It was cold. And I was tired. I wanted to be warm, wanted to feel the gentleness of my mother, the smiling face of my father, not these monsters. They come to stare at me every hour, my wings chained and lips sewn shut. Every once in a while I'll let out a long whimper, but the strange monster who has been guarding my cage tells me to keep shut. Thats why they had sewn my mouth closed. It hurts, it all hurts and i'm so scared. I was awake when they carried me from my home, I was awake when they sewn my mouth shut and bounded my wings. I'm exhausted, but everytime I go to sleep they hit me. What makes it worse they put a pitch black blanket over my cage, I cannot see a thing besides the feet or, erm, tail of the demons who might want to buy me.
Oh why, why had I flown too far out of heaven?
I think i'm starting to catch a cold, i've been coughing and i'm light-headed, but that could be because i'm terrified. Everytime the door moves my senses shoot up. I want to leave here, but I know the only place i'm going is on a display or as someone's meal. I'll end up dead anyways. But first chance I get to escape, i'm going to try. I can feel the tears still, they run down my face uncontrollably. Maybe, the comfort of a blanket, a security would be nice. But i'm sitting here, almost naked besides from these boxers, being sold like an animal.
I can feel myself drifting off, my eyes slowly closing, trying to push through the urge to sleep. I'm shivering, hardly in any condition to sleep, but i'm so exhausted. I had been fighting so hard, but yet I failed.
My eyes shot open as the door slammed against the wall. I fell silent, my eyes widening. With every heavy bootstep my heart race quickened against my chest. I looked up, seeing the legs of my possible buyer through the bars that were uncovered by the blanket. At least he had legs.
"Mister Jones?" The... Guard, of sorts, exclaimed, almost nervously. His snake tail gave a little flick as he hurriedly joined the others side, "Why, why would you come to such a low class selling like this? I mean, I might disappoint, maybe try somewhere else like-!" Low class? Excuse me! Well, I don't want to be sold, but still! I'm worth an expensive amount!
"Eh, shut it," The other hissed, his voice smooth and young, "I don't care. I want to buy. What might be listen?"
"Ah!" The guard cooed childishly, "Well, I know how much you like angels, but we got one!"
"An angel?" I watched the other, wide-eyed walk around the room, "Wingspan?"
"Six feet, sir!"
"Six feet," The other exclaimed, "This angel must cost a fortune."
"Nine thousand bids, sir," The guard said nervously, "I can get you a sale, though, because he's not in the best condition. Stupid thing gave up a pretty good fight."
Stupid? Thing! I was not a thing, nor was I stupid! I was extremely intelligent, much more than these monsters!
"Alright, i'll give't a look," The smooth voice said. My heart sank once I heard the sound of an unlocking key, and a clang to the floor. Light poured into the cell I sat in as a figure crawled in, which the sudden sense sent fear coursing through my body.
My feet reacted first, kicking my body up against the wall. Then my wings, which I tried to flap but pain swelled through my body as a grim reminder. I squinted at the light, breathing heavy and staring at the figures in fear. The door shut again, leaving zero light in the cell, but I knew the other was still in here. Most of the time the demons just searched me with no lighting, since they could see in the dark, and it terrified me. But, I felt the least bit relieved when a lantern was lit, lighting up the cell slightly.
I was surprised at first, the demon looked as old as me, maybe a little older. His hair was jet black, with large, bright, unnatural looking blue eyes. His wings spread far, maybe ten feet or so. Curled black horns, his tail curled around his kneeling-down legs. He was a very handsome young lad, and didn't look at all like any of the previous buyers. I swallowed, my eyes expanding as he reached out a single, skinny hand to me. I kicked my feet against the ground, pushing my small body even closer to the cold wall.
"Do-n't," I whispered, muffled by the string connecting my lips, "H-hurt, m-me... P-le-ease..."
"God, I thought they stopped doing that," Was the first thing that came out of the demons lips, his finger gently poking at the string that bounded my lips, "Idiots."
I immediately recoiled, jerking my head away, a soft pain sending my body to react. I thought he would hit me, but nothing came. "My apologies."
A warm hand felp up my ribcage, "Sorry if anything hurts." He kept poking around my body, soon expecting my face as I shyly turned my head away. He was actually being nice, the others shoved me around and were basically slapping me, but he was very gentle. I want him to take me, or, I prefer him over all the others. I want him more than any other demons.
"Can you move your wings?" He asked, putting his hand back to his knee. I nodded, even though I wasn't sure, "I know they usually chip them." I nodded again, not wanting to disrespect the demon because he could hit me at any moment. I slowly opened one of my milky white wings, its feathers silky and precise, despite the amount of beating they had taken. It was very slow movement, because if I tried to do it faster pain would shoot from my wingspan into my back.
