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Ch. 7 Saviour

I never meant to be the one
Who kept you from the dark
But now I know my wounds are sewn
Because of who you are

Saviour by Black Veil Brides

Okay, I've seen a lot of strange things in my life so far such as my parents being taken away by Dark Angels and then having one of them fly me out to a Hell Tower or whatever it was called. Just when I didn't think things couldn't get any weirder, here comes Lucifer. His red eyes examined me carefully, almost as if he was looking into my soul, as he walked closer into the room. His hair that I thought was gray actually gleamed off silver as the lights hit it. The lights also hit his glowing red eyes which made them look even creepier. What shocked me the most, though, was that he wasn't the ugly monster that he is mostly portrayed as. IF I saw him on the street, I'd think he was a wealthy business owner that had a beautiful slender wife and good little preppy kids. Then again, he was an angel once. Guess his looks failed to go away from the fall.

"So you're the precious Rosalinda your father always rambles about," Lucifer said as he tilted his head, his hypnotic voice soft.

"My father? Where is he? Is he alive," I asked as I stood up. An evil smirk came upon Lucifer's lips.

"Slow down there, child. You have not earned that special information yet." My anger flared.

"Child? I am no child! I wanna know what you did to my father you worthless bastard!" I yelled, making a move toward the devil but Scourge put his arm in my way. I hadn't noticed that he had gotten up and was blocking me until I had taken that step. Lucifer shook his head.

"Poor child is restless. I understand, dear. You haven't seen your father in years…and your mother…"

"My mother? Is she alive too? Is she with my father? Are they both okay," I asked quickly, my heart beat speeding up from anxiety. All he needed to do was answer my questions and maybe things would be going a lot more smoothly.

"You will find out soon. In the mean-time, it's nice to finally meet you. I'd always wondered how my creation would come about."

"Creation? What the hell are you-"

"Hush child. I will tell you everything you need to know soon. Very soon." Lucifer then turned his red eyes to Scourge.

"Miguel, please keep an eye on her until I want her. I'll send Bane so you'll know when." I looked up at Scourge to see his face had hardened.

"As you wish, Father," he said, his voice full of loyalty and respect. Lucifer nodded.

"Good boy. See you both later on this evening," Lucifer said before turning around and gracefully walking to the door. Before he left though, he looked over his shoulder at us. "Love is truly a terrible thing, isn't it," he asked simply before leaving, closing the door behind him.

"What the hell was that," I asked, looking up at Scourge whose jaw was clenched so hard I thought he might break his pretty white teeth.

"Lucifer doesn't like to be very clear in what he does," he said as he looked down at me. Slowly, he moved his arm. "Are you alright?" I hadn't noticed that some tears had slipped at the thought of my parents. Just as I was about to wipe them away, Scourge gently put his hands on my cheeks and wiped the tears away softly.

"Thanks," I said, feeling a bit useless under his touch. He nodded.

"No problem." He bent down to lightly kiss my lips before turning toward the door. "Come on, I need to get some food in you." I linked my hand with his as he started out the room. A small smirk came across his lips although he didn't look at me. After meeting Lucifer, I didn't think Scourge was all that bad. Still a bit weird but not as weird and creepy as his Creator. We entered the large kitchen to see Dante hanging upside down from a chandelier, his luminous black wings outstretched from his back. He smiled widely at us. Scourge took one look at Dante and rolled his eyes. Then he went and started to rummage through the refrigerator. A laugh escaped from Dante's lips.

"There's the Scourge I love and want to fuck," he said between his laughs. I looked up at Dante, confused. The other dark angel's forest green eyes met mine and his creepy smile grew. "Your boyfriend's an asshole, sweetheart," he told me. Blush flooded across my cheeks.

"He's not my boyfriend," I murmured lowly.

"Lies! I heard yall making out upstairs. Scourge, I honestly feel hurt. After all these years and then you just go and make out with some secret mistress. IS that how you're going to treat me? Especially after how good I've been to you?"

