Draco felt strangely warm, his skin heating up, body temperature changing with the atmosphere around him. He didn't dare look, oh definitely not. He kept his knees tightly wound up to his chest, arms wrapped around himself safely, and his were eyes screwed tightly shut while burying his head in between his bony knees. He didn't want to see where he had landing, his heart was already pounding loudly in his chest, indicating that he was completely petrified.

His breathing was faltered, lower lip trembling with upmost fear, and he actually jumped when he heard the sharp sound of a slap, presumably something hitting against skin. There were lots of noises actually, the angel just tried his best to block the bone chilling sounds out, to listen to his fast paced heart beat instead of the tormenting screams.

He really didn't want to see where he landed, but he knew exactly where he landed. Draco was wholeheartedly denying it, every fiber in his being was telling him that the place that was currently surrounding him wasn't true; that he was home, safe.

God, he's very aware that he made a mistake and he's two seconds away from bursting into outright tears. Fingers tangled into his clean white robes, a tiny whimper came from his plump lips, and he kept his eyes tightly shut. Not even taking a little peek, no, this wasn't what he meant when he said he wanted a peek. Draco officially took it too far, but it was merely an accident.

There was an angel that witnessed him fall, surely that angel had already gone to get some help. Which brought some hope into Draco's blackened mind. Yeah, maybe they're already trying to get him out. Eventually that'll happen, but he can't wait too long, who knows what could happen in that duration. His mother and father will definitely get worried when he doesn't return from lessons, where they assumed the blond was.

Draco continued to shake where he sat, tiny body shivering every millisecond, teeth beginning to gnaw at bubblegum lips in anticipation.

Then he froze. He froze instantly at the sound of footsteps steadily approaching him. A tear forced its way out of his tear ducts, sliding across his waterline and building up in the corner, soon to fall down his heated up cheeks.

Attempting to curl further into a ball as a type of protection, Draco's pulse quickened at the idea of someone, or something standing in front of him, staring directly at his vulnerable state.

"What do we got here, hm?" A hoarse voice spoke, interest peaking up in the tone. Draco presumed that it was a man. "An angel? A young one that is."

Draco didn't like the sound of that, but he didn't risk raising his voice and saying something. He stayed eerily silent.

"Don't be afraid, little one." The voice tried to coax, "I'm not going to hurt you."

With the darkness consuming his mind, one eye gently began to reopen. A silver orb was gratefully greeted with the sight of his slightly smudged lesson robe. Dirt scraped across the once nicely clean fabric.

He nearly forgot about the other person within his presence because a playful chuckle was heard. "Come on, it's not safe for you here in the open. I can't really help you, but I know someone who can."

Help him? They actually want to help him? Draco would've never thought that the demons of the underworld would help an angel. Well, he was sure not all of them were like that, and he didn't want to encounter one that was more... aggressive. Despite being offered help, Draco was still paralyzed where he sat. He couldn't bend his toes or turn his head, too afraid of absolutely everything. The noises that were emerging around him deeply added to the growing sensation of fear.

Screams after screams, sounds of metal against metal or skin, snarls of some kind. It was all a little overwhelming that more tears managed to stain his pretty pale cheek. He shakily wiped them away with his whitened knuckles, keeping his head bowed and stowed away in between bony knees.

The other male sighed, shifting his body weight where he stood, looking superiorly down at the terrified blond angel. "Listen, the faster I get you somewhere safe, the faster you can go home, okay? Don't make this difficult." A hand was reached down, the unknown man stretched his fingers outward, waiting for them to be grabbed. "C'mon," he urged.

Draco, very cautiously, rose an eye above his knee, refusing to examining the area around his fragile body, but he did look up at the hand reaching down for him and the man that was offering help.

Skinny fingers twirled around the other man's, gripping them with all his strength, feeling somewhat safer than before. Now, Draco decided to glance upwards completely, and the same warmly smiled down at him. The man had deep, brown eyes that fit his dark complexion.

"The name's Zabini by the way, Blaise Zabini," Draco was told as he was easily lifted off the dirty ground and onto his bare feet. His hand tightly gripped Blaise's, grey orbs immediately dropping down to ground, not even daring to advert his gaze somewhere else.

The ground was covered in little pebbles, mostly red looking dirt, larger stones scattered around the place. Although, Draco could easily tell that it was rather dark, only dimly lit. Just enough to see and navigate, but not too bright. The very opposite of Heaven's demeanor. His skin was disgustingly stained with said dirt, his usual soft attire was covered in the underworld's ground, and Draco felt absolutely sickening.

" 'M Draco," the angel mumbled his own name timidly, honey ombre wings glued down to his back, physically refusing to open or sprout proudly.

A strong heat prickled at his flesh, with the added warmth of another hand strongly intertwined with his own. His toes scurried through the unkept soil, a walkway not to be seen yet in his point of view. Draco wondered where exactly he had landed, but with the ongoing fear racking through his shaking bones, his adrenaline caused him to keep all his muscles in a tight lock.

"Like I said," Blaise begun talking again. "I can't help you, but there's someone I know who can... Only if he wants to of course."

