Emiko Lexi Fae
The male Demon approached slowly, his sister close behind him now. While they bantered back and forth, my mind was reeling for a way to get away. I had stupidly trapped myself in the branches of the tree, so I could not go any direction but down, and that was not a good situation to be in. The Demon got my attention again by taking out the dagger that had injured me and prompting me about it.
That is my sister's... Dear Lord... I absentmindedly moved my hand to cover where the wound had been, my armor stained red by my blood. "Yes, it is. Why do you have it?" I said.
My blood... They must be able to smell it... so much still dripping from the dagger... The effect of an Angel's blood on a Demon can be very different from Demon to Demon. Those who find the smell repulsive are more likely to kill the Angel quickly, so as to get away from the stench. While those who find it appealing might play with the Angel for as long as possible before killing them, or turning them if possible, because a turned Angel's blood is the same, and then they are bound to that Demon.
"Why am I still alive? You could have killed me easily as I was knocked out." I had to ask, it seemed too bizarre for two Demons to simply wait around for an Angel to wake up. Most Angels that fall from the sky are killed by prowling Demons before their teammates are able to save them.
My, teammates...? Ryba would not have saved me, or even have spared a thought about me, being a newly Fallen One... Fisk may not know that I was wounded so much, he was retreating and I hadn't told him I was going back for Ryba... No one will come to save me... The thought was so distressing that I thought I might as well beg these two to kill me.
As I was thinking however, I had not noticed the warrior's departure. I saw his sister still near me, and she said something about my wounds and how my blood repulsed her. I saw her start to walk away, as if she expected me to follow. It was a risk, but I had to get away from them while I had a chance. I had no idea if the Warrior was close enough to be affected still, but if he was then he would be put to sleep, just as his sister would be. I thanked the Demon for my life, as I felt that they did deserve that, and began to sing.
My voice lifted to the sky and carried my lullaby on the wind, and I felt the forest begin to quiet. The She-Demon fell asleep immediately in the tree she was standing in, and I hoped the Warrior would not come searching for me as I left. I flew just above the treeline, but was unable to go very far. The wind had picked up, filling my wings and blowing me back into the trees. I landed on a low branch and looked up at the sky, feeling my consciousness begin to slip.
My fear and adrenaline had gotten me through a confrontation with two Demons on my own, but now I was too spent to retreat. I drifted down to the ground, a last attempt to get away as I began to walk. I had gone no further than a few feet before the strength left my body and I fell asleep.
My dreams were nonsense, a coupling of memory and fear and the cold dread of the future while I slept. I saw my 'sister' Ryba many times, and had flashes of things I have never seen before, like a dark palace lit by sconces that wielded flickering green flames, and many, many Demons.
When my vision faded, I could still hear the crackle of a fire and sense the presence of Demons, however the feeling of dread had left me and I was comfortable and warm. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw that I was lying in some type of bed near a fire. I attempted to sit up, only to gasp and lay back down as the pain went through my body.
I closed my eyes again and traced the path of the pain with my mind.
Oh, I slept with my wings tucked underneath me... Ow... I opened my eyes again and nearly screamed as I saw a creature of white smoke hovering above me. The creature jumped back as I forced myself out of the bed and away from it, ignoring the soreness in my wings.
The creature growled at me, a strange sound for a strange being. It looked like a dog made of white smoke, with piercing blue eyes. As I watched, the creature turned from smoke into a solid form, and then someone appeared by it - someone with the same white hair and blue eyes as the dog. I recognized it as a Demon, but did not feel any type of warning about him, meaning that it was either weak, or not in its warrior form.
The Demon patted the animal on the head, and it stopped growling at me. Then he just looked at me. “Where am I, and who are you?” I asked him slowly. I hoped the fact that he was not in his warrior form meant that he currently meant me no harm, although there never is a way to know for sure. He looked much different from the warrior I had seen before, as he had wings and his eyes were blue rather than red, however I wasn't able to tell for sure because, as I looked around, I noticed the She-Demon from before laying on another of the strange beds not too far away.
“I didn't think you’d be able to recognize me like this, at least not right away anyway. Did you sleep well, little Angel?” My suspicion was answered then, voices do not change with appearance. This Demon was the same warrior I had spoken to earlier, his harsh voice proving his identity. My recognition and despair at not being able to get away must have shown on my face, because the Demon smiled just slightly enough that had I not been paying attention I would not have noticed.
"I know who you are now." I said as I stood up. Luckily, I had not accidentally changed forms in my sleep again, so I was a warrior facing a Pure Demon.
I don't know much about the strengths or abilities of a Demon when they were not in their Warrior form, though I would assume that they have the same kind of limitations as I do when I am my Pure Self. "Why am I still here?"
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