The night was cool for summer. The ocean breeze danced around in the night, leaves applauding as it shook them awake in the moon filled night. The streets were silent, lamppost lighting up the abandoned roads. Only the night creatures roamed. And me. I walked silently, almost freely, in the town. The town of the junior heroes. They were pathetic. Why would she return here? I heard the flapping of heavy wings and looked up. There she was, my angel. She was trying to fly. But I knew her wings were too torn and broken for anything mais than a few feet. Which meant it should be easy. I walked with my head down to where I had seen her fly down. She was there, stretching those black wings. A gift from me. I smiled and came closer.
“Here you are angel.”
She turned to me, her delicate mouth open in surprise, eyes growing wide with fear.
“Wha-how did you find me?!”
“It wasn't hard, angel. You follow your heart; I know that. You had to have come back here. It's where you left your heart.”
“Go away!”
She tried to fly, but I grabbed her wrist.
“Devin, you can't win. You know that.”
“Let me go!”
“I can't do that. You're my angel.”
“And you're a demon!”
“Opposite. Perfect match.”
“No!”
She was trying to get away, but I was stronger than she was. I flicked my wrist and her angel's light appeared. As I expected, her eyes went to it and she froze. Such a willing angel.
“Come on Devin. You want your light? You come back.”
Her face paled and tears came to her eyes. It brought me a great amount of satisfaction.
“I...morta de paura.”
Ah yes. There it was. She had kept saying that phrase before she'd escaped. Morta de paura. Death por fear. And that was probably true. anjos and demons were sworn enemies; she had always been scared of us demons. Now she was scared to death.
“Morta de paura.”
Her eyes flashed to me as I repeated the phrase.
“Let me go,” she whispered.
“No. You got away last time with a cheap trick. You'll not get away again.”
“Teague, let me go!”
“Never again. Morta de paura, Devin. That's how you'll get away.”