Asmodeus

She smiled at him with the blood that was on her chin. He couldn't remove the knife for fear that she might suffer more pain than she was already suffering.

He should have just left when he had the chance. 

The king was barking orders but he couldn't exactly focus on them. He had run towards her as quickly as he could to catch her before she fell to the floor. She had been in from the moment that he caught her.

She looked content in a way.

He couldn't heal her. It never worked for her. He was an angel that couldn't change the thing that mattered to him the most, he told himself. That was some cruel fate, he admitted to himself. He had in fact tried at several points in time.

He didn't want to stop now.

He placed his hand on her stomach as he considered removing the knife all over again.

He could do this without the knife being removed

He placed his hand on her stomach, closing his eyes shut as an illumination appeared on his palm.