"I'd like to see you fucking try." Nathaniel gripped the collar of the demon's shirt and yanked him down to his level. "He doesn't belong to you. He belongs to me, and me to him. You see, he's chosen me. You're assuming that he'll just want to go with you. He doesn't love you. He sees you as a friend. Take it or leave it. Now back the fuck off." He thrust him away and started towards the door, huffing.
He chuckled darkly "you think I'm going to let you go after that little fiasco you just pulled? Your mistaken my dear, if you won't give me V willingly, I'll just have to take something of yours. He pulled out a black blade from behind his desk.
"Like what?" Nathaniel eyed the blade warily, not liking where this was going. He stepped back again, but managed to keep his face stoic for now.
He stroked the blade lovingly before glancing up at Nathaniel "those wings are a dead weight, aren't they?"
Nathaniel froze, realizing what the demon meant. "N-Not really. I… I can still… you know, move them…" He stammered.
"yes but you can't fly or spread them. I xan relieve you of that pain. Or I can give you the wings you so desperately want in exchange for V. Your choice."
Nathaniel shook his head. "You… y-you don't want to do this. V will be furious." He pressed himself up against the door, his heart pounding in his throat.
"v won't have any recollection of this meeting or of you once I'm done taking those memories. He'll only know me, my love and passion for him."
This has gone long enough. V stood from his chair and headed over to he door, shaking the handle a bit to find it locked
"N-No… please…" Nathaniel cowered against the door, trembling a bit. He'd already decided he would choose this over willingly abandoning V, though.
(So you'll probably end up cutting him but like, not actually succeeding I guess?)
(maybe….)
Looking around to make sure no one was in the vacinity, v took out a small pocket knife that he carried around and pricked his finger. With the blood that welled up, he drew a small circle on the door with an intricate design within. "lucriose" he whispered. Once inside the room he found a man towering over Nathaniel with a blade pointed over his wings
Nathaniel had his eyes closed, trembling with one arm shielding his face. "I-I won't let you take him! He won't go!" The blade cut into the base of one of his wings and he screamed in agony, struggling to get away.
"I don't care at this point, you'll be in so much pain by the time I'm through with you you won't even get a chance to say goodbye to him." He twisted the blade a little with a smirk "but it'd so delicious to here you say it. Maybe them.ill spare you of more pain. Give me Valderian." He growled
"Step away from my angel, now." V growled, his wings arced in defense as he slowly made his way over to them
Nathaniel's head snapped up to V, his eyes stinging with pained tears. He was shaking violently, clutching his bleeding wing. He was beginning to get dizzy from the pain and couldn't speak.
He tore out the blade and took a step back "well, well, well. Look who finally decided to show up." He smiled at v
V glared at him and stood in front of Nathaniel "who are you." He asked
"V I'm hurt. You don't remember an old friend?" He pressed a hand to his own chest in mock hurt
"Any one who cares hurt him i'm glad to forget, past friend or not."
Nathaniel glanced up at the demon from behind V, his face expressionless. His wings hung low from where his shirt had been torn by the knife, and the fabric was becoming soaked with his blood.
V was surprised to see genuine hurt on the demons face "get out of here before you're sent back to he'll at my hand." V growled.
He sighed softly and dropped his blade "I won't fight you v. I never will." He dropped the blade and walked out of the room. Relieved, v crouched down next to nathaniel
"Oh, th-thank god…" Nathaniel leaned back against the wall, seeing stars. "I can't breathe… god, it h-hurts, V…" He stammered, blood trickling steadily through his fingers. He was very pale and clearly scared now.
"I know my love, I know. Just hold on a bit longer till we get home." He said gently, cradling him in his arm and picking him up.
"He… he wanted me to give you over to him…" Nathaniel said weakly as V carried him. "I won't let him…"
He tilted his head in slight confusion "tell me more once you've recovered, for now just relax." He kissed his head and headed home, driving as carefully as possible to avoid hurting Nathaniel more
Nathaniel nodded falling silent and unconscious during the ride. He was still out when V carried him inside.
He set him on the bed gently and turned him on his side to look at the wound. "Oh angel," he sighed softly and pulled out his phone "I know I'm not supposed to but he needs help. Yes, celestial help."
Nathaniel was still shaking violently, but his hand had fallen. His wing was bleeding badly, although it was luckily still attached to his body and seemed salvageable.
"where is he?" Urielle asked, whisking into the room and scanning it for danger. Once he saw V, he pulled him into a hug. "Ever the protector Valderian."
V shook his head "hisprotector. and I seemed to have done a terrible job at it." He guided Urielle to their room and to Nathaniel "help him please." he begged
"Nngh…" Nathaniel stirred weakly, but didn't open his eyes. His blood had stained the feathers around his wound and had begun soaking into the couch, and his shaking still hadn't ceased. He was pale and looked drained, and even with his eyes closed, scared.
"It's ok Nath, Urielle's here to help." he glanced up as the angel nodded "what did this to him?"
"I..I think it was a demon. He attacked nath but dropped his sword when I came into the room. said he wouldn't fight me, ever. weird right?" He asked, slipping his hand into Nathaniel's and squeezing gently, giving him some reasurance
Nathaniel opened his eyes a bit to look up at the other two angels, his gaze riddled with pain. "It was him… it… it was Jerch…" He stammered, clutching his stomach. "Nngh… I-I feel like I'm gonna throw up…"
V's stomach dropped at the mention of his old friend. "Tha- that was Jerch?" he stammered, shaking a bit. Urielle glanced up "He was here?" he asked, taking a look at Nathaniel's wing
He nodded shakily, still holding his stomach. "He… h-he wanted me to give you up to him… I wouldn't… oh g-god…" He got up and ran to the kitchen, throwing up in the trash can.
V stayed close in case he had to carry Nathaniel back. Still reeling from the realization of Jerch, bit wanting to help Nathaniel as much as possible, he kept his mouth shut. " Is there anything we need?" V asked Urielle
"maybe a needle and thread for stitching but other than that, no."