Struggling (5)

He patted the demon's body until he felt the wet blood against his fingertips and the position of the wound was clear. He breathed deeply through his nose before he tried to reach the bullet. One finger, two fingers pushing deep inside the body, trying to reach a small bullet.

A shaky breath escaped him when he felt the smooth surface covered in blood. Clenching his teeth, he pulled it out with the effort.

Trying to stop the bile that wanted to break out of his stomach, he stood up. His legs were weak, but he tried to stand up. The bullet itself wouldn't cause damage without the force to push it inside a body, but he had seen a wrench on top of one of the tables. Perhaps he could join both of them and make some kind of weapon.

His shoulder slumped against the rough wall when he was finally over, but he stilled in fear when the door made a soft thud that sounded too loud on his ears. He slowly moved towards where he had seen was the door, trying to hear what was happening on the other side.

There was silence.

He touched tentatively until he found the knob and opened it with carefulness, swallowing when it made a soft click. He pushed the door a little and breathed in relief when he saw on his left an empty hallway that led towards the stairs. Pushing the door enough for his body to pass, he walked, using his uninjured hand to support him.

"Lucifer?" Aaron whispered. He wasn't sure how to do this; it had been a long time since he had prayed and he never had done it like this. "First of all, calm yourself please, and don't destroy anything." Aaron chuckled brokenly at the absurdity of the situation, his heart hammering so fast that it was almost painful. He inhaled. "I don't know where I am but Mammon─ Mammon is the one behind all this, Meg tried to make me call you, but─" how did Aaron say that he didn't call Lucifer because he was afraid of what he would do. "Just calm yourself. I─"

A door opened and Aaron saw as a demon walked through. It took her a moment to notice him, but it was too late. Aaron had already used his new weapon against her. He saw in panic how light fluttered inside her skull. He had never killed someone before, but it seemed that now he had the blood of a demon and a human on his hands. And part of his face too.

Oh, God.

He blinked when he heard the sound of steps approaching. Moving towards the woman's body, Aaron tried to pull the bullet from her cheek. At least this time it wasn't too deep, he laughed weakly, almost hysterically.

"I don't have much time," he said, trying to silence his breathing as he started walking faster. Using the stairs was a little more difficult but Aaron could do it. He needed to reach the light. "There is a gun, a powerful gun that Mammon has. It can kill everything and─"

A hand grabbed his elbow. He turned his head and saw in horror Mammon standing next to him.

"Aaron!" he said. There was a smile on his lips as he pushed him forward, not letting him stump when his feet gave up at the pace. "What nice of you to come up, I was already going to retrieve you."

A broken cry escaped him as he placed a foot hard on the floor, using that moment of stability he tried to use all his body to push him away. "Let me go, you demon!" he said, but it didn't cause anything more than ruffle Mammon's clothes, enough for him to see the gun on his waistband.

The ground started to shake, slowly at first, but then increasing with ferocity as seconds passed. Aaron used that moment to fight harder to get away from his grip, screaming and kicking; fighting with all he had. He escaped once when the air grew colder, using nothing more than teeth and punches. He ran even if his all body protested as he limped, but the place was full of demons and by the time he had reached a door, several of them had already immobilized him.

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Excerpt of next chapter:

A glimmering red light greeted him at the end of the hallway he had already been walking for two hours. He would have flown to the end but his wings were too injured. Grace poured from the wounds that had formed by crushing down structures made of brimstone, evaporating the souls that were close to becoming demons, in short, he had spent the entire time of his research destroying everything he found in his course with his appendages, not able to contain his fury every time he didn't find clues about Aaron. The purple paths of bruises that danced over his body as his grace fought to come out were getting annoying and because of his lack of control, he couldn't heal himself.