Chapter Ten: Golden’s POV: We Call Them Nightmares

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"Father stop!"

"No!"

"Mercy!"

"Mercy!"

"Mother!"

"Elizabeth!"

"STOP!"

Her voice was loud, panicked, and scared. At times, if he tried to rest and succeed in being able to ignore them. Yet today it seemed as though they had worsened and there was no trick in trying to ignore them. He could hear how she yelled and was pretty sure that the bed was probably soaked from sweat.

Lately, it was always soaked in sweat.

Those were her fears, ones that one day she would have to face alone. Ones that she would have to forgive herself for. He couldn't be the one to save her again, he had told her that earth wasn't as easy and simple as Heaven.

Everyone here needed to make the right choice to survive. Everyone here needed to work hard and at times make choices that would suffocate them. All because they didn't want to struggle or get the worst type of treatment.

Otherwise, they would drown in their own fear and give birth to the strongest anxiety that would keep them locked down. Most of them even made the worst decisions all because of survival. Some of them would willingly sell out their breathing than have to deal with the pain.

"NO!"

Letting out a sigh, he flung the blanket off him from the couch and headed straight towards the room. He was tired of the same thing over and over again. Tired of the screams. He had his own demons to deal with and this was not what he signed up for.

You shouldn't have saved her if you didn't want to face the consequences.

I rather have saved her than let a human find her and cause trouble where I live.

As soon as he walked into the room, he stopped and paid attention to her. Her body was shivering even though the room was warm and she still had the blanket covering her. The sweat that was gathered on her forehead, had fallen tributes on her pillow and had made its mark on it.

Her long hair had tangled itself up and he knew it would hurt in the morning to take care of it.

She needs a haircut.

He heard her groan loudly as though in pain and slowly stepped forward so that he could see what was going on. As soon as he was close enough, he noticed how they seemed to be a glow coming from her back. Squinting, he reached towards her and slowly turned her to the side, so that he could see what was going on.

The vacate area where her wings should have been was glowing white as if trying to repair itself. He could see the small markings of where the feathers seemed to be planting themselves so that they would grow again.

This wasn't possible. In fact, it was unheard of.

A fallen angel regrowing its wings?

Maybe He had finally granted her mercy? No. Something wasn't right here, and it bothered him. Placing her back onto her back, he quickly walked out and grabbed his necessities.

Heading straight to where he knew he could get some answers because he knew that if he didn't. He wouldn't be able to see the bullet coming his way and he was taught to always be five steps ahead so that he could save his own life. He wasn't ready to give it up for a fallen angel.

The doorbell was loud as he pushed it open to walk in, alerting the customers and employees of someone entering the place. Yet as soon as the employees saw him, they ignored him and went back to work knowing that he wouldn't be here for their services.

He greeted some of them and headed straight to the back. Passing the chefs and servers. Till he got to the one black door and pushed it open.

"I thought I told you all that I didn't want to be interrupted." He heard the grumpy man say, as soon as their eyes locked, he snapped his fingers and the woman that had been on her knees giving him head. Pulled away and hurried out of the room.

"I wonder what she would say if she saw you pleasuring yourself with the humans again." he teased as he took a seat and watched the man fix himself. "There's nothing to tell her if you keep your mouth shut."

"You know it's never me and what would I gain if I even told her," I said, giving him an innocent smile. His smile broadened when he heard the man grumble before snapping his fingers and having two glasses of whiskey appear on the desk. "How can I help you? Especially since I know you never like to visit."

"What do you know about fallen angels?" he asked blatantly not seeing the point of dancing around the man's mental state. He watched him arch his eyebrow as he took a sip from his whiskey and said, "They are angels that were either kicked out or chose to leave heaven. What more would they be to it?"

"Obviously, everyone knows that but have you ever heard of angels being able to return home or better yet once 'He' has cut of their wings that they are signs of possible regrowth?"

"There has never been that type of tale that has been told, if anything, angel wings are a rare kind of…gift. Though all angels can get them if it has been cut off especially by 'Him' with the bonus of the flaming sword? Then listen there will never be a chance of them regrowing or having those wings appear again. They might as well get used to walks or accept that they are mundane."

"Mundane?" I questioned, unsure of what the word meant. "Yes, Uhm, human or part of the living. It's an old term but I still enjoy using it." He elaborated.

"Oh, I see, what if… that 'fallen angel' starts having signs of a regrowth of their wings?"

The old man paused and looked at him from the side as if trying to read him. "Then they weren't really kicked out from heaven or they aren't really fallen. They were just taught a lesson. See it as… prison. They send you away so that you serve your time and learn your lesson and when they think you ready. They give you another chance to live with society. To be part of the world they separated themselves from."