[center][b]Bael - Being treated[/b][/center]

Conciousness slowly returned to the demon, the boy blinking his eyes slowly, seeing nothing but a blurry... ground. He moved his arm, feeling pretty... fine. Which was strange. Using his true form outside of hell caused a great stress to his human's form muscles, straining them and leaving them sore for at least a day, until he was completely rested. But the feeling wasn't that present now, as if...

He tilted his head up, hearing the gentle voice introducing herself. [i]As if someone had healed me.[/i] He thought, frowning. He couldn't look directly at Lily, staring at the ground instead. [i]What is this, exactly?[/i]

[i]Remorse?[/i]

[i]I'm a demon.[/i]

[i]I do not feel remorse. I do not care about anyone other than myself. I do not...[/i]

The boy tilted his head up again, the sky-colored eyes staring at the girl, she seemed younger, but not less... beautiful than before. Just less mature. Bael placed both of his palms against the ground, heaving himself up into a sitting position; a cross-legged one. [i]"I know who you are, Lily."[/i] Bael spoke, his voice coarse because of the tiredness. Slowly, he brought himself to stand up, taking some cautious steps towards her, a hand moving to sit by her shoulder when he was close enough.

[b]"Never endanger yourself like that again."[/b] This time, his voice was clearer- even though it had been a soft whisper to the angel's ear. [b]"Ever."[/b] 

[i]Or I swear I will kill you.[/i]

[i]Or... I swear I wil lbe there to protect you.[/i]

[i]No. This can't be right.[/i]

The boy kept staring at her eyes, his own blue, intense eyes nearly showing the internal struggle he was having with his own mind.

[i]Is she the key to achieve more power? No, she's not. I can't care for her. I can not care about anyone.[/i]