25.

It wasn’t real...It’s never been real...

All those moments we shared, everytime we touched...It was nothing but the Sin’s doing...

Nothing but a big, cruel lie...

Small tears kept making their way down the sides of my cheeks, mixing with the warm rivulets as I stood completely still under the shower spray, letting all that dried blood and dirt wash away, reminiscing every touch and every kiss...every intimate moment...Now being washed away by the warm water and the cold, bitter thought persisting in my mind, continuously reminding myself that all this time, it’s been nothing but the Sin’s doing. The Sin’s magical, utterly cruel spell.

What kind of monster resides within me?

What kind of cruel, sadistic monster resides within me?

But most of all, why does it even live within me?

How?

How did it even end up in there?

My lightly trembling palm slowly rose, hesitantly placing it right over the middle of my chest as all those questions kept raising inside my mind, feeling that powerful, unnaturally slow heartbeat underneath my flesh and bones, failing to detect any sign of any foreign entity inhabiting it whatsoever.

Until I suddenly felt it. That tingling, odd and utterly frightening feeling.

My breath instantly lodged in my throat, almost tripping over my own feet as I scrambled out of the shower cabin as fast as I could, struggling to regain some composure as I stopped right in front of the large marble sink, my lips parting in utter shock as I lastly stared at my own reflection in the mirror.

Vibrant green, vividly glowing irises stared right back at me, a cold shiver running down my spine as I could only stare, simply petrified.

A sudden knock startled the life force out of me, quickly reaching for a towel to dry myself as I heard Archangel Michael’s daughter calling from the other side of the door,
“Hey, Daya are you in there?”

“Yes, I’ll be out in a moment,” I quickly blurted out, closing my eyes afterwards and took a deep breath, mentally praying the odd glow would fade away, so that I could get out of the bathroom without scaring the living days out of her.

Please go away please go away...

I kept chanting in my head, only a few moments after finally willing myself to open my eyes and look, exhaling in utter relief once I’ve noticed the odd glow had faded away.

“Whew...”

Loosely wrapping the towel around my body I then rushed to exit the bathroom, noticing Archangel Michael’s daughter simply standing somewhere close by, holding what appeared to be a set of clothes.

“Hey, I brought you some-
Whoa-huge! Your girls are huge!”

I suddenly heard her incredulously exclaim as I had ridden myself of the damp towel, noticing how she widely stared at my now completely bare breasts.

“Yeah, I guess...” I absently mumbled, letting out a small shrug as I waited for her to hand over the clothes.
Finally noticing that I was still waiting for her to just react she then quickly recovered and with a small apologize she finally handed me over the clothes.

Gladly taking them I then started dressing myself up and after only a few moments of complete silence she weakly uttered,

“So...You and Raphael, you guys had...”

She purposefully left the last words drown in silence, the mere sound of his name knocking the air out of my lungs as an invisible, almost painful force slowly constricted around my throat, fiercely fighting the tears as I quickly turned around, struggling to compose myself.

“I’m so sorry...” I suddenly heard her quietly say, those simple words quickly making me turn back towards her, my brows creasing in utter confusion as I asked back,

“What for?”

“You’ll know. Soon enough,” She cryptically replied, noticing how she quickly wiped her left cheek, almost missing the tear stain.

Too confused to even react in any way I simply stared at her for a few fleeting moments, right before she darted right towards me,

“Here, let me help.”

And without any other words she started pulling the zipper of the dress she brought upwards, the fabric clinging so tight against my chest that I could barely even breathe.
Until I turned to look in the mirror, only then suddenly hearing the fabric simply tear apart, creating a large tear right in between my breasts, making them almost spill out.

“Oh wow...” She calmly said, suddenly bursting into a fit of hysterical laughter, making me soon enough join her, our crazy laughter echoing across the whole room.

“Oh I’m so sorry! I thought it would fit,” She managed to say as she struggled to recover, wiping the small tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.

“Just wait here, I’ll bring something else,” She then announced as I took a few calming breaths, willing to compose myself as well.
And after only a few moments she returned just as fast as she went outside that door, holding another set of clothes.

