Broken

“Damian, can you clean the dishes for me.” Mikaela asked, turning towards Damian. The demon agreed to do it, and proceeded to grab the plates to wash, but the demon tripped and saw in horor as the dishes careened towards the floor. The demon curled up into a ball and started to cry, using his wings to cover his face, while whispering to himself. “Please don’t hurt me, please don’t hurt me, please don’t hurt me, it was an acident, I didn’t mean too, I’m sorry.” Mikaela went over to the demon and gently wrapped his arm around the demon, comforting the demon. “I will never hurt you, Damian.” The demons tears slowed and he calmed down a little bit. “I’m sorry I got so upset, it’s just, Asher would hurt me if- if I broke a plate or something like that. Mikaela cursed him under his breath. “Damian, I will protect you, no matter what, no matter when, I will always be there to protect you, because I love you.” Mikaela hugged the demon, who sat their. There they lay comfortable for an hour.

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