who knew where. They could be in Heaven or Purgatory after he helped them escape Hell or roaming the Earth until they found peace. They no longer belonged to him and had the freedom to do what they wished whether it be for ill or good. He hoped they were well regardless.

Thomas took off in the sky; he kept you close to his chest while he did so. He didn't want the wind to bother you too much. That and you were extremely exhausted. You were safe in his arms and that was all that mattered to him.

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Thomas arrived at his home, opening the door with one hand miraculously. As soon as he entered the candles' wicks were ignited, lighting the entire mansion. After closing it he walked upstairs to his old bedroom.

The room was large with golden decor and paintings. On the right of the bedroom was a glass door that led to a balcony. His room had a fireplace with a lounge chair and a sofa rested nearby. It could have been considered a living room if it wasn't for the bed.

He carefully rested you down on the bed. He took off the bag that had your wings and placed them on the nightstand. Then he sat next to you with a look of concern. Your skin was paler than the last time he saw you, hair disheveled and still matted with dried blood, clothes dirtied, and eyes still red and puffy from crying. You looked so frail in his eyes. Like a rose made of glass. No doubt you used all the energy you had to escape.

"What did he do to you?" Thomas muttered to himself.

Whatever James did was gruesome, Thomas hypothesized, considering the amount of pain he felt while searching for you. He was thankful that you were an angel otherwise you may as well have been dead.

He was glad to have killed James Reynolds. One less evil in the world. Yet, Thomas couldn't help but wonder would things have been different if he killed James before you were taken. He had many opportunities but refrained, wanting to prove he was better than him. Had he gotten rid of him beforehand maybe you wouldn't have been gone through so much pain and torture.

Thinking of what that demon had done to you sickened and enraged Thomas even more. He wasn't going to lie to himself; he gave James too much of a quick death. A death that was not satisfactory to smother the burning hatred he felt for him. He wished he could turn back time and make that monster suffer more than the first time.