The Reality Of Nightmare (BxB)

CHAPTER XI: ESCAPING ONE MORE TIME

CHAPTER XI: ESCAPING ONE MORE TIME

"When I bow down to pray
I try to make the worst seem better."
- Lady Gaga, Million Reasons

He doesn't burn the hotdogs he's frying.

In fact Slate seems to be good at it. His dark brown eyes, so dark that it really looks black, are focused on the hotdogs being fried across the oiled frying pan. Fabian casually sitting on the comfortable and probably expensive sofa he has in the living room, watching whatever show is on the television. Slate is concentrated, not bothering to speak and utter a single word. His eyes are glued on the pan, and the fire is set to low. Even if I was born an angel, I know how cooking works for mortals. I have knowledge when it comes to these matters.

Back in the day, when I was 9 years of age, I had a tutor once. Her name was Martha. She had this long brown hair, cascading in curls, shoulder level. Her eyes were as blue as the morning sky, and the way she spoke would make your heart melt; she was like singing when she spoke. I loved listening to her, and I loved being tutored by her. If something bothered me, she was the first one to notice so I had no choice but to tell her the whole story, leaving no detail, even it's just a small one. Even though she was living her golden age, she was so always beautiful. Every day she was in the castle to tutor me, until one day she didn't. I remember asking my parents – the King and Queen – about that, but they did not give me any answer. I kept asking them until I got to the point that I got tired and ever since then Martha's name is never uttered again in the castle. Martha was gone like a wind, and I never have a clue as to why she disappeared suddenly. I keep asking myself where she has gone, and I can't think of possible answers.

Martha told me a lot of things about Earth – their environment, their nature, their beauty, and how things work here on Earth. I was amazed when she told me that. I learned a new thing on Earth, about mortals, and that excited me. Léandre and I listened as we were the good listeners of her. Léandre was always with me, and sometimes he was not present at my tutoring session. Léandre is a knowledge-seeker, and he loves knowing things. That was the reason why he got sent to Earth to hunt demons, because he knows how mortal humans act and their nature. But even if I have a lot of knowledge when it comes to humans, my parents see a different thing; they think I don't have enough knowledge to handle things, and their example is why I do know what love is. Because I am the Angel of Love, and I'm supposed to know it.

I, Angel of Love, Hadraniel Adrian Stars, know nothing about love.

"Done!" Slate announces, beaming brightly at his work. For a moment he looks like a human with no trace of evilness, but every time I look into his eyes, which are almost black if you don't take a look closer, it reminds me that he's a demon who could kill me in a second.

Fabian is now shirtless, and I'm left star-struck by his appearance. He seems shocked when he stares at the fried hotdogs because surprisingly the demon did not burn them. I don't know which to look at – shirtless Fabian or the not-burnt hotdogs? My eyes focus on the shirtless Fabian, and apparently the demon notices because he whacks me at the back of my head which wakes me from reverie. Slate is scowling at me, and if I were a kid, it would seem to me like he's about to scold me for making a sin. His scowl reminds me of something.

The mortal curses. I almost tell him that it's not good to curse until I remember my mother, who likes to point things out whenever I curse. I miss my mother so much. I wish she were here to guide me. I don't even know if she's watching me, and if she does, I hope that she's not appointed that I'm with a demon, doing nothing but to obey his commands.