My Love, St. Michael

 

Chapter 6

"Why. Must. I. Keep. Going. Through. Bullshit!"

One after another they fell, gashes that took control of their bodies causing them to bleed to death. She took her anger, her sorrow, and everything she could possible feel on these lowly savage demons. It seemed like they were never ending, attacking her over and over. She used her own hands to destroy these things. The only weapon she had was a sharp dagger at her hip that she refused to remove.

Breaking their necks, arms, and ribs anything that was breakable she did. Clawing their eyes out and feeling the softness of their insides. Blood was everywhere and it covered her. Clumps in her once shiny and flawless silver-blue tinted hair, now held bloody shine. The red fuild covered her body and clothes. There were only three left now. They had dry- scaly skin, abnormal facial features with previous cuts and bruises, only stood three feet tall; these were truly ugly creatures, these things were nothing more than disposable demons. Words her grandfather once said to her. They were too scared and decided to retreat. Giving a deadly smirk, she ran to them and finally dagger in hand slashed one of their throats. Kicking the other in the chest so hard her heel went into him and piercing its ribcage and lung. Forcing her boot from its body and turning her attention to the remaining last one, the woman simply threw her weapon accurately; hitting the crusted yellow eyeball. It screamed in agony and held its overly long nailed hands to its face.

She used her powers cleverly and gave the creature a very pain full death by telekinetic twisted its heart and brain. It screams were louder and gave her an unfulfillable pleasure. Blood streamed out of its eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. It would have been in more pain if she hadn't felt an arm grab her waist and threw her to the ground. The ugly creature died and collapsed to the ground at the same time she did. She didn't have to look to see who it was. The foot of the person held her in place very well.

"Grandpa, get the fuck off me now!" She yelled in frustration.

"Kiram, for the past two months you have done nothing but kill, when is this going to stop?"

She huffed. "You of all people want me to stop…"

"Your rampage is pointless." He told her in a calm voice.

Lucifer helped his granddaughter to her feet. This scene wasn't something he was use to seeing on her. Her blood soaked purple tank top and short brown shorts. It made marble-like streaks down her legs, her ankle boots were wet as well, but they were black and hardly noticeable to the eyes, but the nose was another thing. She reeked of it, and he could not stand it any longer. This was not the girl he helped raise, she wasn't herself anymore.

"You stink..."

"Blood will do that, grandpa."

Lucifer looked at her even more closely, his hand reached to her abdomen. "What is this?"

"Nothing!" She pushed his hand away, "I didn't know I had to keep a flat stomach, I just...been..."

"Getting fat."

Kir glared at him, turned around and walked with out him. Lucifer grabbed her hand so she wouldn't walk so fast. They walked together through the demonic woods in Hell. It maybe a surprise but to demons this was their home. It was pretty similar to the human world except occupied by full demons and half breeds. Of course when a human died and came here they would go on the other side of the peaceful home and lived a life a torture and despair. They sky was cloudy but still held a glint of sun. The air was full of pine smells and wood. The animals that lived her may have been misshaped and disfigure in a way but they were still animals. The plants were a darken green, almost black color. The flowers-if there were any-were all wilted and limp. The two of them kept silent, listening to the random noises of the forest.

A lot as happen since she walked out of Heaven, it was enough to make her closed down once again. But she also realized who and what was important to her, though it is too late now, but she still had some hope. Kiram also found out how someone who could be so nice and loving to her became someone she now hated. In five months, perhaps maybe too much as happen. She hasn't talk or seen her father, after what he saw she was too ashamed to even look at him. Lucifer knew what happen but he was not there, he did not understand what Kiram was going through but tried to help her.

Eventually they reached a large clear lake, the water glistened so perfectly in the sky; its actually a very beautiful spot. Not everything in the demon world was ugly or harsh as much humans think. He turned around and instructed her to get in. Kicking off her shoes and throwing off her shirt and shorts she got in very quickly before Lucifer could even see her. Kiram dove under the water and returned to the surface, the red liquid now ran down her and into the lake. The water level was up to her shoulders, the girl swam around the lake before relaxing at the edge. Lucifer peek first before turning around and sat down near her, she looked up and then back at his reflection in the surface.

"I messed up big time, huh?"

"I wouldn't say that…"

She noticed her grandpa wearing casual clothing, something he didn't do too often. A gray dress shirt with a darker gray vest that had three bronze buttons, all neatly on him black pants, casual looking shoes. She wondered what he was up to.

"What would you say?"

His white eyes kept on the tiny waterfall between the rocks on the side of the cliff; it was small but still there. "Why are you asking me these things…do you regret what happen?" He said and looked at her.

"Sometimes..." She answered.

"Damien and you, things will get better with that. I don't see why you just talk to him; you'd think he will be a tad bit more acceptable."

"Grandpa, I'm his 'daughter', you're not suppose to know some things or even witness it. And that's like the second time its happened."

The devil let out a rather heavy sigh, leaning his body over to the left away from her. "I know it is, its hard to forget the first time," Lucifer looked at her back the scars were still there. Almost as if it happened yesterday. Closing his eyes Lucifer, tried to forget about it. If there was one thing he regretted it was not stopping his son before this happened. Absently, his fingers touched her back.

She flinched only bit. Kir had these for almost three years, they were healing but it was taking its sweet old time. Secretly she smiled, on earth he was evil and ruthless, father of lies as they called him. But she knew better, her grandfather loved her and wouldn't let a thing happen on his watch-at least he tried to make sure-. Alone he smiled, laughed, even played games with her. But it all changes whenever a minion would come to him or his presence was among humans. Kiram was sure he loved Damien, but would rather be locked away in cage before letting his own son know that.

"It doesn't hurt..."

Lucifer kept silent.

"...grandpa?"

The silence between made it a little bit awkward and tense, she could feel it. The scars were long and there were only three straight lines, that curved slightly from her right shoulder blade near her left mid-waist. Lucifer kept touching her back with his left hand, his fingers tracing it.

"Grandpa?" Kiram said, turning around to face him.

Lazily, his head turned, "What?"

"Why are you dressed like that?" She need to switch subjects, she didn't like to think about that scar.

"Is there a problem?"

"Yeah, usually you're…I don't know, not dressed like that. Do you have a date?" She said.

"Don't be foolish."

Sneering she held her wet naked body close to him. "Sooo, then maybe-"

He grabbed her arms and held her away from him. "It is none of you business!" The devil yelled at her.

Childishly, she put her lips together, making a rather odd kissing face, her arms flailing towards him. He didn't want to see her naked but at the same time; he was not prepared to be soaked. Fighting it Kiram finally forced herself out of the water and pinned her grandfather down. Lucifer placed his hands on her chest and lifted her up in the air. It became a difficult task, because she was much heavier than he realized. Kiram looked down at her grandfather, "You're grabbing my boobs." She said calmly.

"W-what?" Quickly Lucifer removed his hands; she fell right on top of him, wet and all.

Kiram rolled off her grandfather, holding her stomach. Lucifer, soaking wet, sat up. "Kiram, what is it?"

"Its...nothing," She winced, "probably just a little hungry..." Kir looked at her grandfather, and laughed "your all-ow-wet."

"Maybe you need to go lay down, Kiram." Lucifer in structed as he helped her up, Lucifer took his half wet jacket and wrapped it around Kiram. Lucifer then place Kiram on his back and carrie her home, not wanting her to walk anymore.

Kiram laughed about it all evening, ruining her grandfathers' outfit and making him to change into another was quite amusing. She didn't know what he wore after that, but the event brighten her day; if only for a moment. She walked down the hall in her dark velvet green dress, it dragged on the floor maybe an inch or two behind her, off the shoulders. It was very elegant, having black embroidery and some diamonds that decorated it. She had loosed spiral silver hair dangling from her head, pinned in a bun. The smiled vanished when she saw her father. They were walking down the long lit hall way. It had cream colored walls, with wall lights spaced between them by five feet, gold moldings on the base of the wall and near the ceiling, the floor had a black carpet to muffle her heels when she walked. He was talking to some demon servant about a few plans. She couldn't really hear them, or rather she chooses not to. Damien looked up from the piles of paper in his arms right into her eyes. Neither of them stopping or even saying anything, but an unknown expressed filled his face before he looked away. Whenever Damien was unsure of how he felt, he often spoke in the Demonic language. It didn't matter she understood it, but the fact that it had not blown away was another matter. She stopped for sometime in the hallway, now alone. The last time he did this; she and Stan were together, which was not surprising. But this time her father came in during the act.

