They barrel towards me, and I spring up, my wings helping me dodge their so many hands. I concentrate on not getting taken, zig-zagging from one place to the other. Loss is fighting them off, blinking from one spot to the next, his weapon glowing black like midnight. The sword cuts the creatures in half, or they lose a limb, black flames engulfing them. Something latches on my back then, and I cry out, fingers wrapping around my throat as I'm dragged down. Nonononono More hands grab my arms and legs in place, as they yank me down. Loss is in front of me, slicing the arms off of me. He grabs me, and I grip on the coin tightly. The limbs of the creatures twitch as the black flames eat them away. I close my eyes, and take a deep breath, letting the demon of me awaken. My wings are bigger, and the scales on my skin shine like a polished snake's. I look around, my eyesight now one of accurate aura reading. I glare and target them two at a time, ripping out their throats with my claw
The demons carry the bodies of Loss and Josie as they enter them into healing side of the castle, pressing hellfire stones on to their wound and skin. Their color is changing though at a quicker speed, looking more ash colored than anything. "The stones aren't working." one demon tells Lucifer, and he glares at the Enoch coin in his palm, a faint glow coming from it. "Those angels never know what's going on." Lucifer muttered, clenching the coin in his hand, as he ordered the other demons to bring in more hellstones, and to place it on all of the exposed skin they could. The demons nodded, placing them all over Loss, and Josie, and there was only a slight change in their ashy color. What are we going to do, Lucifer thought, these two were the only ones who had a chance to stop Asherah. Loss twitched in his sleep, his breathing becoming more labored. One demon placed his fingers just under his nostrils, trying to see if he could feel the
Everything feels off as I gaze at the demons that had tried to revive us back to life. My body has no aches and it feels like I've taken a long nap. Grogginess overcomes me, and I rub my eyes. Loss sits up looking down at himself, and then runs over to where I am, placing his hands on my face, and turning me this way and that. I slap his hands away, and he smiles, kissing both of my cheeks. "How do you feel?" Lucifer asks warily, dismissing the other demons. They bow, and disperse from the area. "I feel fine." I say, opening my hands and then closing them. "It's like sleep was all we needed to heal." Loss says, moving his arms up and down, as he stretches. "Well, something like that." Lucifer says, as he holds out the coin of Enoch, hand trembling. "This coin was activated by I don't know what, and then symbols appeared and settled over the both of you." We both stared at him as if he was crazy, but he sighed, handing the coin off to Loss. "I
I was only thirteen when I watched my mother die. She had been battling a mysterious illness that doctors couldn't pinpoint. They forced her to take chemo, treating it like cancer. And I was there for all of it. My father hadn't been a part of my life in a long time, leaving when I was just a baby. And I wish I could say it was great between my mother and I but I'd be lying. Moher had gotten on to me many times, screaming that I deserved to be place in the loony bin because I came to her each time I saw an angel walking next to a person. She thought it was cute at first, since I first started telling her about them when I was six. Seven years later though, I still told her about them, and about six months ago, she put me on a medication that "helped" the things I saw. I lied though, stating that there were no angels, which seemed to make Mother happy. Throughout this though, she got sicker, and sicker, huge bruises covering her entire body, and the left side of her
Tammy had fought the courts, as they tried to place me in a foster care home. She showed them a note that my mother had wrote before she had passed. That had helped a lot, the courts granting permission that I live with her instead of some strangers. Once I got settled into Tammy's house, I got to meet both of her kids, Sabrina, and her younger brother Sam who was fifteen. Although related, they were more different; Sabrina was a quiet, studious girl, whose dream was to become a nurse like her mother. Every other weekend, she was volunteering at a nursing home, or in her room studying. Sam was more of a rebel; he took more of the appearance of his father, having curly borwn hair, and dark brown eyes. He was always smiling, active in sports, and games. Though he didn't take school as seriously as Sabrina, he was always holed up in her room, trying to study for the big tests. I of course was the oddball out. Though I was grateful I could call this pla
This time around, I'm at the pool, only my legs in the water, enjoying the sun rays. Summer is almost close to an end, so I'm trying to enjoy it as much as I can. I close my eyes, the heat nice on my skin, my legs cooled off by the pool's water. I've been at my apartment for about a week and a half now, and though Tammy tries to come over almost every day, I tell her it's time for her to relax, and do some her time. She's been sending videos of herself going for walks, and enjoying the sun, and now when I see her smile, it doesn't look forced , or filled with anxiety. Since I injured myself, the angels fear me. They try to avoid me as much as possible, and their fear goes to the humans they're assigned to. They part from me as if I have a means to hurt them, and even after all the research I've done, I've come up with zero results as to why they would be scared of me. I've tried to accept it, but I'm always reminded of the fact, because I can see them every time I
"Get OUT!" I screamed, scrambling for my towel, and wrapping it tightly around my body. I could feel myself shaking in rage, my face flushed with embarassment. My visitor seemed unbothered, leaning forward as he stared at me, clearly bored. "Well, now you're boring." he said, and again I could feel the goosebumps spread on my arms, the deepness of his voice surprising me. Although I was fuming, I could now get a better look at the guy; he had inky black hair, that was messy, and fell in front of his red black eyes, skin brown with a strange gray hue. He wore a black button up with the sleeves rolled up, dark gray pants, and running shoes that were a mix of red and black. He clapsed his hands in front of himself, staring at me with a strange curiosity. I could feel the blush go from my face to my chest, my hand balled into a fist."How did you even get in here?" I demanded, seeing that the door was still closed and the windows unopened.The guy shrugged his shoulders, as if he was t
I was nearly fired. Waking up to the sound of my alarm, I was sure that yesterday was a dream. But as I got up to go to the restroom, I saw the plastic bags of the food that had been ordered, the sink filled with the dishes. So yes, everything that went on yesterday had been very much real. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, brushing the tangles in my hair as I slipped on a plain shirt, and grabbed my laptop. Logging in, I typed my employee I.D., and slid on my headset. The clinic didn't open until eight-thirty, but I still had to be there to handle the calls, and insurance queries. My focus just wasn't there though. It was on Loss, and his stupid remarks and his somewhat pretty eyes. I answered another call, trying not to lose my patience when a thirty something Karen called to complain about a vaccine that we hadn't gotten into the clinic just yet. She wanted to speak to someone, not me, not someone else. As we talked in circles, I could feel the l