Damien nodded. "I'll do my best." He said softly, leading her out. "My name is Damien. I already know your name. I've known it since I was, like, six." He looked back at her. "I should tell you now, I am part demon...so there may be some things about me that seem weird. I'll try to keep that side down, but that's how I know you'll get cut. Sometimes I see the wrong time."
Zula tried to keep her eyes on their linked hands so she wouldn't have to see the dead lying around. "S-since you were six..." she repeated, trying to get her mind on something other than death and blood and destruction. Demon? Weren't demons supposed to be bad? "Why?"
"I was selected as a...last resort." Damien told her, pulling her closer and putting an arm around her. He kept her in a way she couldn't see the blood and her dead loved ones so well. "Who better to protect against the darkness than someone of it who can't be so easily affected by it?"
"Oh." Zula honestly wasn't even trying to keep up with whatever he was talking about; she was just thankful that he was shielding her view. "Last resort for what?" she asked quietly, gripping his shirt tightly and trying not to stumble.
"Protecting you..." Damien paused, listening. He heard the rustle. "Okay, we really gotta move." He opened the door and tugged her out, picking up the pace once they were outside and away from the death. He wanted to get her out of there. A shadowy figure was lurking and he knew that figure was there to hurt Zula.
Zula kept his shirt in a death-grip as she tried to move quickly, her eyes darting around. "Damien, I'm scared," she whimpered softly, beginning to sniffle again. What if whatever killed everyone else decided to kill them too? Wasn't she too young to die?
Damien stopped when the figure appeared in front of them. He pushed Zula behind him, but not before a knife came out of thin air, flying at her head. It sliced her cheek. "Don't worry, I'll protect you. As long as I don't see you dead, I can always protect you from it."
Zula nodded in horror-stricken silence, though she knew he couldn't see it now that she was behind him. She could feel blood dripping down her cheek, warm and unpleasant, but she was too frozen to wipe it away. "D-don't get hurt, okay?" she whispered.
"I'll try..." Damien was staring down the figure, realizing it wasn't aware of what he was and wasn't capable of. He hoped to use that to his advantage. "I've got a message for your master." He said to the figure, his voice demonic. "Be ready, because if you even get near her, I'll drag you to he.ll and beat you until it actually seems better than me continuing."
His voice made Zula tremble, keeping her eyes on the ground; why did someone who could become scary so suddenly have to be her protector? Couldn't it be someone a little... not so demonic? Still, she couldn't help the vaguely flattered feeling that someone actually wanted to keep her safe. Someone that barely knew her. "Can't you just... I don't know... k-kill it..?"
"If I kill this one, more would come, and they'd keep coming." Damien waited for the figure to leave before turning to her, returning his voice to normal. "This will buy us time, because really I'm not that powerful. I'm more of a shield than a sword, if you understand. Or a blunt sword that looks very sharp. Or a man holding a gun to your head that's not even loaded."
Zula grimaced, fidgeting as she kept her eyes away from his. "Do you have to use such awful analogies..?" Why did they all have to do with war or death in some way? Couldn't things just be nice today? "You were right. About the cut, I mean." She glanced up at him briefly before looking back at the ground.
Damien brushed his thumb over her cheek, wiping up the blood. "Okay, I'm about to do something weird, and you have to promise not to freak out, because it'll heal you."
"W-weird?" Zula looked up at him again uncertainly. Could she really trust this guy? But he said it would heal her... And it wasn't like he'd lied or anything yet... "Okay..."
Damien nodded and licked her cheek. He ran his tongue from one end of the cut to the other, and it was like a zipper, closing it right up and healing it without a single trace. He grimaced. "Sorry. it was either that or spit and I figured the tongue would be better."
Zula giggled despite herself, rubbing at her cheek. "Tickles..." She realised she probably sounded like an idiot just then, and quickly shut her mouth as she remembered their situation. This was not the time to be ticklish while some stranger licked her face out of the blue.
Damien couldn't help but chuckled. "Yeah, it'd always tickle...on anyone." He took her hand gently. "Come on. Can you hide your wings?"
Well at least his smile didn't seem too evil... Zula held his hand with both of hers. "Um... N-no, I..." She shook her head, wishing she didn't stutter so much. "I don't know how..."
"Well all angels can do it..." Damien bit his lip. "Usually...they have a feeling or emotion that causes it...Some just have to be touched in a certain place. It depends on the angel..."
"Touch?" Zula eyed him, suddenly even more cautious than before. "Don't touch me weird. I'm ticklish. Okay?" A giggling was probably the last thing she needed right now. Her brow furrowed and she tapped his lower lip lightly. "You shouldn't do that..."