Child of a Demon

“Mm-mm,” he negated. Clenching his jaw, he shifted slightly to sit up more. “Mum was the witch. My powers are more drstructive.” He let out a slow breath, perusing her tools. “You’ll have to sew it.”

“Don’t bother,” he insisted, rolling onto his side. Icarus lifted his shirt to expose the worst injury-a still-bleeding gash across his ribs. “I’ve stopped up the rest, but-” he panted, unable to continue.

“Shit,” Sophie cursed as she saw the wound, and she whispered an apology as she moved to try to pressure on it to try to stem the bleeding, “I can try to sew it up. but I’m not sure how I’ll do.”

The demonic presence in the city had been almost tangible from the moment Damian stepped foot inside. It was stronger than anything he had experienced before, and yet, it somehow send… Diluted. It was the strangest sensation, altogether - and it ignited his curiosity like few things had before.

So Damian started looking. He followed the scent, the feeling, and the reports of missing persons until he tracked down the demon, finally, after almost weeks or catching faint traces of him. With a smirk on his face, Damian looked at the bar which lay ahead of him. He was certain the demon was in there, and by now, Damian was intrigued without ever having talked to him. The man stepped inside, a layer of blue covering and hiding his irises as he surveyed the room. In this enclosed space, the trail was easier to follow, and after just a few seconds of careful observation, he moved over to Icarus’ table and sat down - wordless, at first.

Her lack of concern over his abilities certainly made the situation simpler. Icarus left her on the bed while he retrieved his bag, setting it on a nearby table and pulling out gauze and medical tape. “What happened, exactly?”

Icarus let his head rest on the step, every sharp cut of the stairs digging into his skin. He forced his eyes to stay open to prevent him from passing out. Breathing through his nose, he tried to force a shield around him, one that would at least make passerby take no notice of him. The effort sent his head spinning. “Hurry,” he mumbled, growing angrier at the situation.

Sophie hurried as fast as she could. She didn’t know if her kit would be enough to take of his injuries, and she wished she could get him to a hospital, but she wasn’t gonna push the subject if he didn’t want to go.

It took everything he had left to continue walking. By the time he was set down, Icarus blacked out briefly, the world spinning as he came to. All he heard was ‘safe’; this definitely wasn’t safe. An angel could follow a blood trail, surely, and he doubted this girl was any kind of witch or hunter. Icarus lifted his head, groaning as he tried to sit up. Her assistance would mean little if they were followed. He had to put wards up-but then a wave of nausea forced his head back down.

“Oh, here, certainly. I mean, wards fail, or can be subverted. I can’t.” His grin wasn’t so much reassuring as it was wolfish. “I think we passed awkwardness about ten minutes ago.”

“Mm.” He took the kettle off the stove, pouring water into his cup and leaving the tea to steep. “I’ll have to come ward it for you. Unless, of course, you’d rather stay here.”

They made to the porch, which was better than nothing. She sat him down gently, glancing around to make sure they wouldn’t be disturbed. “There you go. This isn’t ideal, but it’ll work. I’m gonna be right back okay?”

She glanced at him once more before disappearing into the building, moving as fast as she could to her apartment to get some towels and her first aid kit, hoping she’d be able to do something to help.

Keeva had left the door to her bedroom write open, hoping to catch the moment when Icarus woke up, but after several hours and the adrenaline rush dying down, she has passed out in her armchair. Just a nap, she had thought, and wanted to grant that for herself, but it didn’t quite work that way. With the uncomfortable sleeping position, however, Icarus’ groans while sitting up were enough to wake her. Instantly annoyed, she rushed over and tried to force Icarus back down with a gentle hand on his shoulder. “You should stay down today! Rest and allow yourself to heal! Unless, you know, you want to re-open everything and lose even more blood, then be my guest.”