His second chance at a happy life

Oldest Friend

I heard her scream as I took a hit in my wing, causing me to fall out of the air. I could feel myself being pulled between realms. I grunt and take my pendent out.

"Grendel?" The purple hue glowed as I saw Samanatha race towards me. Fear washes over me for the first time in eons. She came running at lightning speed, projecting many ghost-like swords out into the air. My fear gets replaced with pride. She was amazing. I watch as one hits him in the gut, leaving a large hole. He lets out a large scream and runs away.

"My good lord, my man, what have you got yourself into?" Grendel appeared on the other side of me, staring down with his arms crossed. I look at him and Samantha, who's eyes widen at the giant demon. He grunts, lifting me into a sitting position. I lift my injured wing and sigh.

"Are you alright?" I turned to Samantha. Her face was pale white. She was holding in her tears. I could see the red under her eyes as she looked over me. As soon as she was certain I wasn't that badly hurt, she smacked my arm then pulled me into a hug. I made a painful expression as she pulled away.

"Am I alright? ARE you okay? That looks painful." She reaches for the hurt wing but stops short of touching it. "Also, who?" She points to the red-winged demon that watched us with a face of amusement. He looks at the woman with a smile and extends a hand. She hesitates to grasp the clawed hand but does and, getting on one knee, he kisses the back of her hand. Her cheeks flush and they lock eyes. I grunt using my bad shoulder to push him back away, knocking him on his a*s as I used too much force. I groan in pain.

"I'll be fine, Demons can't die." I said through gritted teeth, then looked at Grendel. "Samantha, Grendel, Grendel, Samantha. Never touch her again." I glared at him as he stood reaching down to help me get up as well, letting out a laugh.

"The pleasure is all mine." He says, looking at her, ignoring me, then bows his head her way. "Grendel Withers. I now understand his desperation to get back to you." I smacked him on the head to get his attention.

"Hello, injured here. I need help getting to my potions." I looked at Samantha, who is clearly flustered. "Samanatha go back inside with everyone else, please. I am going to go to my house to heal up, then I will call you. I promise." This snaps her attention back to me and she blinks. I try my best not to sound commanding.

"What? You're hurt, and you think you can leave my side." She lets out a dry laugh. "I'm going wherever you do. What if something else happened to you?" Holding on to Grendel's arm and, taking a step towards her, I took her hand.

"You will be safe here. Where I am going is not ment for you to go." Before I could say more, she gripped my hand, staring hard into my eyes.

"Where you go, I go. I don't think I can go three days again without hearing from you, so either you take me or you take me." I let my smile slip out as I looked down at her.

"So, I don't get a say?" She shakes her head. I let out a small laugh as I pulled her into a tight embrace. "Alright but I did warn you, the trip there isn't favorable to stomachs and the Underworld itself is not the friendliest of places love." Her body stiffens and I nod to Grendel, who uses his ability to teleport between realms. I hold her closer as she muffles a scream into my chest as the feeling of the ground disappears from under us. The world around us starts to twist and fold into itself, leaving a knot in everyone's stomachs. Once we make it to the other side of my living room, I grab my small trash can before she starts to empty her guts. Grendel can be heard laughing as he heads to the kitchen.

"I'll make her some tea." I guided her to my couch and rubbed her back as she slowly regained her composure. I kiss the top of her head, remembering the first time I was granted the chance to use Grendels' powers. It was awful.

"How are you feeling love?" I asked quietly in her ears, pushing her hair out of her face. A few tears escape her eyes and I whip them away. She glances at me then groans.

"Terrible you saw me puke! How embarrassing!" I couldn't hold in the chuckle that slipped out of my lips, causing her to glare at me.

"I still think you are the most breathtaking person I have ever met." I said in her ear as I rested her head on my chest. I do my best to keep the grunts in from the pain in my wing.

"I got the ointment," Grendel says, placing the container on the coffee table, then heads back into the kitchen as the whistle in the kitchen sounds off. I shift to reach for the ointment, but Samantha gets to it first. Her face is still a pale green, but she motions for me to hand her the injured wing.

"I'll be gentle," She mutters as she touches the bloody wing. I groan from both the pleasure of her soft skin on my feathers and the pain from the large gash across my left wing. Before she put the cream on, she took the wet cloth he didn't notice was brought over and started to clean the wound. I got lost watching her as she worked diligently, the looks on her face were constantly changing as she saw my wound start to slowly stitch itself back together.

"The ointment makes it go by faster. I wasn't going to be gone long." I said in a low voice as she began the last part with the cream. She finished and took a sip of the tea the Grendel set down a few minutes ago.

"Maybe I just wanted to be with you." She says, going a deep red. I started to feel the ache in my body as I pulled her against my chest, but I ignored the pain as I felt her relax against me. The slight discomfort was worth the feeling of her in my arms. My ribs were starting to fuse back together and her warmth felt good on the sore parts. I let out a small sigh listening to the heavy steps of Grendel as he came back in with a bowl of chips.

"My friend, you really know how to pick the best furniture." I heard Grendel grunt as he took a seat on the only chair that was out of place. I had learned that my friend had been repaired with a bad back a long time ago, and he was never right again. I found a comfortable Victorian-style chair that was able to relive some of his pain, and so I made sure to have one in every place I own just so my oldest friend could be comfortable. Samantha tenses slightly in my arms and peeks out at the large demon who was now leaning on a pink plush chair with dark brown polished wood. The back was cut in so that when he rested his wings would drape back, being able to relax his spine and shoulders. He looked silly with the black outfit and long black hair, deep red wings and onyx horns against the floral print pink chair. I felt the giggle slip from her chest while looking at him as he slouches, sinking into the cushions.

"Are you a fan of plushy furniture?" He looks at her though mostly shut lids and shrugs.

"It's for the bad back." She bites her lip, stopping her laugh that almost left her chest.