Strings Of Fate

Chapter 69: A fragile mind

    "You're actually let them go?" Charlie asked in blatant surprise to her father.

    He stared out the window down upon hell once again, his back to her.  "I did promise, and I don't break my promises." Most of the time. "It's not often a human will go to such lengths for their partner. In fact, I believe that's the first time it's occurred." He chuckled, not because of his words but at some demon being squashed in the streets like a bug.

    Charlie smiled weakly, her hands together. "So...you'll really let them be free? You won't bother them or try to interfere with Alastor's life?"

    Lucifer hummed, turning to his daughter. His sweet naive daughter. "Of course." Her smile brightened. "Besides I wonder if that human will be the same after this. His minds probably shattered." She frowned as Lucifer laughed. "Only time will tell."

    Despite the odd way he let them go, Lucifer had his reasons for doing so. One of which being Alastor was not out of his way and wouldn't interfere with his daughter.

    The other...

    Well, let's just say revenge was sweeter than a new mind slave.

    When Angel lost consciousness for a split second he thought he'd died. For those few moments, he had stopped breathing and only darkness greeted him. 

    Then the darkness began to fade away and he realized his heart was beating. Seconds passed his mind coming to terms with what his body had. When it did Angel's eyes flew open and a sharp gasp left him as he breathed in the air. His heart was racing and his blood ran hot, entire being drenched in a cold sweat.

    He panted sitting up, though found that his body greatly fought against him. It was sore and difficult to control.

    His mind fought to recall what had happened before blacking out. Like a blank space had been left there. The familiar smell caused his stomach to tighten, remembering where he was. A groan left him as he moved, manging to fall on his side. Now more than ever he wanted to get up. The image burned into his mind.

    Pushing up onto his arms, the movements were extremely uncomfortable but Angel endured them. The crystal around his neck glowed, illuminating the basement in its pink hue. His eyes narrowed on the corpse on the ground, his vision was blurred by the tears.

    Alastor was dead....right.

    His heart sank as another groan left him, trying to get to his feet. His legs shook violently and he tumbled back down. They outright refused to work as if his body forgot how to walk.

    The shadow didn't appear to be anywhere either.

    Angel bit into his lip, swallowing hard at the image. Without the shadow here to block his view, he couldn't look away.

    How he wasn't breathing, the foul smell that lingered in the air. But most of all...how his skin was slowly covering his skeleton once again.

    ...

    Wait what?

    Angel blinked, once..twice..three times. But what he was seeing didn't change. His eyes grew wide at what he was seeing.