An angel.
God, he was so perfect.
So divine.
It was at that moment, I realized, he was not a demon.
He was a soul, capable of terrible things, but...he was also a soul capable of wonderful things.
“You’re so pretty when you come undone,” he said against my lips, oblivious to his glow.
“I’ll remember that forever.”
I knew it was a lie, but damn it, I believed it anyway.
Endor pulled me down into the bed, and neither of us made any move to disconnect.Exhaustion hit me like a heavy brick, and I felt him soften inside me.
He pulled me close, his lips in my hair as he whispered.“Rest, Angel.”
And I did not have the wherewithal to fight him, spent from the trauma of assisting Mercy and Miles into their bodies, and Endor’s sacrifice as well as his shattering love.
And for the first time in my life, and in my death, I felt at peace.
* * *
When dawn beckoned,I felt the call within my soul.
It was time.
I awakened to find Endor dressed in a suit.
There was a red dress hanging over the chair in the corner.
He stared out the window, his wings sheathed.The green glow was long gone, but I knew it was not something that could be diminished.
I rose from our bed, not caring about the fact I was naked, or the fact that I could feel the remnants of our exquisite coupling dried against my thighs.
A part of me wanted to panic, out of habit.
But I shoved the thought aside as I made my way over to the chair.The dress was beautiful, crimson and shiny.
Red is the color of the devil,my mother would say.
I never told her it was also the color of good fortune.A symbol of love.
I slipped into the dress, angling my hand to try and zip the dress myself, but I came up short.
“Can you help me?”I asked, but the words felt heavy.
He turned to face me, his amber eyes rimmed in gold.They were the brightest I’d ever seen them.
“Of course,” he said as he slowly walked over to me.
I gave him my back and he zipped me up.Slowly.
Taking his time.
I knew he wanted to savor the final sands of our hourglass, just as I did.
