All the time the archangel was chanting in Angel, a prayer to keep her alive. Angel prayers are much more effective than those of humans so I was optimistic.
After I had cleaned them, the archangel told me to dip her body in the stream and bathe her.
I gently laid her in the stream, getting in myself. One arm was placed underneath her neck with the other under the back of her knees. I used the water to wash her, gently massaging her stomach and her shoulder and back. I massaged every inch of her body then washed her hair. The stream acts as a full bath. The water automatically soaps the body and shampoos and conditions the hair. Angels never liked to be dirty.
Once I had finished cleaning and massaging Grace, I laid her on the grass. The archangel came back a second later with a glass bottle with a blue liquid inside, a towel and some clothes for her to wear.
"Now, tilt back her head and open her mouth for me." The archangel ordered. I did so and he tipped a few drops of the liquid in her mouth and then we put her on the towel and I wrapped it around her body to dry her up.
"Now you need to chant the prayer of the Angels and if she believes in you enough, she will survive. If not, we must fear the worst." He said with sad eyes.
I began to chant in Angel and I held onto her hand. After the chant, I bent down and kissed her sweet soft lips.
As I did this her eyes fluttered open and she held onto me. I held her back and the archangel laughed in delight and flew away.
I was too shocked to speak so I just gently caressed her cheek with the thumb, scared I would hurt her.
"Where are we?" She whispered and it was so musical I wanted to kiss her again.
"We are in heaven - but don't worry, I saved you just in time. You are still a mortal." I was still above her, gazing into her beautiful bright green eyes.
"I remember what happened." She said after a pause. I stiffened, hoping she wouldn't hate me. "I'm glad you killed him although I hate to see people in pain. It was his destiny. Only a guy that evil would get killed by an angel." She joked with a small laugh.
I grinned at her. I had never felt so happy in my life with her safe in my arms.
"Here, you should probably get dressed." I smiled gently, pointing towards the clothes. She looked down and blushed deep red as she realised she was only wearing a towel.
"Sorry" she whispered, clutching onto the towel.
I chuckled. "Grace you are beautiful and you never need to say sorry to me." I whispered back. "Besides, I've already seen you, I bathed you in the stream." I said, my eyes intend on hers. She looked over at the stream and blushed even deeper. "You have nothing to be ashamed of and nothing to be scared about. You are exquisite and I would do nothing to harm you."
She nodded and sat up slowly with my help, taking the clothes. "I don't know how to thank you." She whispered.
I shook my head. "You do not need to thank me, you saved me so I saved you." I smiled gently and helped her stand up. Then I let her to behind the waterfall. "You can dress here. I will be back in 5 minutes." I said and she nodded and walked towards me, throwing her arms around my waist. I put my arms around her and kissed her head.
About 5 minutes later, Angelo walked back in. I was fully dressed in a beautiful floor length white dress with real pearls around the bust. He stared at me for a second before regaining his composure.
"You look amazing." He smiled, walking over to me and holding onto my waist so that I could move easier because it definitely wasn't easy. My left arm didn't move properly and I had to keep myself upright otherwise the pain from either my back or stomach would be excruciating. The wounds had patched up though. Probably some fairy magic, I thought with a smile.
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Broken AngelTeen Fiction
18 year old Grace has way more responsibilities than she should have. Dealing with parents that suffer from addictions and raising her two younger sisters, she finds herself being sold off to a rich old man who abuses her. This story follows her jou...