well this is the next chapter. I know my story sucks, but as a wise man once said, 'Life is a bitch, and then you die,' So as I say, live life to the fullest, cause you never know when you'll die. So I posted this story for my enjoyment, not really any of yours, so I couldn't give a shit if you like it or not. But I would still like reviews... I'm in one of those moods where life just doesn't really matter, I could die right now and not give a shit. Who knows, maybe I'll end up in a fictional universe like Soren. Eh. Anyway. This is the next chapter. Enjoy.

It's warm, is this what death feels like. I slowly opened my eyes. Looking around. Everything was white. What happened? How did I-? I remember, I was stabbed. The person that stabbed me, he said... My time has come... It was strange.

"Soren." I looked up, a male with long flowing silver hair. White wings. He, he is wearing a white suit. He actually is quite attractive. I felt myself blush. "Your time has come. You must meet the one you will be with for all eternity."

"Wh-what?" I murmured. "What about... What about Eric? Who will he be with?" I stammered, looking at him, tears in my eyes.

"He will find some one. You will meet again. But on different terms." The angel said, A soft, comforting smile on his face.

I sighed.

"Are you reading to go?" He asked, his soft violet eyes shining sincerely.

I took a minute to collect myself, before nodding.

He nodded. "The transformation might be painful," He said softly.

"Wait, transformation, what are you talking abo-" My words were cut off by a bright white light, before my vision went black and I lost consciousness.

Third person

"Is it done Samuel?" A male with short White hair and blue eyes ask.

"It is," Samuel said, closing his violet eyes. Turning, his large white wings folded behind him

"Good, Lets hope this plays out how we planned it," The newcomer said.

"Yes, lets hope," Samuel said, closing his eyes.

Soren's POV

I feel... Like I'm being carried. "I tried to open my eyes. But my body hurt so much. I gave a whimper in pain.

"Do not worry my lady. You will be fine soon," A smooth tenor voice said. I felt like my face was resting on silk. I sighed at the coolness of it. Relaxing in the hold of the male. Falling back into the sweet abyss of darkness.

? POV

I found the demoness lying in the garden, unmoving and unconscious. Just barely breathing. So I decided I would let her rest in my room, before waking the young master.

I heard a small helpless pain filled whimper coming from the demoness in my arms.

"Do not worry my lady, you will be fine soon," I said soothingly. I don't know what made me want to help her. I just did.

She sighed before relaxing, resting her cheek on my chest. She is quite small, standing at about five foot three. She must be quite young. I rested her on my bad, pulling the covers up to her chin. Before leaving the room, shutting the door behind me. And leaving, to go wake the young master.

Now I don't know what meals to make him for breakfast so I have to cut this short. I don't want to. It took me less than an hour to write this. And The first chapter was rushed since I wrote it fast, and I didn't know what to write, so I'll fix it up when I can. But I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please review.

Love Dormant*