10.

**Leila**







I lightly hummed to myself as I pushed around the vacuum cleaner, bobbing my head up and down from time to time as the music blared through my headphones, making me feel even more energized to clean up this crazy mess of a room.

I mean, someone had to do it since Rosie wasn't around anymore and these lazy bitches only knew how to eat, drink like sailors and litter.

I lightly shook my head with disapproval as an empty bottle rolled around the carpet as soon as I shoved the vacuum under the couch, mildly cursing under my breath.

Jesus.

I turned off the vacuum and placed it aside, moving to retrieve the wandering bottle and throw it in the trashbag when a rather loud singing reached my ears even through the song blaring in my headphones, making me take them off to get a better listening to what was going on in the house.

*...Love of my life, don't leave me*

*You've stolen my love, you now desert me...*

My eyebrows shot up as I listened to that particular Queen song loudly blasting through the whole house, immediately realizing where it actually came from as I walked closer to the living room's wide open double doors.

Blake's room.

Shit.

Momentarily closing my eyes, I let out a saddened sigh and carefully placed down the empty bottle before stepping into the spacious hallway.

Motherfu-

I let out a tiny and surprised gasp as soon as my gaze fell on the fearsome archangel sitting on a stair close to the bottom as he listened too, our eyes meeting as we silently stared at each other for a few long moments.

And even though he was already intimidating the hell out of me I didn't back down and crossed my arms over my chest instead, adopting a stern stance.

Someone had to deal with his annoying ass, eventually.

"Look, I don't know what's going on or what she actually did to you, but don't you think this is a bit too much?" I complained as those heart-wrenching lyrics kept blaring through the house, making me feel even more angry with the impossibly stubborn archangel sitting just a few steps away from me.

I mean how could he be so goddamn cruel to her?

He didn't say anything and simply kept staring at me with that emotionless gaze of his until -to my utter disbelief- he suddenly got up and walked away.

Oh no mister. You are not getting away from me that easily.

I blew out an irritated sigh through my nostrils and quietly followed him as he took a turn and entered the small study place behind the stairs that Lucifer liked to use from time to time, only to take an abrupt halt as I watched him take a seat over the small leathered couch, completely ignoring me as he absently stared at the coffee table, seemingly lost into a deep thought.

"I can't seem to stop this nagging voice inside my mind that keeps telling me she deserves better," I suddenly heard him speak after a long sigh, the unexpected sound of his deep and slightly rusty voice breaking through the silence making me momentarily startle before I quickly recovered from the initial shock, lastly processing what he just said.

Wait what?

"Better?" I snorted, throwing him a look of utter disbelief as I eventually dared to approach him and take a seat over the couch' armrest, not too close for my safety but not too far either, just enough for him to understand that I was in for a "therapeutic" convo.

Is this guy freaking serious?

"Man, have you ever looked yourself in the mirror?” I threw my hands in the air for emphasis.

“I mean, yeah you're still scaring the crap out of me even though I'm still here, right next to you looking all cool and stuff but, duuude..." I trailed off with a suggestive look and a flick of my finger over his entire broad frame, the weird expression marring his features as he stared at me with a raised brow immediately making me cringe in mortification as I’ve lastly realized that I probably may have gone a little too bold in my attempt to be friendly.

Okaaay, maybe tone it down a little bit, I guess?

"By the way, please don't tell Rick I said, well, more like hinted to the fact that you’re hot," I quickly told him with an equally weirded out and uneasy grimace etched on my face, watching him let out an amused chuckle and a shake of his head at the sound of my words.

Whew...God knows what that crazy mother-effer would do to the both of us if he ever would’ve heard what I just said.

Yeah, turns out he was THAT jealous.

Silence fell over us once again, I myself simply fiddling with the sleeves of my oversized hoodie as I stared at nothing in particular while he just sat there, probably contemplating what to say next. Guess we both weren’t too good at this.

"I guess this is just too much...I don't know how you guys do it," He suddenly said, effectively drawing my attention to the side of his flawless face since he was looking somewhere down.

"I'm feeling so many things all at once that sometimes I believe I might just blow up..."

"And I don't want to hurt her. Because I don't even know if I can really control myself..." He took a moment to gaze down to the inside of his open palms while I just sat there and stared at him, all the tiny hairs on my body instinctually raising in response at the sight of those deceivingly human-looking hands. Even my body was perfectly aware of the danger this being currently sitting right next to me represented.

Wow...Oh my god.

I lightly shivered, sitting up straighter as I tried to regain my composure.

"I can't seem to understand what is this feeling...this intense and crushing feeling..." His fingers lightly touched the middle of his shirt-clad chest as he spoke with a troubled look displayed all over his features.

"Aww, you're heartbroken?" I mildly joked with a warm smile in my attempt to lighten up the mood.

"I cannot be. I do not have a humanly functioning heart to begin with. The powerful pulsating of our essence might be mistaken as a heartbeat, but we do not posess the real deal like you guys do,"

"Father made us human-friendly, hence the blood and all that stuff...But we don't need any of that to live. They're just "special effects", as you humans like to call it..." He calmly explained, my mouth hanging open as I stupidly blinked a few times in utter astonishment.

Okay, what the hell?!

As I sat there like a freaking fool and gaping at him like a fish on land after all he had just thrown at me, he fully turned so that he could face me, his midnight eyes peering into my own as he sincerely said,

"Look, what happened, with that wolf guy, I know it wasn't her fault. And even if she would ever do that on purpose, I could never be mad at her. Because I don't think that I ever deserved to have her in the first place. Fucked-up creatures like me definitely don't deserve to have such pure and beautiful beings bound to them..."

"But I'm scared. I'm truly scared of myself. That wolf guy had been lucky enough because he was a powerful supernatural and the child of a god. But what if the next one to touch her in the wrong way will be a human? What if next time I really lose it and accidentally hurt her too in the process?"

"I can't have that. I would rather have my brother lock me up in one of his oblivion cages in Hell," He said with such conviction as he eventually turned back in his spot to reflect.

Wow.

I didn't know what to say. I really didn't know how to respond to that. Yet despite all those conflicting thoughts rising within me after all he had just told me, a single one kept coming above everything else.

"What about Blake? Have you even bothered to ask her how she feels?"

He didn't get to answer because within the next second Lucifer suddenly barged in, eyes wide as he looked between the both of us before his grey eyes found his brother’s,

"They have summoned The Ring. I know where they are,"

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