The next morning, she found herself sleeping in the middle of the bed, her dress a bit messy, her underwear missing, and there is wetness between her legs. So it wasn't a dream, she thought.

Like any other day, food and clothes hand been prepared for her but she opted to take a bath first. When she took off her gown and sees herself in the mirror, she saw the bruises and bite marks on her thighs. The thought of it made her flush again.

As she dipped herself in the bath, she contemplated on what the monster had said. She only needs to remember his name. What was his name and he said that she knows of it, thinking back in the village, they had only referred to him as a monster and nothing else. She let her head rest at the edge of the tub and momentarily closed her eyes to relax, then a memory tugged at her mind, of war, blood, death, and a man with a blond hair facing away from her, sword held in his hand and then they were both falling into an abyss.

Mallory woke with a start as her head was sinking down into the bath water, she coughed and gasped for air. When she got off the bath her hands were already wrinkling from the water, she had been in there for some time and she didn't even realized it.

After Mallory changed her clothes, she went to the dining table to eat, she settled on one of the two chairs and she found a paper under her plate.

It reads "My Mallory, the castle is ready for you now, you can explore it, but be back to this room before sundown". She looked at the door and back to the letter, then she slowly approached it as if it will run away. She held onto the doorknob, turned it and it clicked open, she looked outside the room left and right and then a wide smile crept up her face.

She had been bored out of her mind for this past few weeks, the books did help a bit but ultimately, she wanted to go outside and she wanted to see the garden just outside the window. Mallory grinned so wide and was so excited to explore this place that she hurried back to the table and ate as fast as she could handle.

The castle was fully lit this time, the furnitures has been cleaned and she can now see the paintings in the walls. There were several that are just landscapes, but the paintings that she noticed the most are those that are depicting a female angel and a male devil. One of the paintings shows them reaching for each other and another, the angel descending from the heaven while the devil has his arms outstretched as if he will catch the angel, it is almost a recurring theme.

When Mallory finally got outside, she breathed in the fresh air, the sun is already high above the skies, but thankfully it wasn't too warm.

She walked the castle grounds as if she knew where she was heading, "Just turn left from the entrance and follow the gold stone path, the path will split in two ways and you will follow the one that goes out of the way from the main path, at the end is the garden you love so dearly". It was like a voice inside her telling her the way.

The garden was more beautiful up close, they were variants of flowers some she knows, some she doesn't. She spent some time tending to the flowers and just enjoying the outside until the sun started to hide. She remembers the monster's warning and set off to go back inside.

As she entered the castle again and kept walking the halls leading back to her room, she saw an ajared door, curiosity wins out and she took a peek. There was another painting in it, this time it was huge, almost covering the entire wall, this one depicts a war torn world of angels and demons, in the center of it all, an angel and a demon crossing swords.

There was a sudden rush of pain in her head and she dropped on her knees. As her vision blurred, she sees herself as if she was also in the painting, with her in the middle of the war, sword in hand, a shield in the other. There was that devil again facing away from her, Mallory dropped her sword and shield and rushed to him, hugging him from behind as if to restrain him and she said "No more". She held onto her head so tightly like something was clawing inside her asking desperate to be let out. She felt tears falling from her eyes, when she wiped it away, what she saw was not tears, it was blood.

"Please make it stop"

"Make it stop"

"Someone help"

"I need help"

"Michael help me", A name slipped from her mouth that she doesn't know and then a black cloth or some sort appeared before her and she was enveloped in darkness.

When she woke, she found herself back in her room and a person with a long strawberry blond hair was sitting on a chair beside her. His chin was resting on his knuckles and seems to be sleeping. He was quite handsome and has a jawline for days. He was wearing a black dress shirt and black pants but he was not wearing any shoes, curious. There was a pair of horns on his head, it curled a bit, its tips was red, while rest was black. Mallory got up from the bed seemingly wants to touch it, but before she could reach it, the man or demon caught her wrist.

"Such a naughty bride", the man said and he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it while looking at her, then all of a sudden, he pulled her and made her straddle his lap. Mallory was now blushing profusely and wasn't able to look at him at all. This was the monster, her monster from last night. This man was no monster though, at least he didn't look like one, he looks human except for the horns in his head.

