"Oh Harry! There you are, babe."

I can't help the scowl that is etched on my forehead as Harry pulls away from me and walks toward the lady.

She is beautiful, sadly I have to admit that. Her long raven locks falling in front of her chest and down to her waist. Unlike other demons, her eyes are a striking red colour. Crimson wings lay elegantly behind her back. Her attire consists of a black dress reaching just above her knees.

The feeling of jealousy bubbles deep in my core as I watch her placing a manicured hand on Harry's cheek and kissing the other one.

Harry seems comfortable with that, at peace with her proximity.

"How was your hunt, Lilith?" His hands are resting at her waist while she plays with his hair.

This is too much for me to witness. He doesn't even acknowledge me. How could I have been so naïve to believe every time he said that he loves me?

"Great. I missed you, though," her lips form a pout and Harry chuckles with a fond look lacing his features.

My eyes prick with tears of anger, jealousy and most of all self pity. I believed him only to witness this.

The gates are open behind me and seeking the opportunity, I flee. I don't care if any other demon finds me, or harms me, or even takes advantage of me being alone. All I care is to get away from the man who has been constantly lying to me.

-

I don't know for how long I have been running, but fortunately no one has found me till now.

Around an hour ago, I guess, I had heard Harry shouting my name, resulting in me dashing in the opposite direction.

I know there is no way I can hide from him, or escape this place. Eventually, I have to go back to him, but I can't, not now at least. Not when my heart feels like it has shattered to a million pieces. He keeps taking away everything from me. I even lost my sense of self-preservation to his empty promises.

"Ah, a pretty little angel!" A voice exclaims behind me in false excitement. "Are you the one everyone's been talking about? Pure and young? And, what's that, you have no wings?" It's a man, his voice carrying fake sympathy. "You can't even protect yourself, a defenceless angel in hell, what a tragedy."

I slowly turn to face him. He has brown hair and a muscular body.

"You can call me Liam, angel," he smirks, unlike Harry's I don't find his attractive, it is laced with malice and ill-intent.

"What do you want?" I am surprised with the way I growl. Maybe it has to do with my anger towards a certain green eyed devil.

"Feisty. You'll be fun," his smirk is still present. "I know you belong to Master and no one else is allowed to touch you... for now. So, I won't even try. My life is too dear to me. All I want to say is, don't be fooled by him. He has had many like you before and you are just the next one in line. He'll say you are special, make you feel that way, and when you fall for him, he'll take you to bed. After that, he'll leave you for others to prey on. Lilith is the only one who is special to him."

He disappears before I can even process what he said.

Realisation hits me again. He is a monster and always will be. He doesn't care for me. It's all just a game to him. A game to see if he can shatter an angel's dignity, and I believe he is winning.

My body is drained of any more fight or running away. Silently, I walk back to his room. I have to give in sooner or later, then why not now.

I find Harry clutching a demon's neck when I walk in.

"Find him. Do whatever but find him!" He growls at the creature who looks shaken to his core.

"Harry," I whisper and his eyes snap to me, full of anger and frustration.

"Get out!" He snaps at the trembling demon who is quick to obey.

I click the door shut behind me. Before I even look up at him, he has the same hand wrapped around my neck.

"Where were you!?" He lashes out and presses me back to the door, making it rattle and dig into my spine.

I don't fight this time, don't tell him to pull away as air slowly leaves my body along with my soul.

"Answer me!" His hand tightens and I feel dizzy, black spots marring my vision. "Fucking tell me what I am asking!" His nail cuts through my skin, my throat bleeding under his touch.

The last thing I see is his look of pure anger before darkness envelops my senses, making me numb.

Maybe this time death will kiss me.