Demon's Angel ~ A Contestshipping Story

Chapter 2

The Sun finally set and, moonlight started filled the Demon's chambers with its soft, pale glow. The Demon sat up and threw his legs over the side of the bed. He stood and stretched, extending his midnight black bat-like wings. Still half asleep the Demon threw his normal clothing on—black pants and a long sleeved black shirt—and walked over the door.

A snoring sounding came from a door with three small beds. The Demon rolled his eyes and threw the door open. "It's twilight! GET UP!" He yowled. As he walked off, there were three sleepy groans. He smirked, continuing down the stairs.

"Hello, Master," a boy about 13 with dark green—almost black—dirty hair and bluish skin greeted. The Demon nodded to him, and opened his mouth to stay something when a suddenly, powerful pulse of energy knocked into him. He stepped back, his head whipping towards the direction of the pulse. "Did you feel that, Master?" Without missing a beat, the Demon darted out into the night, leaving the boys blinking. "Okay. Tell me what it was when you get back, Master." He called, but the Demon was already out of sight.

Whatever had caused the pulse was strong—very strong. He could tell it the caused by the powers of Hell itself, not any Demon. So, it was either Hell itself opening up a portal, or the only being that would make such an entrance. But why would the Devil be here? He could think of no real reason less than The Devil wanted him to return to the city—something the Demon would prefer not to do.

He landed in the center of the forest that sheltered his home. The pulse had come from somewhere around there. He whipped his head around, waiting. If it was the Devil, he wouldn't stay hidden long. After a few moments, the Demon concluded that it wasn't the Devil that caused the pulse. Then the Demon's ears heard the wonderful sound of a being groaning in pain. He grinned with a demon-ous pleasure.

The sound of a soul in pain was one of the best sounds he'd heard in awhile. The sound of the pain he would cause this lost soul was sending excitement up his spine. He chuckled and walked towards the sound. "Come out, little soul. I wouldn't hurt you." He lied smoothly. The being groaned again. He pushed aside the branches of a bush and blink in surprise. "Not a lost soul, but close enough." The Demon leaded down and scooped up the wounded human.

May felt like she'd been run over with a truck—thrice. What had happened? May forced her eyes open. Before her was a boy about her age with emerald green eyes and hair, two elongated pointed elf-like ears, small fangs peered over his lips, two small horns on his head, and a twin set of black bat-like wings. A Demon, she realized with a start.

"You're awake." He stated.

"You're a Demon," May retracted from him as far as she could go in the couch she was on.

"I'm impressed, most human's wouldn't get that on the first guess," He said, looking her up and down.

"Human? I'm not a human! I'm an Angel!" She snapped. The Demon look at her with doubt.

"Really, now. I've seen a lot of Angels, and all of them had big, silly, pigeon wings. You look very much human to me. A very tiny human, with an anomalous, very strange looking face. But, I suppose you're slightly attractive, if I turn my head and squint." The Demon cocked his head as May's face went red. "Hmm, I thought Angel's couldn't get angry." May glowered at him. "You don't like me, do you?"

"What was you're first clue?" She growled. The Demon laughed and reached forward to snatch a lock of stray hair. May flinched away from his touch and swatted his hand away.

He laughed again, and pulled his hand away. "You really should get use to my touch, my little 'Angel'."

"Why should I?" May snarled, turning her body away from him and crossing her arms over her chest.

The Demon smirked. His arm shot out and gripped her arm. May promptly tried to free herself from his grasp, which she found to be impossible. "Because, I own you now."

"You do not!" May snapped.

"Actually," The Demon pulled her to him so their eyes met. "I do. You're in Hell, now. And any human or Angel—especially a Wingless one—in Hell is free game to any Demon who finds her, and I found you. Thus, by Hell Law, you're mine." May winced away from him as much she could. Hell Law? She knew a little about it. She didn't know that—if she did, she would have never left Heaven even for the young ones.

"How do I know you're not lying!" She barked.

"Because, it's a law in Heaven too. It's an agreement—Although I think it was just used to stop foolish, little, Wingless Angel like yourself from stepping into Hell." May frowned, she never knew about this 'agreement'. It had to be a lie, that was the only way. The Demon shrugged, releasing her arm. "Whether you believe me or not is your choice. But, I do own you now. You can't get away. Heaven's about million miles or so away, though a lot of Demon cities—the capital if you want to go straight there actually."

The Demon was very amused by the look of pure dread on the Wingless Angel's face. Some Demon's specialized in physical torture, whereas he and many other more powerful Demon learned a much darker art. Pricking at the little things that gave life, hope, and happiness to beings. The Wingless Angel looked like she was about to cry, but, as appealing at the thought of making this fragile soul weep was, he had to check up on his servants.

"Well, my little Angel, I have things to do." He stood up. "So, make your self comfortable. Leave the room if you wish, but don't leave the walls." Just as he got to the door he paused and looked at the Wingless Angel. "Also, my name is Drew."