Page 12 of Found In Destruction

“We believe that her magic is atypical from being outside of her time period for too long. It basically ate away at her, and became uncontrollable due to destabilization. From what Michael said, she’s been under a lot of stress, too. This can cause an individual to experience magical outbursts, and because Diana is so powerful, her outbursts can be deadly.”

“You didn’t mention treatment,” I reminded her.

“Because there isn’t a treatment, per say. She needs to rest and adapt to being in her own time. When she’s ready, she’ll wake up. Until then there isn’t much that can be done.”

Lucifer’s face twisted, and before he could snap at the poor woman Bash asked, “I’m an incubus. Can I use my powers to poke around in her mind? I may find a way to fix her through her psyche.”

“Ethically, I would advise against that. She hasn’t consented to you entering her psyche, nor do we have any directive on file,” Dr. Greene responded in a serious tone. Obviously she didn’t know the kind of men she was dealing with.

We moved way past being ethical with Diana when we kidnapped her from a nightclub and faked her death. I was unethical on day one when I visited her in the jazz bar she worked in.

“Well good thing I don’t need your approval for alternative treatment,” Lucifer huffed, dismissing the doctor by walking back into his daughter’s room. Bash and I followed him in, in case we needed to intervene in some way. He wasn’t himself, not that I could blame him.

“Fuck the doctor, we’re going in there and fixing it ourselves,” he spoke loudly as he paced in front of her bed.

“Luci, why don’t we give it a few days, then if she doesn’t make progress on her own, we can intervene,” Michael suggested in a soft tone, trying to placate the man.

Lucifer spun on his heels, as if he was going to snap at Michael, but one stern look from his ex had the devil himself rounding his shoulders.

“I’m going to take your father for a walk, and we can talk to the doctors again. Try to come up with a concrete plan,” Michael murmured to Oisín.

After they left, the crew–plus Oisín, Charlie, and Judas–all looked at each other.

“I think you should take a peek into her psyche and see what’s going on,” I said to Bash. “Don’t prod or mess with anything, though. We just need a more accurate assessment of what’s going on in there.

“I don’t particularly trust you to go rooting around in my sister’s brain,” Oisín scoffed as he held her hand. “You decimated her. She cried for weeks over you assholes. And knowing you, you’re not even sorry about it.”

“I am sorry. I’ve had some time to reflect, and I handled the situation in a less than ideal way.” Bash needed to work on his apology—it sucked.

“If my father approves it, I’m going with you. I won’t let you twist her mind or alter it in any way,” he insisted.

“Fine. But don’t complain when you see things you don’t want to see.” Bash sat at the foot of her bed, grabbing her foot under the blanket and squeezing it.

“Once Lucifer is back from his walk with Michael, we can get him alone and start planning,” Az said. He’d been quietly standing in the corner this whole time, staring at her from afar.

“Good plan, Feathers,” Ares agreed. It was nice to know he could be there for Az when I couldn’t. I was supposed to be working on my relationship with him, showing him I was serious about us. But I had dropped the ball, too consumed by my sadness to spare it any thought.

I was a fuck up and a failure, just like my father always told me I was.

“Desmond?” Bash’s voice broke me from my musing, bringing me back to the here and now. “Got a mindlink from Lucifer, we’re going to meet him here tonight at half past eleven.”

“Okay, sounds good.” I moved next to the bed and ran my fingers through Diana’s hair, cupping her cheek in my hand.

Her face remained impassive, not even the slightest twitch or expression.

I’m not sure if you can hear me, dollface, but I’m sorry. Things are going to be different now. We’ll get you out of this mess.

After spendingthe past hour pacing, I couldn’t wait any longer and arrived at her room at eleven. I sat on her bedside, staring at her for a few moments, willing her to wake up. She had always woken up when we stared at her.

“Desmond, go away,” she groaned, rolling onto her stomach and burying her head under a pillow. “You’re such a creep.”

“Wake up, you’re six minutes late coming down for breakfast, and I’m not adjusting your training schedule. You only have twenty four minutes to get ready and grab a bite,” I reminded her. “Tick tock.”

“Ugh, if I had a dad you’d be way more annoying than him. Keep on ordering me around, but I’m not calling you Daddy.”

“I don’t know, Little Goddess. He really enjoys being called Daddy, especially in bed,” Ares laughed at the doorway. “You need help in the shower?”

“No,” I answered her. “Ares and I are going downstairs. You have twenty three minutes now,” I snapped.

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