Demented // E.D. [PART THIRTY]
Summary: {PART THIRTY - GRACE} Is Grayson Dolan as angelic as he makes himself out to be?
Warnings: Angsty, talks of religion, graphic violence. Series Masterlist.
Y/N had awoken the next morning oddly refreshed—and in the arms of an angel. Literally.
Grayson’s arms were wrapped around her securely and his face was buried in her neck, still sound asleep. She smiled softly at the sight and dared not to move; his presence had always been comforting, but ever since last night’s events she’d been strangely feeling especially… enthusiastic about life. For instance, now that she’s agreed to leaving this godforsaken place with Grayson, she’d been feeling less worrisome and actually excited for the future. Could it be an angel’s touch?
Grayson’s eyes suddenly fluttered open and flocked to Y/N, and a smile crawled upon his lips. “Good morning, beautiful.”
“Good morning,” she replied in a quiet tone, shifting herself slightly beside him. “Hey, Gray? Where do you think we should go, you know, when we leave?”
His smile grew and he placed a hand on her cheek. “I was thinking about Australia. I know it’s pretty far but it’s incredibly beautiful there. You’ll love it, and we’ll be able to live out the rest of our lives together in peace, as things should be.”
She raised an eyebrow. “But you’re an angel and I’m a human—wouldn’t people get suspicious of me growing old and you staying young? And what happens when I die?”
He chuckled. “Where we’ll live it’s going to be pretty secluded, so we’ll have far less interaction with anybody for the most part. And when you’ll die? You’ll become an angel like me and we’ll live together in Heaven for all of eternity.”
Y/N was never the best at telling lies herself, nor was she a detective of when others were—but for some reason, she cannot help but feel as though there is something off about Grayson. She doesn’t know what it was, but when he was talking about their future together, there was some sort of glint in his eyes that looked suspicious. It kind of felt mischievous, like he was lying about something but she couldn’t figure out what. Lately there’s been a sort of aggressive ambiance when it comes to the angel, but she had blamed that on Jake who he detested with all his heart. She doesn’t know, but she does know that he’s changing somehow.
“So… when do you think we should leave?” she asked, yawning in the meantime.
Grayson flashed a toothy grin. “I was thinking tomorrow evening.”
She sat up a little, startled. “Tomorrow? Don’t you think that’s a little too soon?”
She had suddenly grown reluctant of it all, as if she had broken out of some dazed spell.
“Calm down, baby.” Grayson quickly sat up with her and grabbed her by the face, locking their lips together for a short kiss. “Tomorrow is an absolutely perfect time to leave this place.”
Suddenly, everything seemed fine again.
“Tomorrow is the perfect time,” Y/N repeated in agreement, settling back into his arms in a much more relaxed state.
The angel smirked victoriously.
Rose paced through Heaven worriedly, passing several angels left and right. When she finally arrived at the Golden Gates, she waited as patiently as she could, not wanting to disturb the Lord who was tending to His own business. When she was finally allowed in, she stalked right up the stairs and stumbled into His quarters, finding him sitting frustratingly in His seat as He glared at the small window that allowed Him to observe the world.
“Lord, we have a problem.”
“I am well have we have a problem, Rose. Many of them, in fact. But you must specify,” God spoke neutrally.
She sucked in a deep breath and exhaled, “Grayson is taking too long to bring Y/N here. I think he’s fallen smitten with her, Lord. He’s grown attached.”
He glanced at the square window once more before rising to His feet, uttering in a sharp tone, “I think we’ve made a mistake with Grayson.”
“Well, I wouldn’t exactly call it a mistake but-”
“Rose, his Guardian Angel status has dissipated from our system.”
She froze in her place as His words repeated in her mind. “Lord, that’s not possible. I mean, he still has his wings.”
“He may have his wings,” God took a step closer to her, revealing a troubled look on His face, “but he no longer has a soul.”
Rose trembled a little, her stomach plummeting with fear. “S-So that means…”
“Then we have to get him away from Y/N, whatever he is!” she exclaimed frantically with wide eyes. “He’s certainly does not have any decent intentions with her if he’s posing as an angel. We must go down there and confront him immediately before the young woman gets hurt.”
God shook His head. “I am afraid that we cannot do that.”
“Grayson has deeply betrayed us and while it is our fault that we put him on Earth in the first place, he must face his consequences on his own. His consequences are not given by us—at least, not directly. No, his punishment will be served in due time by necessary means.”
Rose sighed. “And how so?”
“As much as it pains me to say this, we must allow him to be confronted by his brother.”