"Who is he?" Draco squeaked, mimicking the sound of a mouse itself.

"His name is Harry, and he's highly powerful and dangerous. I wouldn't recommend getting on his bad side," Blaise informed, taking a sharp turn around something. Draco could've sworn he saw a glimpse of a cage in the corner of his eyes, but he didn't want to question it or dwell on it

"You might have heard of him," the taller, sweet talking boy inhaled a deep breath, and parted his lips to carry on speaking. "In heaven, he's known as the leader of Limbo."

The angel's eyes widened at that piece of information. The leader was someone Draco's heard about, but he's never really giving the time of his day to educate himself on the well known demon.

But, he's learned enough. Enough to know that the leader was a vicious, cold-hearted monster, a killing machine who tamed all the souls that died in original sin. A dominant being, emotionless to the core. Draco could almost mistake him as Satan himself, but no, Satan might be kinder than this demon he's gonna eventually meet.

"W-What?" Draco stuttered, stumbling to form the single word. "Do I have to talk to him?"

"Of course," The hazel eyed demon chirped, "Don't worry, he doesn't bite. Unless you either want him to or piss him off. Now, he's busy right now, but later you might be able to see him."

That involuntarily sent quivers through Draco's frame. He wasn't sure if he wanted to see this 'Harry' face to face. Would he be able to look into the notorious eyes? He scooted his small self closer over to Blaise who wavered off a sense of security, feeling less endangered.

"There will be others around you, so you won't be alone with him at first," Blaise blabbed on. "What made you come down here anyways? Were you doing something you weren't supposed to?" He asked suggestively.

Draco's head bowed further down in shame, knowing very well all the rules he went against to please and satisfy himself, but surely, he was facing the consequences of his own actions. Atlas, he would take the blame if he was to return safely home.

The blond slowly nodded his head in response, tugging at the soft pad of flesh that was his lip in between pearly whites. Eyes glued to the ground, his mood altered and changed from fear to sadness drastically.

The soiled ground suddenly turned into grey, boring stone. That caught Draco's attention because he whipped his head up for the first time since he's got here. It was a corridor, a stone corridor with lit torches lined up perfectly against the wall by sheer black metal holders, and it illuminated the way down the vertical halls.

Draco's forehead creased, eyes automatically narrowing together as he examined the rough, harsh texture of the stone, and the handmade metal that hung on the walls. It wasn't the prettiest, but it was certainly quite awing. Nor did it feel welcoming or homely, the vibe of being trapped radiated around the long, straight corridor.

"I know it's probably not what you're used to, but you'll have to make do for now," said Blaise, pulling, tugging, and guiding the blond angel through the wickedness. "The rooms aren't very far, it's a decent walk." A sigh cascaded, clearly not enjoying the distance from the entrance to the rooms.

Draco was terribly confused. Not much has been explained to him, and just now he had the idea that he was being taken to a room. "What room?" He mustered.

"Oh, just a simple room. There's a bed, if you sleep; a sitting area, but that's about it. You'll wait there until I can find out information about Harry. It won't take long," Blaise answered, blinking a few times whilst he looked at the beautiful, mind blowing features Draco adorned.

"I don't want you to get exposed to the things that go on in Hell, so the room's pretty secluded," the demon snorted, "I guess I'm still trying to keep you pure. Not all demons are like me, you're lucky I found you instead of someone else. Could you imagine?"

Draco didn't reply, he was too busy letting more curiosity glow inside of him, replacing the fear and sadness. His hand was released, and it felt cold and empty without the warm flesh of another coddling it. He squeezed it shut, arms lifting up consciously and wrapping around his thin body, wings not moving an inch.

They stopped in front of door. The door was steel, bolted into the stone wall. That's what it appeared to be. It reminded Draco of those mortal prisons down on Earth, pretty similar but oh so very different. The blond boy could tell that he was in one of the better areas of Hell. He surely hoped he didn't have see anymore of it.

"Alright, this is it."

"Thank you," Draco stated nicely, yet hushed and quiet as he didn't have enough strength yet to raise it any higher. "Really, means a lot."

"No problem," Blaise swiftly said, grabbing a firm hold of the handle, giving it a good yank and pulling the steel door back. It looked heavy, and from the way Blaise was pulling on it with added force, Draco assumed that it was probably difficult. When the foot opened enough, he stepped in.

A single one person bed was in the corner of the room, pushed against the wall with one pillow and a thin sheet. A wooden table and chair accompanied the bed, but it was against the other side of the room. It was extremely ominous and dirty, very unkept. It made Draco feel uncomfortable, the pit of his stomach curdled with a sickness, which wasn't an emotion, but a physical feeling. Strange.

No light seemed to seep through any cracks, and no light seemed to escaped the condemned room. The only piece of light given to him was a two torches, one on either side of the four walled space, undeniably claustrophobic.

Died out silver eyes locked with warm, brown ones. But the words that were spoken from the friendly demon created bile to raise in Draco's throat.

"Welcome to Hell."

With a sharp clank, the door was shut, and he was left alone.