“Here, try these on.”

Mouthing a small thank you I then hurried and took the clothes, putting them on after I had disposed myself of the torn-up dress, taking a glance in the mirror at the simple large t-shirt and jeans I was now wearing.

“Are you good now?” I then heard her ask, followed by my silent response, consisting in a small nod.

“Good, let’s get going then.”

“Where?” I managed to ask as she had already tangled her arm with mine, now hurriedly dragging me outside the room.

“Back to our living room. Your dear daddy has requested your presence back there as soon as possible,” She simply replied, leading me towards a large stairway.

“Oh...” I absently mumbled, obviously already wondering why would father be summoning me back if he himself had sent me to wash and rest only about an hour ago.

“Ricky!”

Her sudden exclaim caused me to startle, almost tripping over the stairs we were currently descending upon, my gaze rising just in time to notice that same tall intimidating guy I lastly saw about an hour ago back in the living room, now climbing up the stairs right towards us.

“Where were you?” He casually asked, right after taking a halt right in front of us, her anterior endearing form of addressing him and her openly familiar behavior around him being enough of an assurance that he wasn’t as dangerous as his looks hinted he would be.
However, her next choice of words brought a burning heat creeping up my face, strongly wishing that the ground could open and swallow me whole as soon as I heard them.

“Oh I was just trying to find some proper clothes for Giant Tits over here.”

And as in plotting to make me feel even more embarrassed, his golden gaze then landed straight on the said “giants”, trailing afterwards straight up to my face. But after only a few seconds he simply averted his attention back to her, thankfully changing the subject.

“Raz is back,” He casually informed, those three simple words though causing a sudden change in her behavior as she almost instantly started bouncing on her own feet, her high-pitched scream almost rendering me incapable of hearing anymore as I was standing so close to her.

“What? Eeeeeeeeeek!”

“Babe you’re back?” She yelled, loud enough that the whole house would’ve probably been able to hear her, almost knocking me off my feet as she instantly pushed past us, practically running down the stairs.
And since I obviously didn’t have any other option left, I started to also walk down the stairs, thinking that maybe I could find the living room on my own, since I didn’t have her to guide me anymore.

Only as soon as my foot landed at the base, it remained glued to the spot as I watched Archangel Michael’s daughter jump in the arms of a blonde, very built and very tall male, her legs wrapping around his torso as she planted kisses all over his face.
My cheeks once again turned a deep shade of red as I noticed his bare arms wrap around her waist, pulling her impossibly close as he gave her a long, passionate kiss.

Yet what followed next, made my blood run cold with pure fear.

Finally lowering her back on the marble floor, his brooding gaze accidentally darted straight towards me, those midnight orbs suddenly turning so cold and frightening. And before I could even comprehend what was happening I was already pressed against the hard end of the railing, my breath stopping in my throat as I found myself staring into those frightening midnight eyes, noticing how he took a sharp intake of breath, slowly letting it out afterwards.
Feeling something so sharp and cold poking against my chest I dared take a glance, my eyes widening as I finally noticed the silvery dagger threateningly resting right over my chest.

“Azrael, what are you doing?” His apparent lover’s cry echoed across the whole large hallway, my whole body suddenly starting to violently tremble as realization finally dawned upon me over his real identity. However, he simply chose to ignore her pleading and instead a few, foreign words escaped his lips, for some unknown reason those specific words seeming so familiar, sounding so close to a command. And soon enough, that tingling, utterly frightening feeling returned in the depths of my soul, quickly realizing that odd glow surely must’ve returned into my eyes as I faintly heard a small gasp, his darkened gaze turning even more menacing, if that was even possible, intently holding his breath as he continued to press the silvery blade against my chest, to the point where it faintly pierced against my skin, drawing a small drop of blood.

So this was why they were looking for him...So he could finally destroy this monster living inside me...

Silently accepting what was about to happen I slowly closed my eyes, a stray tear making its way down my cheek as I waited for him to finally strike.