V was surprised to see genuine hurt on the demons face "get out of here before you're sent back to he'll at my hand." V growled.
He sighed softly and dropped his blade "I won't fight you v. I never will." He dropped the blade and walked out of the room. Relieved, v crouched down next to nathaniel
"Oh, th-thank god…" Nathaniel leaned back against the wall, seeing stars. "I can't breathe… god, it h-hurts, V…" He stammered, blood trickling steadily through his fingers. He was very pale and clearly scared now.
"I know my love, I know. Just hold on a bit longer till we get home." He said gently, cradling him in his arm and picking him up.
"He… he wanted me to give you over to him…" Nathaniel said weakly as V carried him. "I won't let him…"
He tilted his head in slight confusion "tell me more once you've recovered, for now just relax." He kissed his head and headed home, driving as carefully as possible to avoid hurting Nathaniel more
Nathaniel nodded falling silent and unconscious during the ride. He was still out when V carried him inside.
He set him on the bed gently and turned him on his side to look at the wound. "Oh angel," he sighed softly and pulled out his phone "I know I'm not supposed to but he needs help. Yes, celestial help."
Nathaniel was still shaking violently, but his hand had fallen. His wing was bleeding badly, although it was luckily still attached to his body and seemed salvageable.
"where is he?" Urielle asked, whisking into the room and scanning it for danger. Once he saw V, he pulled him into a hug. "Ever the protector Valderian."
V shook his head "hisprotector. and I seemed to have done a terrible job at it." He guided Urielle to their room and to Nathaniel "help him please." he begged
"Nngh…" Nathaniel stirred weakly, but didn't open his eyes. His blood had stained the feathers around his wound and had begun soaking into the couch, and his shaking still hadn't ceased. He was pale and looked drained, and even with his eyes closed, scared.
"It's ok Nath, Urielle's here to help." he glanced up as the angel nodded "what did this to him?"
"I..I think it was a demon. He attacked nath but dropped his sword when I came into the room. said he wouldn't fight me, ever. weird right?" He asked, slipping his hand into Nathaniel's and squeezing gently, giving him some reasurance
Nathaniel opened his eyes a bit to look up at the other two angels, his gaze riddled with pain. "It was him… it… it was Jerch…" He stammered, clutching his stomach. "Nngh… I-I feel like I'm gonna throw up…"
V's stomach dropped at the mention of his old friend. "Tha- that was Jerch?" he stammered, shaking a bit. Urielle glanced up "He was here?" he asked, taking a look at Nathaniel's wing
He nodded shakily, still holding his stomach. "He… h-he wanted me to give you up to him… I wouldn't… oh g-god…" He got up and ran to the kitchen, throwing up in the trash can.
V stayed close in case he had to carry Nathaniel back. Still reeling from the realization of Jerch, bit wanting to help Nathaniel as much as possible, he kept his mouth shut. " Is there anything we need?" V asked Urielle
"maybe a needle and thread for stitching but other than that, no."
Nathaniel let V lead him back to the couch, still looking deathly pale and weak. His blood dripped onto the floor as they walked, a good deal of his wings now stained red.
V set him on the couch and glanced at the wings, flinching at the sight. "Angel, why?" He asked softly, holding the other close
"H-He said my wings or you…" Nathaniel whispered, huddling against him. "He… he was gonna erase your mem… memory so y-you'd forget me and love him instead…"
His eyes filled with pain "beautiful angel, I'm not worth your wings. Not even this." He nuzzled his hair and held him tighter, careful not to hurt him "I would've found my way back to you, as I always do."
Nathaniel shook his head, sobbing. "I… I c-couldn't have lived with the guilt of knowing I'd traded you for flight… he… h-he said he'd fix them if I handed you over… I told him if he truly loved you he'd know what a… a ridiculous request it was. He b-basically asked if I'd rather fly or have love… it's a horrible thing to try and ask of anyone…"
He nodded in agreement and stroked his hair soothingly "I will always be grateful to you my love. And will use every moment of my life showing you." He kissed the other's brow, glancing up as Urielle came over with a glass full of water
Nathaniel just held the glass of water in his hands, not sure if he could keep anything down right now. He glanced back at his wing and quickly turned back around, closing his eyes and covering his mouth with one hand.
"you're sure that it'll work?" V asked Urielle, pressing closer to nathaniel
"It's the only thing that will work." He reasurred
V nodded and turned back to Nathaniel "My angel, I'm going to need you to drink this all. It'll help heal your wings."
"All… all the water…?" Nathaniel asked weakly, seeming to be swaying a bit as he stared blankly at the wall.
"Yes, love." He said softly, holding him close. "It's holy water." V nudged the cup towards Nathaniel in encouragement