White Maid (Rewrite)

His Butler & Maid, The Strange Thing About Fallen...

Malphas grew worried when he failed to see his angel after that. He spent a month alone in that tower. But one day he returned to find Angelica sitting on the bed, knees tucked to her chest and tears in her eyes. Malphas frowned and looked over at her, eyes glittered with confusion. "Angelica? Mon ange, I have not seen you in some time. Where have you been? Are you alright?"

 He walked over and sat down beside her, letting her curl into his side for comfort. She said nothing, leaning into him. He noticed the tears began to fall and pulled his arms around her, holding her close. "What happened?" He asked gently. 

Angelica said nothing still, moving to straddle him and let her hands come to rest on his shoulders while her face moved to the space between his neck and shoulder, pressing a passionate kiss to the area. He shut his eyes in pleasure, before he regained control of himself and pulled away, brushing a lock of blonde hair from his beloved's face, surprised to find a mark on her face. When his eyes widened the tears flowed more freely and she dropped onto him, crying. 

He took her head in his hands, turning her so he could see the wound. It was fairly deep, blood covered the side of her face. The wound itself was the result of a harsh back hand. Someone wearing a ring. His eyes narrowed, flashing their demonic red. "What happened? Who did this to you?"

 Angelica rested her face under his chin, holding onto him and snuggling into him. "Just hold me.... please..." The demon, realizing she was not going to tell him, sighed and pulled her close, laying back in the bed, and letting her find solace in his arms. 

When she finally spoke hours later, her voice was quiet and hoarse, not like the sound of sleigh bells or the chime of crystals, as it so often resembled.

"Malphas... Will you make me yours?"

The demon looked at her, "Tell me what happened." Angelica flinched and clung to him. "I-..." Malphas looked at her seriously and tilted her chin upwards, "This is a safe place. It is only you and I here." He frowned, "If you wish we can go to Hell and to your moth-" Angelica shook her head, "No..." She looked desperately at the demon. "Please. Please, I beg of you. Taint me. Please. Make me a Fallen."

 Malphas looked appalled, "I will do no such thing until you tell me what happened. What has made you change your mind about this?" His partner sniffled, "I almost got caught sneaking out. Ash... My father's apprentice has been filling in for Lucian while he was recovering from a broken wing." She flinched at the memory, "Ash is not... kind..." Malphas cupped her face, "Is this his doing then?" Angelica shook her head, her eyes welled with tears. 

"No... my father's..." 

Malphas narrowed his eyes, "Your father struck you?" Angelica nodded, "Why else would I ask you to take me?" Malphas looked a little hurt. "Maybe that you would actually want to be with me. In all ways." He sighed and pulled away from her. "I'm not going to lay with you so you can get some petty revenge against your father." He said coldly, "I'm not an object to be used." Angelica nodded, "I know your not-"