Narrator's pov

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"Where is she!?" Mark spat

"I- do-don't know i-if you notice but you're cho-Choking me. I'd usually fi-find it hot but I ha-have a mans" Zack stuttered with the man's hand still clasped around his throat

"My wife. Where is she!" The man hissed again

"Bitch ion know, shit I don't even live here" Zack spat

The man rolled his eyes and released his tight grip on Zack's throat, allowing the boy to fall to the ground with a red bruised skin and burning lungs, panting deeply for breath

"She must be somewhere around here" Mark groaned, his eyes glanced down to the boy on the floor

"Lead me to her, where is Lucifer keeping her!" He hissed

"I- I never snitch on my daddy" Zack panted, the man stared at him I'm disgust

"Come here, I don't want anyone finding you" The man hissed and gripped Zack's arm, clasping a hand over his mouth to muffle the screams leaving his throat

Mark screeched when he felt something sharp run through his fingers, He hissed and pulled away.

"D-Did you just bite me!?" Mark yelled

"Oops" Zack snickered as he found his footing, his hands pushed open the doors of the kitchen as his feet moved at a fast pace, sprinting away from the man

Unfortunately Mark was faster, the Angel's hands reached up and Zack's body stopped all movements. His lips parted as whimpers left his lips, his eyes rolled back in his head until they were nothing but white with red veins throbbing from the corner of his eyes

His back bent backward and his feet slowly lifted from the ground, his body hovered from the ground as Mark moved his hand for the boy's body to follow behind him, the boy twitched in midair as a part of him tried to fight the Angel's powers but he failed

"Basement" Mark whispered to himself, finally figuring it out

His feet moved fast as he made his way out of the kitchen, Zack's body hovering behind and following. The lights of the hallway flickered with each step the man took, his silver eyes became more intense

His mind was focused on one thing and one thing only, his heart leaped at the thought of seeing her face again, he was so close to being reunited with the person he loved the most.

There was an ache that came and went always returning in quiet moments. Mark wanted so much to keep her close, to talk and laugh like they once did and he knew that her absence was down to him.

He started to think about what their life would return to after he takes her away from that castle, maybe in a few years they could be together again, close, happy... Then they could have something that was actually good, that had a chance of lasting forever this time

He'd stop the woman from her foolish plans to destroy everything that was pure.

He saw her everywhere he went- in the things they both loved -in nature, in music, in silly things. So though she was gone, her aura remained, beautiful and strong, making the pain all the worse, keeping the feelings so raw for year years, but now it was going to be over.

His eyes finally met the door, narrowing towards the handle and watching it slowly turn, unlocking and the iron door slide open

Well shit man, you could have just used your hands but okay

The stairs leading down below was barely visible, only a large green flame was alluring the entire base. The man stepped down, his heart pounded faster with each step, the anticipation of seeing the woman again was overwhelming his senses

His brain flooded with pictures of her. Her face just as pretty as the first day he saw her with her husband, her eyes twinkling with laughter and her teeth glistening as she smiled, the aggressive sakes to her skull didn't accept him at first but he didn't care, he had fallen for a taken woman and he was no match for her charms.

So much time had passed since then, and all Mark had left of her was the occasional fleeting memory. He had lost the sound of her voice and the touch of her skin. His chest ached as he thought of what he had lost. No one had ever replaced her, and no one ever would

So no matter what conditions she was in that cage, he was ready to face it and bring her back to his heart

"Medusa!" He called out as he reached the base of the room

Dark, empty, cold, the room stood silently in the dim basement, iron bars stood tall in the center with a green flame around it, sprouting out to the ceiling.

The fluorescent lights flickered as the walls screamed out in pain, the lifeless shadowed figures curled up in the corners of their cell, whispering their demented secrets. He carelessly dragged his feet across the floor stained with blood hung from Medusa's scrawny figure.

Mark stepped forward, his skeletal fingers clutched the cell bars. His silver eyes failed him as he saw what conditions the woman was in. Her figure was barely visible from the green flame but he could make out her perfectly.

Her hallowed cheekbones made his heart clutch in his chest, her crusted lips and bony fingers dropped flat to the ground. Her eyes were too tired to raise to look at her husband.

"Medusa!" He hissed, but there wasn't even a blink sent his way

"MEDUSA" he yelled again

For she was too weak to breathe, her lungs felt heavy everytime oxygen would enter. She was truly there to rot

He screeched, rattling the bars, throwing himself around, shouting to the dying woman trapped between green flames

Suffering. That's how he would describe his wife. Although he believed it's much more than just "suffering". It was a plethora of shattered bones, burning flesh, and cracked skulls. In other words, it was pain and painful.

Heavy, the air seemed to be as the agonizingly long as days drew on for the woman in the cage. The wants and needs to shed a tear but feeling nausea by the thought. She had lost her sight and could only see darkness

The same darkness that filled her heart was pushing into her existence.

His hands clasped over the bars, pulling it backwards and rocking them from the foundation. Her eyes then glowed silver once again, ready to fuse his anger and heartbreak into fuel, his hands gripped the bars and heat came.

The pain crushed him, it left him incapable of everything. It left Mark broken- in and out and he didn't get the chance to feel that pain properly since he was working on his best to rip those bars apart with every ounce of adrenaline he had in his system, mixing with the pain of seeing the love of his life almost die on the floor inches away from his feet. The tears wouldn't roll down, and the screams wouldn't escape past his quivering lips. His heart rate ran almost twenty beats per minute.

And so it happened, the struggling pulling back and forth mix with his silver eyes and the adrenaline in his veins managed to break apart the iron bars keeping him away from the woman

He tossed it to the ground, not even sparing a glance to see where it had hit. The man fell to his knees, the burning green flames wrapped around his skin as he held Medusa in his arms

Pain seared through his abdomen better than a branding iron, his mind conceding to the torment but fighting to focus on the woman that was barely breathing. The pain continued to burn and radiate through his flesh, the most time he spent on the ground engulfed by the flame around Medusa's body was the more the pain increased but he didn't care

Tears rolled down his eyes, streaming tears making random paths on his dark cheekbones to see the woman in such conditions. The back of his hand barely brushed against her hallowed cheek

"I'm here. I'm finally here" He whispered

Her fragile body fit so perfectly in his arms, her lips quivered and her heavy eyelids barley stood open.

"I'm here. Don't worry. I'm here" he whispered, her knuckles touching her cheek so gently

But then you'd expect it to end like this according to this chapter right? Medusa dies from her being too weak and Mark does into shock from intense heartbreak or something.

But Mark is a healer, he's God's right hand man since Lucifer was sent away. The man had much more tricks up his sleeve to just watch his wife die in his arms.

He's an angel, a healer.

His thumbs pressed to the center of Medusa's forehead as he took a deep breath in.

"You're going to be okay. I promise" He whispered

The pain wasn't sharp like a needle point or a knife, but it burned her innards better than boiling water. Mark's jaw clenched and his head turned away, it was killing him to see the woman in pain. Pain that he was causing but it would be worth it in the end.

Medusa was in more pain than she could have ever imagined was possible. A bullet would be a mercy right now but she had to bare it.

For Mark was returning Medusa's powers to her body.

A/N
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