"That was great. Who knew you were so great in bed." Angel said panting.

"Want to go again?" I asked. 

"Nah. We're already late." 

"True." 

I slowly put on my jacket. I didn't take of my shirt. I can't show him yet. My arms had scars to. I hope he wasn't afraid of them. 

"You coming?" I ask. 

"One sec. I need to prepare for the big day. You should wash up to." 

I fell silent. Words and memories started to flood in. Disgrace, bastard, a demon who doesn't deserve to live, and a bunch of other things demons would call me.

"Did I offend you? If I did, I'm sorry." 

"I need some air." 

I walked off.  My friend looked at me. Not a very good move, but I had to get away. Maybe I should wash up. The figure handed me some soap.

"Ugh. Fine." I say. 

I walk up to my room. I turned on the water in the bathtub. I shook a little. I didn't want to do this. It's the water I fear, and the significance of washing up. I will always be just a filthy demon.

"Let's just get this shit over with." I mutter.