A tall thin man sat beside the single bed he'd moved a few times over the last three days but had always returned to the small wooden chair.
“Who are you?” he asked the stranger in the bed a few times.
“No idea.” The patient croaked after he'd been there for three days, blood dripped from the corner of his mouth as he spoke. “I suppose I could ask the same of you.”
My name is Amarantine” the tall man replied the patient frowned.
“What?” the patient whispered his mind swimming.
“I know it’s a mouthful” Amarantine smiled. “And you are?”
“I don’t know.” The patient frowned he shifted as much as his battered body would allow and Amarantine saw a shower of feathers fall to the wooden floor. He bent down using a clean cloth to wipe the blood from the corner of the angels mouth.
“You most likely have mild amnesia it can happen sometimes.” The angel nodded his mind hadn’t processed any of the words spoken he had seen Amarantine's mouth move and then his eyes slid closed.
When he awoke again another even taller figure stood beside the bed talking quietly to Amarantine.
“He doesn’t remember anything.” Amarantine sighed.
“That’s probably for the best.” The other person said the angel in the bed looked at him. “Hello” the stranger smiled. “How do you feel?”
“Like I'm in a zoo” the angel grumbled the stranger smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Do you remember anything?” he asked.
“No names?” the stranger prompted brushing the filthy bloodstained hair out of the angels eyes as he shook is head.
“Well I can tell you a little, my names Lou” the stranger said “and you have a few names to choose from.” The angel frowned. “Due to a complex set of circumstances you’ve had three names in your lifetime, the first is Cyrus.” The angels nose wrinkled and Lou laughed quietly. “The second was 2275, not really a name though.” The angel snorted then coughed blood staining his teeth.
“And the third?” he choked.
“Dawn” Lou smiled Dawn nodded.
“I’ll take that one then” he said Lou stood up.
“Then that’s what I’ll call you.” He said looking at Amarantine, “I'm going to take young Dawn home, will you join us?” Amarantine nodded.
“I think some time down there will do me some good, besides I haven’t seen Iblis for a while.” Lou nodded. “I’ll go and pack.” Amarantine said and left moving slowly.
“Where are we going?” Dawn frowned.
“Home” Lou said.
“But I'm an angel, home is up not down.
“You know where you are?” Lou asked.
“No” Dawn said, “but there is nothing above Paradise.”
“You remember Paradise?”
“Vaguely, no details though.” Dawn hissed as he tried to move Lou rested a hand on his shoulder.
“Don’t try and move” he said quietly, “you're badly injured.”
“So if I'm going down,” Dawn said settling back into the pillows. “Where will I be?” he asked Lou smiled.
“I’d rather not say I don’t want to unnerve you”
“Unnerve me?” Dawn growled “so we’re going to Hell?” he stated Lou smiled widely showing sharp teeth,
“You haven’t lost your perceptive capabilities have you” he said as Amarantine came back in a small bag on his back.
“Are we ready?” he asked.
“I suppose I have no choice.” Dawn said Amarantine laughed.
“You have a choice on everything but this,” Lou said “you'll heal quicker in Hell.”
“Fine” Dawn said “I'm turning into a daemon anyway”
“What makes you say that?” Lou asked gently taking Dawn's hand,
“I'm an angel on earth, the longer I stay the more likely it is and now I'm going to Hell what chance do I have?”
“Being a daemon isn’t so bad.” Lou smiled at him “the change can be a little rocky but I’ll look after you.” Dawn looked at him, his bloodshot eyes darkening.
“Well,” he smiled sardonically “aren’t I the lucky one?” he snarled and Lou laughed laying his hand on Amarantine's shoulder.
“Hold tight” Lou grinned.