"W-what condition?"
"I quote; That my holy brother not die alone, or die at all."
I scooted away to see his face,"What d-does that mean?"
Damien snickered and picked me up off the ground and lead me out of the church. The sun burned my eye's as we both walked down the stairs. On the 6th to last step, Damien stopped me. He kneeled down, pulling out a small ruby colored box. He opened said ruby box to show a silver ring with three marking's of 'DxP' carved onto the front. Damien smiled his most charming toothy grin, asking the question I've been waiting to hear since that day he left. Four words I thought he'd never speak to me.
"Will you marry me?" -
I stood ther, dumbfounded. Did he really just say something like that? Damien? I know I should just listen to the Pope and run now, but he did promise. Do I truly know that I love him. My breathe shorted and came out shakily. I know, I know I do.
"Damien...", I choked out quietly. I flung my arms out and pulled him tightly to me. For my own health, I knew this was such a bad idea. Saying an agreement to something like this. I feel like I need to get in front of a crowd and yell every emotion that was glued around my head. I just... need to breathe. Slowly. Through the nose.
"...Yes.", I sighed silently in his ear. He picked me up, guiding me through the church and to my personal room that I live in. He set me down on to my bed. A wicked grin spreading across his gently face. I smiled shyly up to him. What did I tell him that for? Pope said he was going to take my... hand and innocence. I gasped and backed up to the wall. What have I done? I grew angry at myself and glared up to the Deamon.
"You will not take me. I can't do that to my people. Not to the Pope. I cannot do that. My pride will not allow this!", I said quickly, slurring my words together. I knew I wanted this. I wanted this badly. It being late on a Monday night, I simply turned my back to him and hid under the covers of my simple bed sheets. I heard him sigh.
"My dear, your stuck with me forever anyway. You are my Maintainer, in fact. I mustn't let you die alone. I promised an old friend of mine to not do so. He accepts this, why not you? Even your God, your Savior also, all agree. Let your pride slip for a moment. Pip, my darling, why not just give in to the love you know you share with me? You know as well as I do that our love is forever lasting and that I would never leave again."
I stiffened. Such an emotional speech from the son of Satan... How could God or Jesus refuse someone like this, ever? I lifted my head from my pillow and stared at my lap. What is worng with me? Being so fragile and such mood changes. I've cryed the most this day then I have in ten years and more. What is it about this wonderful being that makes me soft? Why can I not control my emotions like I've been doing? I've cryed in my head over and over since he left me, but I've never cryed outwordly since second grade. This Deamon, how can he bring out my emotions...
I truly, deeply have fallen for him, haven't I?
"I...", I breathed in a final, silent breath, a smile grazing my mouth,"Damien, Son of Lucifer, I shall give you my hand to wed, therefore I shall give you my innocence on the night we wed.", and right after that calm saying, Damien grabbed my wrists and pulled me back down in to a tight embrace. I hugged him back, my shy smile turning into that of a happy grin for the first time in years. I have finally gotten the one thing I've been waiting for. I've gotten love, a purpose, a filing. I'm a husband, and maintainer, and an angel sent by God. All these things fit together, all for the one thing I've always, and the only thing I've always, truly wanted.
Damien.
I'm sorry for the short chapter. Please let me know if you'd like it to be continued. Thank you!