Bloody Hell

Sorry it's short but I felt this was the best place for the end of the chapter. Also this Chapter goes out to my friends who put up with reading it over and over as my betas.

 

Chapter 3

A soft click and a sigh echo down the hall into the large chamber where Ciel and Lucifer sit somewhat awkwardly. Ciel's small hands wring around the hem of his now ruined suit, his broken and jagged nails catching on frayed strands as he glances between the hall and his lap. While Lucifer lounges on a sofa near a fire; looking to anyone who didn't know better, like he owned the place. Eventually Claude appears from the hall and makes his way into the room, taking a seat on the floor next to Ciel.

Lucifer looks up from examining his nails, “So... How did it go?”

Claude looks up briefly before letting his head fall back against the cushions behind him, “As well as it could I suppose.”

Absentmindedly Satan picks some dirt out from under a nail, “Based off those sounds I'd say the mating marks are re-established?” A sigh left the Spider's lips as he throws his arm over his eyes.

“Not quite, he passed out before he placed his mark on me.” A few seconds go by in silence as Claude's arm drops back down to his side and his gaze drifts to the fire. “His wings are beyond any repair that any demon I know could possibly do, I fear he will loose them.”

Lucifer stands up and places his hand on Claude's shoulder, sympathy written on his face. Almost shyly Ciel speaks up, “What happens if he looses them?”

Straightening back up Satan resumes his place on the couch before speaking up, “If he looses his wings... we loose him.”

“What do you mean?”

“Angels, fallen or not, are vain creatures. Especially when it comes to our wings. An Angel's wings vary in size, number, and beauty all depending on the Angel. They're a symbol of our power and ranking. The larger, the higher quantity, or the more beautiful the wings, the higher the rank. Elarialiel, despite only having the two wings, had one of the most beautiful sets I've ever seen and they were of a larger size compared to most. If he looses them, it's like having a large part of himself ripped away and it will destroy him. That agony you caught a glimpse of tonight will be nothing in comparison.”

“What will happen to him?”

Claude raises his head up and looks Ciel in the eye, “He will fall into a depression that will cripple him mentally and physically.”

Turning his back to the two weaker demons, Lucifer looks out a window overlooking a large garden. “I've never seen an Angel survive that depression for more than a few decades. They either loose the will to survive and rot away or kill themselves.” He turns back around and looks at them sternly. “Only when Hell freezes over, will I let my son wither away and die. So between the three of us, we have to find a way to save his wings. Even if it means taking some drastic measures. Claude has only bought us little time by telling Elarialiel that we'll do what we can.”

A soft click startles all three of them and they turn to look down the hall as one. Leaning heavily against the wall was Sebastian clutching a thin sheet around him and stumbling towards Claude. Slowly he makes his way through the room dragging what was left of the lifeless wings behind him, before collapsing in his mate's lap.

“I knew he would follow me out here but I didn't think quite so soon.” With a soft smile upon his lips, Claude gently maneuvers Sebastian to where he was lying down on his side. His head propped up on the Spider's thigh.

“You should have known that without his mark on you, he'll want to be as close as possible. Following you even if he is asleep.”

Ciel stands up and gathers Sebastian's wings, tucking them in close to his body. “Claude, if Sebastian's real name is Elarialiel, what is your's?”