Thread: Burning Passions [ Luciel x Ironic ]

Shit! The words inaudible to anyone but herself as the beast shifted from his slumber. Why. In the. Hell. Did she. Must. SCREAM?! Idiot idiot idiot she downgraded herself as its eyes fluttered open. He did have a point, and she had forgotten that she was undressed. Stating her nudity caused her to glimpse down before squealing, holding the cape closer to her quivering body that now seemed too small to cover herself. Why did he go throughout the time and suffering to rescue her if he was going to treat her so emotionlessly? Oh, right, because he was a SPAWN FROM HELL! Though, it still didnt appease her request. The silence was deafening, her ears ringing from the stillness of the air. Her hand was skeptical at accepting the clothing he had chosen for her, but the skepticism was soon replaced by embarrassment for her bare skin. Swiftly she placed it on her torso, the fabric swallowing her in its large size. The scent was familiar, but she couldnt put her tongue on it. And the design was too, she supposed, as she peeked down at the pentagram before pinching the shirt to inspect it more carefully. Startled by his transformation, she wanted to look away, but her eyes were glued onto his shapeshifting. That hair those sincere hands that were once lethal No No! D-Damian?... Damian?! Her hands cupped her gaping mouth, head shaking in disbelief. You, hurt? Huh! She huffed out a breath of air. Of course, she was surprised to see her long lost friend, the one she was supposed to meet at dinner. Ten. Years. Ago. But the shock of what she had just witnessed overcame every fiber in her body that wanted to get up and rush to his side. Still, her body twitched in yearning to give him an apologetic hug. Carefully she listened to his phone call, and she wanted to protest, but her body ached when she tried to get up. Blood stained her skin, and it would be wise to get examined by a medical professional. Where does he go if he has a wound? She questioned herself, totally something she shouldnt be thinking about. Navaeh was one for getting out of course with topics. Random ones to say the least. Silly man, your father was. Why did he say the word was? Her father! Daddy? Where is he?! In the face of her pain she managed to place her palms on the ground sturdily enough to almost stand on both feet. Almost. Landing back down on the floor, she grimaced before imploring him for answers. Those guys, they did something with him! They knocked him out last I knew. They might have him! She had to gasp for air as her mouth was running faster than the words could be sounded out. Hes out there! We have to get him! She demanded, uncaring to her current condition. Damn body, get up! She growled as she desperately wobbled on her knees, gripping onto the nearest object to help her stand upwards. Why are you looking at me like that? Come on! Stop fooling around now, Ill ask questions later, but right now daddy needs us! She wanted to cry, but no tears regenerated in her glossy eyes. A deep, sharp pain struck her heart, and she knew the answer, her body did, but her mind hadnt accepted the fact that he could be Dead. She ignored his comments, even the part where he stated his role as a demon. It didn't matter. Daddy did. Damian was alright, she was... stable. But Daddy? This wasn't the Damian she remembered. Cold. Still. Motionless. No warm smile, no warm hug. She missed the tight squeezes he gave her way back when. How long has he been a demon?