Chapter 11

U R I E L

That wretch! That demonic filth! How dare she? Putting curses on my human. My human! My hands itch with the need to strangle her once more, to crush her bones and watch as the life leaves her dark eyes. That monstrosity. Why these demons still exist, I don't know. But they are and always have been evil. That demon should be grateful I did not kill her. As much as I do want to kill her I cannot. The safety of my human must come before my rage and need for vengeance. The demon said her death will only secure the wretched curse. That is if she is not lying. Demons always lie. There is a high possibility the wretch is lying right now. Does she even know truth? I should kill her. I should tear her limb from limb as I've done to the thousands of her kind.

But I can't. And not because of the human...something tells me if there was no human I still wouldn't.

"Hey, Angel boy! Do you even know where you're going?", the demon yells and hiss, gritting my teeth. I stop in the hair, wings flapping. I don't know where I'm going...I've been throwing a tantrum like a child instead of focusing on the task at hand. Embarrassed, I turn to face her, "Take me to the witch, wretch." I spit.

She smirks, approaching me casually as if all the fear from before has somehow vanished, "Aw, someone's embarrassed." she coos.

"Shut it." I spit, clenching my jaw. I hadn't even noticed the heat that'd spread across my face. She giggles and flies on. This journey better be fast so I can enjoy her sweet death with my hands. If I kill her...No. When I kill her.

"You best remember, demon, that you only live because I allow it."

"Yeah, yeah, sour cream. Just follow me." She shrugs. My eye twitches. Her smirk is always there. Is that all she ever does? Does she find this situation amusing? Or does she find death enjoyable? And why does she keep that sly smirk on her? It's annoyingly distracting, so much so that I can't help but notice her fangs peep out from her soft lips; the whiteness of her teeth that contrast from the rich complexion, like a black pearl. If only she was not evil, maybe then she'd be even more beautiful. Yes...she is a demon, I remind my hammering heart. Why it is acting this way, I do not know. I snap out of my trance, "Where are we headed, demon?" I demand. She gracefully spins to face me, her motions fluid like water, and her smile widens, she has a tiny gap between her two front teeth. The moon's light beams over her like a lover's coat and, her features look softer her small body but large wings give a sense of power. My chest tightens alarmingly.

"A celebration." She chuckles as if it should be known. This fiend!

"This is no time for games, demon. Do you wish to die so soon!" I snarl, stalking towards her.

She raises her hands, sensing my distaste, "Hey, hey! Calm down, this is how you meet witches! You can't just find them anywhere." She exasperates, moving away from me.

I glare for a moment then gesture to her, "Alright then, move." We fly to our destination.

We reach a secluded beach with loud cheering in the distance and we descend. I eye the demon carefully. I can never let my guard down around these creatures, they are much too conniving and deceitful. The flapping of our wings kicks up sand as we reach the ground. The slow waves of the calm sea reflect the brightness of the moon, the night sky is a song for the eyes and the wind a whisper for the ears as the sounds of waves interrupt its silence. I look up to the sky, although not as beautiful as my home's, it calmed me. It reminded me of the gift that was my wings, the joy I can experience as I raked through the skies; the power and freedom that came with it. The rough sounds of sizzling invade my thoughts. I snap my eyes to the demon, ready to attack only to find her—I tilt my head, confused—transforming?

Her wings shrink into her shoulders and her horn retreat into her skull, her mahogany double slit skirt transforms into extremely revealing shorts. I gasp, frowning, What is she doing?

She giggles suddenly, "Why the blush? Never seen a woman's legs before?" She teases and I grit my teeth. Why does she make me this way?

"What are you doing?" I grumble, approaching her.

"Getting ready for the party." She shrugs, her tone feigns innocence and her doe eyes have gone from a sinful red to a brown colour. I am still confused, why would she need to change? I freeze as her top becomes see-through, revealing her black brassiere and large chest. My mouth dries up. Heat spreads across the expanse of my entire body; and groin. Dammit!

"Like what you see?" She chuckles, casually, not even sparing me a glance as if my presence does not affect her.

"What are you doing?"

"Watch" Her dark fog appears again, the smell of dark forces stings my senses for a moment. Suddenly, the sphere around her disappears and my heart quickens. On reflex, I grab her and yank her towards my chest. She yelps, crashing against it. I maneuver my wing over her smaller frame, covering her completely from the world. I glance around to ensure no one saw us. She removed her sphere! Is she insane? Now she is completely visible to the humans! I glare at her.

"What? Did someone see?" She asks frantically.

"Why would you remove your sphere?" I yell, grasping her tighter, closer to me. She sags and chcukles. I stiffen as soft palms press against my chest.

"I told you we're going to a celebration. A human celebration."

"Are you insane! You wish to reveal yourself to humans?"

"They won't know! We'll blend in perfectly. Look at me, I look very much human-like, and the seductive kind." She smirks. I can not disagree. I am not liking where this journey is headed. Humans seeing me; being aware of my existence. It is daring, rebellious even. Yet so enticing. It would be so wrong, against the laws of my lands. But to mix with the humans and experience their ways. I want to do it, no one would know...but I shouldn't. I am the prince, I cannot forget my responsibilities.

"No, there is far too much risk, find another way."

"It's completely fine—"

"It is against the laws—"

"It's also unlawful to work alongside a demon and not report any of it." She fires back. I stiffen. How does she know I haven't reported the situation? Not that I can, considering that my reputation would end up in shambles.

"Come on, you can't save your human without breaking a few laws. The witch is a human as well. So we cannot interrogate if she can't see us." She coaxes. Rage envelops me, I grab her by her frail neck, squeezing her—a guilty pleasure—I bring her close, her sweet scent around me once more. My hands are on fire, not knowing whether it's from the rage or her weird effect on me. This sly evil demon. Death to her and her kind. But she is correct. Enraged, I shove her away, warmth goes with her. I begin my transformation, my wings retreating into my shoulders; lower back; calves, and lower arms. She has a playful smirk to her once again. She has such a big effect on me yet I do not on her. I clench my jaw, irritated.

She must be planning something, the conniving wretch. I growl at her, annoyed that she is right. I stomp past her towards endless cheering in the distance. "You look stunning." She says.

"Shut it." My heart stammers and I clench my jaw. I will kill her.