"Shut the fuck up, Dante," Scourge said before turning around and throwing an apple at his friend. Dante dodged the apple, the smile never leaving his face.

"See, Rosy. He just threw an apple at my head. That's not very nice if you ask me."

"I guess," I murmured, looking back over at Scourge who had pulled out a small microwaveable pizza.

"Dude, that's so ghetto. My bet is that she dumps you in a week because you're so cheap," Dante teased.

"Shut the hell up before I punch you right off that lamp," Scourge said as he put the pizza in the microwave.

"Ohh, and then what? Gonna wrestle me to the ground and make me call you daddy?"

"You know what," Scourge said before his wings came out from his back. In the same second, he flew up at Dante and tackled him off the chandelier. I watched them with wide eyes as they rolled around on the ground, trying to take punches at each other. The only reason I didn't break it up was because they were laughing so I assumed they were just playing around. Once the pizza beeped, Scourge got off Dante and kicked him. "Faggot," he told his friend as he stretched his wings back in.

"Asshole," Dante said as he got up, rubbing his head. He then flew over to me, leaning on the counter to look up at me curiously. "You're so beautiful," he said, tilting his head. Blush flooded my cheeks again.

"Thank you."

"No problem darling."

"So, how many Angels live here," I asked as I looked around the big kitchen. Dante shrugged.

"A couple but most of them are on missions at the moment. IT's only huge because if we were all packed together then we'd probably kill each other. Take Miguel for example-"

"That's not my name, Dante," Scourge growled from the other side of the room. I looked over at him to see a sad glare pasted on his face. Lucifer had called him Miguel as well. Was that his real name?

"Not anymore anyway," Dante said with a swift wave of his hand.

"Whatever, come on Rosy," he said, handing me the pizza and grabbing my hand. He practically dragged me back upstairs to the confinement of his room. I sat down on his bed while he sat as his desk. He didn't look at me while I nibbled at the pizza. There was an emotionless expression on his face so I couldn't exactly tell whether he was mad or sad or even happy. In an effort to keep myself sane and to not think about my situation, I looked over at one of the poems taped to his wall. I instantly regretted it though. The whole thing was depressing and kept talking about death, pain and being a monster. For a second, I didn't even believe Scourge wrote it. Then I recognized his neat cursive handwriting from the notes he would always pass me in school. I hadn't known he felt that way though. From the way he acts, it seems as if nothing ever fazed him. The poem made me realize how dark his heart actually was. Even after I learned about the Dark Angels, I still couldn't really see Scourge as that type of creature. But reading that poem made me think otherwise.

"You done," he asked, snapping me out my thoughts. I looked down at my plate to see that the pizza was gone. I hadn't thought I was that hungry but I guess so. He took the plate from me and threw it in the trashcan that lay in the corner of his room. Then he sat down next to me on the bed. An urge to lean up against him rang through me but I fought it back.

"I read your poem," I said, getting his attention since he was doodling with his finger on my thigh. "What are you doing?"

"I like your skin. It's soft and smooth and warm." He looked up at me but let his hand rest on my leg. "The poem was disturbing, wasn't it?"

"Just a little bit," I admitted, looking away.

"It's okay if you thought it was. I know that they can be very-"

"Beautiful?" Scourge raised an eyebrow at me. "Under all of that tension and vividly disturbing literary images, it's actually sort of beautiful. I mean, it tells the story of someone who fell subject to death and became something they didn't want to be. Anyone can relate to it if they put it in point of something that's going on in their lives."

"Like what?"

"Like falling victim to being an alcoholic or losing your mind or maybe getting into drugs. There are tons of things out there certain people can relate to."

"So that poem doesn't make you think that I'm a weirdo who hates himself?" I shook my head.

"Not really. I mean, did you even want to be a Dark Angel?" Scourge looked down at my thigh that his hand was still resting on.

