Into The Devil’s Heart

Baston groans in pain and pushes himself up, it hurts everywhere. The frown on his face was very visible, he looked as though he’d been flogged with a flesh plucker.

A sigh escaped his lips, and he leaned back on the wall in total defeat. Had he known, he would have given the damn angel some distance.

He frowns even more at the thought of Audrey, he wonders where she is and what might have happened.

“Shit!” He exclaims and pushes himself up. He needs to look for her before Cannon finds out she’s not with him or else, he won’t live to see the dawn.

He walks out of the room with so much difficulty, hands tightly grab his left rib and he limps down the stairs.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

He was about to head outside when someone called him from behind, he could tell from the voice that it was Audrey.

He felt so relieved but when he turned around, he was met with Cannon’s stern and domineering gaze on him. In fear, he gulps down and lowers his gaze.

“Are you ok? You look hurt, ” She said and reached out to him.

Baston rolls his eyes in irritation, “As if you don’t know you did it” he scoffs in his mind but the chill coming from behind makes him gulp down nervously.

“I’m fine” he struggles and responds.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to” Audrey apologized with pleading eyes, she felt guilty for what he looked like.

“It’s ok, ” Baston had no reason to get angry, she was fine and on the list, and his head would be spared.

“Common, I will help you clean your wounds,” Audrey said and grabbed his arms gently urging him to move along but Baston knew better than to comply without his boss’s order.

His gaze moved back and forth between the man who stayed quiet as still waters waited for him to dare take a move and the lady who kept pulling on his arm.

“Let go bunny, I will get someone to do it” Cannon spoke out for the first time.

“I did it, I should be the one taking care of him” Audrey pressed on. It wasn’t easy for her to convince Cannon to let her check on Baston, he acted as though she would never return.

“If that’s the case, then you should be taking care of me… I also received a bullet for you” Cannon grumbles.

Both Audrey and Baston were surprised to see him acting all needy, trying to get her attention.

“Fine, I will help you first” Audrey lets go of Baston’s arms and walks to his side.

“Get well soon,” She said to Baston before leaving.

Baston watched the two disappear to nothing, his lips pulled up into a smile but the sudden pain made him frown.

“I have to get myself healed” he murmurs to himself as he limps into the door by the right. He can heal himself and doesn’t need the help of any physician. Spell casting can be a little bit exhausting and energy draining but so long as he gets himself fixed in the process, he can sleep for as long as he wants.

The room was completely dark but with just a chant, a red candle lit up shining brightly throughout the room.

He walks further into the room and a set of candles where placed on the floor in a circle. There were different colors: red, white, and black.

He reaches out for his shirt and pulls it off, the burns on his skin are now visible. It was like roasted meat, his arms were almost destroyed by the flame.

His back was red because of the impact he had when he hit the wall but there was no scratch.

He sits at the center of the circle and folds his legs together. His hands stretched out forming a sign, his fingers could be seen pointing up at the ceiling and down on the floor. His eyes are shut close, and he looks so focused and immersed in his meditation.

After a while, his lips start trembling. Chants could be heard, spell casting was taking place.

A red light starts forming, circling his hands. The more he spoke the word, the more the red lights increased.

Everywhere was shining red, it was so bright that the light could be seen trying to leave the room. He chanted the spell until there was no energy left to keep up.

Everywhere grows dark as it was, the candles were off with one left lit. He stares at his injured arm, the wounds are still there, as fresh as it was, with no sign of healing.

It was the first time he was unable to heal himself and it surprised him, he closed his eyes again and tried a new spell he just learned but after a while of chanting, nothing happened.

Whatever he was doing wasn’t working, he couldn’t heal himself.

His face was as pale as that of a dead person, he was scared but decided to brush it off. He helped himself off the floor and hurriedly to the bedside, a big book was lying by the side.

He quickly reached for the book and flipped through the pages until he saw what he was looking for.

He grew even paler as he stared at the page, now he understood why all the spells he was doing weren’t working. He can never heal the wound an angel inflicts on a witch and should in case it’s not a witch but a demon, her stabs will send them back to the abyss where they will live for eternity and will never return.

But that wasn’t all the book said, it emphasized sending the victim to a state of Limbo. He quickly stood up and was about to tell Cannon what he’s just discovered ’cause he knows Cannon might likely not complete his mission if he gets stabbed by Audrey but before he could take a step, his sight grew blurry and the next thing he saw was him falling on the bed and losing consciousness.

On the other hand, Cannon was sitting on the bed while Audrey nervously stood by the side, perplexed about what to do.

“Um, can you let me take off your coat?” She asked, not knowing if to reach out for it or wait for him to respond.

“What do you think?” Cannon asked, staring at her expectantly.

“I guess I will just take it off,” Audrey said and reached for his coat, pulling it off his body.

He complied and let her rip him off his clothes until there was nothing left to hide his nakedness.

Audrey climbed on the bed to have a clearer view of his back and to her greatest surprise, there was nothing there… Not even a scratch.

“T-there is nothing on” She could hardly form a word out of surprise. “Can you?” She stutters.

“Yes,” Cannon answered before she could think things through, “why? Scared of me now?” He asked.

Audrey quickly shakes her head in denial, “I can never be afraid of you, even if you turn to possess horns and an ugly face with black disgusting wings” she jokes, little did she know she was describing who he truly is… His true nature.

“Where does it hurt?” She asked and pressed her lips into a thin line knowing she might have oversaid the joke.

“Right shoulder blade,” he said.

She gently starts massaging it, making sure she doesn’t exert too much pressure on it.

“Does it hurt that much?” She said she was feeling grateful and concerned.

Cannon nods, even though it doesn’t hurt he wants her sympathy and care.

Audrey leans down and places a kiss on his back, it is light but enough to leave him wanting more.

“What’s that for?” He asked in a half-smiley voice.

“For quick recovery, I’ll get well soon,” she explains, face flushed red.

“Interesting” he smiles, there has never been anything so innocent and enticing as her and everything she does.

“Will you give Baston a get-well-soon-kiss too?” He asked.

Audrey shakes her head in denial, “no, ” her response was firm.

“It’s only for you, My Lord and Love,” She said shyly.

“I’m happy it’s only for me,” he said and pulled her closer, “have some rest now, the night is almost going to an end” he made her lie on the bed and placed her head on his arms.

Audrey didn’t resist, she loved it and wanted to spend a lifetime by his side.” Goodnight, Love ” she whispered in a whisper and shut her eyes so she wouldn’t get to see his gorgeous face.

Cannon smiled, he caressed her hair behind her ears and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Goodnight, Bunny” he wishes and watches her drift into her Dreamland.