Chapter Eleven
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Chapter Eleven
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Damian turned away from the group and tried to go up the stairs when Mikaela called out to him.
“Are you leaving?”
“I’m going to my old room. You can come if you need to.” Damian offered, not meeting the elf’s eyes.
“Are you okay?” Mikaela asked gently.
“I’m fine, I just...besoin d'espace” Damian trailed off.
The taller boy walked over to the brunette and pulled him into a hug, kissing the top of Damian’s head. The demon visibly relaxed, he missed this and felt immense guilt for hurting his beloved over Asher.
“Do you think you’re ready to go back?” Mikaela asked, breaking the silence.
“I am.” Damian promised.
The two headed up the stairs towards a room. The door had bloodstains on it. The inside of the room was relatively small, most of the room was taken up by a four post bed. Damian moved over to one of the drawers and pulled a knife from the drawer. He began to cut his wrist, blood dripped onto the floor. Mikaela rushed to grab the knife out of his boyfriend's hand.
“Damian, what are you doing?” Mikaela asked, throwing the knife into the wall.
“I-It helps relieve the pain…” Damian whispered, Mikaela wasn’t even sure if he heard him correctly.
Mikaela grabbed his boyfriend’s arm and pulled up his sleeve. Dozens of clean cuts criss-crossed each other. Some were white from having scarred, others were scabbed over, and a couple were still leaking blood.
Mikaela pulled the demon over to the bed, sitting down with the brunette.
“How long?” Mikaela asked sternly.
“A while…” Damian admitted.
Mikaela sighed and Leaned his head down to kiss the newest cut. Damian blushed as Mikaela repeated the gesture for every cut along his arm.
“M-Mikaela?” Damian stuttered as the elf pulled his head away.
He hummed in response.
“W-what was that?”
“I don’t want you to hurt anymore, okay? Never hurt yourself again.”
“Some of them were from Asher, and I thought it felt good so I continued it…” Damian whispered softly.
Anger boiled in Mikaela’s blood, he wanted to kill the devil himself. However, Damian already had killed him.
The white haired male pulled Damian to his chest protectively.
“I’ll protect you.” Mikaela swore.
Damian smiled and kissed the other passionately, he missed being able to do this with Mikaela rather than Asher. The demon thought that what Asher was showing him was love but instead it wasn’t, Damian could almost think of a word for what it was. But Mikaela beat him to it.
“I’ll love you. Asher was abusing you, I’ll never do that to you.” Mikaela promsed, pulling away from the kiss.
“But what if I want to be treated like that?” Damian whispered so softly that Mikaela almost didn’t hear.
Almost.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Mikaela said as tears began to form in the corners of his red eyes.
“Why would you be sorry?” Damian asked, using a hand to wipe the tears from his eyes.
“I’m sorry that he made you think this way.” Mikaela kissed Damian’s forehead.
“When did you meet Asher?” Mikaela asked.
“It’s hard to say. It would be easier to show you.” Damian replied.
Damian moved his hand and the mirror in the room shimmered and showed a scene from heaven. It showed Elizabeth talking with a short angel with dark brown hair.