I couldn't get there fast enough. It was as if my car had decided to slow down purposely, trying to torture me. I huffed and shouted in the solitude of my car, trying to release the anger boiling in me. I couldn't believe what I had heard. I couldn't bare the thought of it, seeing her lying on the bed, bruised and cut. I barely had the courage to walk inside the building. But I did, for her.
I took the elevator up to the second floor. It didn't take much convincing to get her room number. They could see how gutted I was. Nobody could truly fake that.
When I walked in, Lucifer was already hovering over her disheveled body. I couldn't see her face behind his frame. Maybe I didn't want to. I stared at his back, feeling my eye twitch. How could I not expect him to be here? She admitted that she loved him, and I knew that he did too, but sometimes, love isn't enough, and that's what I was counting on.
"You were meant to protect her," he whispered, with a surprisingly calm demeanour that made me anxious. He was crazy and there was no telling what he could do. He had no soul, no remorse for anything, expect maybe her.
"I tried," I said honestly. She didn't listen to anyone anymore. She went her own way, when she wanted and how she wanted. I had come to Earth expecting her to listen and obey what I said. I was an angel and she was a mortal, but in her mind, no one could tell her what to do.
"You didn't try hard enough," he muttered. He raised his hand and brushed her swollen cheek. I took a step closer, her face coming into view. She had a cut across her lip and along her scalp. He cheek was bruised and her arms were gashed and cut up badly.
"It's more than you've done," I stated and he tensed.
"I wouldn't tempt me, Nathaniel. Not with the way I'm feeling right now."
"What did they say?" I whispered, standing at the foot of the bed.
"She's unstable. Chances are she won't make the night," he stated, showing no hint of emotion on his face.
"You know you have to let her go," I told him and he looked up at me. It looked like he was about to cry. She had made the devil cry.
"You're in no position to tell me what to do," he seethed.
"You know you have to," I said calmly, keeping my distance. "For her." His jaw tightened and his face grew red from holding back his rage.
"Where was she going?" he asked me loudly.
"I don't know," I looked down at my feet.
"For fuck's sake, what the hell is wrong with you? You're supposed to be siting on her porch, watching over her at all times. That's your job and the only reason you were created. You were created to watch over her. How did you even get assigned to her?"
"I didn't," I said calmly.
"What do you mean, you didn't?" he eyed me angrily.
"I didn't get assigned to her. It was meant to be another angel, but I escaped before they sent him down."
"And they haven't killed you yet, rid you of your wings? They've gone soft," he scoffed.
"I promised the council I'd keep her safe. They were sceptic about the plan and brushed it aside like it was nothing!" I shouted, feeling my emotions take over. "They were going to let her die, or send someone down to kill her."
"Why? She's just a mortal, she's harmless," he looked down at her again and his eyes immediately softened. He passed the back his hand over her bruised cheek delicately.
"Because they don't want you to come back. This whole prophecy was created in hopes that you would return to Heaven. She was meant to pull you from the darkness and show you the path towards redemption. No one agreed with it, they believed you should remain imprisoned there forever. They meant to kill her to ensure that you would never set foot Upstairs again, but I couldn't let that happen," I looked down at her. "So I took matters in my own hands and protected her. Do you know how many of my own I've killed to keep her safe?"
"They won't let you back in, you know," he said calmly and I nodded. I knew what I was doing when I came down here, but I was still in the process of excepting it. I had taken a leap of faith, had jumped in completely blind. This was never supposed to happen, though. It was never supposed to get this bad.
"I know that. I don't plan on going back."
"And if she dies, what then?"
"I'll beg for forgiveness and be punished as they see fit, and maybe we'll meet again in Heaven," I stated and he hummed quietly.
"Has her Dad been informed?" he asked, changing the subject.
"Probably," I shrugged.
"Then we should probably leave," he said and I began following him out, but the monitor began to emit a constant high pitched sound. A handful or nurses ran in with a large cart, opening her robe. I stood there, still, as if my feet were stuck to the floor. Lucifer did the same as we watched her body raise above the bed every time they sent a shock through her.
"Charge to two hundred," a nurse called and she pressed the two plates to her chest again. The sound continued to echo in my head, and everything happened in slow motion. I approached her bed, her skin becoming pale as her eyes stayed closed. They began pressing on her chest, compressing her rib cage. I watched as they slowly started to give up and I felt like shouting but no sound would come out. The moved away from her body and stood still as one looked up at the clock.
"Time of death, 10:42 a.m.," she announced and I felt my knees collapse under me and I fell to the ground. I was numb but no tears were coming out. I looked up at the doorway where Lucifer stood before, but he was gone.
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Reborn (SEQUEL TO "THE FALLEN ANGEL")Teen Fiction
After her death, Olivia needs to learn how to live again in a world she has yet to discover. With a new threat on the horizon and her past coming back to haunt her, Olivia and Lucifer's love will be tested in ways she never could have expected, but...