Chapter 23: A gift
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The rest of the evening was uneventful, Hunter sat on the sofa while I went to bed having asked if I could sleep alone tonight.
Thankfully I didn’t have any night terrors, maybe the alcohol had helped? Either way, I was glad, it meant I could cry in peace, sleep, and then cry some more. I didn’t think I had ever cried over a man before nor wanted one so badly as I wanted Hunter, I realized I was in love with the damned Angel.
When morning came I had a shower and by the time I was done my headache had gone away, I hadn’t gotten too drunk luckily. I went to pull on my usual jeans and a t-shirt but then thought to myself that perhaps that’s why I never got the men, Melissa always made sure to make an effort to look her best and I decided to try.
I applied my makeup the same as last night, dried and curled my hair the same too and chose to wear skinny jeans and a tight red tank top that showed off just how big my breasts were, yet still casual enough for daytime.
I may not have been slim and lean like my best friend, but I knew there were men who loved bigger curvy women too, hopefully that extended to supernatural beings.
I came out of my room to see Hunter awake and asked, “did you even sleep?”
He turned to look at me and was so busy staring at me, he dropped the tv control onto the floor. He quickly picked it up and stood up. “No, I don’t need to sleep.”
He was staring so intensely that it made me blush, I kept doing that around him lately, and I wasn’t used to it, as for Hunter? Well, I was so used to him looking through me rather than at me most of the time that the intensity of his look threw me off.
I managed not to stutter, “I’ve seen you sleep though.”
“I said I don’t need to not that I can’t,” he answered emotionlessly.
Good, this helped me grow annoyed at his tone, which helped me think straight, “ok, just a question sheesh.”
He didn’t say anything else to me until I started walking towards the front door.
“Where are you going?”
“None of your business, demon, now sit down and be a good boy,” I said sarcastically.
He narrowed his eyes at me but knowing how stubborn I was he didn’t say anything and sat down like I said which I found cute, nope, I absolutely could not find him cute, or sexy or anything like that, I needed to find a way to stop being in love with him before my heart broke.
I left the house and went into town, I didn’t really know why I was here, to avoid Hunter mostly, I browsed through the shops and came across a jewelry section for men. In the glass case I saw a silver necklace with the devil’s pentagram on it and thought it was perfect for Hunter, giggling to myself, I bought it and left the shop. Hunter was looking in my fridge when I walked through the door.
While he poured a glass of orange juice, I casually dropped the necklace onto the table in front of him, “here.” He looked at it and raised an eyebrow, “what? You know Lucifer doesn’t really care about symbols, right?”
That got my attention, “really? I thought he liked people doing all that ritualistic stuff for him?”
He rolled his eyes at me and sat down on the sofa. “He likes that they are choosing him to worship over God, giving him their souls, he doesn’t care how it’s done, although he finds child sacrifice particularly repulsive.”
“Why would he care?” I asked curious.
“He doesn’t want people killing innocents or committing evil acts on his behalf, it makes him look bad to everyone else, he much prefers people don’t believe in us or to worship him while living good normal lives believing he is not as evil as the world thinks.”
“Who would ever believe he isn’t evil?”
“He is many things, but he isn’t evil.”
“Why would anyone want to worship him over God if they believe he is evil?”
He shrugged, “we can make life a lot easier for humans if they choose us to follow, they can choose to make a contract with a demon who will act as a sort of guardian demon, protecting them, helping them in life.”
“Like a guardian Angel?” I asked.
He nodded, and I asked, “wait, do I have a guardian Angel? Can you see them?”
He grew uncomfortable, I could tell because he always became more cold and unreadable when he was. “No, you don’t…anymore..”
“What does that mean?” I panicked.
He looked at me then and answered, “the queen did a spell to separate your Angel from you.”
“How is that even possible?”
“Lucifer gave her the spell, God taught him things he never showed anyone else.”
“Can I get it back? Isn’t God more powerful, why would he allow such a thing?”
Hunter flinched at the word God, and I wondered if it hurt like in the movies. His voice was colder than ice when he answered. “Yes, he is more powerful, but he doesn’t interfere with free will, you chose to carry on being around us after you were freed and if you wish you could ask him to return your Angel and he most likely will.”
“Will you be able to see my Angel if he does?”
He nodded.
“Will it be painful for you?”
“Destiny, it is not like the movies, it doesn’t hurt us to hear his name or be near our unfallen brothers and sisters…not in the way you think anyway.”
“How then?”
He ignored me after that and wouldn’t elaborate, but it was still more information than I’d ever hoped to learn, so I let it go for now and went and grabbed the necklace from the table.
“Here,” I held it out to him.
He asked, “what do I do with that?”
“Wear it, duh,”
“Why would I do that?” He said it like it was the most stupidest thing someone could possibly do.
“Because I bought it for you, and you love me so much,” I joked.
He looked at me for a minute and then sighing, took it from me and placed it on the coffee table.
I rolled my eyes more at myself than him, had I really expected him to wear it? Especially when I said because he loves me so much.
When I came home later that day after some errands, though, I was secretly ecstatic to see him wearing it and wondered when he had put it on. Did that mean he did love me? Pfft, of course not.
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