Wings of Darkness

Ch - 11 |Freya|

He is dark, dangerous,

Evil and wrong,

I should detest him,

But my love remains strong.

FREYA

Alexander had killed before. Bad people. But he had killed before. Two more will not matter. Does it? He killed two innocent boys. Maybe they were not so innocent. He killed them just for the fun of it. I was feeling devastated. Destruction was one thing, enjoying it was evil. And I had firsthand experience of being tortured in hell, their techniques are painful. I had no idea how I was feeling.

Because if someone told me they killed two people, murdered them I would have hated them, yelled at them, detested them but I couldn’t bring myself to do any of these things to him. He was testing my extreme of loving him. And even when he confessed being a murderer and he was a demon now, I still wasn’t on edge. Even after what he did, I loved him and cared for him.

My feelings for him were too strong and too permanent. Is too much obsession healthy?

“Will you hate me if I told you I spent night with a random girl from the bar?” He asked when I remained silent after his major confession.

His hand was still on my cheek which might have turned too hot under his touch.

I stared at him with my mouth hung open. Why was he telling me all this? Was this a plan to torture me? He was a demon, it was not like I expected him to be angel and neither did I asked for his daily schedule. Like every other girl is hurt to know he was with some other random girl last night.

This time I jerked away from him dragging his hand away from my face.

“Why are you telling me this?” I said through gritted teeth.

Suddenly breathing got heavier as if it was painful. Tear was stinging my eyes but I tried to blink them away frantically. I will not cry in front of him.

“Do whatever you want nothing you do will ever stop the way I feel. Well you are successful in making me angry and hurt but this is as far as it goes. Your tricks won’t stop me from loving you.” I screamed out most of the words now the tears clear in my eyes.

He was surprised by what I had no idea but there was a familiar hurt and sadness in his eyes. Guilt flashed in his eyes but then he was demon Alexander again. He smirked evilly.

“So now you hate me, don’t you?” He confirmed something I can’t confirm for him.

“I can’t do that no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard even I try.” I sighed at the weird answer.

It was true, even at his worse I can’t hate him. I never thought I could love someone so deeply and unconventionally.

“You can’t love me, you have to hate me.” Alexander said in an almost desperate tone.

“I can do whatever I want!” I roared back at him.

First he gets evil and now he tells me what I should feel. I was getting angrier.

He fingers combed through his beautifully messy hair slightly distracting me. He was frustrated his jaw clenched tightly. Sometimes he gave a hint of old Alexander but it didn’t even bother me, I loved him as angel and as demon. This is what we call madly in love.

“Go away Xander.” I said feeling defeated against him, against my feelings.

He stood frozen just staring at me deeply with a certain level of interest and confusion. He didn’t understand why I loved him.

“You want me to leave for forever?” He asked with slight hope, slight miserable tone.

His actions exasperated me, put me in tangle I couldn’t untangle alone.

“Leave for now. I don’t want to talk.” I said it more like a whisper to myself, afraid that he might leave for good.

I waited for him to leave, to stay, I don’t know.

He stepped forward, his fingers clutched in a fist. Suddenly black wings sprouted from his back.

“I am demon, a Prince of Hell. I am a killer Freya.” He said it like a threat.

I was in half coma like state to register the threat and remained passive. He looked beautiful, handsome and regal. The wings brought out the best in him, be it white wings or black, He was stunning with them. And then his sexy voice said my name like velvet.

“All of these things I know.” I replied flatly at his attempt to make me hate him.

Why was he trying so hard, if he hated me why not just leave?

He sighed sharply now.

“You have a death wish.” He said.

“Fulfil it then and get rid of me.”

He glared at me for saying this. My heart got a signal for being happy.

“I could kill others before I kill you. Just to see you in pain as you are inflicting on me.” He said dangerously, his black eyes filled with malice.

Yes, he was from Hell for sure. Threatening to harm your loved ones that was old trick now.

But did he mean it? He did kill two people because he was in mood for it.

I decided to play his bluff.

“Try it; try everything that comes to your mind. I’ll still be here.” I said with confidence and turned to leave trying to make a graceful effective exit.

I didn’t look back to see his reaction or to see where he will go. If I had to go from being gentle and shy to rough and angry to be at his level, that I would do that.

Things love could make you do.