The entire world was wrong, was what Remiel realized as he and Kol made their way through the city.  While he knew demons weren’t gone since he had been in a camp run by them since the beginning of the war, he had expected the humans to be in control for the most part.  Demons had...taken over.  He had expected to even run into some of the humans by now but everywhere that he led them, seemed to multiply in the amount of demons.  It was a miracle that they hadn’t run into any yet.  Maybe that meant Father was still watching…<br/><br/>“A little further,” he urged her, his voice soft and rough from disuse.  Other than screaming or the occasional act of defiance and, he had refused to say anything, to give them anything.  He would have even begged for death if he hadn’t known it would have brought them immense joy.  He knew what he was looking for, but he had to get them there safely and as quietly as possible.<br/><br/>He could travel quicker without the woman at his side, but he owed her his life.  She had defied the demons only to come talk to him and to take care of him.  When he had his chance to escape, he’d taken her with him.  It wasn’t even a question in his mind.  He would have gotten more if he could have, but he had also expected to run into someone who could help him free the rest.  For being the Angel of Hope, Remi was starting to lose hope at finding anyone that could help.  Where were the angels?<br/><br/>Finally, he saw the broken and rundown hospital in front of him.  Of course with probable help came the laughter and yells of many demons with it.  They were all around.  He set Kol down behind a secluded pillar.  The poor woman was terrified and rightfully so.  At any moment, a demon could find them and either kill them or worse, carry them back.  Truthfully, that thought terrified him more than being killed.<br/><br/>He moved ahead, blue eyes scanning the broken window they would have to enter.  His footsteps were as light as they could be given his own injuries he hadn’t had the time to dwell on, or even begin to count.  Pressing a hand against a high stack of fallen rubble, he leaned into it to rest.  He could sense the demons all around and while he could intimidate them, he was wondering if it was going to be enough.<br/><br/>As if distracted by something else, something he felt guilty for being grateful for, the demons moved away.  He just hoped whatever poor soul they were after would be able to escape, or he never found out about it.  He could taste bile in the back of his throat at the selfish thought alone.  By the time he made it back to Kol, he had gotten his limp and his own pain back under control.  Part of it was he needed to look strong in front of Kol and in case they were attacked, the other part was a matter of pride.  Angels were meant to be strong and he didn’t want to be a disgrace.<br/><br/>“Come on,” he whispered quietly, helping her to the window as they both climbed awkwardly inside.  From there it was climbing up rubble and debris as they made their way higher.  Occasionally they took the stairs but those were often in worse shape.  By the time they had made it a few floors up, his back was on fire once again.  Even if he hadn’t used his wings to get them here, the exertion in his body made them throb across his entire back.  The cuts along his body stung with sweat and being reopened, but his face remained calm and stoic.  He’d like to say he had worse, but he hadn’t ever had to suffer for so long like this.  It was...annoying to not be healed yet and he would one day make the demons feel the pain that he did, but for now…<br/><br/>“I think we’re safe here. Rest. I’ll be right back.”  Reassurances given, he made his way through the drawers and cabinets, pulling out gauze and tape.  He found a pair of scissors and some old scrubs in a bottom drawer and pulled them out as well.  Carrying the prized bundle in his arms, he made his way back to the dark haired woman and set the supplies down beside her.<br/><br/>“Let’s get those cuts taken care of,” he smiled softly at her before ripping the scrubs to use as a makeshift cloth.