I don't own The Devil is a Part-Timer, its characters or the lyrics at the begining of each chapter. I only own my OC.

I fell below

Left the world I'd known

Hoping that someone would find me

It was dark, it was cold, and she was hurt. Everything hurt so much she just wanted to die. Gritting her teeth, she curled up on herself, trying to shield from the cold, but it only caused the pain to shot through her body once again.

She didn't know how long she had stayed here, lying in her own blood. The place was eerily quiet, and when the cold started to numb the pain, she decided to move.

She cracked an eye open, then both. Her messy and dirty red hair fell in front of her crimson eyes as she pushed herself in a sitting position. A cry of pain left her lips and her hands flew to her chest. She pressed both of her hands on an open wound, blood dripping between her fingers and falling on the ground.

Her eyes widened when she saw the amount of blood she was sitting in.

"how in Hell am I… ?" she said with a weak and broken voice, taking a look at her surroundings.

Bodies were lying everywhere. Demons she had known, demons that had been under her command, humans they had killed and ruins of the village they had burned to the ground.

A chilling wind came from nowhere and she wrapped her wings around her. She barely flinched at the pain she felt. Broken, she thought, of course.

Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, a green magic circle appeared under her, and her wounds started to heal. The light her magic created would surely alert humans, but she couldn't care less at the moment.

Her circle vanished and she slowly stood up, carefully stretching six dark wings.

"great. i'm not even able to completely heal myself…" she sighed, looking at her still bruised wings.

She brushed the dirt in her hair away, letting red bangs hide her right eye.

She started walking slowly in the middle of the dead bodies, searching for a very special someone. The only thing she could find though, was dark feathers covered in blood laying on the ground and something that once was a trench-coat. Memories came into her head as tears came into her eyes.

"Samael !"

A burning pain in her chest. The ground getting closer. Someone screaming her name.

"C'mon wake up, don't do this please wake up !"

Someone shaking her gently. Warm hands pressed on the wound on her chest.

"Don't die, please don't die…"

A burning hate beside her. The ground quaked by heat waves. Someone screaming their rage and grief.

"You killed her ! I'll kill you ! I'll make you rue the day you were born ! I'm gonna kill you !"

Swords clashing together. White against purple ; holy against demonic.

Flaps of powerful wings, heat rays hitting a shield. Someone dancing with the wind. A woman's voice yelling her wrath.

"You are the only one to blame, demon ! Now, die !"

Blood and dark feathers fell on the ground, a small body soon followed.

The clinging of metal. An armoured knight raising a sword above her head. A blade cutting through someone's chest.

A cry of pain. Tears rolling down someone's cheeks. Two words escaping they lips, like a whisper.

"i'm sorry.."

She picked up what was left of the coat and walked away, her three pairs of wings laying in the dirt behind her.

She took a quick look at the sky, and started wandering.

It was blue, bright blue, no clouds in sight. The sun somehow felt cold on her skin and the small breeze felt like a chilling wind.

The Sky was mocking her with its bright and joyful colours. It was making fun of her wounds, of her misery.

Again.

Heyyy ! Guess who's back ? That's right, it's me ! And I came back with a brand new story ! I plan to make it 14 or 15 chapters long and I'll post a new chapter each week if everything goes according to plan (it rarely does, but let's hope). Feel free to review ! Please forgive the mistakes that may be hiding here and there.

Until next time, take care guys and see you next week !