She Belongs To The Devil

After having a heart-to-heart conversation with Joyce, Damien walked back to his room.

And the moment he closed the door, he missed Ariel.

He leaned his back on the door and closed his eyes. And he thought to himself, "I didn't even get to properly ask how she was… I wanted to embrace her…"

His heart ached again when he recalled the state that Ariel was in. He recalled how helpless he was. He hated the fact that he wasn't able to do anything to help her. And though he appreciated how she cared for him, he hated that she put him before herself and gave the healing pill to him.

"Why would you do that, Ariel?" he wanted to ask her but mumbled to himself.

He gently slammed his head against the door and asked in a painful whisper, "What if your grandfather didn't come down here? What if something had happened to you? Something irreversible? I wouldn't have been able to live with myself, knowing that you sacrificed yourself for me."

For a split second, Damien felt like teleporting to where Ariel was. But he pulled the reins on his impulse and thought of asking all those questions to Ariel when she came back tomorrow.

He then proceeded to take off the clothes that he was wearing.

He took off the shirt first and looked at all the holes that were on the back. He put his hand through the holes and gritted his teeth. He was filled with so much anger that he could hear his heartbeat escalating like crazy.

"Michael… I swear to Hellfire that if you ever dare to harm any of my loved ones again, I am going to blast you into a thousand pieces."

It took a while for Damien to calm himself down.

He changed into his comfortable night robe and then prepared to rest for the night, that was if he could sleep after such an eventful night.

However, before he could even get on his bed, his eyes fell on the torn clothes again and he suddenly recalled something.

"Oh no…" He closed his eyes and sighed. "Kenneth said that those clothes were gifts from his mother! And I said that I would return them to him by tonight!"

"Ugh!" He flopped his head on the bed and cursed Michael even more. "That arse of an angel! He ruined Kenneth's clothes! Now, what am I going to do? That damned angel made me break my promise! Argh!!"

After going through another episode of cursing and letting out muffled screams, Damien finally regained his composure.

He looked at the torn clothes, sighed, and neatly folded them while trying his best to hide the holes.

He thought of returning the clothes, or what remained of them, tomorrow. But then he thought, "If I return them now, at least I can keep half of my word."

And without even thinking that Kenneth might already be deep in his sleep, he stormed out of his room.

"Kenneth," Damien softly spoke after knocking on the door.

He waited for a few seconds and knocked again, "Kenneth, are you busy?"

"Kenneth!"

"What?" Kenneth flung the door open and looked at Damien with his eyes half open. And he asked in a rather stern voice, "I was busy sleeping, Damien! Why the hell would you wake me up? It was so hard to finally fall asleep."

"Oh! I am so sorry!" Damien awkwardly pressed his lips together and apologized again. "I forgot that you walked out of the meeting room way before me."

Kenneth rubbed his eyes and asked in a calmer tone, "Did you want something?"

Damien held out his hands and then replied, "I wanted to return the clothes that I borrowed from you."

"Er… You could have returned them tomorrow, you know…" Kenneth yawned and took the clothes from Damien's hand.

Damien glanced at Kenneth with a guilty look on his face and then apologized again, "I'm really sorry about the clothes. I know how much value these clothes held for you… But it got torn."

Kenneth looked at the clothes in his hand and gave a melancholic smile. And he whispered in a low voice, "These are not the only things that got torn today."

Damien didn't need Kenneth to spell out what he meant by that. He felt sorrier for Kenneth because he benefitted in exchange for Kenneth's broken heart. However, he couldn't bring himself to apologize this time. He didn't want to.

So he simply gave a mirthless smile to Kenneth. "Goodnight, Kenneth."

"Goodnight," Kenneth closed the door and threw the clothes on a chair.

He headed towards the bed, but before he could hop on, he heard a knock again. "Damien?" he asked after turning his head to face the door.

"Yes, can I come in?"

Kenneth heard Damien's voice from outside.

"Sure. It's not locked. Come in."

Damien pushed the door open and walked in. But he kept on awkwardly standing at the door.

Kenneth raised his brows and asked, "Is there anything else that you… need to return or say?"

"Umm…" Damien looked like he was contemplating something.

Kenneth waited for him to speak what he had in mind.

But instead of speaking, Damien entered the room and closed the door. Then he lay down on the sofa in the blink of an eye.

"Er… Okay…" Kenneth raised one of his brows and asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

Damien closed his eyes and cheekily asked, "What does it look like?"

Kenneth rolled his eyes and drooped his shoulders a little. And he disinterestedly said, "Damien, I am not in the mood for any games. I want to sleep."

"And so do I." Damien heaved a deep sigh and further said rather dejectedly, "But I don't think I will be able to sleep if I am alone. So, let me crash here tonight."

Kenneth glanced at Damien's face. He looked like he was trying to suppress a lot of things in his mind.

And seeing that, he didn't have the heart to say no to Damien's request. He flopped down on the bed while saying, "Okay. But just for tonight. Don't think that you can simply walk into my room any time you like and sleep."

"Thanks." The corners of Damien's lips curved up slightly. He was grateful to have found a companion for the night.