The man reached for her chin and made her look at him. "My Mallory, I've waited for you for so long", he said while looking longingly at her.

"Michael I..", she started but suddenly covered her mouth when she realized the name she uttered.

"I'm glad you finally remembered my name, my Mallory", then he smirked and added, "I'm also glad you still have that fascination with my horns, you once called it cute".

Mallory knew that her face must be all red now and her heart is thundering against her chest which she was pretty sure that he could hear with the silence in the room. She looked away again and she can't help but really notice their current position. Her on his lap, her hands on his chest crumpling his shirt, his hands resting on her hips, and to top it all off she is wearing a flimsy nightgown with nothing underneath. She could feel her arousal between her legs, she wanted to rub her legs together to relieve some of it but couldn't so she tried to push herself off him but Michael held on tight.

"Ummm, are we really going to talk like this", she gestured their intimate position.

Michael smirked at her again and replied, "Of course we are, you can go ahead and ask me anything you want to know".

Mallory all but relented and gave a big sigh, "You always talk to me like you know me", she paused when Michael nodded in approval. She then continued, "How, I don't… I don't really know you".

"You are my lover, my one and only" he paused a bit to caress her cheeks, "you were taken from me and I've waited for your return". Mallory leaned into his touch until her cheeks were now rested on his palm, then she remembered something which made her pull away from him.

"What about those girls, the other sacrifices?", she asked.

Michael gave a big sigh and placed his hand back on her hips, he knew her too much and knows that his answer will not be to her liking, "Those who are not you cannot enter this place, they will unfortunately perish if they tried to enter here".

Mallory frowned, "Those poor girls, why would you do that", then she felt his grip on her tightened and his face is now showing anger instead of that playful smile earlier and when he spoke, his voice was enraged. "Because they took you from me, they deserve the pain that I felt, the emptiness that I felt when you were gone, it is my nature to kill and destroy, when you were gone, there was nothing that held it back, you promised me that you'll return so I spared some of them so they may return what they took from me."

Mallory felt sad for those girls that died, but she also felt sorrow for him, in her heart she knew that she wanted to apologize to him, so she did. "I'm sorry", she cupped his face and he did not move nor retaliate, "I don't know who I am, at least not yet, but I know I should apologize for leaving you."

It only took a few seconds when those words left her mouth that his anger subsided, Mallory is truly his angel, her touch and voice easily soothes him, his anger now completely gone as if she took them all away, just like before.

When she felt him calmed down from his anger, she placed her hands on his shoulders. To further remove the tension from earlier, she asked another question, "What or where is this place? It feels alive, like it know what I want and need"

"This place, this land is ours alone, we've been here for many years, all we can ever want is here just so we do not leave, and for all intents and purposes it is my prison".

She was surprised, a prison for him so she asked "why a prison?"

Then there was fear that crossed his face when he answered, "It is too early for you to know, I almost broke you earlier, I should not have tried to force you to remember, I will not risk it again. The time will come when you will remember it on your own, just not now love".

She didn't understand what he meant, was there something that happened earlier that almost "broke" her, she doesn't seem to recall anything.

Michael noticed her confusion, so he explained, "Two days ago I made the castle show you something, but that was a mistake and I blocked the memory for you, you were in so much pain and I'm so sorry for that". Then he continues when he remembered something. "Oh, that reminds me, you haven't eaten yet", then he snapped his fingers and a table with a bowl of porridge and a spoon appear next to them, this startled her and almost made her jump off him, however, he was still holding her hips.

Mallory again, tried to get off of him so she could eat the porridge, however, Michael wagged her fingers and told her that she will eat right there, looking at him and to the porridge she opted to reach the bowl but Michael caught her hand and placed it back on his chest. "These stays here", he says.

Michael took a spoonful of the porridge and offered it to Mallory, reluctantly she opened her mouth and accepted the offered food. He gave her a praise when she accepted it. This went on until she ate all the food

Michael saw a bit of the food at the corner of Mallory's lips, he pulled her closer and she stiffened but he proceeded, when he got close enough on her mouth he could feel her now shallow breath and he licked the piece of food. When he withdrew from her and rested his head back Mallory's lips tried to follow his without her notice until her lips met his.

