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this. My perception of him being invincible, now shattered.
“He is an angel, his human body will heal faster than what you are used to as a human.” He said struggling to stand up.
“How long?” Looking down at Blane, heart stricken. I had grown to care about this angel too much and too fast. Cuts running down his cheek, it did nothing to detract from his inhuman beauty. He was still the most gorgeous being I had ever laid eyes on.
Limping over to me, “I don’t see you holding me, being all concerned.” This time I wasn’t embarrassed or concerned about what he thought.
“Oh, get over yourself. Blane is hurt, and your upright and talking. So your fine.”
Smiling and shaking his head, “Lucky guy.”
“What?”
“Nothing.” Limping over, and slinging Blane’s arm around his neck, he started up the steps, Blanes feet dragging as he went. “Come. If he’s in pain, he might as well be comfortable while doing so.”
Reaching the top of the stairs he removed several locks, and punched in some code before the door finally opened up.
“I thought you were a demon ass kicker. What happened?”
“That wasn’t your run of the mill ordinary demon, sweetheart. I don’t know what you did, or how much power you have, but you have the worst of the worst after you.” He said, confirming my worst nightmare.
Sighing, for some reason this didn’t surprise me. Trudging up to the second floor, he continued on to the third.
“Where are we going?”
“Blane’s room. He will be better armed in his own room.”
Coming to a door, he concentrated really hard before opening it. Looking as we walked in, it had half a dozen locks and a number lock at the top.
“He’s not going to be happy about this.” Gabriel chuckled before laying him down onto a huge bed.
Looking around the room, it looked exceptional, but normal at the same time. It was a confusing mixture of personal items and items that looked like he was going to war.
The bed was enormous, with black silk sheets. The curtains were black and the room was completely dark. I had no idea what time it was. My eyes searching the room, the clock said it was nine p.m. “What is he not going to be happy about?” Trying to stay focused.
“You. Being in his room. Me. Being in his room. No one comes in his room.” Walking towards the door.
“Wait. Where are you going?” Turning, looking at him. His fancy shirt torn, walking with a limp.
“Oh sweetheart, miss me already?” Asking with a hopeful look on his face.
“Very funny.”
“I have my own assignment to worry about. If you need me, just call. I’m sure it’ll be a little while before another attack. The other demons probably assume the last one got a hold of you. It’ll be some time before they realize that the last demon is dead.” Turning and walking again, hand on the door.
“A little while? Exactly how long is a little while?” Hoping for years, months, hell even days.
Looking up thoughtfully, “I’d say hours, a day if you’re lucky.”
“Fantastic.” Sitting on the bed next to Blane.
“Wait.”
Now annoyed, “Yes human?”
“Is there anything I can do to help him with the pain?”
“No. Anything else?”
“No.” Shaking my head.
He shut the door still inside with us, locking each one.
“I bid you farewell.” He said inclining his head before disappearing.
“Wait. How do I call you?” I asked to late.
A voice ringing through the room, “Just say my name.”
“Should have known.” Looking around, creeped out now. Spotting a door in the corner, I walked over to it hoping it was a bathroom. Opening the door gently, now scared anything could pop out I was confronted with a huge bathroom. Flipping on the light, in the corner was a hot tub and sitting next to it was a standing shower and then all the other usual things you would need. Impressed, I walked to the sink wetting a washcloth to clean his face, and possibly look for any other wounds that might need
“He is an angel, his human body will heal faster than what you are used to as a human.” He said struggling to stand up.
“How long?” Looking down at Blane, heart stricken. I had grown to care about this angel too much and too fast. Cuts running down his cheek, it did nothing to detract from his inhuman beauty. He was still the most gorgeous being I had ever laid eyes on.
Limping over to me, “I don’t see you holding me, being all concerned.” This time I wasn’t embarrassed or concerned about what he thought.
“Oh, get over yourself. Blane is hurt, and your upright and talking. So your fine.”
Smiling and shaking his head, “Lucky guy.”
“What?”
“Nothing.” Limping over, and slinging Blane’s arm around his neck, he started up the steps, Blanes feet dragging as he went. “Come. If he’s in pain, he might as well be comfortable while doing so.”
Reaching the top of the stairs he removed several locks, and punched in some code before the door finally opened up.
“I thought you were a demon ass kicker. What happened?”
“That wasn’t your run of the mill ordinary demon, sweetheart. I don’t know what you did, or how much power you have, but you have the worst of the worst after you.” He said, confirming my worst nightmare.
Sighing, for some reason this didn’t surprise me. Trudging up to the second floor, he continued on to the third.
“Where are we going?”
“Blane’s room. He will be better armed in his own room.”
Coming to a door, he concentrated really hard before opening it. Looking as we walked in, it had half a dozen locks and a number lock at the top.
“He’s not going to be happy about this.” Gabriel chuckled before laying him down onto a huge bed.
Looking around the room, it looked exceptional, but normal at the same time. It was a confusing mixture of personal items and items that looked like he was going to war.
The bed was enormous, with black silk sheets. The curtains were black and the room was completely dark. I had no idea what time it was. My eyes searching the room, the clock said it was nine p.m. “What is he not going to be happy about?” Trying to stay focused.
“You. Being in his room. Me. Being in his room. No one comes in his room.” Walking towards the door.
“Wait. Where are you going?” Turning, looking at him. His fancy shirt torn, walking with a limp.
“Oh sweetheart, miss me already?” Asking with a hopeful look on his face.
“Very funny.”
“I have my own assignment to worry about. If you need me, just call. I’m sure it’ll be a little while before another attack. The other demons probably assume the last one got a hold of you. It’ll be some time before they realize that the last demon is dead.” Turning and walking again, hand on the door.
“A little while? Exactly how long is a little while?” Hoping for years, months, hell even days.
Looking up thoughtfully, “I’d say hours, a day if you’re lucky.”
“Fantastic.” Sitting on the bed next to Blane.
“Wait.”
Now annoyed, “Yes human?”
“Is there anything I can do to help him with the pain?”
“No. Anything else?”
“No.” Shaking my head.
He shut the door still inside with us, locking each one.
“I bid you farewell.” He said inclining his head before disappearing.
“Wait. How do I call you?” I asked to late.
A voice ringing through the room, “Just say my name.”
“Should have known.” Looking around, creeped out now. Spotting a door in the corner, I walked over to it hoping it was a bathroom. Opening the door gently, now scared anything could pop out I was confronted with a huge bathroom. Flipping on the light, in the corner was a hot tub and sitting next to it was a standing shower and then all the other usual things you would need. Impressed, I walked to the sink wetting a washcloth to clean his face, and possibly look for any other wounds that might need
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