Little Devil's Don't Fly

Chapter 9

As she turned away from the archdemon, she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was the cherub, its blue eyes shining with determination. "Mila," it said softly, "no matter what the future holds, know that I will always be by your side." A smile crept across Mila's face as she looked down at the cherub, and she squeezed its shoulder gently in reply. Together, they began to walk through the laboratory, their wings rustling softly in the air conditioning, as they surveyed the damage and prepared for whatever challenges the future might hold.

The other angels continued to work diligently, their wings aflutter as they moved through the air, their voices a soothing hum as they communicated with one another. The cherub, despite its small size and delicate appearance, was quickly proving itself to be a valuable member of the team, using its unique abilities to repair damaged equipment and tend to the wounded. As they passed by a group of angels huddled around a fallen angel, Mila noticed that the cherub hesitated for a moment, its gaze lingering on the injured angel with a look of concern.

"Are you sure you shouldn't rest, cherub?" she asked, gently touching its shoulder. "You've done so much already." The cherub shook its head, its silver hair flowing gracefully around its face. "I can't just sit back and do nothing while there's still work to be done," it said firmly. "I must do whatever I can to help." Its determination was infectious, and Mila found herself nodding in agreement. "Very well," she said, smiling at the cherub. "Then let's keep moving."

As the hours passed, the laboratory slowly began to return to some semblance of order. The angels worked tirelessly, their wings a blur as they moved from task to task, their voices a steady hum of encouragement and camaraderie. The cherub, despite its small size, never once faltered, its determination and selflessness inspiring those around it. As the last rays of sunlight filtered through the windows, signaling the end of another day, Mila paused and turned to face the cherub. Its silver hair gleamed in the fading light, and its blue eyes shone with an inner fire.

"You've done amazingly well today, cherub," Mila said, her voice soft with admiration. "Truly, I don't know what we'd have done without you." The cherub blushed at the praise, ducking its head shyly. "It was my pleasure to help," it replied. "I only wish I could have done more." Mila placed a hand on the cherub's shoulder, feeling the warmth and strength that emanated from it. "You've done more than enough. Rest now, and tomorrow we'll face whatever challenges come our way together."

As the sun disappeared below the horizon, the angels began to file out of the laboratory, their wings rustling softly as they disappeared into the darkness. The cherub, however, lingered for a moment, its gaze fixed on Mila. "Thank you, Mila," it said softly. "For giving me this chance to serve beside you. I will never forget it." Tears welled up in Mila's eyes as she returned the cherub's gaze. "Neither will I, my friend," she said, her voice catching in her throat. "Neither will I." With a final nod, the cherub turned and vanished into the shadows, leaving Mila alone with her thoughts and memories.