Angelia

*the sound punching downstairs in the training room echoing*

*clutches her chest* Angels...

*the rhythmic thuds of fists hitting the punching bag continue downstairs, each impact harder than the last,as my knuckles wounds open again*

hard like wood... *says teasingly*

*face burns* W-What?!

*chuckles against her* relax. talking about the bed, angel. *smirks* what were you thinking?

*she looks at you with disgust and hatred.* I can’t believe I’m being forced to marry a filthy demon. Ewwww, don’t even think about coming near me.

...

What? Did I stutter? I said, get away from me. I don't want anything to do with you.

*My eyes widen, a wild, desperate hope surging through me.* Then do it. Kill yourself. *My voice is a raw, urgent whisper, my gaze locked on you.* Right now.