Stan had encouraged the idea, over and over she denied it but after thinking it over they were alone and Kiram did not think of the harm it would do. Seeing as if no one would have ever known; clearly that was a mistake on her behalf. Picking up her foot she walked to her room, it was quite a distance; she was on the third floor but her room's on the fourth. Maids walked past her and greeted with a head bowed, she only smiled. Here she was treated like royalty, nobody disrespected her; this was only because of Lucifer she had such a high status.

They lived in a rather large castle, it looked old and med-evil-ish on the outside, but it was pretty modern and even futuristic in the inside. The lights were lighted simply by energy, something the humans did not have, they need things like light bulbs but those only lasted so long. Technology here was way ahead as well. Not needing actually monitors, the screens came in front of them and they were able to do things like organize files and information with the touch of their hands. Of course, the demons could bring this to earth, it wouldn't matter everything was in their language and humans could never figure it out, even if it took a hundred years.

Even the people, were sophisticated, or course that was around the palace. Outside of it was another story, like around the towns and cities, but outside in the outskirts those who did not see eye-to-eye with Lucifer, left living in the woods becoming odd creatures. Transforming themselves in to something like a demon but also different. There were also Hells' version of house pets, like cats, dogs, birds, etc.

In a lot of ways, the world was pretty opposite to the Angelic World; of course there everyone lived in peace and helped one another. This is of course Kiram's perspective of things, she didn't go out into the city anymore, the last time she did it was nothing but trouble. It was in her best interest to stay within her grandfathers' home when ever she visit him. Reaching her room, she opened the light wooden door, and closed it behind her. This room was nothing like her other one. It was much, much bigger. It had a lilac coloring to the walls, a large balcony door with sheer white curtains to the left of her, the floor was an oak color; a decorative circle rug was on it. The rug was a solid black color the edges had two sliver rings, the middle was a circle and symbols written in between the two circles; it had a upside down triangle in the middle of it inside that was a small line of symbols as well, it was a common seal but also complicated.

On the wall across from her was the vanity mirror large, she could see her own reflection simply by looking at it. The wood was a dark cherry color, with her trinkets and items set on it, the chair that matched it was neatly under it for easy access. Four small drawers on the right side, filled with things only she knew of. Her bed was against the wall; it was a king size bed decorated with white silk sheets, and a mixture of lavender and white pillows. A sheer drape hung on each side of the bed almost princess like, a nightstand was on each side of her bed filled with a few items; each stand had a small lamp made of gold. There was a door that led to her own bathroom, which she begged for when she was younger, saying if humans were smart enough to do so why couldn't she? Slipping off her shoes; kicking them out of her way, the young one threw herself so effortlessly on the bed, stomach first. Looking over at the stand next to her bed was the same heart shaped picture frame, a glowing smile came to her. Removing the pins from her head, her curls fell hitting her back when she sat up. Scooting over she grabbed the small thing and ran her right hand over it. The image made her feel happy; silently she gazed to the right. The azure stone sat on her desk reflecting in the mirror.

Kiram felt kind of bad that such a beautiful object was not around her neck. She hadn't worn it since the day she got it from him. Right now, she just couldn't bring herself to do so, placing the frame down; laying her head on the pillows she closed her eyes and once again slept the pain she held in her away. Knowing full well it would accomplish nothing, but to her it did so much.

Seconds later there was a knock at the door, Kiram moaned and groaned.

"Y…yes?"

"Princess, Shouldn't we fit you for your dress; your celebration is in a few weeks after all."

Turning her head towards the door, huffing a large breathe of air. Her long hair blocked her view though it didn't matter. "I will be there in a few minutes."

"But-but Prin-"

"I said I will be there!" Kiram yelled.

After a few moments of quiet she heard the maid cough, "Yes, Princess."

Kiram flipped over on her back and then sat straight up, heading to the balcony doors. "Pfft, as if I am really going to get fitted from some outfit." That was when she caught herself in the mirror; looking at herself form the side. Lately she had been gaining weight, but with no reason as to why. The dress she wore was tight around her chest and stomach. Touching herself, running her hands over the small 'bump' of her stomach. "I haven't been eating lately why am I gaining weight?" She asked herself.

Kiram had been absent minded lately, but still she wanted tomorrow to hurry up, she was going to see Stan again, secretly though.  Then after that it would be a pleasent three weeks till her 20th birthday. And things couldn't have gone any better.

 

0-*-*-*-*-*-*-0

 

"Kirrr, where are you going, its your birthday party!" Em shouted, she had her hands around Rubi, who recently cut her hair in a pixie style.

"I...I just want to get some air, Emma. I'll be back" Kiram told her, forcing a smile.

The young girl had left the room minutes ago, feeling suffocated by everyone. The party was fine and she was surprise to see the archangels here, perhaps her grandfather forced them to come here? After all it was like everyone was going to be seeing each more now. She was even more shock seeing Michael, Kir didn't think he would come here. But they were back together, she was just glad that her dad's friend wasn't there.

Going around the corner, hiding herself, she hunched over in pain, holding her hand on the cold stone wall; the pain in her stomach was starting to become more than she could bear. It had started a few days ago but she thought nothing of it then, now she wished she had. She bit her tongue to keep the noises quiet and to herself, the music inside was loud but the people inside could probably hear her. Weakly and excruciatingly she walked further away from the party. She stopped for a second.

"Kiram are you coming back in?" Damien asked.

Why now of all times, she questioned to herself. "Yea-Yeah, in a minute I just need some air." She said wincing at the last part of her sentence.

"Uhhuh…"Without another word he went back inside; leaving his daughter out there not knowing what she was going through.

Shit! Kiram fell half way to the ground before catching herself. Slowly she felt something warm sliding down her legs. On her left leg it stopped right at her knee before hitting the pavement, on the other it went completely down to her ankle. She glanced down, it stained her dark red dress, far away it may have looked like she pissed herself, but coming closer the mark was too dark and reeked of a different odor. The woman lifted her dress just a few inches; the liquid was blood. It was picking up its pace steadily. Am I on my period? She thought to herself. It had been a while since she last had it, but she would've known about it ahead of time. Hitting the ground hard, she slumped over, the liquid was making a rather small puddle and showing it through her dress. Slowly she started to feel as if she was suffocating, clenching her strapless dress by her breasts tightly. Kiram struggled with her body; but it failed to respond to her. Not knowing what was happening scared her, again she had been afraid.

S-s-s-some…one… Kiram spoke that word not knowing if she had thought it or even spoke it.

He walked back over to the small group of men; they were chatting and held glassed in their hands, all except one. He looked at him as he walked; placing a hand on his shoulder patting it in the process.

"Is she coming?" Michael asked.

"Eventually." Damien answered him.

Raising an eyebrow, the angel sighed. "That's not a good enough answer."

He laughed and raised his hand in the air, waving it at him. "Michael, you need to relax it's not like she's dying or anything." Damien spotted a lone female and rushed over to her, quickly putting on his charms. It was easy to tell he won the woman over, the way she smiled and gave him a girlish giggle.

Shaking his head he continued the conversation with his brothers.

She had pushed herself to drag her body more and more away, she was next to a bench lying against it, and she didn't know what to do next. Oddly, she thought this would pass or maybe an awful version of food poisoning, but the girl knew better than to think such non-sense. Her chest pain became worst and her stomach was anything but. Kiram closed her weary eyes and hope to awake in a few seconds.

It had been over ten minutes; Michael could not wait any more and went to go see what she could be up to. Outside he didn't see her, looking around only briefly. Nothing, scratching his head the man turned around; at the corner of his eye he saw a thin line on the sand-painted pavement. Though it was dark out he recognized it instantly. Following the suspicious line, turning the corner he saw a figure lying on the ground, motionless. Michael rushed over touching her body. It was extremely hot to the touch, he shook her, "Kiram! Wake up!" Michael panicked. Weakly Kir look up, smiling after seeing his face. Kir opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out of her mouth, overworking her self, her body gave out.

It was black and dark in her mind. Kiram didn't know what else to do except reflect on the past events that had happen before her agonizing occurrence. Slipping back to weeks before all this. Before this pain, recalling that night with Michael.

