Healing

Healing

Sweet Devil!AmericaxReader

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Snow

Large chunks of the finely crafted icy crystals fell in torrents outside the large picture window, barely even touching the warm glass. But now was not the time to admire it's beauty. Instead, you turned to your demonic companion, who was currently licking at the scratches that littered his bloody arm. Deep down, you couldn't help but feel a little guilty he got hurt. But the yelling fit from earlier that evening ran through your mind and the guilt was rung away much like the rag dipped in herbal water in your hands, looking up at him as you got up. "Stop it. It'll only get worse...." You shouted as he moved his arm repeatedly away from the warm rag, but he slipped up and put it on the large red chair arm, "If you don't put medicine on it!" You slapped the rag down on the scratches, causing him to release a yowl of pain. Some of the servants (who are also sweet devils) flew to hide when their master cried, clearly angered by the kind yet painful deed.

"That hurt!" Alfred yelled, his electric blue eyes filled with a rage that he could barely control. "Well, if you hadn't had moved, it wouldn't have been so bad!" You shouted back, staring him right in the eyes. You weren't going to back down this time; no, you were ready to fight. "If you hadn't run away, I wouldn't be like this!" Alfred growled, his pearly white fangs flashing in the dim light. "If you hadn't had scared me, I wouldn't have ran." You turned away, crossing your arms over your chest. Alfred opened his mouth to say something, but he was stumped. Well, for a few minutes.

"Well, you were in the West Wing!"

"Well, you should learn to control your temper!"

You knew you had struck a nerve, for it got awfully quiet on his side. You peeked over your shoulder and had to hold back a laugh; he was slumped in the chair, his lips trembling much like a spoiled child. 'Spoiled', You thought as you dipped your rag in the bowl of luke warm water, </i>'More like rotted.'</i>

Alfred sat there, his claws digging into the plush chair arm so deep that large holes could be seen. Not once had anyone talked back to him, mostly afraid of what he would do. After all, he was a prince and he did use his position to the fullest extent. But wasn't that what got him in trouble in the first place? It was a bitter thought, but now that he looked back, he couldn't help the small twinge of guilt in his black heart. He had hurt a lot of people, many of which were just trying the best they could to take care of their families. And what did he do for them? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Sure, he paid them and everything, but the pleas for mercy rung in his mind. Many of which were from innocent people charged with heinous crimes who begged for him to hear them out, to listen to their side of the story.

But he chose to ignore them.

He was so caught up in himself, he didn't even notice their weeping families as they were executed. And each execution, he watched with his own eyes "Alfred...." He jumped at the slight touch on his injured arm, glancing down at you as slowly rose. "This is going to hurt." You warned, gently laying the rag on the scratches once again. Alfred hissed, his spaded tail twitching in pain and aggitation as his fangs nearly tore his bottom lip to pieces. But the pain slowly faded, leaving nothing but the touch of your gentle hands cleaning the dirt and infection from the tears in his pale skin. A wad of bandages was handed to you by Arthur, a devil with bright crimson red hair and vivid green eyes, who melted back into the shadows he had taken refuge in. You hummed a soft tune as you wound the white gauze over the wound, which had just barely stopped bleeding. "Thank you by the way."

Alfred jerked up at the sound of our voice, staring at you with confused blue eyes. "For saving me." You mutter, smiling a little bit as you dusted your (color) dress off. "Good night, Mister Jones." You whisper as you began to walk out the study doors. "You're welcome." You stopped and looked over your shoulder, tilting your head curiously as you turned back around. "Pardon me?"

"I said you're welcome." He growled, slumping further into the chair in front of the roaring fire. Well, as far as the large black bat wings would allow him to go. You hid your smile behind your hand, trying hard not to laugh. You quickly exited through the large double doors, not stopping until you got to your room. When you shut the door, you couldn't hold it in any longer. You were on the floor laughing so hard, clutching your sides as you gasped for air. You hoped Alfred hadn't heard you, but it was most likely he did. Your laughter died down a bit and you crawled into bed, not bothering to change into the night gown that had been laid out for you. You almost drifted off whe our thoughts turned to Alfred, s small smile ghosting your lips.

He reminded you of Lovino back at the village. Rough around the edges, but he was rather sweet once you got to know him. And he was quite handsome, despite the large black bat wings, long spaded tail, and the curled black horns that stood out from his jet black hair. 'I wonder if it's as soft as it looks....The thought passed through your sleepy mind, but you didn't cringe from it. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for him after all.