Alone in his room, Draco sat quietly amongst himself. Nothing, but the sound of the two torches crackling from the fire swarming off it, presenting heat and light. The small cackles were purely background noise to fulfill the bone chilling silence in the squared space.

He was beginning to get drowsy. Blaise didn't say when he would return and as soon as that door shut, heart wrenching sobs fell from him. Tears streamed down his face and he gasped for breath for what seemed liked hours, and as the time past, he unwillingly grew sleepier.

Therefore, he curled down on the stiff looking mattress and curled onto his side, facing the dirtied stone wall, blinking as the wetness from his tears dried up. Draco draped his wings over his dainty shoulder to give him some warmth, the torches not doing much and he didn't want to get under the nasty, thin sheet. He felt gross enough as it is, and he didn't want to feel any worse.

He waited. He waited for the nice demon to come back and tell him some good news, although his optimism was a little low. He wondered where the other boy went, and who he was coming back with— oh, Draco hoped it wasn't Harry, that demon Blaise mentioned before. The mere thought of that demon made him extremely panicky. Draco didn't want to look in his eyes, be near him, or even listen to him speak. Utterly horrifying. It could've been half and hour later, maybe more, but Draco just laid there, scared for what is about to come.

When booming, large footsteps started coming closer to his door, the small angel instantly shot up in the bed, scooting closer towards the wall until his wings scarped the roughness of the stone. His exhaustion vanished, and robe covered legs were drawn to his skinny chest, protecting himself in any manner. Draco could make out more than two people approaching his room, and faint voices were echoing off the outside corridor walls. One sounded like the boy he met before, Blaise. The others he couldn't quite make out yet.

Draco was alarmed and alerted, painfully terrified once again. His once calm heartbeat began quickening, thudding loudly inside of him, it was all he could hear for a brief moment.

"Be gentle with him, he's young. Probably around eighteen, okay?" Draco picked out the words from the other side of the steel door, obviously said by Blaise.

"Gentle?" Somebody mocked, clear anger lacing their voice.

Anxiety rushed through Draco's veins, throat drying up, and his elegant hands started to produce slight sweat.

"When did you find him?" The unknown male asked.

"Around three hours ago. He fell through Purgatory it seems," Blaise responded neutrally.

"And we have to get him back?" A different voice added. Draco was more than positive that it was another male, so three men stood outside his door right now, talking about him. "Well, we don't have to get him back, do we?"

Those words made Draco wince. Were they thinking of keeping him here under his will? They couldn't do that! Oh, Draco was in so so much trouble, his fear never seemed to subside, only grow another layer.

"No, Ron," the deeper tone interjected, "We are certainly sending him back, we can't afford to keep him here. Don't get any ideas, alright?"

"I wasn't! It was just a suggestion," said one, sighing afterwards. "So, shall we go in? Oh- what's his name?"

"Draco," Blaise answered, "He's actually kind of cute."

"Blaise." The deep, scary sounding one warned, immediately making Draco intimidated, just by the sound of his voice.

"What? I'm just joking," Blaise defended himself, "Let's just go talk to the boy."

Just seconds later, the large door was being swung up effortlessly, not as much as struggle like last time when Blaise tried to open it. A tall man stepped in, he had ginger hair, freckles scattered all over his body and a soft, endearing smile plastered on his face. Instinctively, Draco moved his back closer to the wall, his wings making it rather difficult. He swallowed, wetting his dried glands as he eyed up at the demon.

"Hey there, I'm Ronald, but you can just call me Ron."

Draco didn't greet himself back. Technically, he didn't need to since Blaise had already told his name to them, but Draco couldn't find his voice, and if he spoke, he was sure that his voice would crack underneath all this pressure. The angel just stared frightfully up at the ginger boy, who didn't look much older than he was. Dressed in all black, very similar to Blaise's style of clothing, only different in certain areas like the style of pants or article of clothing, but the colors of clothes remained the same.

"I'm one of the nice ones... most of the time," Ron shrugged his shoulders, walking a slightly closer, squinting his eyes and hunching forward to get a better, up close look at Draco's wings. He huffed, chuckling at them. "I've never seen some actually attached to an angel before."

Draco's lips parted in shock. Have they taken the wings of angel before? Were they going to do that to him? His agile body began trembling again, his hands went up under his robe until his bare hands were securely placed on his pudgy thigh, picking at his flesh discreetly. Surprised, to find that it hurt.

Now, tears were building up again, orbs getting glossy. The lump finding its way back into his throat.

Ron must've saw the panic register in Draco's eyes because his cheery demeanor dropped and he shook his head. "Oh, don't worry, we are not taking you're gorgeous wings. You're safe there."

Draco relaxed and dropped his shoulders knowing that, but he didn't let his guard down. No, he kept that up high, and he was building his emotional walls as well. He learned about how demons were expert at strong under your skin emotionally, manipulative creatures they were.

The platinum blond boy's eyes wandered back over to the doorway, where Blaise had entered in next. He felt much more comfortable with Blaise in the room with him with this ginger haired demon, who didn't exactly make him feel all that welcome. Certainly didn't have a way with words.

Right after Blaise, a tall, broad shadow of a man appeared in the entrance of his doorway, features perfectly illuminated by the nearby torch that hung on the wall. Black hair, untamed and scuffed around unevenly, caramel toned skin like the shade of bronze with broad shoulders and defined muscles all around. And oh God, those eyes, they were alluring, threatening, demented, and morbid; yet, the most captivating pair of emerald eyes Draco's ever seen. He could get lost in the speckles of green, entranced in the darkened pupils.