 

0-*-*-*-*-*-*-0

Seven Months Earlier- Kiram

A face with a smile; but pain was the expression this archangel wore.

Michael followed Him down to the lower level, everyone was watching in disbelief, wondering what had happen. Both of them said not a word to anyone, Kiram finally got the strength to move, since it was her own fears and thoughts that held her in place. Honestly she did not understand why she was feeling that in the first place. In front of her were the two women that had come to her aid. As if they didn't exist she pushed passed them and quickly followed.

Not knowing her next move she stepped in front of them. He gave her an annoyed and perhaps disappointing look. "Move." He said in a spine chilling voice. The woman stood her ground bravely. She didn't say a word, the fact she even came said everything.

Seconds of silence and she finally broke it. "What you're doing is stupid." She told Him bluntly.

"Stupid?"

"You can't punish someone for –"

"For what? As I recall, what you two did last night, was completely unacceptable. And both of you knew that! Especially Michael!"

Those words made the Chief of Archangels shudder in shame. Kiram glanced at Michael then back at God.

"So what? There was-actually is-nothing wrong with it. It was between us, it is not my fault you have to been in everyone's business!"

"What happens here is of my concern, I gave you a chance to stay here, and I have even turned the other way a few times on your account. I would think you would at least show a little of the same kindness I did you."

Angrily, she placed her hands on her hips, almost giving Him a sneered looked. "Oh I am so grateful for that," speaking sarcastically, "You're not my father, I don't have to listen or do what you say. It's not as if I am actually harming anyone…of course from the welcome I received here, you think I was!"

God took steps closer to her, anger filled His eyes. "You will not go un-punished either." He said.

She pushed Him back from her. "You don't have to 'punish' anyone, you narcissistic asshole. Neither of us are even children, all of this bullshit is pointless!" Kiram turned on her heel and started to walk away. She had enough of this and arguing was not going to make things better or worst. "Know if you depart, you will not be welcome here, you can consider this arrangement terminated." God said. It was enough to make her stop, she could stay and see what happens or leave knowing she and Michael would no longer be together.

Slowly she had turned around, her eyes only fell on Michael, he had stood quietly by, but his hands clenched themselves. She wanted to go over and punch him for not standing by her, standing up for her- even for the sake of their relationship; but she could understand his was loyal to Him; as she was to her father and grandfather. Kiram also believe that no one should be hurt because the deed with them was one of passion and beauty. A romantic moment. This lady was not going to stand down, even if it meant the one person she actually fell for would never be hers. She turned her head back around and continues to walk away from this, from them. Michael was taken aback by her actions; but if he learned anything about her in the past few months it was because she was doing it for a good reason, or maybe to spare him.

The whole thing seemed to deteriorate after that, a month had passed; she didn't go back to her grandfathers' home, just her fathers. Damien did not understand what was going on, but whatever it was she came back utterly different than before. One day he became decisive; attempting to ease up her attitude. Damien took his daughter out to dinner. Everything went fine until the end of the meal, as to where she politely straightens her gown, before effortlessly tossing the table over and punching their waiter in the stomach. The girl strolled out as if nothing had happen. Damien was not stunned by this and causally spoke to the struggling man, that in her defense she did want the table facing the ocean.

In time he saw less and less of her, Kiram had become so busy in the last three weeks with trying to forget things and going on with her life she did not pay attention to her father. He imagined it was as usual girl problems, but that was far from it. As days merged into weeks, and those weeks into months it was the middle of fall and eventually winter had came, fortunately the city they reside in only show small signs of the weather change, such as the coldest it ever got was around 70 degrees.

She walked down the halls, dodging people here and there. She held a clipboard with important forms, a few loose papers, and four—maybe five—folders. Rushing to get to his office, she knocked down a couple of people, apologizing for it quickly. Her sneakers squeaked at her quickening pace against the blue and white tile flooring.

Turning left, passing the main desk in the center of the hall, making a quick right, it was just down the hallway and to left. Having trouble opening the door, she looked around making sure no one paid attention, her hand only barely touching the handle. Like magic, it moved and the door opened. Coming in she closed it with a swift kick of her foot. Her eyes glanced around the modernly decorated office she had come to get use to over the last few weeks.

Hand on his chin, glaring at the monitor, not once did he look away from his work. A low growl escaped from him. "You're late." Was his only words, she placed the pile on his desk and took a seat from its original position; placing it next to him. The woman in her pink and yellow scrubs heavily put her elbows on the desk and rested her chin in her open palms.

"Those people have been hazing me again. You know, just one little bullet and I wouldn't have to go through this." She explained.

"For the last time, you are not going to kill anyone."

Her mouth opened but before she could speak, Stan cut her off. "Or hire someone, or even place explosives in their cars, homes, office, favorite place they eat or anything else you can think of."

Her eyes looked over at his screen. "I thought you were finish with that?"

Finally he turned around and stared at her. "Shouldn't you be under someone else right now?"

"And why should I? I already know this shit." Sitting up and laying her torso on his desk, covering the papers and other work under her. "Besides, Stan you are always in here don't you have patients?"

The man laughed it off, tugging on her clothing. "That's Dr. Lewes, thank you, and I am running this place for the next ten months, I have the right to do what I want." He leaned over to her and kissed her cheek. "And if you know this, why not go into law enforcement like you mention before?"

"Mmmm, maybe I will."

She gave a sly smile, they had decided to get back together a few weeks ago, it was hard on her at first but eventually it was as if they had never broken up. Before then, Stan had helped get her a job at the hospital he worked at. It was mainly humans working here, but a few non-humans were here as well. Ever since she came most of the staff have been giving her a hard time. She was young, pretty and hung close to the chief of medicine. Clearly in their eyes, she had to sleep with him in order to work here. This was far from the truth. Stan knew the board members and others would try to find information on her, he threw together her file and resume and background. On it, it claimed she had the full eight years of schooling in a very high class medical school, he knew a few people there so falsifying a few documents was nothing. It also did not state she was only nineteen either, on it her age was twenty-three, turning twenty-four in May. At which her birthday was in May, just changing the years.

Around here, she wore her long hair in a braid, which wrap in a bun, her bangs clipped back with a few plain gray clips. Her hair was a mixture of brown and black, a few blonde highlights in there as well. It was a different look for her, but made her almost human. Maybe if it weren't for her strikingly, demonizing azure eyes she could have fooled anyone.

Stan was going in for a full on kiss, when a knock came on his door, without him even telling them to come in the door open. Both of them sat back down in their seats. It was a young woman, older than Kiram though. She had a set a blue eyes and a dark shade of red hair. She was a catch that was for sure. But she like many of the women here, dislikes Kiram. Stan was oblivious to it, but she did have a rather large crush on him.

Giving the tanned girl a stink look, she walked over to the desk, not closing the door. Flaunting off her dark blue low-cut summer dress, that showed off her long legs. As usual her white lab coat was over it; still she was trying to show off.

Kiram had her reasons for hating this human, on earth yes, humans know of demons and like the majority of thing humans wanting to have sex with a demon became a fetish with the humans. Stan knew this as well and didn't bother to mess with human women as much. Sadly there are some demons who go after these humans. And it either ends with the demons killing the humans or the humans killing the demons. Regardless there is a word for humans wanting to mingle with demons, Daephilia and those wanting humans, Humaphilia.

"And what do we own to this, Olivia?" He jested.

Her make-up face looked at him giving a flirtatious laugh. "I am just here, to give you these." She hand him a few papers. "I believe someone may have, um, dropped them"

Taking them from her, Kiram rolled her eyes and looked away. The woman also rested her hands on his desk, giving him a full view of her cleavage. "Do you have any plans tonight?" She asked.

Of course, he looked at what she was offering. Stan smiled sweetly at her; he could feel Kiram was annoyed by her presence in the room. "Well, as usual I do not, but weather I did or didn't it wouldn't involve you or your D-cup breasts that you're trying to show off there, doctor." He told her.

Without another word, the woman left his office, slamming the door behind her. Stan slipped her in his lap and gave an innocent smile. Kiram only responded by pushing his face away and standing up, walking to the window that nearly covered the wall.

"Oh don't get all sensitive, Kiram."

"Don't bother it was not over that, if these human women weren't so cut-throat I wouldn't mind being here." She huffed.

"But aren't demon women even worse, they would kill just to be with their mate."

