I looked down at my hands. Filth covered them, or that’s what it felt like. Living in the presence of a demon, you start feeling dirty and unpure. A feeling I was used to. I rubbed my hands together, trying to calm what feelings I had down. Min Yoongi’s perseption had changed. Changed when I muttered the words, ‘kill him and I’ll kill you’ to Angelia. I didn’t know what was happening to me. I felt protective of the Devil’s servants. It felt like was wrapped up in some sick, twisted love story that perdicted every move.

I leaned back against the leather couch, waiting for the counsel to call me in; not that it was my choice to come. After I threatened Angelia, she hadn’t shown herself. I had to fight for myself...especially when Min Yoongi got drunk. I felt like a different person. A person that had given all her logic to a sweet, tart taste of a life on the run. A darkness that incircled me and wouldn’t let go. A darkness that soothed every scar and pain in my body. I felt like I had the world at my feet. I felt a strong, pleasurable feeling of power at the tips of my fingers. That’s when the counsel called.

My eyes glanced up as the gold doors opened. Everything in limbo was gold, reminded me of Heaven. Angelia walked out, looking at her feet. I suddenly felt a sting of guilt from threatening my friend. A friend that protected and stood up for me. I look down as I stand up. I run to her.

“Angelia,” I say stopping her. She forces her blue and gold eyes to my face, as if not wanting to look at me. Hurt, pain, betrayed scarred her face. I sigh. “I just wanted to apologize.” she seemed to tense at the statement. Fallen Angels weren’t known for apologizing. They chose desire over happiness.

‘Don’t you dare’ min yoongi’s voice ordered making me flinch. He was demanding, controlling and yet, I did as I was told. I understood him. It was that clear. Angelia stood there, looking at me waiting for me to continue. But I didn’t. I stood there; speechless and not finding the courage to speak.

Why should I? I didn’t deserve it.

“Don’t listen to him,” she suddenly says catching me off guard. I shake my head. “He doesn’t control you.” I sigh. He did. With or without marking me. It was an unbreakable pair. I was in bondage, yet I didn’t mind. I was letting the soothings of the Devil get to me.

“But-” I begin. She cuts me off with a scoff. It hurt to see my friend angry. She was always happy.

“Are you really that blind?” she spits at me. “Demons don’t love!” But I did. I loved Min yoongi. He might not, but his petrifying gaze kept me hoping. I turn and walk into the room after Angelia left. Not much to see but a large table in the center with five or so counsel members at it. This was the so-called-counsel that was to help. I released a breath before sitting at the end of the table. Was I nervous? No. Agitated? Yes. The head counsel glared at me. They hadn’t really been there for me, so I didn’t really care for what they had to say. His brown hair hung over his forehead and his icy blue eyes looked at my hazel ones.

“Savanna Henderson,” he says shutting a folder. My records. His voice was stern and cold, but it didn’t catch my attention like Yoongi’s did. “Mind explaining to me-” I cut him off.

“Not really,” I say. I wasn’t in the mood to hear a lecture about being loyal to my kind. Not that there were a lot like me. Fallen angels were rare.

“Young lady!” another member yelled snapping my attention to her. I shake my head while rolling my eyes. “When you’re spoken to, listen!” I heard Yoongi’s voice in my head, calming me down. Boy did they know nothing about me.

‘They should listen to you.’ he says chuckling. I nod and smirk at their angry expressions.

“You should listen to me for once!” I scream putting them off. I shove items to the floor. “I’m sick and tired of you guys treating me like a child!” they stand up to try and stop me, but couldn’t before I spread out my wings out.

I rose to the sky. Challenging pride filled my chest as I burst through the doors. No more counsel, no more rules. I get halfway to the portal, only to be stopped by a sharp, agonizing feeling shooting through my back. I try to push further, but the pain turned to burning.

Crashing to the ground, I look back to see the counsel surrounding me. Their looks held no sympathy. One was holding a syringe with shiny blue liquid. My poison, my weakness. Shards of glass. I groan as the pain moved from my back, through my wings and into the rest of my body, paralyzing me temporarily.

I scream as I felt myself give into the venom, the way I did to the dark. I clench my fists. “Yoongi…” I manage through sharp breaths. “Help…” I didn’t know if he’d come. I was nothing but a toy to him.

I gasp as the pain suddenly vanished leaving me to breath heavily. I look to see the counsel shivering in fear. Fear that seemed to drown me in pleasure. I loved to see their weak bodies tremble. The one holding the syringe, backed up and dropped the weapon. I felt the fear radiating off and surround me. It felt...good.

I curl up into a ball, trying to stop the remainder of the pain. No matter how much fear they let off, I was still weak. I cough as a burning sensation hit the nerves of my neck. Marking. I thought. Permanent marking. Instantly, I wrap my hands around my neck, trying to subdue the enormous amount of pain that bombarded my body. I look to see Yoongi standing in front of me, facing the counsel. He came. I thought. He really came.

In seconds, Yoongi and I were in an Alleyway. The quiet chirping of the crickets, calmed us both. I lay cured up in a ball making sure the pain was for sure gone before sitting up. I touch my neck and feel a rough design on my skin. I was marked again. I sigh and stand up. I felt helpless, weak. I wanted to help.

“Thank you,” I say looking down. I don’t know why I was feeling so shy all of a sudden. I never let myself get flustered. There was silence before yoongi spoke.

“You okay?” he asked. His voice was quiet and gentle. I rub my arm and nod. “Good.” he says. I peek to see Yoongi’s scarlet eyes turn to their dark normal color. He was attractive either way.

“Come on,” he said putting his arm around me causing heat to rise to my cheeks. “You can stay with us.”