Make Me (MxM)

The Game - part 2

"You are not the world" 

"Nor your family" the angel cut him off cruelly, then turned his gaze to me. 

"Get to work, cut his wings" Leon now addressed me, and I just stared at him back in utter shock, which slowly turned into rage. How dare he do this? How dare he abandon Jude like that? For a fucking stupid prophecy, no one even knows is true? 

"Fuck off" 

"Excuse me?" all the angels turned in my direction, surprise written all over their faces. 

"I said fuck off. I won't cut his wings." I threw the knife away, which landed with a loud sound echoing around us. I stood up, shielding Jude from Leon, whose burning gaze now settled on me. 

"Think it through well... is he worth going to hell?" Leon cocked an eyebrow, his face remaining serious and unbothered.

"Yes, he is" I glared back at him without a second thought. We kept our eye contact for a while before Leon nodded shortly. 

"Very well... Then throw both of those after Lucifer. He'll be delighted to have company" as these words left his mouth I felt a pair of hands grab me from behind, and they forced me to my knees despite all my efforts to resist their strength. They pushed me down to face the impossibly deep abyss beneath us, while someone ripped the white sack off of Jude's face. 

His blonde locks shocked me, to say the least, though his hair was lighter than the other angel's and it wasn't curly, it was straight as it was in real life. His face was... very expressive. As if he was a completely different person, I could read so many emotions off of his features. Pain, anger, betrayal and fear mixed in those beautiful blue eyes, as he stared down at the gap underneath us. Thinking just how cold he was now, how deep these emotions were hidden in his eyes, it broke my heart. I wanted to comfort him, to tell him it'll be okay... But even I didn't know what was to come. 

"Cut their wings, and throw them off" Leon repeated, and I heard someone move behind me. The ground trembled underneath us, and everyone glanced around a little confused but didn't stop with their tasks. Before I could've said anything, I felt an unbearable pain come down on my wings, as the knife cut into my back, trying to get the limb off. I screamed out in pain, and everything blurred, the world around me fading into nothing, while the only thing I could hear was my own miserable cries. 

***

"Why isn't he waking up?" 

"Just because you ask me every five seconds, he won't wake up faster" 

"Chaos guy, move!" 

I heard voices, distantly as if they were talking in an entirely different room from me, yet they were too clear to be that far. Events of the past hours slowly poured back into me, and my eyes shot open as I remembered the pain. I sat up in a second, and reached to my back, eyes wide open, as I panted. There was... nothing on my back. I don't have wings... I never did. 

I had to remind myself several times, that there wasn't supposed to by anything on my back... It wasn't cut off, I just... Didn't have wings. Still, the memory of the burning, unbearable pain ran through my, sending and an unpleasant but strong shiver down my spine. 

"Hi, Seth" I turned my disturbed gaze towards the noise, finding Octavious's outrageously ginger locks and his cautious, worried face. Behind him, Pride and Blake stood, alongside with a few other sins I couldn't name exactly. 

"What happened?" I questioned, taking my eyes off of him, and leading it through the room. I was in what appeared to be our bedroom with Jude, more precisely I was tucked in the bed, surrounded by the infamous siblings.