He was right, they were far worse than the ones here. She didn't have to defend her life to stay with him. Stan pinned her to the window, breathing down her neck. Cracking a smile, the woman closed her eyes. "Go out there and do some intern work, Kiram." Saying it encouragingly, again he went in to kiss her and Kir was going to but a sudden urge came over her.

She slipped away from him by ducking under his arm, walking backwards towards the door, holding her hand over her mouth, "I swears its not you, its the lunch I had" she spoke all muffled. Kir walk out, leaving Stan in there, she walked down the hall only to be stopped by a conversation in the break room. By the scents, it was Olivia in there and a few other female workers. She stood against the wall, eavesdropping on them.

"What's wrong?" One asked with concern.

"What do you think? She hasn't even been here six months and already she is the 'favorite'." Speaking the last word her voice filled with jealously. "Did you find anything out on her?"

Kiram could hear her placing a light book or something on the table, started to flip through it.

"Everything is solid…"

"Uggh, I bet she slept with him to get this job, that little w-"

Kiram didn't bother to listen any longer. She walked off, stepping in the doorway that was open, the obvious feeling of their eyes on her hit her easily. Standing next to the elevator doors, she pushed the button to go down.

Damn, machines can't go any faster can them? She thought almost impatiently.

At the same time she heaved out air from her lungs, she was met with an un-denied company of another.

"Where do you think you're going?" Olivia questioned.

"I am on my break."

"You work under me, anything you do I am responsible for. Go check on the pat-"

Kiram looked straight at her. "Look, I'm on break, and so are you so unless you are going to direct me to an actual decent coffee house or maybe a café I suggest you save the work bullshit for when I am off break and I actually care about what you think I should do…" The doors open and Kiram walked in turning around to face. "This by the way would never happen, because I honestly believe you suck as a doctor, in fact I can give you a list of things that would suit your purpose better than a doctor, hmmm…" She mocked her by imitating a face she made whenever she had to think, the doors closed shortly afterwards. Behind the closed doors, Kiram felt an almost instant to collapsed, but she quickly regain her mind and shook it off. "That's the second time, I've felt like fainting...Kir, shake it off, shake it off!" She slapped her face, trying to give her the energy she needed.

At the house, Damien started to get ready for the big party coming up in two weeks. A new year, a new life, same old problems though. He just got off the phone with a few people, friends caters, the works; when he heard the door slam shut. It was seven in the evening, he wondered what happen. Leaving his office he went downstairs the television was on so the man walked to the living room. Kir was just sitting there, lying on the couch looking at the screen, flipping the channels.

She did not acknowledge him, just keep staring at the screen. Eventually she changed her hair back to normal before looking up.

"What?" Asking annoyed.

"Nothing, just that I told you about slamming that door, you're lucky it didn't break like the last few times."

"Not now dad, I'm fucking tired, I wanna relax before I get chewed out by you."

She didn't enjoy working like she thought she would; but considering her lifespan she needed to do something in order to pass the time, that and Damien wouldn't get off her back about getting a job so she would stop spending his money. It went on like this for a few days, nothing too drastic to mention, New Year's came and pass it was like a hazy party hardly anyone remembered. Well except the police department, apparently some one called them because people were shooting off fireworks and weapons. Assuming it was a gang near by, aside from the it was a pretty good party. Valentine's Day wasn't all that bad either, it was quite cute. 

Stanley had taken Kir out on one of the most romantic days ever, it started the day before with breakfast in a small town in Southern Italy, then a they took a train ride, starting at Cataina and ending at Messina. Kir was memorized by all the history that was behind the landscape. She didn't know what to say to Stan. The demon then took her out to lunch while they were in Sicily. They had pictures taken of them at villages, with locals, even pictures of them at the Mortelle beach.  Lastly, on the day of Valentine's Day,  they grabbed a quick bite to it then flew to Manchester, enjoying a small dinner by candle light, that was accompanied by music. Shortly after-and after a train ride-they ended the night in Liverpool. Stanley held her hand as they walked through the park. 

"You know, this wasn't necessary, getting away from my dad would have suffice." Kiram told him.

"I know,  but I wanted too. And when was the last time you came to Liverpool?" He asked her.

"Like two years ago? Wait, we're going to see your mother?!"

"What, no, no, no. I would never, she was a pain last time. I just wanted to bring you here because I didn't get the chance last time."

Kiram lean her head on Stan's arm. Smiling, the demon took her to a secluded area, it was already late, but it didn't hurt to find a more private area. Sitting down in the grass, they had the perfect view of the sky, and close to the water. "Do you find it weird the park is named after you?" Kir asked.

"Ha, no, its not named after me. It just happens to have the same name as me."  Stan looked at her, "besides its just a name. Do you know how many people here have the name Stan?"

"No. But, I don't care about the other Stanley's in the world." She giggled, then stop when she notice the man was looking at her. "What?"

"I..." Stan shook his head, running his hand through his dark brown hair to keep it out of his face. " Its nothing."

Kiram blinked, "then why did you turn red?"

"I did not."

Kiram scooted much, much closer to Stan. "Really? Cause I can see in the moonlight, you blush. Did you want to tell me something?" She teased, Kiram pushed herself on him.

"Alright, alright, alright." The british demon, sighed. "I am just really glad, I'm with you again, Kiram and despite everything. I--"

"You what?"

"still like you in a very...romantic way." Stan blinked and looked away from Kir, cause she was laughing.

"Why, don't you say...'Kiram Mary-Elizabeth Sullivan' " She paused.

"What am I saying your full name for, I am not proposing..." Stan glanced at her. Kiram sighed, "Just say it, Stan!"

"Fine, Kiram Mary-Elizabeth Sullivan..."

" 'I' "

"I....."

"love you..." Kiram smiled.

Stan stared at her for a full minute. Blinking excessively. "what..."

"I am waiting, Stan." 

Again more silence, Kiram turned around and huffed. That was when Stanley laid himself against her back, wrapping his arms around her waist. "_{I ...love you, Kiram}." 

She could feel his heart beating against her back, she placed her hands on top of his, "that wasn't so bad now was it?"

Stan grunted, the girl turned around and pushed Stanley on his back, laying on top of him. "You can be such a baby sometimes," she smirked. The demon smiled, his hips thrust upwards, grinding against Kiram's. She bit him and sat on top. "Did you want me to show you how much I appreciate this?"

"Well, actually there's a rock under my ass, but your idea sounds fantastic." 

Both of them laughed before the situation become intimately serious.

 

0-*-*-*-*-*-*-0

"Dude? What's wrong?"

"Its my ex-girlfriends' birthday." Stan said to a couple of guys.

"Shoulda-coulda-woulda, Stan."

The demon look at the shorter man. "What the hell? Where do you get that from?"

"T.V…."

Stan should his head…Humans…I swear…

Stanley was chatting with the few demons and a human in the hallway of the hospital on the first floor; when a bunch of people was suddenly rushed in. Everything that was normal went into a hysterical event. He rushed over wanting to be the first there, though when he finally caught scent of the newly submitted patient, Stan froze for a second before pushing his way through the crowd. He instructed everyone to properly move them to a different bed and start administrating the medicine, then told a few to leave knowing they wouldn't know what to do. Stanley felt the neck for a pulse, her skin was too hot; after hooking up the right monitors they all realized it was much worse than imagine.

Quickly, he instructed them that the patient was going into septic shock and to act quickly. It may have been a bit elementary but little things helped around here, like OVERS; especially made for this situation; Oxygen administration and airway support, Volume resuscitation, early antibiotic administration, Rapid source identification and control, Support of major organ dysfunction. Things like these helped keep someone alive.

It eventually calmed down when they were able to stabilized and get her into operating room. Stan couldn't go in there as there was enough people and he was not a surgeon. Plus, after what was shouted he couldn't bring himself to do so. Instead the demon went over the charts again and again. He could not believe it, this was something he did not see coming. Standing by the wall he glanced over, Stan saw Damien, Lucifer, and Michael, none speaking to one another. Quickly Stan walking to the other hallway to avoid being seen by them. Quielty, he slipped into a supply closet.

The doctor kneel down, his hands covering his face; thinking back.

