I wander through the dark, dim lit halls. They don't scare me as much as they used to. Over days I have become well acquainted to things that go around here. It's odd to be fine with living among demons and imps. Although, it doesn't bother me. It has been made clear to them that I am not to be harmed in any way and it's quite relaxing to finally be out of that chamber and roam about without fearing assault or facing Harry's wrath.

I grin in mischief when I reach the main hall of Hell. No one is around or inside and I slip quietly through the doors. It's the first time I have been here alone. Leave it to Harry to think that I would be scared of this place. Of course it's no fun or safe but it's also not enough to scare me.

Hot, molten lava flows down the sides and makes up the walls of the hall. There is a narrow pathway from the door to the wide stage in front, on either side remain deep pits of hell gurgling out shrieks and screams of those who have been subjected to a death through dark fire.

On the stage sits a single, majestic chair, resembling power and oozing evil; skulls adorning it's back, inverted crucifixes hanging down from either armrest.

What would father think of Hell?

I crouch down to touch the crucifix but immediately pull my hand away when it burns my finger.

"What are you doing here?"

I stand and turn on an impulse to find Harry standing right in front of me. His eyes lower to my chest where I cradle my burnt finger.

Without a word he takes my wrist and brings my finger to his lips, kissing it lightly. It does soothe the sting away. He lowers my hand and places his own on my waist to pull me closer.

"Now, that wouldn't have happened if you would have listened to me," he raises his eyebrow in challenge.

I don't reply, instead I press my cheek to his chest and nuzzle there.

He sighs and kisses my hair. "Why do you disobey me, angel?"

"Because it gives me utter joy to see that look on your face."

"What look?"

"That someone can actually defy you without fearing death."

His laugh makes me smile and look up at him. He leans down to press his lips against mine, making me shiver in his arms.

We break apart when the doors open. I wonder how did I not hear them when Harry had entered.

"Master, oi archángeloi kíryxan pólemo," the demon speaks and his eyes snap to me for a second before lowering down.

Harry grunts and I feel the vibrations of his chest under my palm. With a nod he dismisses the demon.

"What was that about?" I ask him.

"Nothing you should be worried about, my angel," he caresses my cheek tenderly and kisses the other, "Can I expect you to obey me and be inside our room for the rest of the day?"

"I might surprise you by obeying for once."

With a kiss to my forehead he flies straight out of the large doors.

I sigh deeply. I wanted to be with him for the rest of the day. It's unbelievable how much I want him to be around after knowing why he is the way he is. Or maybe because now we understand each other better.

True to my word, I spend the rest of the day in our room as Harry expected me to. Our room. It feels good to say that.

Lilith keeps me company and tells me of the time she spent on Earth. I am surprised when she tells me that she had seen me once on Earth.

"Harry used to make my ears bleed by bragging about your beauty and innocence, saying that he had never seen a creature more beautiful. Of course, he didn't remember anything from when he was in heaven, so he had followed you and kept a watch over you when you were on Earth. I believe you were watching over an orphanage at that time."

"He followed me?" I ask in surprise.

"Ah. That he did because I was fucking pissed to watch him beat himself over not remembering you. Although, I was even more pissed when he returned and talked about you all the day," she chuckles lightly. "I remember being jealous when I had set my eyes upon you. You were more than Harry let on. You were beautiful, truly enchanting, mesmerisingeven , but I also saw the look that matched Harry's; heartbroken and sad. So I pushed and pushed Harry to go and get you back."

"But he didn't," I say rather than asking.

She nods. "He was afraid of what you would think of him. That you won't love him."

There's a pang in my chest. "And I did just that. I told him I didn't love him. I lied and broke the sacred vow."

"He doesn't blame you, you know." She pauses before asking, "You love him, Louis?"

"I do, so much," I chuckle and feel my eyes water slightly.

"Tell him. Don't you think he deserves your love?"

I meet her eyes and give a weak nod.

-

My fingers work over loosening the knots of my Chiton to take it off for a bath before going to bed.

Throughout the rest of the evening I pondered over what Lilith said. I do know that Harry deserves my love, he deserves more than that. He has shown me that he cares and has deep affection toward me, not just in words but in actions too. He has slowly been going back to the way he used to be.

I love him. I love him more than words can let on and denying it only hurts me.

A sigh leaves my lips as I lower down into the warm water, the scents poured in it are heavenly and relaxing.

I swish around the little petals as I think of how to tell him. It's unnerving to even think how effortlessly I had confessed my love to him once. Now it feels like a vital decision. A decision which would carry out the fate of our relationship.

"Stop thinking out loud."

I gasp and bring my knees to my chest in a defensive state but relax again upon realising who the intruder is. He laughs loudly while I resign to pout.

"Not funny," I mumble and splash water at him as he approaches. A blush creeps up my chest and onto my cheeks as I watch him undress, piece after piece of his clothing falling down.

He climbs down the steps of the bath and lowers himself behind me, circling his arms around me and pulling me flush against his chest. His wings dip inside the large bath and he envelopes me under one.

"What gave you the impression that I would let you join in for a bath?" I manage to speak as his lips trail soft kisses along the side of my neck.

"Maybe how you watched me undress, or it might even be how you aren't pushing me away," he speaks between his kisses, voice octaves deeper.

"Maybe," I breathe out and moan when he suckles at my earlobe.

I turn in his lap effortlessly even with the heavy weight of his wings. Picking up the cloth and soap I wait for his permission. He relaxes back and I wash him slowly, kissing whenever and wherever I can, before he returns the favour and cleanses me.

-

Lying in his arms under the cool sheets I decide to tell him sooner than he would expect. I trace the frown between his brows and watch as it relaxes, his arm tightens around me, so I lay my head back at his chest and drift off as well.