Demon's Angel ~ A Contestshipping Story

Chapter 5

May stared at the ceiling of her dark room, trying to freeze her spinning mind. Would she ever get home? What will the Demon do to her? How is her family? Those were just some of the question racing in her mind. She rolled on to her side the back again. There was no way she could sleep in the middle of the day! May groaned and sat up.

"Well, I guess I could explore…" May tiptoed out of the room. As she past the room Timble said was Laramie, Moe, and Yippee's room, the sound of snoring come to her ears. Peeking in, she saw the three zombies fast asleep. They looked so cute and child-like. Not like all the legends she had been told about by the elder Angel's about the horrible undead beasts that could tear the flesh from your bones in under a second. Then she remembered the sound of bones crunching she had heard and shuddered. Walking away, she saw the darker black door. After the pomegranate seed incident, what Timble had said about chastisement, and the tone of the Demon's voice when he told her about dieing before sunrise, she really didn't want to see what he would do to her if she broke his rules.

Turning from the room, she walked down and soon found her self in the rose garden. The roses had closed up—hiding from the sunlight. "Even the flowers here are demonic." she sighed, touching the nearest black bud.

"Ouwch!" She jumped back, holding her hand. A small stream of blood where a hidden thorn had pricked her flowed from her palm. "Demon flowers, great." May healed her palm.

"You know what they say, something the most beautiful things are the things that hurt us the most," Timble told her, plucking the flower that had pricked her.

"Timble? Shouldn't you be—"

"Hiding from the sun like a shadow?" Timble twirled the bud.

"I was going to say sleep," May muttered.

"Shouldn't you?" He responded. May blushed. "Besides, I've been around long enough that I don't need sleep." Timble handed her the flower.

"How long have you been around?" She asked, following the zombie towards a bench.

"I was alive in what the humans call the mid eighteen hundreds. I died from some disease or another that was running amuck through the world at the time. The Master rose me about 10 years later and I've been with him ever since," Timble told her.

"How old is the Demon?" May spat the last word like an acid.

"Err…really old. You see May, the magic that holds zombies together has a time limit. Zombies can only live about 600 years after being raised to the living—un-living really—world. The Master has risen two before me. So I guess he's about two thousand years old of something like that. He doesn't like to talk about his past," Timble explained.

"How, he doesn't look that old." May said.

"Of course not. Unlike Angels, Demons don't know when they'll when their ability to age slows way, way, way down. It has something to do with a power level or something. The Master reached that power level when he was only sixteen—and he's only aged about two, three years since then. Most hit that level when they are about twenty-five or so. Angels, as I hope you know, stop ageing about thirty…or something like that." Timble shrugged, boredly picking as his nails.

"Um, Angels always age slowly. At thirty we stop ageing for about seven million years—in which time we can have a family and such," May explained.

"Hmm, really now. Tell me more," Timble said, though he wasn't listening. May glanced at the zombie to see Timble twisting his severed pinky-finger with his thumb.

"Why did you…" May cringed, pointed at his pinky finger.

"Huh? Oh, I thought I saw some dirt. It was just…well I think I crawled away, so I'm not sure," Timble set his finger back in place, and to May's amazement, it healed in seconds.

"Wait! Why didn't, Laramie do that early!" May asked.

"May, there is a difference between taking off a finger and a bone jetting out of a leg," Timble told her. "It would have taken a while to heal—that and since she doesn't have as much power as me."

"Cause she's younger than you?" May wondered aloud.

"Naw, it's cause she's not near the Demon that rose her and the others. You see, The Master and I found them. We have no idea who rose them or why he would raise three children. But we just assume the worse…though that might be because we are the residences of Hell."

"The worse…" May racked her brain but couldn't come up with an reason why someone would raise three children.

"Raised them for…play things. Whether the reason behind that was for sexual or beating we're not sure," Timble told her.

"Why would someone do that to children!" May cried.

"May, Demon's spend years learning to do hurt souls, why wouldn't they keep some children around for practice?" May shuddered.

"What do they say about it?"

"They don't remember anything about it. Laramie's the only one who remembers their human life—which is how we know they siblings—and even that's hazy." Timble stood up and started off. "Also, if I were you. I'd try to get some sleep. The Master and the others are nocturnal, so you better start to become a creature of the night as well."