0-*-*-*-*-*-*-0

Six Months Earlier- Stan

Some days after the party Damien threw, Kir called him over. Now, even though Damien accepted the relationship, he was not prone to letting them be by themselves, regardless of how adult she was. It was completely childish, but at the same time it was fun. At least for them it was. Damien had left a few minutes ago; Stan came in through the back door in the kitchen; that happen to be unlocked at the time. Kiram was putting away a few dishes, after she washed and dried sink was facing him so she smiled when he finally came in. The room was pretty modern, simple cream base paint on the walls, with wood chair-railings, a dark cold stone fireplace in front of the breakfast table that fit up to six people. A few pictures here and there.

The fox demon walked over to her, smiling; she just place the last plate in the cabinet above her when he seductively took hold of her in his arms; his mouth on her right shoulder, going up to her chin. She was wearing a silk lilac dress; it stopped at her knees, or so it did until he slid the material up. She stopped him when it was lifted too high.

"No, Stan." She whispered.

Kiram moved away from his hold, walking away. Stan grabbed her hand and pulled the woman back to him.

"Ohhhh, don't be such a—"

She laughed. "We are not children. And it's still no." She told him.

He looked deep in her eyes. "What's going to happen? I mean, it's not like your dad is here. You know he'll be gone for a while, besides as I seem to recall, you liked it the very first time. You were the one starting everything." He half-joked.

"That was years ago, I can't believe you remember."

"Kir, it was only two years ago." Correcting her.

All she did was laugh it off and kissed him, Stan roughly put her body on the counter and started to squeeze on her breasts through her clothing, he was please she for once did not have on a bra. Kiram pushed forward while still kissing him, just enough so she could move. Again she made him quit his actions. Getting off the counter and walked off again. This time he didn't try to stop her.

"Kiram, as much as you want to resist, you can't help it." He teased.

"That may be so, but no. I do not want my dad walking in again." Answering him as she turned half-way around; he was leaning over the counter looking at her. Shaking his head he looked away, staring out the window.

She did in fact want him, much more now than ever. Sighing, she went back to him; in the end she could use some excitement in her life. Kiram only hoped it wasn't going to bite her in the ass later on. Having a smile on her face she placed her back in his arms; once that happen they started the heated kiss once again, she took off his shirt letting it fall to the ground. In the moment, she couldn't help but laugh through it all. Stan lifted her dress again, taking off her white panties; he kissed her hard on her neck, chest, and lips.

Stanley turned her around, so she was bent on the counter-face-foreward, doing so he also slid down her straps pulling it down enough so she felt the cold counter top on her chest. Luckily, her hair was up in ponytail. He threw it on her shoulder, she pushed what was out of her face, he kept telling her not look. The whole time, she giggled like a crazed adolescent. Her chin was placed on the counter, and then eventually she lay on her cheek. Slowly she froze up and then stiffen her body, she as felt him enter her. Her stomach went in deeper into the dull edge, but she brushed that small annoyance aside. Stan held onto her hips, as he pushed further in, letting out a long anticipated breathe. The sharp nails tore through her dress and in her skin.

To her he was much rougher and more aggressive then she thought. There was pain to his movements, but it was bliss to her, Kiram had forced her nails into the harden title leaving marks deep in it. Her whimpers became louder, rewarding him fully. They were like this for about two hours; he was going steady and slow with her, something he hadn't done to another female. Stan was enjoying everything about her. The fragrance she gave off, her lowly sounds of deep covetousness, and the deliciousness of her skin. Love-making was much more fulfilling than having plain sex in general, Stan did love her, and he thought maybe it meant more.

Leisurely he had built up to this moment; his hands had gone from her hips to gripping the sensitive parts of her body. Increasingly, he finally picked up his pace throughout the whole time he had whispered to her, about how he felt being with her and Kiram saying how much she wanted this, even though it was hard to in her position. When he at last came to the minute; they were too busy in a loving embrace to notice the door opening and closing. Stan was biting on her neck when her eyes had open seeing the male figure standing by the gape in the door. Her body flushed with embarrassment, the woman nudged him, he thought Kir wanted more but when he looked in her direction. Damien turned around and left, Stan quickly moved away from her pulling up his jeans, Kiram fixed herself quickly, grabbing her panties and balling them in her hands. Both of them walk to the front door, they heard the door slamming upstairs. Stan leaned in to give a quick kiss, but she would not allow it. Agreeing to what just happen, he left her. Stanley was just glad Damien didn't go into a fit of rage, at least he hoped he wouldn't.

A day after that, Stan took Kiram out for two days for Valentine's Day, hoping to give Damien some space. Then a few days later, after their return, he heard from Kir, she explained to him what had happen. But Stan didn't need her to tell him, Stan knew how her father was already. The next month was strained on them but they made it work out. She wanted to go out for the night for St. Patrick's Day. He didn't celebrate the day, but it never hurt to have fun especially since everyone else was having fun. At the bar, they laughed and talked, Kiram avoided the subject of what happen with Damien.

Eventually, it got the best of her and she went to use the bathroom. Stanley waited for her patiently, a few girls came up to him flirting, and this was nothing new to him. It in fact bored him; he was actually much, much older than Kiram. Almost hundred, which he could see why Damien wouldn't like the idea, Stan was so close to his age. He was at least grateful demons aged much slower than everyone else, he couldn't imagine being so old and useless.

"Stan?"

Blinking his eyes, Stan turned to see a Michael standing next to the table he was sitting at. He wore a plain white t-shirt and blue jeans. It didn't seem strange until he looked into the man's' eyes.

"AHHHHHHH! What fuck happen to your eyes!" He almost yelled.

Michael only gave a small smirk he shook his head slowly, when he closed and open his eyes they were back to normal. "It's a slow and painful transition…have you seen Kiram?" He asked.

"You can find me, but you can't find her?" He question, of course he was here with her but Stan wasn't going to say. "Besides why are you 'transitioning'?"

Running his hands through his long black hair, he glared at him. "I left…and I am looking for her."

"Left? You mean you just left, when are you returning?" Stan wanted him to leave quickly, but he was curious.

"I am not going back…I could no longer take what happen—"

Cutting him off, "You left Heaven…to be with Kiram?"

Thinking it over in his mind, he nodded. "Simply, yes I did." He looked around the place once more not seeing a sign of her. "I will be waiting for her at her home, tell her I need to talk with her, also…"He turned around. "It is much simpler to track a normal demon than a descendant off a fallen angel." In a blink of an eye, he left the room.

Oddly no one seemed to notice a guy appearing and disappearing like Harry Houdini, they were pretty drunk out of their minds. Stan going over what Michael said to him. He willingly left the security of his home in order to be with some female…and not just any female, her. Stanley thought. "Who does that?"

Stan thought things would get better between the two, but he could honestly say that under certain circumstances he probably would have done the same. But he couldn't imagine loving someone so much as to throw away your only means of a home or even family.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me on this bullshit…"He thought out aloud.

"Huh?"

Stan heard Kirs' voice; she sat down across from him. She was confused and wondering what just happened.

"You were gone for a while."

"It was a ridiculous long line, but turns out I was standing in the line for the men's room…And I thought I went crazy for a second. But I didn't have to go, I did get rid of the food I just ate." She explained laughing.

"You've been sick lately. Flu?"

"I don't think so, I'm just over stuffing myself-" Kiram started to talk about other things now.

He wasn't listening to her; he just smiled along with her. Kiram took a sip from her drink, he didn't know why but she did cut back on her drinking and this was long before they got back together. It was then he looked at her.

"Kiram…"

"—Yes?"

His voice was heavy and deep. Stan did not know she was still talking, looking deep in her eyes, the demon spoke again. "It's over…"

The demon got up and started to exit the building. Walking hard, Stan fumbles for his keys in his pocket, then heard the running footsteps of a girl behind him.

Oh please...no. He thought, pleading with himself.

"Stan!" She shouted to him.

He stopped; not facing her, the look on her face must be an awful expression.

"What do you mean it's 'over'? This night, we can do something else…It-"

"No, Kiram…we are done…I don't want to be with you anymore…" He said trying to sound as harsh as possible. He heard bite her tongue, and her foot coming towards him.

"I swear we were doing just fine, Stanley."

Kiram hardly used his full name; it was starting to get to her. "Does it matter, I don't want to date you anymore, just go or I can give you a ride home…"

He wanted to go around the fact of why he was doing this, so before she could speak another word he did. "Look, I just wanted to get some good fucks from you like old times and I got it…now do you want a ride or what?"

