"Why do you have to argue for every little thing?" Harry grits through his teeth, his hands are clenched in fists by his sides and I know he is keeping himself from lashing out at me. "Can't you just follow a single order?"

"I am not your slave, Harry, and I am not going to stay locked in here for you to treat me like a possession," I try to be calm as I voice my thoughts again.

He has been denying me from going out of this room and it has already been four days. It's suffocating me to stay in here. All I want is for him to show me around, tell me what places are safe to go and what are off limits. I will do as he says. If he tells me to not open a door, I won't.

"You are so fucking stubborn," I hear him mutter under his breath, and before I can comprehend, he has thrown me over his shoulder.

I gasp and struggle from where I am hanging off his shoulder. "Put. Me. Down." I stress each word with a punch to his back, but that does nothing to even make him flinch. He walks out of the room I have been confined to and moves only a few steps forward before making me land on my feet and presses me back to a wall.

He leans closer to me, causing my heart to thud loudly against my chest. His arms bracket my face and wings sprawl out to cover me from an outsider's view.

"I have some rules before I let you 'explore'," his breath fans my face and I have to remind myself to focus on his words and not his lips. "First, don't go anywhere without me, ever, until I tell you who to trust and who not to. Second, no matter what, don't let any demon lure you into their room. Third, even if you do manage to get in trouble, scream my name as loud as you can. Fourth, don't go anywhere I tell you not to. And fifth," his hand trails down my face and stops at my neck, tilting it aside as his lips hover above my cheek, "Always remember that I love you, don't believe what you hear from others," he presses his lips to my skin and trails them down to my neck.

"Harry," a moan leaves my lips and I don't try to suppress it, loving the way my body reacts to him. His hands skim down to my hips, holding onto my sides and rubbing circles with his thumbs.

"Let no one touch you this way but me, promise me," he bites at my jugular and I moan loud enough to gain attention of a passing demon who recieves a menacing growl from Harry.

"I-I promise," I stutter out and feel him smile against my hot skin.

"Let's go then, I'll show you around."

-

If I say that I am scared, then I would be straight out lying. I am terrified.

The demons I saw, with their elongated teeth, distorted faces, pointed horns, and ghastly tone, it was enough to make me cower back and hide behind Harry for protection.

What pushed me over the edge were the heart wrenching screams of pain. I don't know if that was a demon being tortured or some other creature, but how could my heart not bleed for someone's cry for help? It's in my nature to protect.

The creature was carried out by a demon. Their body was covered in blood and deep cuts.

The demon bowed in front of Harry, keeping his eyes to the ground and muttering a low but audible 'Master'. He had stood up after Harry had acknowledged him with a hum. I can still feel the tremble from how his eyes had skimmed over my body until a black wing had curled around and covered my frame, shielding me from his malicious grin and eyes.

"Eínai dikós mou. Ton angíxei kai egó tha se skotóso!" Harry all but growled at the demon whose eyes widened and he averted his eyes from me, snapping them down to his feet, his hands holding the bloodied body.

"Me synchoreíte, Kýrios," he muttered and walked away after bowing again.

I didn't understand a word they exchanged but at that time I would have rather preferred to stay aloof than ask anything.

I stand trembling in Harry's arms, trying to even my breathing and stop my cries as he whispers in my ear to try and calm me, rocking me gently and rubbing my back.

We are standing in front of his throne, lava gurgling deep beneath the floor.

"Agápi mou, please don't cry. You are too pure to shed tears over something so vile," his lips press to my forehead, making my cries turn to sniffles.

"W-Why were they being b-beaten?" I hiccup between my words and blush at the fond look on Harry's face.

He brushes his thumb over my cheeks, discarding the remaining wetness as he answers. "He betrayed me and I don't let anyone go without them knowing how cruel I am."

"Y-you give punishments, too?" I ask and the fear that had been diminishing rises again in my throat, making me terrified of him.

"Sometimes," but maybe he notices my panic in the way I am pulling back from him. He is quick to tug me back to his front, our gaze locked. "I would never hurt you again, agápi mou, don't be scared of me."

I cling to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and burying my face in his neck. I stay wrapped in his embrace for a good five minutes before tilting my face to meet his eyes. They are a warm shade of green, something akin to home and peace clouding his eyes.

I find myself leaning up closer to his face. His eyes are hooded as he watches me and copies my action, only he is leaning down. His breath fans my face and I can already feel a tingle rising at my lips.

His lips are a hair's width apart from mine when the door opens and a high pitched voice speaks, causing Harry to pull away and smile at the intruder.

"Oh, Harry! There you are, babe."