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Maze stood, shocked as a ball of white feathers and tweed slid to a stop by her feet. Her skin burned as the Holy energy rushed through the room, but it was nowhere near as bad as it could have been. The angel had saved her. He could have grabbed Trixie and winked out of reality saving them both from that blast, but he had chosen to stay and protect her, a demon, from what would have been a very painful smiting.
She stared at the still form until a sob broke into her shock. “Trixie!” she cried as she rushed forward and grabbed the angel by the wing. She threw it back to reveal the young girl curled up against the angel’s chest, fingers buried in her hair crying. “Trixie,” she said again, dropping onto the soft feathers around the girl.
“Maze!” Trixie cried and scrambled up and into the demon’s arms.
“Where are you hurt?” the demon demanded as she ran her hands over Trixie’s arms and legs.
Trixie sniffed and pulled back from Mazikeen. “I’m not,” she said, scrubbing her hand into her eye. She sniffed again and looked down at the angel that had saved her. “Is he okay?”
Mazikeen looked at the still form lying supine next to them. “Maybe,” she said. Reaching out, she touched his chest. A subtle rise and fall marked the angel’s breath and the solid thumping of his heart met her fingers. “He’s alive,” the demon said as she stood up from the soft feathers around her. She helped Trixie to her feet. Maze cast her eyes over the downed angel taking in the odd twist in his wing. “But I don’t think he’s in good shape.”
“We have to help him,” Trixie said as she stepped off his injured wing.
“Why?” the demon asked, still staring at the strange angel. “I don’t think he’s hurt bad enough to discorporate.”
Trixie gave her a confused look.
“Die,” Maze clarified. “He’s not going to die from that.”
“But he’s hurt,” Trixie complained. “We have to do something.”
Mazikeen raised a questioning eyebrow at the girl. She was a demon and did not see the point in helping a random angel.
Trixie grabbed the demon’s hand and shook it. “He saved me,” she explained. “We can’t just leave him.”
Rolling her eyes, Maze let out a groan. Trixie was right. She couldn’t leave the angel as he was. He had saved them both. “Fine,” she said, shaking Trixie’s hand loose. “Help me get him to the couch.” Between the two of them, the demon and child got the angel up and over to Lucifer’s sofa.
Laying the man-shaped being on his stomach, Mazikeen draped the angel’s good wing over the back of the sofa. The injured one she let splay out over the floor. She considered it for a moment. “I don’t think this is broken,” she said as she reached down to manipulate the joint. “Just out of place.”
“Can you fix it?” Trixie asked from where she leaned on the back of the couch near the angel’s head.
“Of course,” Maze said with another roll of her eyes. “I’m Hell’s best torturer.” She braced her boot against the base of the wing and gripped the long bone of the lower wing.. “I don’t just know how to dislocate joints.” She gave the wing a mighty tug and twist that popped the joint back into place. “I can relocate them too.” Letting go of the wing, she removed her foot from the angel’s back and dusted the powder down from her hands.
“Will he be okay now?” Trixie asked as she reached to touch the notable goose egg that had developed on the back of the angel’s head.
Maze reached out and grabbed the curls covering the wound. She lifted the hair to look at the damaged scalp underneath. “His essence is strong and this doesn’t look all that bad. He should heal fairly quickly.” The sound of the elevator opening drew the demon’s attention and she turned to find three people coming through the door.
“Crawly,” Mazikeen breathed as soon as she recognized the traitor stepping out.
Crowley turned to look at her. His eyes fell to the limp angel on the couch. “Angel,” he screeched and launched himself towards the couch.
Stepping into his path, Maze laughed as she caught the weight of the Serpent and rolled under the attack. She twisted to keep herself between the attacking demon and his target. She may be a demon, but she would not let him kill the angel that had saved Trixie. They both came up into a fighting stance. Scales slid across Crowley's skin as he bared his fangs and hissed.
“Come at me,” Maze prompted as she drew out her daggers.
Crowley hissed again and gathered himself for another attack. He stretched his arm out and pulled a wooden staff out of thin air.
“Wait,” Lucifer cried as he hurried over to the dueling pair. He looked at the unconscious angel. “What did you do to Aziraphale?” he asked.
Maze held her stance, unwilling to look away from her enemy. “I didn’t do anything to him," she said with a growling note to her words.
“Then what happened to him?” Lucifer waved his hand at the angel.
Stepping out of her attack stance she gripped her daggers harder, ready to jump back to the unconscious man shaped being's defense. “He got blasted across the room and hit his head.”
“It’s my fault,” Trixie cut in. She moved to stand in front of her mother.
Chloe crouched down to her daughter’s level to listen.
“He was helping the angel in there.” The girl pointed to Lucifer’s bedroom. “And I touched one of her cuffs.”
Crowley drew in a sharp breath as his demonic aspects dropped away.
“Are you hurt?” Chloe asked, checking her daughter over for injury.
"No," Trixie admitted. She turned to look at her savior. “He wrapped me in his wings so I wouldn’t get hurt.”
Reaching out, Chloe pulled her daughter into her arms to hold her. “It’s okay pumpkin. You’re safe now.”
Crowley stalked towards Mazikeen. “Move,” he growled.
Mazikeen tensed, ready to defend the angel as the Serpent drew near. She didn’t know much about Crowley except that he’d been on Earth, opposing Heaven’s agent since the first days of the garden. He was a cunning and ruthless demon that was responsible for a good number of the calamities that had befallen mankind. There was no telling what he would do to a wounded angel.
“Stand down, Mazikeen,” Lucifer said. “Let him get to his angel.”
“His angel?” Mazikeen asked, stunned.
“My husband,” Crowley corrected as he shouldered his way past the stunned demon.
“Husband?” Mazikeen said in a surprised note. “You married an angel?”
“I married my best friend,” Crowley explained as he knelt down next to the angel’s head. “But, then again, when God makes a suggestion, my angel isn’t one to object.”
Maze stood there with her mouth open, not sure how to address that statement