"It's not like I had a choice, Rosy. They just made me one against my will. Even if I said no, they probably still would have done it. That's what it's like for all of us. There is no if you want to be one or not, it's you're going to be one whether you like it not. Lucifer cares about us but only to a certain extent. We may call him Father but that's only for his entertainment. He likes to mock the upper power. Anyway, he doesn't act anything like a father to any of us. Only as a master and a trainer."

"Oh. I'm so sorry." He shook his head.

"Don't be. It is what it is. Besides, if I hadn't become a Dark Angel, then I wouldn't have met you."

"So you actually like me? Not just for the mission?" He shook his head, his ice blue eyes looking back up to gaze into my jade ones.

"I've always liked you Rosy. As weird as that sounds, I liked you when you were just a little baby. There was just something about you that kind of drew me in, I guess. As you grew up, I saw the darkness flooding into your heart and I got a little scared for you. I didn't want you to become a Dark Angel like me. Sure, we're beautiful and immortal but we have to do a lot of bad things. Even though we're supposed to be evil, we still have some humanity in us. Some Angels never even fully forgive themselves sometimes. And you, you have so much innocence and good in you that I couldn't bear to see you do things against your will that won't bring anything to you except losing your mind. I will admit that I am curious to see how you would look as one of us, but at the same time: I don't want any of the other effects to happen to you. You're too special for that." Once again, for what I think might be the millionth time tonight, blush came across my cheeks. I looked over to the other side of the room where there were pictures. I got up to go look at them. Scourge came up behind me, resting his hands at my waist.

"Is this your family," I asked, looking over the picture of five people, one of them being him. He had to only be about 1 or 2 and was sitting on a beautiful young woman's lap. She had long wavy light blue hair, deep violet eyes and a charming smile. Scourge looked a lot like her despite the hair and eye color. Guess he looks like his mom just like I do with mine. The two other children were between the ages of 8 and 6. The boy looked more like the man on whom the girl was sitting on but he had green hair and violet eyes. The man had green hair and ice blue eyes. Scourge's ice blue eyes. The little girl looked more like Scourge and their mother but also carried the green hair and ice blue eyes.

"Yea," he murmured.

"Your mother was beautiful."

"Thanks. A lot of people say that I look like her."

"You do." I saw him shrug before he went back and sat on the bed. After staring down at the picture for another moment, I did the same thing. We sat in silence for a little while until he spoke.

"What do you wanna do to pass the time," he asked.

"Got any board games," I asked, looking up at him. A ghost of a smirk came upon his lips before he finally gave up and grinned.

"Playing board games is not something you do after a first date."

"Then what do you do after a first date? I've never been on a date before so I wouldn't know," I said, trying to sound as innocent as I could. I knew he wanted to make out but I didn't want to sound like a whore. Honestly, I was surprised at how much I wanted to kiss him. We barely knew each other but yet, I understood him a lot more than I did any other guy who had tried to date me in the past.

"We make out, duh," he said with a playful eye roll. I giggled as he leaned down to softly put his lips against mine. Just when I opened my mouth to give him entrance, we heard a flutter of wings. I pulled away from him quickly so that I could look around for the noise. Even though I was among the Dark Angels didn't mean that anything else could happen with them and I'd get taken away. Or on the bright side, I could be dreaming all of this.

Sitting on Scourge's mirror was a huge raven with glowing dark red eyes. "Master requests the both of you," it said with its deep raspy voice. I screamed, jumping into Scourge's lap. My date chuckled at me, pulling me close against him.

"Calm down, it's just Bane. He's the messenger bird around here," he explained to me.

"He just talked," I said as I looked up at him with wide eyes. "Animals cannot talk."

"I can," the raven, Bane, said before letting out a laugh.

"Don't worry, Rosy. Things are gonna get much stranger than a talking bird so I suggest you get used to it." He picked me up only to set me back down on my feet. "Come on before Father gets impatient."

"What's he going to tell us once we get down there?" Scourge barely glanced at me although his face darkened.

"The truth."

I have no idea if I like this chap or not but I hope you all enjoy it. The next one might be long. Idk yet but I might not throw the truths out there yet ;)

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