Michael gripped her hips and pulled her as close as possible until he could feel her cunt on his groin. As they continued to taste each other he started to feel Mallory grinding on him, in response, he pulled away and lifted her nightgown and took it off of her.

Michael took a moment to appreciate his angel's nudity, her beautiful golden brown hair, her brown doe eyes, her perfectly kissable lips, her porcelain skin, her mounds that are begging to be sucked, her legs that's straddling him and her delicious cunt that he very much would like to have a taste again. Mallory grew cautious of his stare and tried to cover herself with her hands, but he pulled them away and place them on her sides and planted a soft kiss on her lips.

"Take what you want, take everything my Mallory, my angel", he whispered to her. Mallory, as if in a rush, grabbed Michael's shirt and crashed her lips to his, she again grinded against him and she could feel herself getting more wet by the second when she felt how hard he is. She wants him inside her, she wants him to break her, take her first, take her everything, so she grabbed one of his hands and guided it to her wet cunt. As soon as his hand felt her wetness, he wasted no time in giving her the pleasure that she craves, his fingers slid easily inside her while his other hand was on her back making sure to steady her.

Michael pulled away from Mallory's lips and started to kiss down her neck, he lifted her a bit until she is kneeling so he could give some attention to her breast, he playfully bit her left nipple that coaxed a loud moan from her, as he licked, sucked, pulled, and bit her breasts trying to give attention to both mounds, he could feel his angel fucking his fingers, so he let his thumb graze her clit which made her arch her back. Then he felt one of her hand moving from his shoulders where she is supporting herself up to the back of his head and then to his horns, she traced it from the tip to its roots and it made him jump a bit. He almost bit her breast too hard, sometimes he loathes the sensitivity of those horns, it's not actually the horns itself that are sensitive, it was the roots.

He knew she was close, so he pulled his fingers away which earned him a whine of frustration. Michael lifted Mallory up and sat her down at the edge of the bed so he can take off his own clothes. Mallory all but stared and watched as he stripped in front of her, seeing his toned body and his large hard cock made her want to drool, but also made her a bit wary, will that even fit, she thought. Michael then lay himself down the bed like a feast for her to eat. Then he repeated the same words he uttered earlier, "Take what you want", this was a queue for her to do what she wants with him, so she straddled his thighs and tentatively touched his cock, she started on his tip which earned her a groan from him, then she grasped his length and dragged her hand up and down on it.

However, teasing him and hearing his groans, gasps, and moans made her sex ache with want. So she stopped her ministration and placed her soaking slit atop his cock and slowly sheathed it inside her. Michael sat up and hugged her to him knowing the pain she was feeling, he let her get use to it before he switched their position, although she is running on instinct, her current state is inexperienced, for now he will take charge.

He slowly pumped his length inside of her, making sure that her pain is being replaced by pleasure. He started with a slow rhythm that she could follow then he increased it bit by bit. Mallory was a bit annoyed, he was being too careful with her, he had teased her too much earlier but didn't let her finish, she wants more.

"More"

"Please"

"Deeper"

"Faster", she gasp each of her desires which he gladly obliged. Michael pushed her legs apart further so he could be deeper inside her. He fucked her the way that she wanted until the pleasure was overwhelming enough for her to cum, he helped her ride her orgasm until he too came undone inside her.

Mallory was panting as she comes down from her high and when he pulled himself off of her he could see the trail of their cum spilling from inside her, with a wave of her hand a damped cloth appeared and he cleaned her up and then himself. He then moved beside her and wrapped his arms around her then caressed her hair until she fell asleep, another wave of his hand and the duvet had covered their bodies. He kissed her temple and whispered "Welcome Home".

Michael knew, that slowly, but surely his Mallory's memories will come back to her and they will be as they were, happy, maybe even happier than before. Although, he does miss her wings, how it unfurls when she comes from their love making. He wasn't sure if she can gain it back, he knew of her birthmarks on her back, the telltale sign of her lost wings. Whether she has them or not, she is will still be his Mallory and being here with him again, his heart and mind is at peace again.

Notes:

- This Chapter was posted in my AO3 account since 2018-12-27.