Aris was quickly serviced upon by Capet and some of the other servants. She was given a new gown, though she refused to have them put it on her for her own sake. She and Nathaniel were led to their rooms, Nathaniel's was down the hall from her's.<br/><br/>As Capet opened the door, Aris walked into a nice, oak-laden room. it was simply furnished with a soft looking bed, a dressing curtain, and a bed stand. Capet excused himself, leaving Aris to do as she wished. The first thing the angel did was collapse onto the downy bed with a sigh.<span style="font-style: italic">It's like a cloud,</span>she thought sleepily as she blinked her eyes slowly. She was quick to fall asleep.<br/><br/>------------------------------------<br/><br/>Death. Blood, bodies everywhere. Aris stood in the center of a bloodbath, watching as the horrific show ensued. Demons were surrounding her, devouring her kin with scarlet teeth shining, watching her with soulless eyes. Tearing wings from the backs of their victims, grinning madly as they howled in pain. Aris could not move, could not close her eyes, could not escape this. The blackened demons grew closer, ready to tear at her as they had done to the others. Ready to kill.<br/>Overlooking it all, watching, were two eyes. Unblinking, watching in unhalting fascination of what its underlings could do.<br/><br/>Aris jolted up from the bed, gasping for air. Her face was pale and her body was soaked with icy cold sweat.<span style="font-style: italic">Those eyes.... again...</span>She shook her head, trying to remove the thought from her mind. It didn't work. Her breath returned to normal, she let out a sigh.<br/><br/>"...Aris..." The angel turned to the doorway, to see Nathaniel standing there, lit candle in hand. He only had his trousers on, showing three, long scars across his chest. Aris had seen these before, she was not shocked by them, but his sudden appearance made her draw the blanket further up her chest.<br/><br/>"...I woke you...?" She looked at him curiously, wondering what he could be doing up otherwise. He looked at her, a bit of humor twinkling in his eyes as he said, "I'm surprised you didn't wake the entire estate."<br/><br/>"Sorry." she murmured. A pause before Nathaniel responded again.<br/><br/>"...You dreamed of Xerxes, didn't you...?" Aris looked at him, surprised he had guessed her thoughts so easily. "I haven't been able to sleep because of him" He muttered, looking away.<br/><br/>"...Why did you come back?" Nathaniel looked at her, his bright blue eyes glinting in the light of the candle, somewhat surprised.<br/><br/>"If I took a step in Xerxes' direction, I would be slaughtered. He has no need of me, since I betrayed him."<br/><br/>"...You don't need to tag along now. The humans-" "You think the mortals will just help you without anything in return??" Aris was slightly shocked at the harshness of his words. He continued, looking straight into her eyes, trying to convince her.<br/><br/>"The mortals probably want to lead you into a sense of security, then sell you to King Xerxes himself!"<br/><br/>"You don't know that!" Aris grew tense as Nathaniel's words grew harsher, louder. He began to slowly near her, never ceasing eye contact. Aris shrank back, fearful of the way he looked at her with such force. Each word he spoke was forceful, he spoke lowly, so she would listen. "You have been on this earth for three days, Aris. I have known this world since birth. I know far better than you about what these mortals are capable of."<br/><br/>He stepped back, looking elsewhere, wandering through his own thoughts. Aris' voice was as quiet as a mouse, she could hardly say the words out of fear of what he might do. "Not all mortals are as you think they are, Nathaniel."<br/><br/>He let out a sigh, turning from her, and he headed to the doorway. Placing his free hand on the door frame, he muttered, "Goodnight, Miss Aris"<br/><br/>Before the angel realized the words spilling from her mouth, she spoke, "Goodnight, Prince Nathaniel." Her eyes widened when she did realize, and she looked up to see Nathaniel growing tense. His shoulders tensed, the hand on the frame tightened. She was about to apologize, when, without another word, Nathaniel left.