[h3][color=f6989d]Emiko Lexi Fae[/color][/h3]
I heard the Demon speaking, although I could not make out the words. He did not sound like he was angry, in fact his tone seemed to hold more sadness and worry than any other emotion. [i]How did it come to this?[/i] I thought to myself, in the growing calmness of my mind. I felt my wound closing, just barely aware of my body, my slowing heartbeat and shallow breaths. [i]I can't allow myself to fall asleep, I can't let myself die like this...[/i]

I felt warmer now, and I grasped the feeling and forced myself to take deeper breaths. [i]Warmth... The fire...[/i] I forced my breathing to cease, to shock my mind. I continued to manipulate my breathing until I was able to open my eyes, until I could see the now darkened sky above the camp. The warmth from the fire had helped me regain control of my thoughts, and my base physical functions, now I needed my hope back. I focused on the distant stars and forced my breathing to be deep, as if I were asleep, reciting my prayer under my breath. 

[i]My first prayer, the one that made me an Angel.[/i]

In my vision, the stars seemed to flicker out one-by-one, and the area around me faded to nothing, until I felt as if I were floating in the midst of a never-ending sea of night. All I could hear were my own thoughts and the slow prayer on my lips. The thought crossed my mind for only a split second, [i]The wound of the blessed dagger has been canceled, healed through some form of holy energy.[/i] The joy of this thought strengthened my voice, until I found myself chanting my prayer to the sea of darkness around me.

My eyes, unblinking, stared into this darkness and found the last thing I needed there. Hope. My will, from the start never fading. My consciousness, my main foe. Finally, the hope brought to me through my prayer. All these brought me back to myself, and I felt my body healing as the darkness around me lightened to the sweet pink that comes with dawn. The stars faded back in before the rest of the world swirled around me, I was flying with the familiarity of the newborn day in front of me.

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I closed my eyes, and re-opened them to reality. I was in flight, but I was simply hovering over the camp of the Demons who had saved me. [i]The Demons who had... saved me? Truly, is this reality?[/i] I finished my prayer, which had turned to song at some point, with this question echoing in my mind. I felt no pain, and I knew my wounds had completely healed, however I could not comprehend how. [i]That Demon, was raised by a Priest? It's not unheard of, if the Demon were saved... But the pain I felt when he was in his warrior form... He has not been saved.[/i] I landed lightly on the ground next to the now dead campfire.

While I was in my healing trance, I had changed into my pure form. [i]I am no longer weak from those wounds, and I am no longer weary from the battle with the Demon Nevil. If I must, I can fight my way away from these two, and return to My Lord's realm to report on my experiences, as I doubt Fisk has returned there yet.[/i] While I thought this, I surveyed the area. Both the demons seemed to be asleep, although that may have been my doing. [i]I had started singing my prayer, that may have affected them to the point of them falling asleep.[/i] I approached the male Demon, to see if he truly was asleep, although before I had gotten within a few feet of him his eyes snapped open.