Stanley knew that would do it, she would hate him, but only making it seem like he was using her would end this.

"Are you fucking kidding me!? Seriously, after everything, you...you just want to break up with me?!?" Kiram paused, she angrily moved around in a circle, "You told me you loved me, Stanley! I just---you did all that---y-you know what, thank you! Thank you, for making me feel like the world's most expensive fucking prostitute! Fuck you, Stan! I'll find my own fucking way home. Just don't ever talk to me, you ass!" She screamed at him, he heard her voice crack a few times. But finally she turned and left.

 

0-*-*-*-*-*-*-0

 

[Present Time]

Hours passed and Stanley learned she was stabilized, though as her official doctor he was the one responsible for telling her father. After going over the new charts, he stuck it up and walked over to him, Damien was alone this time, hands on the wall head down. Clearly, he was willing to put aside his previous feelings for his daughter, and worry about her health.

"Excu—"

Damien held him to the wall, his hand ready to strike. Stan waved his hands in defense. "I'm her doctor, as awkward as this is."

Damien did not pay mind to his coat at first, looking down at the id tag clipped to Stanleys' coat pocket he did he set the man down and look at him.

"What?" He asked frustrated.

"For now she is fine, but until more information is given, I—"

"You're the last person I would want to see, especially around Kiram, but you better do something about it, because if I lose her, I swear on my father I will kill everyone in this place starting with you!" Damien said as he banged his hand against the wall putting a large hole in it, and long cracks going from the hole to the ceiling and the floor.

Taken note of this Stan left the hall quickly. Damien, angrily, watched him leave and turned back around, he was still not allow to see her, and it was killing him inside. Sure that one New Year party was odd for him, after seeing her in such a way, that he never thought he would. Lucifer had caught him that way a few times when he was younger, but it somehow it was different with his daughter. His anger was building up to a point, the lights in the hallway were flicking crazily. People around were scared thinking something was wrong with the wiring. It finally stopped after a few minutes, Damien calmed himself down, and he sat in a chair with his head in his hands, hunched over.

 

0-*-*-*-*-*-*-0

 

She yelled in pain, this was something she did not expect to be so harsh, but it was. Minute after minute, hour after hour, she was in pain and there was no light to make it seem it would end. Holding his hand, as tight as she could, she kept this exhausting motion going. She felt a large pressure in her pelvic; it was there for some time now. Listening to his instructions, she gave a few more pushes. The pressure was gone and it felt empty, but no sounds were made. She let go of his hand as a hint for him to go look.

Damien swept away her sweat-soaked hair from her forehead and cheeks, kissing her. She smiled her violet eyes looking at him in satisfaction. A small and weak cry filled the room, never would she thought she could have been this happy with her life. He was handed the tightly wrap bundle, cradling it in his arms. They were alone in the room, its crying continued until he fed the thing. She was too weak to even move, her sight was barely focusing.

"Do you want to see her?" He asked.

"H-her?" Whispering it gradually, even in her condition Damien could hear Kirias' excitement.

He removed the bottle and kneel on the floor enough for her to look; she turned her head and looked at the small being. The eyes were closed and had a head full of curly silver hair. Weakly she places her hand on the infants cheek, then a finger on the infant's mouth. "She truly is an angel, right D-Damien…?"

He nodded, letting her hold her for a while. As her violet eyes gazed upon at what she thought was impossible, the child looked at her, having her father's eyes. 'The baby was tired and smiled at her. She was thrilled and held her only child close. Humming to her, her angelic song floated through the room. The angel looked at her husband with such joy. "You will take care of her, right? Nothing bad will happen to our child?" She asked, knowing she didn't have to.

Damien chuckled. "Kiria, I don't think our daughter could be in better hands." Telling her as she handed him the infant, but Damien dropped the on her Kirias' lap. Kiria gave an agitated look; Damien smiled nervously as he picked up the still sleeping baby. "See…?"

Kiria laughed at her husband.

0-*-*-*-*-*-*-0

[Present Time]

"Kiria…I sure could use you here now…" He whispered.

Remembering the promise that was made to his late-wife, Damien was going to keep it. Looking back he probably could have done a better job, but recently he could have taken it better when he saw that.

Instead he ignored the subject all together, not talking to her or barely did. Or staying away from her as much as he could until he felt it was right. Getting nowhere Damien walked around for a while. The demon prince saw Michael waiting by her door. Damien wasn't surprised at the least. If he hadn't been there tonight, who knows what could have happen.

He felt arms around him, a body close behind him. It wasn't the best time for this. "Can you not do this…"He breathed.

Coming into his face the man gave a disappointed face. "She's gonna be okay, Damien." Jesus said.

"Easy for you to say, that isn't your kid, and you don't have to worry about her."

Damien moved pass the holy man, Jesus followed behind him. "For once, Jesus, I don't need you around me!" He stormed off even faster.

Holding his arms out in a wanting hug, the holy-child walked even faster. "You don't mean that, Damien! Don't you know, Love thy neighbor!"

As serious as the situation was, both of them left the floor in to the stairwell. Michael watched the little stunt in the distance, and then went back to staring at the floor. Having his arms folded against his chest. The archangel still has not been back since he left, he was wondering how things were getting along. Every now and then he would get something from his brothers, according to them He hasn't spoken a word to anyone nor have they seen Him. The thing that upset Michael the most was, God told him something would happen, when he least expected it to.

0-*-*-*-*-*-*-0

Seven Months Earlier- Michael

Moments after she left, he was free to wander off, his Father though walk back into His Place. All of his brothers gather around him. He knew they only had one thing in mind. Gabriel was the first to step to him.

"What was all of that for, Michael?"

Michael placed a hand on his younger brothers' shoulder and just nodded, pushing through them. It was their businessz, Kiram was right on that, and he wasn't going to tell anyone. Wanting an answer he was going to stop him, but Metatron held on to him.

"Perhaps it is best if we leave this alone, for once." Metatron explained to Gabriel.

For once, Michael did not train this day instead just sat by the large lake mindlessly tossing pebbles into it. Someone approached him, but he didn't really care. They sat next to him, silent for just a second.

"What are you thinking of?" Jesus asked.

The first thought was just ignore the question at the same time he wanted to talk to somebody. "Nothing for now…"

"I get the feeling I know what happen, I won't say though."

"How would you know?"

"The look you got when you saw her. It was different that time."

Michael stopped to look at him. He only gazed into the lake, seemingly happy. "…"

"No surprise there, I was only human for a short time, but I've learned a lot. Being the way we are, some things are just not a part of us. Like, well this for example, we all love each other and will always be there when something is wrong. But the moment you fall in love, its completely different and your outlook changes. You wanted to do something, when they argued with each other. But to be loyal to one, that would be deifying the other.

Michael, you know just as well as anyone what you did was unlike you and maybe to a few not worth it. But if I had to guess, you didn't care cause in that moment it felt right, am I wrong?" He waited for this archangel to answer him; he didn't. "In some ways this is how Lucifer felt, but his sin was pride, yours," He chuckled a little. "Well, you're just a fool in love. I have to admit, I did not see this coming."

"I am not a fool! And don't compare me to Lucifer, I am nothing like him." He stated.

"Of course you are. You know the outcome of things if someone did an awful thing against Father. Still knowing that, you did it anyway. You did every thing that is not like you." Feeling this was done, Jesus stood up. "What Lucifer did was none other than for himself and him alone. You should think who you're doing this for…"

The blue eyed, raven-haired angel needed his space. But still what did the holy-child know, that he didn't? "Jesus, if that is the cause why did Father allow it the first time?"

"The first time, it was suppose to happen because something good came out of it, the love you two have for each other...this time only pain and heartache comes from it." Jesus told Michael and then left.

Slowly but surely, the days melted into weeks then into months. He even did not show on Sundays at all, everyone had questioned Michaels' actions, and when they would be dealt with. God Himself did not bother to show either; no one knew for sure what would happen. When it came to, Michael walked into His Place and confronted him.

"Leave." He told him.

Everything told him to listen, but for once he did not. "No…Father, I need a word with You."

Nothing was said, God didn't even face him. "I am not staying here anymore; nothing you can say will make me. I've had some time to think about this, it has been difficult per say, but staying here will do me no justice. Father, I love You and I know You do not doubt me on that, but I do love her."

