Interview With An Angel
Chapter 36: To Harm A Demon
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Krad.
No.
Krad.
No.
KRAD.
I ignore Master Satoshi the third time he calls my name, shutting him off from my corner of his mind. I have been ignoring him for the last three days, ever since the incident with Miss Grace. Even though I am pretty sure I know why she reacted the way she did, I still did not expect it to hurt this badly. It reminds me of a time I would rather not think about. It is for this reason that I have not been talking to Master Satoshi. I do not want him to ask me about Miss Grace and stir up those old feelings, things I'd rather not feel.
The phone starts ringing and Master Satoshi heads over to it, picking it up. "Hello?"
"Yo. Is Krad there?" Dark's voice cuts through the receiver.
"I'm here." I mutter, taking over Master Satoshi's voice.
"Hey. I haven't seen you lately. Theiving's getting boring without you around, ya know.
"That's because he's pouting." Master Satoshi says, temporally in control of his voice again.
"Seriously?"
"No." I reply dryly, retaking control.
"Aw. Poor Kraddykins." He teases.
"Shut up, Mousy." I snarl.
"Seriously Krad, is everything okay?"
I can hear the worry in his voice and I frown. "I am fine, everything is fine, I will be there tonight."
"Good! See ya then." Dark hangs up the phone and I snarl, pulling back into Master Satoshi's mind again.
Krad.
I remain silent, continuing to ignore him.
KRAD.
What do you need, Master Satoshi?
It's been three days. Why won't you talk to me?
Perhaps I do not want to. Have you considered that?
Fine. You're being an asshole, Krad.
And you sound like Dark, Master Satoshi. I frown, going back to ignoring Master Satoshi. He attempts to speak to me again, then gives up, starting to prepare for tonight. I try not to let my mind wander, try not to think of Miss Grace, try only to pay attention to tonight.
Master Satoshi ignores me the entire day, only speaking to me before we leave for the night.
Krad, if you kill Dark tonight, I will use the 'Angel's Death' on you until you can't move.
Fine, Master Satoshi. As you wish. I snarl back, taking control, releasing my wings, heading off into the night. I soon arrive at the museum, waiting for Dark to arrive. As I wait, I find the perfect place to stand.
Dark steps into the room, spinning as I smirk. I am standing under a open skylight, my wings spread to their full extent, the moonlight shining down on me. I know that my clothing, skin, hair and wings are gathering the light, glowing. I step forward, seeing the fear briefly planted on Dark's face.
"Dark Mousy."
"Hey. You actually showed your ugly face."
"I will kill you tonight."
'Angel's Death.'
"Really? You say that every time." He sighs, shrugging.
I cannot decide whether to give in to what I am feeling, or to obey Master Satoshi. I shudder slightly as I remember the last time Master Satoshi used the 'Angel's Death' on me. You did not bring it with you, did you?
Master Satoshi doesn't answer me, but pain blasts through me, making me wince. I look over at Dark, whose brow is creased. I frown, knowing he saw the wince.
"Krad?"
"It is none of your concern, Mousy." I charge up an energy ball, releasing it at Dark, who dodges it, yelping slightly.
I continue firing energy balls at Dark, who dodges them. One of my energy balls breaks through the ceiling, smashing a hole. Dark looks up, and seeing his chance, flies straight up, heading out the window. I launch into the air close behind him, soon catching up.
I grab his ankle, then fly past him, ending up spinning him upside down. I let my magic flow over his body, binding his magic, binding his wings. I smirk down at him, feeling him struggle in my grasp. "Well, Mousy. It looks as if this is the day you die."
I drop him and watch as he enters a free fall, falling headfirst for the floor. I must respect the fact that he does not cry out, just shuts his eyes, ready for his death.
Go get him!
I will not kill him.
I dive after him, grabbing one of his wrists, feeling him wrap his hand around my wrist. He looks up at me, hope sparking in the darkness of his violet eyes. I smirk, the cruel look twisting my lips up. I see the hope die from his eyes, replaced with a deep fear.
Pain shoots through me again and I drift a bit lower, close enough to the hole in the ceiling of the museum that if I dropped Dark right now, he would not die, rather he would be badly wounded. I release his wrist, feeling his hand slip from my wrist, and watch as he falls, struggling against my magic, face and eyes full of fear.
KRAD!
Do not worry, Master Satoshi. He will not die. I fly after him, smirking as I see him lying on the hard marble floor, one leg twisted at an odd angle. I land lightly on the roof as pain blasts through me. I double over, clutching my chest. Mas. .. Master Sato. . .Satoshshi. . .
I told you not to hurt him.
No. You said not to kill him. You never said I could not harm him. I reply coldly, gathering my magic. I send a blast of it back into my mind, hearing Master Satoshi cry out with sharp pain. He crumples backwards and I poke at him. When he does not respond, I stand, smirking. See? If you argue, I will knock you out.
I stride to the hole in the roof, jumping in to land lightly beside Dark, who stares up at me, eyes wide with fear. I smirk, stepping down on his chest. He coughs, grabbing my ankle. I do not react, but press down on his chest, hearing his pained coughing. His ribs creak, then snap under the pressure, making him give a weak cry, his legs thrashing as he struggles to get free. I smirk, grabbing his left arm. I pull him up, then press on his shoulder, dislocating the arm, reveling in the scream I hear coming from him. I hold his arm out straight, smacking a fist into the wrong side of his elbow, effectively breaking the joint. I repeat the act on his right arm, hearing the screams echo through the empty museum. I drop him on the ground, watching as he coughs, blood splattering his pale lips. His face, normally tan, is almost white from the pain, his violet eyes glazed. I arch an eyebrow slightly at the scene, finding it strangely beautiful. The dark angel is lying against the white of the marble floor, blood splattered on his lips, dark hair splayed under his head, pale face contrasting beautifully with his hair and eyes, which are full of the most amazing fear and pain. His broken limbs are splayed on the floor in an abstract but strangely artistic manner. I smirk down at him, seeing the fear in his eyes grow, his eyes widening as he tries to figure out what I will do next.
"Farewell, Dark Mousy."
I spring into the air, escaping though the hole in the roof, hearing boots slamming on the marble as I leave.
I arch into the night sky, enjoying the breeze. As I approach the apartment, Master Satoshi awakes, moaning softly. Master Satoshi? I told you he would not die. And he did not die.
All I receive from Master Satoshi is cold, hard anger and hatred. I allow myself to see him for a moment and frown. He has the Angel's Death in his hands and is toying with it. He will most likely use it on me again. I just hope he is wise enough not to use it while we are airborne.
Krad. I promise you. You will pay for what you have done.
It is as I thought, Master Satoshi. You are just the same as all the rest of your family. I touch down lightly, awaiting the pain that I know is coming under the cold wave of anger.
When nothing happens, I frown, poking at Master Satoshi. Master Satoshi?
He ignores me and I shrug, returning his form to him. I retreat into my mind, wondering why he did not punish me.
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A/N: Well. . .
That spiraled out of control.
It seems to me that Krad reacts with anger when he gets depressed. At least here. . .
Silly Krad. . . thinking Satoshi won't punish him. . .
Anyhoo.
Thanks to the following: Lani's Tamer-chi, ViciRose, BlueFoxoftheMoon, stabbythings, Dawns Eternal Twilight, Fireflower19, ZutarianNaiad, ai12love, Kurisuta, Sapphiet, and intelligenceisstupid. I'd also like to thank the Acadmey, my mother, God, my cats. . .
Krad: Someone, please shut her up.
Me: . . . . George and Bob, my family, my friends. . .
Dark: For the love of God, shut up!