After that, they had then brought me to a different room. Though, I knew they weren't done with me. I could tell they still had more questions than answers.

At least the cell they had reserved just for me was more sanitary looking than the Underworld's. Not only that, there was at least some light coming through from the outside.

The cell consisted of three solid walls of brick and the cell's prison bars of its entryway from which I had come through. Even as the taunting prison gate slid closed roughly behind me, I knew I didn't belong. I tried to get them to listen, tried to tell them I don't need a prison. Afterall, what harm could I do, really?

Still, it didn't matter. Why would they change their ways for a demon? They wouldn't. Never. Besides, a demon was a demon. That's how it worked. Still, I fought against it. I had asked why I needed to be put under such a constriction since I hadn't even laid a finger on anyone. If I had meant any harm at all, I would have done it and this, I told the angel who had questioned me earlier. He said he couldn't just let a demon walk the Above's ground and be free. He said the angels were all in a panic since my appearance and I would only make it worse.

I begged and pleaded for them to not throw me back to the Underworld, which I had overheard the plan amongst two young, gossiping angels that night.

It had taken a whole day until I finally convinced them. He had beckoned me awake the next morning, that same angel official, along with a group of curious reporters who seemed to be more than amazed to see a demon in the Above. They scribbled busily on their notepads and flashed their cameras all on me. The angel official backed them off just a bit and came to inform me of a certain arrangement, a court trial to prove myself worthy of the Above. Before I could think on it, he had told me that I had a visitor who has been meaning to talk to me for a while and had let Star through the prison gates.

To see her face, my heart fluttered as did my stomach. The excitement made me reach out and wrap my arms around her as she did the same. We must have stayed that way for a whole minute as the cameras snapped eagerly and quickly, brief clicks and flashes, all on me and Star.

Something had struck me with guilt and my heart plummeted, shattered, at the thought of it. As I held her in my arms, holding her close, I wondered why I deserved this. Why did I deserve to hug and hold and even touch the one of which I had lost. It didn't feel right. In fact, it felt quite the opposite. It was wrong. I shouldn't even deserve to see her now. Maybe I was doomed for the Underworld. I killed her. Now, I came back to hurt her more. It showed as I had watched her dark angel wings shed its feathers too. I didn't deserve her and I pulled away from her and judging by the way she hadn't let go until that last remaining second, I could tell she didn't want it to end. She wanted me, though I couldn't understand it.

Her pleading, sorrow-filled eyes tried to meet mine, trying to read me, but I averted my eyes before I could let her do so. I knew what she was thinking afterall. She wanted to ask if I was okay, but she knew something was obviously wrong. I was idiotic for trying to hide it too, knowing I couldn't do that around her. "Are you-?"

"I'm fine." I mumbled. "I promise." She must have known I was bluffing. Her hand brushed mine before grabbing it and pulsing it in her own, a soft squeeze.

I noticed someone had followed Star, a woman with a pair of violet butterflies on her face, a Butterfly family symbol. Not only that, she had the angel wings of the angel officials. Star said that this was her grandmother, Comet Butterfly. She was the one who took Star in and had taken care of her.

Star had introduced me to her right away. I had given her a fanged smile in return, though Comet looked a bit pale, a sickening pale. Before I could wonder what was troubling her, she excused herself from her loss of speech. "I apologize, dear." When she spoke, her voice held a noticeably thick British-like accent, like Star's mother. "As flustering as it is, it is nice to meet you, Marco."

Suddenly, someone had pried away at the crowd, pushing away the photographers and reporters, demanding them to leave. "That's it. Everyone, out." When the crowd had finally been stripped away and had gone separate ways, an angel boy had stepped forward. He was about my height and had wings like any other official angel, though his were smaller, more proportionate to his body.

When he smiled to chortle, his teeth, a pearl white, matched the same purified white as his wings. His dirty blonde hair fell partly in his nicely tanned face and as if his hair had become an annoyance to him, he stroked if back up. His hairstyle consisted of shaved sides and kept it full on top. He wore what the other angel officials would wear, a plain white, button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black dress pants and shoes. His halo also shined like all the rest. "Have her sent back to her room." He commanded.

For a fraction of a second, his beetroot eyes met mine and I felt my stomach flip and flop. It was a strange and unsettling feeling, one that I've never felt before. I couldn't exactly put my finger on it. It was as if I wanted to throw up everything in my stomach at once, yet if I tried, it wouldn't come. It was as if I was floating, though I was still on the ground.

And somehow, my brain had told me something was off. This angel was no angel at all. My gut had told me otherwise. He was like me, a demon, hiding in plain sight. The only time it had subsided was when he had left the prison hallway and as I turned to tell Star, I had found her already gone, following Comet back up the stairs from where they came.

The drawn sound of the rattling and rusty prison bars came to a close and locked with a click. All the angels had left after that, leaving me with myself and the empty, small prison. No one else was here, I began to notice, no other prisoners. Just me, myself, and I. The only sound was of the humming of the fluorescent light across the hall that leads to the staircase.

I took a seat down in the bunk bed in the corner of my cell and was a bit grateful for the peace and quiet. I laid back and relaxed and soon got lost in my thoughts.