"Doing so, you're going to be put through more than an angel of your status needs to, you do not have to Michael"

"...will I be with her, if I go through with this?"

God was silent for a second, "Yes, but it will not be easy."

"Then what ever I endure, its worth it if I am with her."

Michael spoke no more, the angel just left there on that word.

Michael knew as long as he was doing wrong his punishment will continue. The angel knew their Father seemed so kind and forgiving, but at the same time He was quick to take away what was important. He could have cut Michael away from Kiram the moment it happened, or before it happened. But God didn't…he knew this is what would occur, but still allowed it. Leaving the Heavenly world behind Michael wonder why God was putting him, Michael-head of the archangels, through all this pain. Him chasing this woman down, why? That word haunted Michael's mind.

As soon as he was gone, the first place he went to was Lucifer's home. It was unusually busy; they were running around the place. He caught hold of Lucifer, finally after searching. Lucifer was going to keep going, but spotted Michael.

"Michael? What the hell do you want?"

The angel pulled him aside. "Where is Kiram?"

"I don't know and I really don't care, last time I talked to her she was in such a bitchy mood, I kept my distance. Another thing, I don't know what happen there, but ever since then she hasn't been the best person to hang around."

"I bet."

"Then she's been in bed all damn day, I told her to get over it"

"If she's sick then-"

"My ass she was, before she 'fake' being sick, Kir was with her friends."

Shrugging off what he said, Lucifer had no time to chit-chat and strolled away. Since she wasn't in this world, she could have been on Earth. But she had a whole world to hide away in, remembering Stanley; he took a big guess that was the best way to start. It was that or pop in and out of places and hoping to find her.

It did not take that long to find him, a simple look in to common places and Michael found the demon sitting at table alone. He looked preoccupied with something on his mind.

They only had a short converse, but it was enough for him and he decided to wait for her this time. The house was empty and hushed, he kept the lights off and walked around, the first place he went to was the living room. Months ago he noticed Alexander looking at the books. Turning the corner he bend down and pick up the one he held. On the front of it were a few pictures of Kiram as a child. Upon opening it a few photos fell, Michael picked them up, looking at them. The one in his hand was one that was taken years before, she looked about three. Kiram was all smiles, playing what seemed like a tea-party. He laughed because she had gotten Damien to dress up with her as well.

Finishing it he placed it back carefully in place, obvious it would be a while before she would return. Without a second thought, he lit the place up, all the switches coming on with a thought in his head. His Father did not relinquish him of his abilities, at least not yet. Going up the widen stairs, turning left. He went into her bedroom. Still the room was neat and everything in place. The only difference, and though it was small, was a pink and white book sticking out from her pillow.

She really likes pink. The angel thought.

No harm he pick up the booklet and opened it, unknowing to him it was actually her diary. The last entry was in November. It looked as if she was going to write in it again but never had the chance. He read the page:

So here I am again, stuck with my dad. I just can't believe what happen, sometimes when I think about it, I just wanna rip someone's head off! You would think that for a day or so we could have been 'like' a couple but nooooooooo, I still do not understand why humans love God so muche is such a jerk, its always 'me, me, me, me'. If they knew how he was, it would just…who cares. I shouldn't be angry but I am. And dad wont butt outta it! Kiram…what's wrong…or Kiram stop setting the neightbors animals on fire. Geez, dad they have like a fucking farm, would they notice a few missing cats or dogs. Maybe they need to learn to keep their animals at home then they wouldn't end up dead...D-E-A-D!…I dunno what it was, I was just staring out my window and had to do something!

Anyway, lemme put down what was the best night of my life. I don't know how it started but it did. Maybe because I was just so unbelievable irreistable, he had to have me.

I didn't think an angel could know soooooooooooooooooooo much about sex, I wonder if he has every had sex before me, I think I need to ask. I should. But I made a mistake of saying I loved him…_ Now he'll think I actually CARE! Can you believe that!

Its not like I don't, I do, but I never told dad I love him or grandpa, the less they know the better, you think he will forget about it. I hope so. It will help. I feel a bit odd cause I came soo many times on him, but he came a lot too, but still...I could tell he was holding back when he came the last time…does holding back really make an orgasm that much better? I have to know; I should sneak Michael out and do it again. But he's pretty sensitive about some things, so maybe not. Oh book if you could answer my fucking questions my life would be hella better! Damn it! Why the hell do I have this!

Every year I get one, and nothing changes!

Michael kept reading, after that sentence it was clearly a bunch of scribbles and her stabbing the pen into the book. She was a pretty violent woman even to herself.

IT LIKES ONCE YOU TURN EIGHTTEEN SHIT HAPPENS, FIRST I HAD STAN AS A B/F THEN I GET AN AUTOMATIC FUCKING FIANCE THEN WHAT DO YOU KNO IM SINGLE A-FUCKING-GAIN! THIS NEW YEARS BETTER BE BETTER THAN THIS YEAR SO FAR, BECAUSE I WILL MURDER MORE THAN ANIMALS!

DAMNITALLTOFUCKINGHELL, BULLSHIT SONOFABITCH!

P.S...I've been gaining weight, maybe im more depress than I though...

P.P.S All in all, it was a wonderful night and I did love it, it was a beautiful thing.

Michael put the book back in place, it was best that he did not read her thoughts. Still he did care for her. The angel then smile, cause even though she was trying to be emotionless, Kir actually loves him. Michael's thoughts shattered when he heard the door open and slam shut. A female cursing, as she did with the glass door breaking. Michael peeked out the room to see her using her abilities to fix the thing, no caring if someone saw. She walked into the hallway, but instead of going straight she turned left. Quietly following her, she went into the study, it was a quiet place, with three small couches looking at each other, and no one went in there much, as far as he knew.

The room was painted with brown and green walls, in stripes. The floor like the others hardwood, with a dark sienna rug in the middle, to set it off, there was a fireplace in the room, which was now lit thanks to Kiram. She sat in front it, playing with the flames. Making it dance in front of her, or take on shapes. Her shoes were kicked off and her purse was lying on the middle chair. The space between the fireplace and the chairs were about three feet away. Enough for a few people to sit in a circle that was for sure.

He heard her weep a few times; she was crying. And he didn't know why.

Could she still be upset about that day? He thought perplexed.

Coming in the room, he was thrown off by a small cut on his cheek. It bled for a second, before he even took two full steps. She looked behind her, her face full of shock.

"Michael!" She stuttered.

She didn't have enough time to get up; he went to her already sitting down. It was fast enough to surprise her. She placed her hand on his face, he could have healed himself no problem but he wasn't concern with it.

"I've been looking for you, what happen?"

Kiram looked back at the fire, anger was there again. "It's nothing; I don't want to talk about it. Why were you looking for me? Aren't we done for?" She asked him.

Michael pulled her into his lap and held on to her. "I would hope not…"He couldn't finished the sentence, again his body fought with him, Kiram looked up only one eye was open but from it she saw no longer an angelic eye, but a demonic one. Eventually it went back to normal, causing him to shake it off.

"What's going on?"

"I suppose because of what I did, I left Heaven. And of that my body does not know which form to take." He said laughing.

She wasn't though. Turning her body around; she had her face close to his. "What are you stupid! You're risking not being one of the most powerful beings in the fucking universe, for what!"

"I thought it was worth it, if I could be with you!"

"Michael! I am not worth that, you should go back and fix this shit and be an angel or archangel again! Do you hear me?" She held on his shoulders and shook him with half her strength, making him dizzy.

Pinning her down, with her arms under her. "Kiram shut up, I know the risk of doing this and I do think my Father will let me become with Lucifer is, but I don't care, I'd rather be with you. And you might think it's 'not worth it', but I do! Now you better appreciate this!"

She rolled her eyes at him. "I better! What are you going to do about it?" She wrapped her legs around his waist and flipped them over, she was on top of him, and she was smiling which was a good sign. He supported himself on his palms and just laughed. Michael did not have a thing to say to answer her. He looked at fire, with her staring at him.

"Do you love me?"

Her face was at a lost. "Why?"

"You said it once…but did you mean it?"

The flames flickered in the room, raising his hand up, Michael made the lights off again, and she just looked at him. He glowed in the fire. She didn't mind the lights being off, in fact she was so caught up somehow she just didn't notice they were on in the first place.

"I think you need to go back and fix this." Re-directing the conversation.

