Dark Rose

I'm a worthless demon

I used my fire to blast him off of me, not meaning to, then I looked at him in tears as I saw the burn marks I'd caused slowly healing. I ran over to the other side of the hallway still crying and said, "I'm sorry" I told Aziz right before I started to fly and crashed into the window causing the glass to fly everywhere. "Rose, wait," he screamed after following me. I tried to lose him through the turning I did, but he would eventually find me again, so I landed.

I took a second to remember the look on Lucy's face, knowing that I had lost the only person who truly cared about me, and I no longer cared what Aziz did to me. First, I started to whimper just before I sobbed the most I ever had before. A few minutes later, Aziz found me still prepared to attack again. I looked away and said, "Fine, just do it. Get it over with. Now Lucy's scared of me, there's no reason for me to fight again."

I held my eyes shut tight, prepared for the pain. "I-I can't," he told me, dropping the knife on the gravel. I rushed over to the knife and put it in his hands, and I made him hold it to my chest. "Just do it," I told him, "if you don't someone else will and I don't want to wonder when I'll die I want to know, "I yelled at him, "please, just kill me."

As I looked away, I turned back into my human form. White crystals started to fall from the sky. I looked up to the sky as snow fell on my face and my clothes. "And that's why I can't do it," he told me, "you might be physically a demon but you're much more human than I guessed," Aziz said, looking at me with kind eyes. "Aziz, who am I," I asked, knowing I'll hate the answer. His eyes looked sad, and he said, "You don't want to know." "Please," I asked, I could see how much this pained him. "Y-your, the daughter of Lucifer," I wasn't just a demon. No, I was the daughter of the devil.

A couple of minutes later, I realized something. "I can't go home," I said, "my mom wouldn't let me after this." "Come on," he said, "I have a hotel room, you can stay with me." He pulled out his beautiful golden wings reaching out his hand. As soon as I grabbed his hand, I pulled out my coal-black wings flying alongside him. The wind sliding in and past my feathers felt so weird my tail flapping with the wind to help keep my balance. I never felt so alive. It was amazing the snow falling on my face as I flew, my inner fire keeping me warm.

When we got to the hotel Aziz passed me a pair of sunglasses and said, "You'll be all over the news come morning and your eyes are a huge giveaway, I'm risking a lot helping you." "I said you could kill me, that offer is still on the table when you give up," I told him, "I'm a worthless demon anyway." "Do you want to die!? You don't have an imortal soul, Nephilim. If you die. You're gone. No more Rose. Got it!?" "Fine. No death for me," I grumbled. ______________________________________

I was about somewhere between 1. 2. Maybe 3. I clutched my stuffed dog tight. It looked kinda demonic. Like a hell hound. I heard adult voices that sound panicked. As my ear was pressed against the door. I heard the door open, and it knocked me down. My wings caught my fall. Flapping hard.

A man. With horns, demonic wings, and a demonic tail. Caught my fall just before my wings gave out. He pulled me close, nuzzling her. "Your sister hates children. And she hates me. I. I wouldn't feel right giving little Rose to her.

A brunette woman walked out of the room and said,"What other choices do we have, Aphrael? Your father will do anything to have her. To control her. To kill her light." The woman nuzzled the demons neck. "We have to protect her. Anyway, possible. Even if it hurts. She's our baby girl."

I woke up in tears. My head was spinning. And my heart was heavy. Looked over to the bed Aziz was on. He used his wings as blankets the same way I had before I woke up. I went into the hotel room bathroom and looked in the mirror. My hair was all tangle in my horns. I tried to straighten myself out. While trying to figure out my dream. My parents were Lucifer. And Lyla. Not Aphrael and that other woman. Then I remembered that my mom did have a sister who died 2 years after I was born. My grandmother would tell so many stories of her. Of Aunt Ally. As if... hinting to something. It was probably nothing.