Jake sat lonely in his cell as the officers in front of him chatted amongst themselves. He glared at the fellow prisoner who sat beside him, giving him a threatening look. If only he knew, he wouldn’t dream about messing with him. He kicked his knee up and down with anticipation, waiting for his opportunity to strike—obviously, he could get out of here very easily, but he wanted to wait for his moment. He continued to watch the idiotic mortals laugh about something and then walk away from the cell, completely out of view.
He turned to his cell mate and flashed a fake grin. “Charlie, right?”
The tattooed man sneered, “Don’t talk to me or I’ll kick your fuckin’ teeth in.”
Jake laughed. “You think you’re so violent, that kind of adorable.”
A pissed off Charlie flew out of his bed and grabbed Jake by the front of his jumpsuit, slamming him against the concrete wall. He spat in his face, “And you know what violence is? I doubt you killed your fuckin’ girl like they say you did, you’re pathetic. I’ll show you what real violence is.”
He raised his fist but Jake was quick enough to grab it and prevent the force, flinging Charlie down to the floor harshly. He grabbed the man by the throat and flashed him his very iconic black-eyed stare, making the prisoner tremble with fear.
Jake smiled, his teeth a gnarly display of spikes prepared to puncture into flesh. He leaned down closer to the shivering man’s neck and answered nonchalantly, “A demon.”
Then, he bit him. Charlie shrieked in agony, and blood splattered everywhere. Jake kept sinking his teeth into his neck before pulling away and tearing out a huge chunk of the flesh, killing him instantly. Jake spat out the remains and blood dribbled down his chin, then moved to where the prison bars sat, enclosing him in the small space. He gripped the metal and easily bent it out of the way before freeing himself. He smiled with glee, excited for what’s to come soon.
“Hey!” a voice shouted behind him; a police officer who stared in shock at the sight of a cruelly murdered prisoner. “Holy shit!”
Y/N was placing her clothes neatly in the suitcase while Grayson was downstairs packing up some things in the living room. She hummed a soft tune to herself, minding her business, when an odd sensation struck her out of the blue. Like something was wrong, and it was itching its way up her spine and she couldn’t shake it off. Her stomach tightened into a painful knot and she exhaled, deciding to exit the room and go downstairs.
“Gray?” she called out in search of him.
He hadn’t responded, so she made her way into the living room to see what he was up to. The smell of something burning immediately filled up her nostrils, and she wondered if Grayson had set up the fireplace. When she rounds the counter and enters the living room, she immediately freezes in place and gasps softly. Indeed, Grayson had lit the fireplace.
He was currently burning every single religious artifact that her parents out; crosses, paintings, the bible. He was flinging it carelessly into the flames, and Y/N had to blink repeatedly to see if her mind was playing tricks on her. But it was real, Grayson that apparent “angel” was burning things that had to do with his Savior without hesitation. Feeling her presence in the room, he stopped what he was doing and turned towards her. She gasped in horror.
His eyes were pitch black.
Grayson took a step closer to her and sighed. “Baby, I can explain.”
She shook her head and took a step back, stuttering out, “Y-You’re not… you’re not…”
“An angel?” he scoffed, shaking his head. “I guess I’m not. The jig is up.”
“W-Why… why?” she squealed, unable to form a coherent sentence. She was extremely terrified and confused all at the same time, and while she knows she should get away from him right now, she cannot. She’s frozen to the floor.
The former angel huffed, “Because of what you did to my brother. A demon is not to love, Y/N. We have no souls, the only thing we love is torture and destroying humanity. You ruined Ethan, and now I’m going to ruin you.”
Tears escaped her eyes as she backed even further away, closer to the front door. She was mentally praying this was all a nightmare; that Grayson wasn’t a demon who had posed as a angel and helped her escape, only to lead her right back into danger. None of it made sense at all. He had wings. He was able to go through churches. He was so kind to her.
She sniffled as he continued to approach her and said, “B-But you… you kissed me and said… you said we’d leave together. To be safe. To be in peace. T-To be angels.”
“Demons lie, you foolish girl,” Grayson snickered, his eyes as glistening black as ever. She felt like he could kill her in just one blink. “I’m not taking you to Australia, I’m taking you to Hell.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for whatever was supposed to happen as she couldn’t do much else—it’s not like she could outrun a demon, could she? She stayed firmly in place and hoped that the pain wouldn’t last too long. She waited and waited for that expected impact, however it didn’t come. Her eyes were still closed, as she was terrified to open them and see what sat there before her. What she wasn’t expecting was to hear a very familiar voice.
“Not if I fuckin’ take you there first, asshole.”
“Jake?” she murmured in confusion as she found him standing on top of Grayson, covered in blood and pinning him to the floor harshly with his feet.
But when Jake turned his head and looked at her, they were pitch black as well. She knew it right then and there, almost instantaneously.
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