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I parted my lashes later that morning, and I breathed softly, somehow relaxed, as Sebastian remained under me, asleep.
Why did he always make it so... easy to sleep? And why was it—whenever he held me—I had no nightmares?
I always thought I was independent... I was wrong.
I watched the snow reflect off the window from outside, covering the room in a beautiful white glow, and I just let myself rest there for a moment, wondering what time it was.
But—after gaining my courage—I pushed my arms against the bed and sat up...
Only to find my arm caught and Sebastian tugged it out from under me.
I yelped when I collapsed back onto his chest.
He just gathered me in his arms, pulling me over him as I sucked in a breath, but he just pressed his lips to my neck, making me close my eyes tightly as he started suckling the skin.
Heat swarmed me, and I buried my face in his neck, unable to move for some reason.
But he just pulled back, breath heating my skin. "More?"
I nodded shyly.
He smiled against me. "I'll give you more if you tell me why you lied to me yesterday."
I groaned in annoyance then, burying myself in his hold.
Ugh... Sebastian. Always had a motive.
He brushed his lips behind my ear, whispering, "Tell me."
My body heated in anger.
I just shoved him away, making him gasp, but I shot off the bed and stormed over to the door.
I heard him sit up on the bed and slide off, clearly about to follow me.
I just shoved open the door and stopped, clenching my jaw as irritation swarmed me, and I spun around, locking eyes with him.
"Who is he?" I demanded.
Sebastian glanced up after brushing off his pants, now standing. "What?"
"The man who looks like you," I said, eyes glowing with anger, "North. Who is he?"
Sebastian sighed, shaking his head. "You can't know."
"That's bullshit and you know it," I hissed. "Is he a shapeshifter?" My eyes darkened. "Or is he you?"
He gave me a look. "Skye."
"I don't know you!" I yelled to him, though he just stood fully, brows arched. "Why did you take me?! Who IS he?!"
Sebastian sighed, shaking his head. "He's dangerous."
"Oh, wow!" I yelled sarcastically. "The most vague answer in the history of answers! Thank you!"
"Skye," he said, eyes darkening, "you're being very unreasonable."
I shot him a look then, hitting the peak of my rage. "Me? ME? What the hell are you TALKING about?! There's nothing wrong with wanting to know who wants to KILL me! What if it's you? You keep dodging my questions for NO APARENT reason! What is WRONG with this situation? Well, it definitely isn't because I'M being unreasonable!"
He sighed then, standing fully. "Skye, you can't know... It will break the spell—"
"I call bullshit!" I told him, narrowing my eyes. "If you cast some witchy spell on my mind, I'd feel it! I don't feel anything, Sebastian! And he is definitely capable of entering my mind again, because he can read it!" I pointed an accusing finger at him. "You keep lying to me! Why? I can't tell if you're protecting me or yourself! Why won't you tell me who he is, Sebastian? It isn't that hard! In fact, it's very easy! Tell me! Now or I'm leaving!"
He watched me for a moment. "You're not leaving."
"Why?" I said, glaring. "I'm not your toy, Sebastian. I came with you willingly! I will leave if I have to!"
His eyes flashed red, but I refused to be fazed. "You're NOT leaving."
I glared. "Then tell me who he is."
"I CAN'T," he growled.
"Why?" I demanded.
"Because I can't," he replied.
I crossed my arms over my chest. "Because it would hurt your pride?"
He arched a brow in response.
"WHY?" I demanded again.
"Because you can't know," he said, eyes narrowing, "not yet."
I laughed then. "I'm already in danger! So otherwise, there's no apparent reason, Sebastian!"
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're very persistent."
"Because you're lying to me," I told him, glaring. "And I don't like being lied to."
He gazed up then, pushing his hands in his pockets. "You really want to know?"
I nodded.
He sighed then, tipping his head back. "Fine."
I crossed my arms over my chest, beckoning for him to continue.
He just gave me a look, growling under his breath like some animal, though he just stepped past me, making me gaze after him.
"Follow me," he said numbly.
I dropped my arms, doing as he said and following him seconds later.
Minutes later, we entered the training room on the bottom floor—not the basement for some reason—and Sebastian walked in, glancing back as I entered, and he sighed and stepped over to the door, closing it.
He gave me an angry look before stepping past me.
Did I care that I pissed him off? No. Was I sick of those looks he was giving me? Yes.
He was testing my patience, I could tell.
He just sighed again, clearly annoyed as he stopped next to a wall, eyes darkening as he leaned against it, facing me.
"You can stand," he said, tone clipped, "or sit, I don't care. Just know you'll be standing for a while."