Black pants hung low on this demon's hips, heavy looking boots attached to his feet.

The horns that sat upon his head were devilish, resembling the ones of a goat. Scaled like a snake, sheer black like a raven, matching the color of his hair. Horns meant absolute power, the ability to control anything and anyone, he knew that, he's read about it before. Only the strongest demons have horns, to indicate that they are the highest on the spectrum.

Chest on show to everyone around the room, faint, pinkish scars flashed in the dim lighting, lining the toned chest. Whatever Harry was doing prior to coming here, it must've been dangerous because a thin line of blood appeared on his bicep, only a minor scratch, but the blood trickled own the muscle, stopping near his elbow. Despite the bleeding, harry didn't show to even care about the wound.

It was obvious to Draco that Harry has been through much worse. Although, it made the angel curious, to his dismay. Demons felt physical pain more than emotional, and angels felt emotional but never physical, Draco could only wonder what that tiny cut felt like.

The aura this demon wavered off was drowning in power, Draco could intuit it instantly. Evil, pure evil rested inside this man's body, but why did Draco strangely find it surprisingly... attractive?

Draco not so subtly, and unexpectedly sniffled, inching his hand out from under his robe as he awkwardly locked both of his thin arms around his legs. He shifted slightly, feeling uncomfortable and watched underneath all these gazes, especially under Harry's. He felt judged, targeted.

"So," The deep, rugged voice that belonged to Harry boomed throughout the four walls. "This is little angel that decided to do something he shouldn't, hm?" The tall demon walked into the room with the other two, shutting the steel door tightly shut without any strength needed.

Draco's heart came to an actual halt. Hearing the voice clearly, created turmoil within the angel's body. Knots in his stomach twisted, the sinister presence making him feel vulnerable, more than usual that is.

"I'm going to help you get back home, understand?" Harry stated sternly, taking a big step closer to the the quavering angel. "I don't need you disturbing the system."

Ron nodded in agreement.

"Listen carefully, little boy, you're not safe anywhere here. You're always going to be in danger, as long as you're here," the horned demon warned, hovering over Draco's petite frame, pouring the dominance down onto the sensitive extraordinary being. "You're going to do as I say, no matter what so I can return you back home, got it?"

Draco peered everywhere except Harry's own pair of eyes, with his heart racing hazardously fast, he felt as if it would explode if he looked into the eyes of Limbo's controller. He whimpered, shyly nodding his head, only to receive a sadistic grin from Harry. "Y-Yes, sir." Draco managed to murmur out.

"Obedient. I like it," Ron spoke up, hands resting on his hips.

Harry whipped his head around, traveling a monstrous scowl towards the ginger boy, making the Ron quickly backed down seconds after the messaged was received.

No touching the innocent angel. Draco was eternally grateful for such a thing, but he couldn't possibly thank Harry. Without realizing at first, he could sense corrupt green eyes linger at his stature a little bit, and he dropped his head down, looking at his toes curl awkwardly from the off atmosphere.

"Blaise will keep you company, you're allowed to explore as long as he's around you. Don't get injured, I can't have that. You'll meet others, stay away from them, most of them aren't good news," harry informed, laying down the rules with a confident tone and emotionless glint in his eyes. Well, that's what Draco assumed it was— just emotionless.

"Oh, and if I see you near Limbo, I won't fucking hesitate—" he started, voice dropping low as he neared the end.

"Harry!" Blaise quickly interrupted, stopping Harry from finishing his rude sentence. Rude really was an understatement got that.

"Everything's going to be fine, stop being so uptight," the nicer one said, smiling kindly over at Draco who was flinching every time Harry either spoke or glanced over at him. "I'll take care of Draco for now, I'll make sure nothing bad happens until you figure out how we are going to get him back home."

The taller demon mumbled something incoherently, swiping his hair back in between thick fingers to reveal a lightening shaped scar embedded into his forehead. Draco couldn't help but state in awe, he knew he shouldn't, but he's still the same angel he was before he fell in Hell.

"What?" Harry spat, dropping his arm back down to his side. "Just," a smirk twitched upon his lips, "Be a good boy, alright?"

Draco absentmindedly nodded, pursing his lips together as he shuffled away from Harry's presence. Keeping his position, knees to his chest, he felt the exhaustion start remake its way into his puny body. A muffled yawned escaped through soft lips, wings drooping down, resting.

"Fuck, okay." Harry cursed deliberately, noticing that Draco was getting tired. "Rest for now, I'll come back later to talk with you," he sighed annoyingly, hating the fact that he had to stop everything and hurry to this matter.

Draco watched tiredly as harry motioned for Ron to reopen the door, which he did without question. The door loudly squared opened, and the ginger boy was the first to disappear from his room, Blaise was next, and finally harry was gone without another word said.

After the door closed again, Draco felt a huge weight lift of his shoulders, fear vacate his tummy, and tiredness succumb his mind. The blond settled down on his belly, resting his head on the dusty pillow, better than nothing at least. Closing his eyes, he dreamed of his parents, and what he would be doing if he just listened to them.

Covering himself with honey dipped wings, the feathers giving him warmth of a blanket, he eventually drifted off into a light induced sleep.