"Don't ignore me, Kiram. I am simply asking if you love me or not."

Clearly she didn't want to answer. "Well what about you?" She hoped eventually it would turn to a different topic.

"Yes, I do love you. It's not the kind I have with my brothers or Father. I love them, but with you I guess it's a little bit stronger. I am 'in' love, if you want me to be more direct."

From her silence, she wasn't expected a straight forward answer. Although he was hoping she would answer him again, she didn't –Kiram just planted a kiss on him, it was a long kiss. Michael pulled her body close to his as he lay back down, they lay on their side. He could feel the heat from the fire on his back, but even more when she lifted his shirt over his head. He did the same with her, and also took off her shorts.

She laid him back and sat on him, giving a teasing look. Kiram was only in her panties, looking down at him. He was going to move her, but she held his arms to his side, her lips moving across the surface of his skin. "Not this time, Michael…I am going to be on top."

 

0-*-*-*-*-*-*-0

[Now]

It was quiet for hours in the hallway.

"You can see her."

Michael looked up at the nurse. She had a small smile on her face, wearing her mandatory scrubs. "What happen?" Was the first thing from his mouth.

"Her doctor is in the room, making sure the machines are working. It is best if you hear it from him." She started to walk off.

"Where is her father?" Michael asked.

The nurse stopped. "Father?" She looked at him placing her hands on her small hips. "The other man in the room? I thought that man was her brother. He looks soo young, do you know if he's single." She asked, smiling. Michael shook his head in disappointment, the nurse shrugged and left.

He forgot that Damien looks old enough to be her brother. Michael went into the room, to see Stan hovering over her and Damien sitting in the chair next to the bed. Kiram was either unconscious or asleep in the bed; it was not easy to tell.

"Oh you're finally joining reality, Michael?" Damien asked.

"Huh?"

"I kept trying to talk to you before I came in here, but you zoned out." Damien explained.

Stan was finally able to conclude his findings, and find out what had caused this to start. He looked at Michael, with a rather strange appearance. He did not know why he did, but it was lucid it wasn't good.

"I am not sure how to say this, but in latter terms and from the results…"

"Quit, the doctoring shit, what happen!" Damien yelled from his seat.

Placing the chart on his side, Stanley sighed and held his head down, looking at her. "She had a Septic Abortion."

"A what!" Both he and Michael said in sync.

He shrugged his shoulders. "It's an unintentional one, from what it looks like, she had miscarried earlier but I going to assume it just took a while longer for her body to notice."

"You better be fucking lying! Does she look pregnant!" Her father yelled, now standing up.

"That's the thing, she doesn't, but she keeps herself in shape, she probably wouldn't have shown until the third trimester. Not all women experience the same thing."

Damien had his hands on his head, walking around. "Alright, fine, so she wasn't that far. Why did it take so long to get her in this room?"

"About that…she had to go to the operating room…" Stan's heart was beating pretty fast, her father was already pissed off, who knows what will happen. "She needed to deliver…"His voice cracked at the end.

"Deliver?"

"Kiram was twenty-seven weeks…."

"A still-birth…"Michael whispered.

"Yeah..."

It seems Damien didn't hear him, he was going to kill Stan without a second thought, but he just stormed out of there. Stan was frozen stiff; he was expecting him to strike him down right then and there. Stanley rushed out of there, not wanting to stay in there; but he had to explain to his friend about the pregnancy.

When Stan learned she was carrying the first thought was it was his child she had. But they were saying she was too far along. That only meant it was someone else and from the look on that persons' face it was blatantly clear.

"Damien, wait!"

"No, no, no, no!" Damien turned around, "You did it, again! I told you the first time, I did not want a pregnant daughter! But you still-arrgghhh!" Damien punched a wall.

"I didn't impregnant her! She was too far along."

Damien raised an eyebrow, "Don't lie to me!"

"I swear, Damien, I didn't. She was twenty-seven weeks, if I had gotten her pregnant, she would've only been about seventeen weeks. She was already pregnant when you walked-"

"Please, I don't need to see that image in my head, again." Damien warned him. Removing his hand from the wall, the demon prince shook the dry wall from his skin. "So if you didn't then..."

"There's only one other Kir, has been around besides me."

Michael was looking out the window, over the city. The angel heard the room door opening and footsteps entering, the door closed a few seconds later. Michael sat in the chair, Damien was in, next to Kiram.

Neither of them spoke, Damien was too upset to and Michael just did not want to. It killed Michael he never realized it, it should've been clear if Kir was carrying a child. But to Michael, he was oblivious to the fact. Damien though couldn't think of anything, after he thought about, since he came to terms it was not Stan. Never in his life would he have thought that it was possible. Damien shortly realized something was up with Michael, when every now and then Michael's presence would change. One minute you could feel an angelic being was there, the next it was like a demon took its place. The way his father presence felt like. But still, Kiram was included in this and just like anyone else, Damien wasn't going to let Michael off.

"It's funny…I was so uptight about this happening with Stanley, who would've thought of all things and people...you." Damien said aloud.

"What is that suppose to mean."

"The last thing, I wanted was a pregnant daughter-who by the way still depends on me-now I got one who just went through, what I can imagine was an awful birthday. You know, I thought out of all the guys that were interested in her, you were the one that wouldn't knock her up!" He screamed. "I can't even think how that happens in the first place!"

"It's not like I was intentionally doing it—"

"I don't give a damn! YOU. FUCK. MY. DAUGHTER! It doesn't matter if you were trying to or not, you slept with her!" Damien paused, "What's worst that with her mother I had to wait until we were actually married, before I could lay hands the woman. But apparently it's all fine and fucking dandy if you do so."

"No it wasn't, besides with your record of women how were we to know what will happen, also I haven't had anyone else besides her."

"Good for you because she just miscarry your kid! I hope you enjoyed screwing my daughter 'cause you sure as hell is not touching her again!"

"You have no right to, Damien. She is an adult; she can do as she pleases."

"The hell she does! What choices have she made that benefit her! Please tell me, because so far she had a fucked up childhood, her relationships clearly go nowhere, in fact as I recall she hasn't been happy once! I am all she has, and even that is strained because we just can't seem to see eye-to-eye. In fact the only person she has ever been on terms with is my dad!

But I know what's best for her, and it's better if she stays away from you and Stan!"

"Just because you're her father does not mean you understand or know what's best for her." Michael said calmly.

"And you do?"

"I am not saying that, I-just think you're over-reacting, I know she miscarried, but she's fine-"

"You don't have the right to tell if I am or not, you have no fucking clue what I've been through with her, this isn't the first time she's been here!" Damien yelled

They both stood in front of each other, the same height, not paying attention to the unsuspecting listener.

"Fine, I don't but I will not stand here and claim I know what's best for her, Kiram can make up her own mind. She may have made a few mistakes but I know for sure I am not one of them. Maybe if you weren't so concern on controlling her life, you two would have a better relationship."

"He wasn't so controlling…"

They looked and saw her sitting up in the bed. Damien went over to her and grabbed her hand, pulling her in a hug. Michael was behind him, watching with a very small smile on him.

"How much did you hear?" Damien asked.

"I was awake when you said to stay away…"She told him. From the looks she didn't get the whole situation. "So when are we leaving?" She asked them.

"Not for a while…are you not tried?" Michael wondered.

"Nope." Kiram lied; she was exhausted and wanted to sleep. But she wasn't going to let it show. "Why wait, I feel fine. I don't know what happen but I don't feel the pain anymore, I'm really hungry though."

Damien roughly played with her hair and went to find her something. She looked at Michael, who returned an emotionless face.

"Wanna explain to me why I am in the hospital?"

Michael stood next to her, she thought he would hug her but she was wrong. If it was up to Damien he wouldn't have said a word to her, he figure Kiram had the right to know what happen. But at the same time would this help her? He didn't know what to say to her, lying was not going to make things better; it might but only for a while. And the truth would make things a heck of a lot worst. Especially since mentally Kiram was pretty fragile. He glanced away for a while and looked back at her azure eyes. She waited for him to answer her question.

"Kiram…you've…"

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Authoress Note: So sorry for the words, I just thought it fit, which I think it does.

Daephilia: A desire or love, or unnatural want for demonic or unholy creatures.

Humaphilia: A desire or love, or even unnatural want for the human race.

I love making up words.