"Wow," The demon softly whispered, shifting himself over to my wing, "Thats the most beautiful..." I marveled at how the demons facial expressions changed from focused to amazed. I couldn't help but smile softly at how amazed he was. "Feathers perfect, white as beautiful as the moon," The demon started to list things that actually made me blush a little, "Wingspan is the perfect shape, like a doves wings..."
"Appears you're sick," The demon said quietly, turning back over to me. I slowly closed my wing as the demon put a hand on my forehead. I leant into his touch, just because his hand was warm and provided a comfort. You would think hell is a lot hotter.
Suddenly, the demon looked me in the eyes, his pupils contracting slightly. I jumped a bit, not being used to demons looking me directly in the eyes. His eyes almost had no detail. They looked like when a cats eyes reflect, so his irises were just one shade of bright blue, but a little more subtle.
"You are the single most beautiful thing I have ever seen."
The sentence made me angry and made me want to thank him at the same time. One, he was treating me almost dog-like by saying that, but he's trying to be nice in the least. I watched the demon slip a small key out of his pocket, its metal rusted and stained. I immediately panicked. This new demon was less hostile, but i'll end up the same anyway, and I didn't want to. I'd rather stay here for years then be eaten or my wings cut off and used as home decor. My wings started to flap despite the pain, my legs kicking myself against the cement wall. Muffled whimpers and begs escaped my throat, as the demon took my wrist to unlock the cuffs that were attached to the floor.
"No, no, shh," the demon said quietly but nervously, as if he was shocked by my decision to panic, "I'm not going to hurt you, shh." I stopped flapping my wings, the pain was overwhelming, but the comment of 'I'm not going to hurt you' was somewhat calming. I still wasn't reassured completely, but distracted. "Can you hold up your arms for me?" He asked quietly. I obeyed, not feeling physically scared but on the inside I was freaking out."Don't be scared, ah, thats it," The demon whispered once he unlocked the metal keeping my hands bound to the floor. The metal clanged and bounced to the ground beneath. "There we go, c'mon." The demon stood up, his long legs extending in front of me. I watched him bend over in front of me, wrapping one arm around my chest, picking me up in the slightest before putting another hand onto my bottom, holding me like a child. The hand now placed on my back pushed me into his shoulder, pushing me into his warmth. The demon was surprisingly strong, picking me up in one smooth motion like that. He was warm too, and he felt almost like home. I snuggled into him, Putting my nose on top of my shoulder, my hands balling on the fabric in his jacket.
"When we get to my house, i'll take care of your lips, alright?" The demon said airily in my ear. I nodded.
"Hey, Francis," the demon called, opening the door clumsily with his thigh. It creaked open, the metal against concrete mashing together hurting my ears. I squinted at the light presented, hiding my eyes in the demons shoulder.
"Yes, mister-?" The snake-person cooed, slithering over to us. He wasn't as bad as I thought, or at least looks wise. "Oh, you're buying it?"
It?
"Yes," The demon purred, "How much, again? I do not mind if there is no sale price, I am truthfully in love with him."
I swear the snake-person's eyes lit up in dollar signs. "Twelve thousand bids, sir!"
"Reasonable amount for such a beauty," The demon said, walking close to the snake, his boots clicking. I started to shake, for this was man that had captured me and was beating me for the last 24 hours. "Shh, my angel, its alright." The demon whispered cautiously into my ear before kissing my cheek. I felt myself relax uncontrollably as I cuddled into his body again, "Thats it, my beautiful." My. He kept saying my. I was his, wasn't I? I guess I hadn't realised it, but once he handed over the money, I belonged to somebody. I didn't like the feeling right now of being controlled over.
"Would you like me to order a chariot with-," The demon cut the guard off.
"I would like to carry him home, thank you."
The demon flapped his wings powerfully before taking off outside. I let out a muffled scream as I clung to him, the sudden air hurting my skin. "Ah, hush, my love, it's alright, I won't drop you." He flapped his wings again, and I clung to him tighter. My wings didn't work right now, so if I fell I was done for.
The wind hit my hair. I was usually used to this, but I didn't like not flying and feeling this. I wanted to look down at hell, I had never seen it, but yet not. I just clung to the demon, putting my head on the crook of his neck so I couldn't see the world below.
"My name is Alfred, by the way." I heard the demon whisper on the way there. I nodded, not being able to respond with my own.
"Hey, we'll be at my home soon," Alfred said quietly, "You're probably starting to get cold?"
'I've been cold' is what I wanted to say to him. But with a few powerful wingbeats I could tell we were landing. I picked up my legs as a recoil, whimpering quietly. I didn't like being blinded like this where I couldn't see what was going on, only feel it. "Shh, hush."
We stopped moving. I heard the click of Alfred's boots and I was immediately comforted again.I sighed and snuggled closer to him again. We walked, and I watched the red stone Alfred walked along.
