I had alot of questions I wanted to ask him. Needed to because there was no way I was uprooting my life with no explaination. And I think he saw that look in my eyes, because he gave me the run down on what was going on with everything. There was a war brewing and it all started wiht a missing demoness princess. She had allied with the fallen angels, and even some halflings (the offspring of humans and angels) that were wanting revenge on the angels. "There's something corrupt going on over there in Heaven as well." Loss commented, and he disappeared before reappearing. "I got you some tickets, I think we should move south from here as they're going ot try to stay away from the more south regions." he said, as he began to pack up my items, materializing a suitcase from thin air. "Why are they attacking though?" I asked, feeling my eye twitch a bit. "They got tired of waiting and decided to take matter into their own hands." he replied, and honestly, I got their vi
My eyes flash open, and there's a pain in my chest that makes it difficult for me to breathe. Using muscle memory, I yank down the glove compartment, and search desperately for the blue inhaler I keep stored in there. Nothing but papers, and straws are in there, and I press the palm of my hand to my chest, trying to apply pressure so I can breathe better. Warm hands touch me, and I flinch, wheezing a bit. It's Loss, and last night's events crash down on me, and he looks confused and concerned. "Inhaler..." I gasp out, and his face changes as he places his warm hands on under my breasts. A rush of warmth heats up, and I flinch away in case it gets too hot. But it doesn't; it stays the same heat, and gradually, breathing becomes easier. When he see the lack of strain on my face, he removes his hands. "Are you okay?" he asks, tucking a strand of my hair away from my face. "Yeah sorry, I had a asthma attack. It started because of my nightmare..." I trailed off, th
Loss must have heard the noise I made, because he was inside the bathroom at once. When he saw me dazed, and looking at nothing, he dashed towards me, slowly pulling me away from the wall. I didn't realize the hot water had turned cold, but my teeth chattered, and Loss wrapped a giant fluffy towel around me, squeezing the water out of my hair. That little action made me realize that I was cold, and very much so; shivers went through my body, and I clung to the towel as I tried to re-heat myself. Loss sensing my sudden movements, took a deep breath, and then the whole bathroom was filled with warmth, and a strange smell of smoke. I felt myself relax, then sniffed my arm in case the smell of smoke was on me. It wasn't thankfully, and Loss reached around me to lift me up and carry me. I protested, trying to move from his grasp, but he shot me a look, and I relented, muttering curse words to myself. We made it back into my room, and I waited for him to place
I felt like I couldn't breathe, the wheezing sounds coming from my harsh breathing. I felt that I was flat on my back, Loss's hands pressed on my face as he tried to make sure I didn't choke on my tongue. But I was hot and Loss was an open flame. I pushed him away, struggling to talk. My tongue felt fat, and lazy, and I wondered if I had bitten down on it. Loss is saying something, but the pounding in my ears shuts him out. And then suddenly the heat expands to the center of my chest running down to my belly. This calms me, and I begin to breathe slowly, and evenly. My tongue doesn't feel like a giant sponge anymore, and I sit up, the world swaying a bit. Loss is there again, and he helps me up, careful to not touch me as much in case I freak out again. He tenses up, and I look up at him confused. Since meeting him, I've never seen Loss get angry. He was calm, and collected, sometimes teasing. But there were flames dancing in his eyes, and his teeth greeted as blac
I am not strong. Those are my thoughts, as I lug Loss into the back of his car. He's so big, he just barely fits into the backseat; I have to bend his knees to be able to close the door. Once inside of the driver's side, I blow the hair off my face, shaking hands struggling to get into the ignition. I start the car, and peel out. I have no idea where we're going, but far from here sounds pretty good to me. We're in Tacoma, Washington, and it's about to snow. I have the windshield wipers going, and I'm driving at a much slower pace. People behind me start to honk, but I wave them off to go around me; I'm not about to risk my life for the sake of others. Loss doesn't wake up, though he does snore so loud, it vibrates the car. And on the plus side, he emits heat, so I don't even have to have the heater on. I decide that the best place to stay would either be a hotel or motel. The events of today have exhausted me, and I rub my dry eyes. When my stomach growls,
As I sleep, blue fog turns black and red all around me. The background is nothing but blank space that's turning gray. I take a step forward, noticing a form sitting on the ground, back to me. As I near it, I place my hand on the person's back, feeling the heat from him going into my hand. He turns, a perplexed expression on his face. "Loss!" I say, throwing my arms around him. He seems surprised, as he hugs me back gently, the flat of his palm sliding up and down on my back. It's a comforting touch, and I bury myself deeper in him; Loss is someone safe. "Josie? Are you okay?" he asks, pulling slightly back as he tries to get a good look at me. I don't know what he'll see if he does, and I feel myself shrink away from his gaze. "Is Amon dead?" he asks, and I shake my head no. He takes a quick breath, but says nothing. "I stabbed him with the holy stone." I said, and instantly Loss grabbed ahold of my hands, staring at my palms. I felt my fa
We both get up from he bed, and Loss uses his item manipulation to bring me some of my stuff. He can't do too much magic though, as he is a bit weakened from the holy stone. I asked him what would help him heal faster, and he responded with 'the souls of the damned.' I didn't know if he was joking; his face was somber when he told me. We headed out to get some food, Loss taking0 his wallet back from me. He tugged on my braid, since I had just finished with a shower, and I felt a lot cleaner. Since it was starting to get cold, I'd slipped on a beanie, and a thick coat that covered me from head to toe. I didn't wear gloves, as Loss's hands were always warm, and I found myself holding on to his. This isn't a date or anything like that, you're just holding hands with your guardian demon, I thought to myself, blushing. Loss looks at me strangely, but I shake my head not wanting to explain it. He lets me be, though, escorting me to the passenger's side of the ca
Amon has a crazed look in his eyes, and I can feel my heart about to tear out of my chest. I'd thought after the fight, he'd want to go another round with Loss, to have the chance to humiliate him. But his eyes are focused on me, and I watch in horror as he dives down to me. It occurs to me that Loss hasn't moved an inch, not the car, and he hasn't even started the vehicle. I turn my head to scream at him to go, but he looks...frozen. Did Amon freeze time? The vehicle suddenly sounds like the metal is being shredded from the outside, and Amon yanks me out, grabbing me by my neck. "If I kill you while you're still like this, you'll die forever." he sneers, and I can feel his hand tightening around my neck. My eyes are starting to lose focus, and I feel so weak as my hands try hard to break his hold on me. How pathetic, I think to myself, I never once backed down from a fight or was losing quite this badly. That's when my foot connects with his lower stomach, and his eyes widene