I nodded, beckoning for him to continue.
He set his head against the wall. "That man that looks like me? His name is North, as you know."
I nodded.
"North is what us angels call a daem," Sebastian told me. "He's a fallen or angel in some cases that are born psychopaths." His eyes locked on mine. "I lied to you earlier, Skye. I am a fallen angel and... mainly only a fallen angel. I am not a vampire, I don't drink blood, I'm not that cool. All that? That's North."
"Why did you lie to me?" I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest.
He smiled then, though he looked pissed still. "I wanted to test you. Would you still have your trust in me if you thought I was a monster?"
"I never said I trusted you," I hissed.
His lashes lowered. "You never said it, but you showed it."
I gritted my teeth, but he only continued, "I am a fallen angel," Sebastian explained, "due to my runes all over my shoulders. As I said before, archangels and angels in general, they have runes on their shoulders as well, but they glow red, when you fall, they turn black.
"Runes give us no... magical powers," he continued, "they just mark us as angel or fallen. It's a marking thing. But with daem, they cannot deal with runes."
My brows drew together.
"Remember how I said I was more like a demon?" he said to me.
I nodded, lips parted.
"I lied about that, too," he said, making me roll my eyes. "I was talking about North."
"Daem are born," Sebastian explained to me, making me glance back up, "they are born in normal families, but are just naturally demons. They are born psychopaths; no emotions, insane, cruel, heartless. No matter what love you give them, they will always be corrupt."
I listened more carefully now.
"There's more, though," he said to me. "Daem aren't normal creatures either. They are naturally made for hell—they're supposed to be born there; the devil's children—but the devil decided it would be a great idea to curse some of the angel's children to become daem because he hated them."
I tipped my head to the side.
"Daem are cursed," he continued to explain, eyes darkening, "if you put a single rune on them, it's like spraying acid on their skin. It's poison to them because they are actually demons."
"Why did Lucifer do that?" I asked him.
Sebastian sighed, shaking his head. "Let me just say, Angels are assholes. Archangels are like a government—a corrupt government. They control you, give you rules, demand you to do things. But they are not the kindest people in the universe. No one is." Sebastian shifted then. "Lucifer fell a long time ago, and he and the leader at the time made a deal that he would lead hell, and he did. Years later, when a new leader took place, he started sending all fallen angels to hell when they're supposed to be on Earth, and Lucifer got pissed and kept sending them back up. The angel leader kept sending innocent angels—angels that didn't want to be archangels—to hell and demanding that Lucifer would torture them. He got so fed up with it that he cursed the heavens. He made it so at least a thousand daem were born each year; a similar number of angels who fell each year.
"What he didn't know," he continued, "was that Angels would force them to fall as well. So now there's a million psychopaths roaming the Earth and fallen and daem are constantly in war with each other." He sighed then. "Fallen started placing runes all over the walls of their houses to protect themselves and loved ones because daem cannot enter when there's runes on the houses, they will burn alive until they leave, or die. We also developed swords and daggers from the heavens—ones that can kill anyone—but the daem found them, as well, so now we use them to fight each other, kill them before they kill us."
I watched, processing all this information.
"North," Sebastian said, eyes darkening, "he's a daem. He's a demon, basically, a psychopath. And if you've taken psychology," he said, brows arching, "psychopaths don't understand and don't have emotion, but they do know how to act like they have emotion. So North loves the fact of pretending to be me and fooling you. In reality, he wants to kill you, Skye."
"Why?" I asked him.
He sighed, closing his eyes tightly as if he didn't want me to know this. "You're mother... your birth mother... she's the leader of the archangels right now."
"The one that went insane?" I said, brows drawn together. "That mother?"
He nodded, locking eyes with me. "Remember how I said she cares about nothing other than you?"
I nodded; lips parted in worry.
"North knows that, too," Sebastian explained, shaking his head, "he knows if you die, it will hurt your mother, so he wants to hurt her deeply. That's his plan."
"Why does he want to hurt her...?" I asked him carefully.
He gave me a look. "Who do you think forced us to fall? He's pissed about that. Falling from the sky is the most horrible, painful, horrifying experience. Especially when you hit the ground. It's painful."
I stared back down, brows drawn together in worry. "Is he a shapeshifter?"
Sebastian shook his head.
I gazed up then. "Then why does he look like you?"
He raked his fingers through his hair. "Because... Because...."
I nodded, waiting for an answer.
He sighed then, dropping his hands. "North is my brother." He locked eyes with me. "My twin brother."55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfe2BixaDGd
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A/N:
What do you think of North now, huh? Also thoughts?
