"Ugh... you don't."
"You're awake!"
"How much did you hear?"
"I don't want to think what she went through in Heaven! Or something like this..."
"I see..."
"I guess you found out about how badly injured my soul is?"
"We have... If you don't mind me asking, how did you end up like this?"
"Of course, you don't have to answer his question-"
"No, it's alright. It should be known by now, since your army was there as well when I went to earth to fight those damned nephilims. If I'm not wrong they called me "The angel without weapons"."
"You were that girl? My people told me that they think that Heaven finally is losing it, or the angels are finally going crazy and decided to court death in a new way."
"Yeah, about that... When I arrived on earth, somehow some of my weapons and munition disappeared. So I had to make do one way or another."
Even if it meant that I would risk my life, I had to prove to the whole Paradise that I'm strong enough for the role of Commander of the Heavenly troupes.
"Even at the risk of your own life you still went head on against your enemy?"
"Yup."
"Lucifer, get some painkillers and sleeping pills!"
"What do you-"
"Don't even think about it! I just woke up and have no intention of going back to sleep!"
"I'll get them right away!"
"Sorry Princess, but you need more rest. So you either take only the painkillers and go back to sleep, or you take both the pan killers and sleeping pills, and you'll go to sleep without even knowing it!"
"Fine! I'll go to sleep by myself! But I'm going back to my room!"
"No, you'll be staying here so that I can keep an eye on you, more exactly on your wounds. Plus, I have to check how badly injured your soul is."
"... I don't have any chance of getting out of this, do I?"
"You don't."
I know he means well and that he has no intention whatsoever to hurt me, but I still don't like it. Though, anyone in his case would be worried, that is, if that person knows what it truly means to have your soul threads injured. And since he knows, he might as well be able to see that if not dealt with this problem before it spreads more, then, my friends might as well begin the preparations for my funeral.
"Here are the pills!"
"Good, give her 3 and 3/4 painkillers, and put the sleeping pills on the nightstand on my right."
"Okay. Here you go. Let me get you some water though-"
"No need. I already gulped them!"
"You... you will still drink water because it's not healthy to take pills without water to dissolve them!"
"Fine... But can you close the curtains before you leave? Also, thanks for the water and pills!"
"No need to thank me, plus, I don't think that thanking some for medicine is a good thing, or something like this. At least that's what humans say. I swear they have strange traditions!"
"At least I'm not the only one who thinks so!"
"Now then, have a nice sleep you two!"
"Go already!"
"I'm going, but first, the curtains."
With the curtains closed and Lucifer out of the room with strict orders to the guards to not let anyone near the room or inside without his approval or ours, I finally let myself sink into the pillows.
I felt the bed dip more near me and felt the cover being lifted and properly placed over me so that I won't be cold.
"Good night!"
"Good... night!"
With that said I felt a pair of hands taking me into the warm embrace of the one staying by my side and slowly started dozing of.
LUCIFER'S POV
I could tell that Leviathan is using his vital energy to heal her soul, but I still should research on the soul threads and how much they can take before the person who has such problems will be dead.
"How are they?"
Except for me, every single crowned head of Hell is dressed just like Rosemary and Leviathan. But Amon also has bandages all over him since he's healing was stopped by some kind of poison while they left Leviathan with it in order to prolong his torture.
"Leviathan had Rosemary go to sleep, so he could work on her soul threads. Apparently she had enough damage upon her from the very beginning, but adding the damage created by those damned things and the breaking of some of her seals must of have worsened her condition to the point that, Abigor, Toth and Kephu are having question marks on top of their heads and asked me if she truly is alive, or she is a puppet controlled by a soul."
"That bad?"
Amon had a frown all over his face which made me think that if even he is disturbed by this news than, the situation is bad enough to call forth for the elder council.
Unlike Heavens Elder Council, Hell's Elder Council is way better, and I mean it. Though they told us that, they would be there if we'll ever need their help, they also told us to not call them for mere problems with which we should be able to deal with. But the deep frown and sour looks on their faces proves that this time we will be in quite a lot of trouble, and we will need all the help we can get our hands on in order to help her. After all, she saved us all, so we owe her at least this much.
"Will they agree?"
"They have to! After all, it's been two hundred years since we last asked them for help, and even then, it was due to the fact that one of us almost died."
"So they might agree to help, but won't they ask for something in exchange?"
"They can try, but she is under our protection! They'll pay a heavy price if they try anything funny. Talking about protection, Belphegor, how are those two?"
"The angels? They are fine, stable, had them put in induced coma to recover faster from the sock and also to stop them from pestering our little heroine!"