A Chance With the Devil

Tasks

Weeks later, I found myself being unbound. Gidon pressed a button on my band and it suddenly broke off, falling onto the floor and making a clattering sound. He touched my bounded wings which had stiffened after the many weeks of not stretching them. The liquid suddenly burned itself but I felt no pain. A rather rancid smell came from my wings and I wrinkled my nose. Gidon backed up, obviously knowing that the smell was there. He picked up the tools that I had been using to fix the steel door which did not open up automatically like it used to.

He motioned me up to my room and I happily obliged, attempting to stretch out my wings which, I admit, were so stiff I'm surprised I didn't collapse from pain as I tried to move them. I quickly grabbed another corset and a skirt to go with it while letting my wings collapse into a cloak behind me. However, the cloak was also stiffened enough that I could feel it as it dragged against the floor.

With a sigh of relief, I undressed with only a little difficulty and got into the shower, feeling the warm water drench the cloak. The bathroom was wide enough that any type of being with wings as large as mine could easily fit. Every bathroom was designed to provide as much room to be able to fit the wings of everyone. I let the cloak drop, feeling the rush of my wings as they took form only this was a bit painful.

I bit my lip as I slowly opened and closed the folding of my wings so that I could try and stretch the stiffness out of them. It hurt a bit but I was able to keep the painful sounds by biting on my lip. Unfortunately it got so painful I could taste blood in my mouth. After a bit, I was able to move them without much pain, and soon I was able to lather my body with the scent of blueberry, my favorite.

Once I was done, I got out and dried myself off, applying my lavender scented lotion and adorning a dress weaved with leaves embedded in the skirt. I sprayed my wings with a sweet concoction that would help their flexibility after being stiff for so long. I outlined my eyes in a dark eyeliner, applying a purple mixed with blue shadow around the eyes. Finally, a touch of gloss completed the look.I admired my outfit for a second and smiled at myself in the mirror before turning away and walking back into my room. It felt great to finally be able to move freely instead of being bound and unable to fully complete some tasks. The band around my head had not really been a problem except for ducking under things in which I would underestimate the radius of the band and accidentally knock it against the boards.

Picking up a handful of seeds, I gave them to the hawk that was in its cage in my room. During my time here, I had spent much of my nights on the top of the mountain just sitting there and watching the stars. That is, until I had stumbled upon a wounded hawk who's wing was bent at an odd angle. I had brought it into my room, Gidon had granted me permission to even though fallen angels had no need to keep pets. But I really wouldn't have called him a pet but rather just a temporary companion. I left my window open to him but he had never left, even after I knew he was fully better.

I wasn't complaining though, it got really lonely sometimes when the only people I really talked to were Gidon and some random others. Though they came and went. I wasn't really good with conversations by myself for I had spent most of my time training for the day I met my mortal. Of course that was out of the question now. But sometimes I couldn't help but think about what he was up to. If he had escaped or had merely just forgotten about me. It wouldn't be much of a surprise since most humans weren't aware of their so called "Guardians." Of course, my case was quite different from the average.

After feeding the bird, I looked at him with a friendly expression. He mocked me by tilting his head at the same angle I was looking at him. With a small chuckle, I placed a finger on his feathers but pulled away when I saw that the spot I had touched had turned a different color. Instead of a normal brown, it had turned into a coal black. But only where I had touched him. I held my wrist out and it mounted it, its talons digging gently into the soft flesh of my arm.

I touched its beak which turned a purple color. With a raised brow, I traced my finger all the way down the bird's spine, watching as the colors changed completely. I traced the rest of the bird's body and was surprised to see that instead of a hawk, it was a raven. Great, Gidon's going to think I'm housing an animal shelter in here. I let the bird go back to its cage, tracing the small marks from where the bird or weird creature left.

I left my room, heading downstairs and almost barreling straight into a big wall of...feathers? I pushed them out of the way and the source of the feathers turned around. It was Maverick, one of the unpaired warriors.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, pushing what I figured out was his wings.

He raised a brow and then looked me up and down. "One can't resist admiring the view m'lady." he said with a snicker.

He chuckled and roughly pressed me against the wall, his mouth crushing mine. I struggled, attempting to push him away and get him off me. But he was all muscle and no fat, my attempts were useless. I suddenly realized the scenery was spinning and then...we were in my room. I felt myself being pushed and I landed on the bed. I looked up, just as he snickered.