Angel in name of Devil

Chapter Two

Chapter Two,

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In the blink of an eye, he shot up into the sky with Hazel Goodman in his arms, holding on to her fragile body tightly. His big, black feathery wings moved up and down, going higher and higher. His fingers gripped her waist so tightly, he unknowingly marked her side with his fingers.

Tears left Hazel eyes, partly because of the cold wind that was blowing on her face and partly because she’d never see Esther and Edric again. Hazel tried to visualize their faces in her head, but all she could see was them crying and begging for her.

Hazel’s body was pressed into his, making her feel extremely uncomfortable and scared. She couldn’t see his face, but she could hear his heavy breathing. Confused and scared, Hazel let him carry her. You let him take you to the unknown. What else she could do. This was the only option she had. Let him do whatever he wants.

The trip was short. Never had Hazel realized how close by he actually lived from Heaven. She had imagined it to take hours or maybe even days for her to reach hell…

The devil dropped Hazel on the floor, making her hiss in pain as she landed badly on her ankle. His eyes traveled from her face to her ankle as she let herself sink to the floor. Hazel stared up at him as he looked down at her.

Behind him were enormous gates, similar to the ones in Heaven. They were made from something that looked like black rusty metal, but stronger. Plants and thorns covered the gates, making it impossible to see what was on the other side.

“Get up”, the devil ordered Hazel. His brown eyes shot up to look into her amber ones. A tear rolled down

Hazel’s cheek, realizing she would suffer here… more than just from a painful ankle.

“It’s not safe outside the gates for you, get up, Hazel”, Hazel suddenly heard his voice inside her head. Her eyes widened in shock. He just sent a message inside her mind…

“Don’t be so shocked. I can talk to anyone like this”, he said inside her head again. 'Is that how he knew everyone’s name?’, Hazel thought. A black shadow appeared suddenly, making her flinch. “Get up.”, he said again, still calm. Hazel opened her mouth to speak, but words couldn’t form.

His big hand gripped her small hand as he pulled Hazel up. A whimper left her lips as she stood on both of her feet with her injured ankle. The shadow only got bigger. The devil helped her get inside the gates, quickly, without saying a word.

“Weakling”, he mumbled as he left Hazel on the ground again inside the gates and walked away.

Two tall figures with long, slender fingers suddenly picked Hazel up by her arms and dragged her upstairs. It, literally, felt like hell. Counting each staircase and losing hope every time she thought it would be her last breath.

Finally, Hazel reached the last staircase that led to a hall with only one door. Her heart clenched at the thought of what could be behind the door. A cell? A torture room? But to her surprise… it was a bedroom. A tidy, cozy bedroom.

“He took pity on you because he hurt your ankle. But I don’t pity you, so this is the first and the last time we’ll drag you up the stairs. Ankle or no ankle”, one of the weird figures said as both of them left. They were no Angel, no Devil. They were demons. Cruel looking, dangerous demons.

Hazel had no idea how long she had been inside the room. There was no clock, no perceptible of time at all. It could have been an hour, maybe a whole day. She did not dare to get up from her bed. Nor did dared go outside the room. Instead, she just stared at the door, waiting for someone or something to come inside.

“What would he do to me? What is he planning? If he wanted to kill me, why does he wait? Well, he’s the devil, after all. He probably wants to make me suffer. I never knew the devil was so good-looking, though. His face is just perfect, his body so attractive. Does he even have a name? Or is his name actually ‘devil’

That’d be so weird…”

Zachary Dwight stepped inside the room. The room was small, but big enough for it to feel comfortable. He looked around in the room, as if he was hunting for something. Suddenly, he ripped a piece off the blanket.

Hazel flinched at his abrupt action. A step closer. Slowly another, until he stood so close to her, she could hear his heartbeat again. Trembling in fear, Hazel let him do whatever he was planning. That was it. What she expected was him to kill her.

Zachary grabbed her ankle and sunk to sit on one knee, making her sob. His eyes shot back to your face, with a somewhat surprised or worried look. He wrapped the piece of blanket around her painful ankle and within a second… the pain was gone. Completely gone, like magic. Magic wasn’t something new to Hazel, but someone with healing power was.

He got up and walked towards the door in silence. “T thank… t-tha…”, she stuttered. He stopped walking, his back still towards Hazel.

“I can get inside your mind. Talk to it, read it… but it gets tiring to be inside someone’s head for too long, so you better start talking normally before I go back and get your little sister”, he said inside Hazel’s head.

Hazel froze in place, a hundred thoughts went through her head. She felt like somebody was brutally pulling her soul of her body. The thought of him hurting her little sister haunted Hazel.

“You thought I was unaware that Esther was the one who sneezed?”, he mumbled before closing the door behind him.