"Almost there," Alfred murmured. I could feel him bouncing slightly as he walked, which was making me actually tire. I felt my eyes grow heavy, and I wasn't to paranoid about falling asleep now that I felt somewhat safe. Safe for now, at least. I started to drift off as Alfred continued to walk.
"My angel?" I heard Alfred say, snapping me out of a light rest. I hummed softly, before letting out a painful cough. "You must be exhausted, i'll let you rest first thing. Would you like to get down? We're almost there."
I nodded slightly as Alfred let go of his grip on me. I dropped to the ground, the redstone underneath my feet hurting them slightly. I turned to see the sky over the redstone we stood on. I felt a bit uneasy, like the ground beneath my feet could fall at any moment.
"Cool, hm?" Alfred said quietly, "I'm the prince around here, so I get to live on this secluded cliff thing. Perfect place to house an angel."
I nodded, turning around and sheepishly walking up to the large home. The house was huge, its tiles a deep red and shingles and roof black. It looked very gothic. I swallowed as Alfred urged me on. "Do your feet hurt? I can carry you again, you look very tired." I shook my head no, being carried was nice but I was definitely able to walk on my own. I shivered once a cold wind blew past, since I was hardly wearing any clothes. Alfred looked at me with a questioning, "How am I going to get you clothes? Well, you can wear mine for now I guess." It smelt like dirt and dust around here, but my senses had gone so numb I didn't really mind.
The way Alfred was talking provided me with much hope. He was clearly thinking of keeping me alive, and probably healthy. I didnt want to be here, but it was much better than dying. Plus the round of compliments coming from this demon were very self-confidence boosting. But, he is treating me like a female with the whole 'my beautiful angel' thing. i wanted to ask him many questions, like why he was being nice to me, why he bought me if he was just going to take care of me, and would he let me go home. Alfred seemed rather reasonable, so maybe when I get this string out of my lips I can ask. And, Alfred was the demon prince, more importantly. If he was taking care of me, my life would be very high class, which is much better then anything.
Alfred opened the large door of his home for me, "I'll bring you to the bedroom if you would like to sleep."
I nodded, and added a muffled, "Yeah," as I walked in. It was warm, a lot warmer, and all the decor was rather gothic. I shivered from the sudden change in climate and walked further in. I eyed the kitchen and remember I hadn't eaten in a very long time, but sleep was my number one priority right now. I waited for Alfred to catch up with me, and he led me to a bedroom. We walked up the metal spiral steps which were cold on my bare feet, and I had to hang onto the railing to reassure myself I wouldn't fall. I had to walk a few feet behind Alfred because he bat-wings were so big, almost twice as big as my feathery ones.
I wasn't very confused, I was exhausted and didn't feel like questioning things like I normally did. I was safe. I'll ask questions when i'm less hungry and tired.
We opened a door to a large room with a canopy bed. This must be his room, it has many decor for certain things that I didn't recognise. All I knew was that this bed looked extremely comfy.
"Wait, before you rest," Alfred said quietly, running across the room quickly. I sighed in disappointment as Alfred ran back to me, handing me a pad and paper. "Whats your name?"
' R' I wrote in large, sloppy letters across the page. Alfred took the pad from my hands and smiled. "Arthur," Alfred said quietly, "Thats a good name."
I nodded in thanks as Alfred directed me to his bed. "Alright, you may rest now. Rest as long as you want, I don't mind. I might leave the house to get you some clothes but-."
Without thought I let out a whimper and shook my head no. I did not want him leaving me. An angel left alone in hell won't last long, especially in this state. He was my only protection at the moment, but once my wings started working I would be fine.
Alfred laughed softly, "Alright, I won't leave. I'll stay here, and i'll come and get you in the morning. You'll be feeling better in no time."
I nodded, feeling stupid for reacting so childishly. Alfred pulled back the duvet on his bed and I slid in slowly, being careful not to hurt my wings. Alfred tucked me in, which I would have yelled at him for if not the circumstances. "Sleep well, my angel."
Authors Note_
new story what
Just going to randomly produce this. This is actually an E.L.A. writing project of mine, so this will be big and long. (because its what we're working on all year) So, this will be pretty friendly (don't want my English teacher on my ass). Rating is M if I decide to put some smut and swears in the version and give my English teacher the more friendly version. Which i'll probably do. We can't have gay sex in an eighth graders project that just doesn't work.
Just got back from a haunted house, my brain is fried~ .
Autographs is on a brake for now. I've been feeling a calling for fantasy writing so here we go. I'm NOT giving up on Autographs, that's also going to be very big. But the chapters on this will be posted quicker because it is a school project, so I have ACTUAL DEADLINES.
This version inst spell checked as well, but the school version is. Goddammit should have edited this version as well.
Rated T for smut, violence, and language.
