Azazel's POV.

I heard her muffled steps as she came downstairs. I already changed my soaked shirt to a new one.

I turned around and my breath caught in my throat. She was wearing a simple set of dark jeans and dark top but she looked so ethereal.

"Are you cold?" I asked her when I noticed her pale form and blueish tinged lips.

What would they taste like?

"No, I'm alright." She said as her eyes roamed throughout the room.

"I think you might want these back." I said, procuring the pair of spectacles I'd found beside her.

She came near me and took them from my palm but not before leaving those tingles.

"Thank you but I don't think I need them anymore. My eyesight is just fine and I don't know how's that possible... " She rambled on but my eyes were trained on those perfectly shaped but ill colored lips. I need to stop thinking about kissing them.

"Are you okay?" She waved her palms in front of me.

I snapped out of my trance, "Yeah! So what was your number?" I asked the first thing that came to my mind.

"It was +4.5 in both the eyes." She said and I frowned.

"Since when are you able to see clearly?" I asked.

"Since I woke up here." She said and that got me even more confused.

Is it because she hit her head somewhere while in the water? Or is it something else?

Maybe it's one of human reactions that I don't know of.

These humans are weird.

"What would you like to eat?" I asked, not that I know anything to cook. It was just out of courtesy.

Fuck.

Since when do I do courtesy?

"Nothing. I'm not at all hungry." She said and I sighed in relief.

"Where did you get those?" She asked out of blue.

"Get what?" I asked.

"Really? If you don't wanna tell then it's completely fine." She said and that got me even more confused.

"No, really. Get what?" I asked.

"Those scares." She asked and I gasped.

Fuck.

How did this happen?

Fuck fuck fuck.

How is she able to see this scars?

I hid them!

"I will be right back." I said and vanished from the room.

I went to my bedroom and stood in front of the mirror.

What in the hell?

My scars are hidden!

Then how is she able to see them?

Oh boy. She really is trouble.

But how? No one is able to see them. Not even Raphael!

I went back to the living room where she was still standing, "Are you talking about these scars?" I asked her in dead panned voice.

She raised her brow, "Are there more?" she retorted.

"Juat answer the damned question." I said in a silent tone.

"Yes! I'm talking about the ones on your face which cut from jawline to your neck and for some weird reason are of same length and thickness. How did you even get scars like this?"
She asked again.

It took a great deal of control to make my expression neutral,"Just some fight." I said and turned around.

"What kind of fight?" She asked me and I turned back to look at her.

"Do not ever ask me about my past. I burned the bridge which goes back there." I warned her. If I start playing my past then I will never be able to come back to the present.

No living creature has been able to see my scars unless and until I allowed them to. And here comes this girl who can see them. It's like my mask has fallen off my face and she can see the real me.

No one has seen the real me since she left me.

For so long I've been wearing this mask.

"Sorry. Umm... I want to leave." She said and something in my chest squeezed in a painful way.

Only one thing ran in my mind.

Make her stay.

"No you won't. Not until you give up on your thoughts of dying." I said.

Real good Azazel. What a perfect reason to make her stay.

I cursed myself silently, "Well...I'm alive, can't you hear my heartbeat? I wanna go home." She said and I smirked suddenly.

"Darling, Everybody will know that your heart is beating... But tell me one thing, are you even alive or just breathing?" I asked her and she laughed humorlessly.

"Do you even need to ask?" She retorted.

"Why is it that you always answer my question with another question?" I asked her.

"I don't know... Maybe it's sarcasm?" Her tone ended in a question again.

"Another question." I said frowning and narrowed my eyes.

She rolled her eyes, "I'll tell you one thing, death isn't the only way people die." She said.

No truer words.

"Anyway... I was saying that I want to..." She trailed off as her eyes wandered around the room.

Suddenly the candles turned to blue colored flames and then went off. The lights flickered on and off as wind started howling in the room.

In closed damned room!

Can a fallen angel not have a single fucking normal day?

Of course not!

"Somebody's here." She whispered as she unknowingly came closer to me. I continued to look around the room, trying to find anything spooky besides me.

"Somebody's watching us." She said and I narrowed my eyes because there was no other heartbeat in the room except for hers and mine.

"There's no one here. I cannot see anyone." I said as things from shelfs and cupboards started falling on the floor, breaking into pieces.

She clutched my hand in a death grip, "It's okay Aurora. Nobody will get to you." I said as I intervened my fingers with hers.

I was not at all scared.

Bitch please, who takes head on head with a fallen angel like me?

If there was someone then I would glady welcome the fight.

Suddenly all the broken pieces on the floor and culinary started floating up from the ground and stopped mid air as the wind stopped.

The room suddenly turned as silent as in a graveyard.

Something wicked this way comes.

The knives ranging in different shapes and sizes along with broken glass pieces pointed in the direction we were standing and I cursed.

Shouldn't have called for a fight.

Thunder growled outside, "What the hell is this?" she said as I pulled her closer beside me.

"The moment I say duck, get down on the ground, okay?" I whispered to her as those knives floated around us in the circle, trapping us in the middle of the room leaving no place to escape.

Even if those sharp objects pierced me, I would survive but the same could not be said about this little human.

I wrapped my arm around her as I counted milliseconds till those broken pieces hit us.

Suddenly the wind howled again, "Duck!" I shouted as we both got down on the ground.

The moment I said 'duck' every sharp object slashed forward to where we standing and clashed against each other and fell down on us.

I covered her in my arms as the knives and now fine glass pieces surrounded us in the pile of dust.

"Are you alright?" I asked her and she nodded her head.

We both stood up and suddenly every candle in the room lit up as the lights stopped flickering.

The candles flared up in rage and then wicked away again.

Who the hell is doing this?!

I fisted my hands,"Show yourself, you coward!" I shouted in rage.

I felt a tug of cold fingers on my arm, "Look." Aurora whispered and I turned to look at the direction her finger was pointing.

The flaring of candles caused the black soot to deposit on the walls.

But the soot on the wall from each candle left, "It's a message." Aurora completed my thought.

aš ateinu

Every wall in the room was covered with those words.

"What does it mean?" She asked me but I didn't say anything.

"I don't know." I lied as I kept reading those words again and again.

aš ateinu

****

Yo guys!

How was it?

Oo... What does the message mean?

Please vote, share and comment.

Until then hugs and see ya.