For the first time since being here, I don't feel any pain when I wake up. The urge to cry has absolutely left me. There is a slight ache present in my back but it's nothing I can't ignore.

Maybe it's due to the incident that occurred last night which has me at ease.

As my senses start to kick in, I feel a weight lying on my middle. Slowly, I blink my eyes open and an instant blush rises at my cheeks.

Harry's arm is wrapped around my stomach, his face is resting at my chest, hair brushing my neck. I don't remember when he came to bed. Surely after I had slept.

He shifts and his nose presses against my collarbone.

"Lou," a soft sigh leaves his red lips as he nuzzles at my skin.

"Harry, wake up," I speak in a low voice. When he doesn't budge, I take it as an opportunity to caress his cheek and run my fingers through his hair. They are longer than when he had left, they look good on him.

He stirs and blinks his eyes open. Naturally, I expect to see black, instead I am greeted with soft and confused green eyes, looking at me curiously.

"Lou," he whispers again, louder this time.

"Hi," I feel shy again. This is familiar and I like this feeling.

He cranes his neck and nuzzles at my nose, "Chaírete. I thought you hated me."

I hum and nuzzle back into his touch. "I still do."

He lets out a soft a chuckle.

"Your eyes are green."

"Are they?" He shoots me a playful smirk.

Oh, he is messing with me... and I like this, too.

"Turn on your front, will you?" He twirls his finger and I find myself obeying. "Just lay still. I am not going to hurt you," he whispers in my ear and places a tender kiss under it, making me blush again. I don't object as he undoes the strings of my Chiton, opening it and exposing my back. He presses his palms against my shoulder blades and I wince.

Slowly, I feel the ache from earlier subsiding, I turn my neck to look at him and I am definitely shocked to see his eyes glowing golden.

He removes his hands and ties the knots, his eyes are once again black when I turn to sit up.

"How?--" I don't know what to say.

"Your father banished me but forgot to take away his blessings. I still have those specialities, healing and all, additional to that of a demon's. That's what makes me the devil," he shrugs and flashes me a grin.

I like it when he is in a good mood. I find myself snuggling back to his body when he opens his arms in invitation. His wings wrap around both of us like a black, silk cloak.

"Are you sure you don't hate me?" He asks again after a while and I really want to smack him.

He is making it difficult for me to get a hold of my feelings.

"My answer is still the same."

He sighs and presses a kiss to my head. "What can I do to change your mind?"

I can hear the plea in his voice and that makes me think. "You can go back to how you used to be with me. You can start with promising me that you won't hurt me and would listen to what I have to say."

"I can do that," his lips brush against my temple, "And I never meant to hurt you, agápi mou. You just make me... you make me lose control of my mind. I don't know what to do sometimes. You said you didn't want to stay with me in my room, you didn't eat anything, you pulled away from my touches, you don't listen to what I say. I didn't know what else to do... I just know how to punish someone."

I let his words sink in and I am shocked when I don't want to blame him.

"I am not someone, Harry. You say that you love me, yet you do things which defy your words."

He is quite for a while and I can see an inner battle going through him. Finally, he nods.

"I do love you, so much. Always have and always will," his arms squeeze me closer to him, legs parting to let me settle between them completely, "But... I have changed. I am not the angel you used to love. I am not just the devil either. I am the worst nightmare anyone can imagine. I rule over those who are corrupted. And yet... I can't help but love you. Loving is a sin for a sinner like me. But I don't deserve, or even imagine you to love me back."

As he says these words, I see a kind soul which has lost its way into the darkness. I want to be his light, to pull him back. And even if I fail to do so, I would be contented to be a part of his dark world, to provide him with the little light he needs.

I move to straddle his legs and wrap my arms around his neck, bringing his face to my chest.

He looks up at me, looking confused yet pleased. "Agápi mou?" His voice is a breathy whisper, disbelief clear in it.

I place a finger at his lips and kiss his cheek, "Everything will be fine. We'll be fine."

With time, I'll fall in love again.