Chapter Thirty_Seven: Darkness: The Truth Serum

"Fallen angel, tell him, tell you aren't longer a fallen angel." She exposed.

Rose felt as though she had been knocked out. The very air kept for reservation knocked out and she couldn't seem to find a way to bring it back. She wanted to deny it but everything that the woman had said was utterly correct.

Though she had spent times lying to Aamon's face, it hadn't been easy because as soon as she was left alone she had to repent. She had to maintain some sort of innocence in case she left to return to Heaven.

It had been decades serving Hell but she missed her family truly. They meant everything to her despite her rebellion. She wanted to tell him to not fight her and to hear her out but she knew.

She knew that the one thing he resented more than anything was deception and betrayal. After all the years they had spent together, she couldn't have told him the most important thing in the world.

That her time of being by his side was long expired and the time to return home was long overdue.

"A-amon." She croaked when she saw the hurt that flashed in his eyes as though lightening. The very same look he had given to his own father when he had punished him for rejecting the very essence of his task. That pain of deception had seeped so deep into him, that it had made him a mute for years.

Who knew that he had depended on me in more than one way.

"They all leave you. They all soon disappear one by one and at times it's the ones we hope to keep that become the biggest traitors. The biggest deception. You feel the anger building, you feel it climbing to the top waiting to jump once it reaches the peak.

That very peek where everything makes the world seem small and you are finally big enough to be mattered. How does it feel Aamon? Son of Lucifer. How does it feel to be stuck in hurt and not know how to pull it out?

As though a black storm in the night surrounded by desert. You continually search for that little hope. That little reassurance. She was one of the little stones that you could see yet now as you swipe your thumb over it. You see the spark come off and you see it for what it truly is.

Nothing more than another spark of dust. " she whispered with a dark chuckle.

"Is that why you were punished?"

"Excuse me?" the woman questioned as she stepped back. Not expecting the question that was thrown away. "I know truth serums like you. You never beat around the bush because someone beat you. Someone made you dance to their tune and just when you got a hang of it.

They left you and found someone whose tune sounded better than yours. Whose moved allured more and they wouldn't stop staring. So you killed them by exposing everything you observed and everything that you deemed neccarsy as a weapon.

Bitter, you are a woman. Bitter you are. The pain has run so deep that even your blue flames can't see what's not meant to be extinguished." Aamon said bitterly as he pushed himself up. Annoyed by her and Rose.

"Don't reverse this. It will hold no effect especially since you are one that will go down in history. Your pain is the only thing that pushes you. Not the blood that runs through your veins." She remarked.

"I didn't deny it. But thank you. You gave me an idea of where the angel could have gone. After all who spends time with a being that only brings up pain and nothing else." I spat and turned to walk away. Done speaking to the damned creature.

"They will be your downfall!" she yelled and I instantly stopped. "They will be your downfall. Love will be the root but the hunger, the greed for hunger. It's the one thing that will keep you rooted in a plan that was never yours. And I see the very well of purity turn red with your blood.

I see your downfall." She spat.

"And I see the consequences of yours. Loneliness." I chuckled. "Thank you for the tip."