Chapter Twenty-Seven: Angels x Darkness POV: Darkness is power

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Knowing where this was going, she began to try and fight back. "Get your hands off of me," she said harshly. As she struggled, trying to re-adjust her body that way she could find a way to hurt him.

"Oh lookie here, we got a fighter, I like fighters. They always rough and yet so tigh-" she slapped him when her hand slipped from one of his grasps. But when she had slapped him, he tightened it painfully, making her cry out from the pain. He looked back at her with a snarl, showcasing his disapproval.

"I don't tolerate violence." He said with a twitching eye as he tightened his grip again. making her cry out loudly from the pain, she would have marks if she were to survive. She would remember him because of this if she were to survive.

She didn't want to be alive at this point.

He hit her head hard against the wall twice and then threw her onto the ground. She cried painfully as she began to feel disorientated by his actions. She felt him tug at her legs when she tried to crawl away. She kicked him weakly and all she got from him was a laugh.

"It's always the goddamn fighters." He laughed as he got down on his knees. She could hear the sound of something metal and she was too scared to look down at him. She just wanted out, wanted far away from him and far away from this state. "Mercy please," she cried as she looked up at the dark sky.

Her tears blinding her as she still struggled with the man. No, she wouldn't die like this, she wouldn't dare. But then all he did was tug at her hair and hit her harshly. She was seeing stars at this point. She was seeing everything flash before her eyes and before she could cry from the pain.

She heard something ruffling but was too weak to look towards him. "Wait your fucking turn," she heard the man snap. "Help…" she whispered and right then she saw someone come from the direction of her head. She heard him say… "…sometimes I wonder why humans exist…" and the crushing of something that she thought was a bone.

She heard a loud scream, a loud cry and she tried to drag herself away. Slow or not. Trying to get away was the aim. She just needed to get away, that was her motivation. She saw someone stop before her, she slowly looked up and saw a woman dressed in tight black clothing.

"Such a beautiful angel…" she whispered and right then her body gave out.

"I'm surprised she didn't kill him," Alie murmured as she looked at the fallen angel that had passed out at her feet. "She probably feels way too guilty. Maybe she thinks that if she doesn't do what she did before. He will let her in again." Aamon said when he drew close to them.

The body that he had left weakly standing made a loud thud sound and he knew that the human was dead. "Did you kill him? Or hurt him bad enough?" she asked as she looked behind me with curiosity. I gave her a curious look and threw something at her.

Catching it, she looked at the fragile organ in her hands. It was still warm and for some reason still beating for a few seconds before stopping. She smiled before taking a bite out of It and stepping back. He was used to her sudden changes and within a second, gone was the pretty look of an innocent girl.

There before him was the face of the very man he had killed. Yet there were a few changes, his eyes were dark and his hair was dark. "When she comes to, you better not have that façade on. You going to traumatize her." I advised. "You talk as if we are still going to be around when she wakes." She said, giving him a weird look.

"You know very well that we aren't allowed to make contact with her, we are just supposed to watch. You are growing too attached to the fallen angel and you don't even know her." Alie said as her façade disappeared. "I never grow attached, what would hell say if I even considered it," I muttered as I got down and carried her up.

"Hmm, if you say so, where will we leave her? You know that she has no permanent home." Alie said. "I have an idea." He said. Both their black wings came out and they were instantly in the air. Heading the direction, they knew all too well.

Pain.

It vibrated throughout her body. Her wrists hurt and her head continued to buzz. She didn't know how to send away the ache yet she wanted it to stop. Reaching to the side, she tried to feel for her phone but when she couldn't feel it her eyes opened wildly.

Remembering what had happened to her.

"Relax… relax." She heard and turned to see her mother and father. Her mother seemed to be tying something to her wrist whilst her father watched her from the other side with worried eyes. "Another dream…" she muttered.

"No child. This was also real." Her mother said softly. "Where did you go and how did you end up back here? especially with all these cuts and bruises. Markings as if you had been at war. Even your head has marks. You told me that earth was good and better from what you knew in Heaven. This doesn't look like it is." she went on.

"Daughter… what happened?" her father asked carefully. He reached out to touch her and she slightly flinched before his hands could reach her. "A man…" she whispered. Her mother took in a deep breath and her father closed his eyes. "He didn't succeed and I don't know how I got here," she whispered.

"Rest…" her mother whispered and instantly she could feel her body relax. Everything calming itself without hesitance.