Ronove stood very still, willing himself not to go to her. If he didn't move, then maybe he could stop from grabbing her and holding her tight in his arms.
"That's odd..." His voice was rough, as he tried to pull himself together.
"I- I'm unsure of how to secure your safety this evening," Ronove forced himself to be the frigid demon he should be.
"Aside from a guard posted outside your chambers, I believe I will have a cot brought in the cell for myself," Ronove nearly jumped at the idea. It was perfect. He could be there with her, with a perfectly legitimate excuse.
"That way, if you have another dream that manifests, I can call for help immediately."

[[I know right! I like to torment my male charries!]]

Ronove opened the door and spoke softly to the demon guards outside. He made arrangements for a cot and bed linens to be brought.
"Amaya, I will return in a few hours. I have something I must attend to now. There will be guard just outside. Hopefully, I can find some answers about why the roses attacked you."

[[ It's alright. I get like that sometimes!]]

Ronove left the room in a hurry. He had thought of something that might explain the attack on Amaya. He nearly dashed to the small but well appointed library in his apartment.
He searched the books, quickly scanning titles looking for a particular title.
Ronove grabbed a book from the shelf and read quickly flipping pages. His eyes flew back and forth, absorbing the information.
"Oh no, that can't be it," Ronove shuddered. He read farther and gasped.
Ronove flew out of the room, running down to Amaya's room.
"Amaya! Amaya!" he called down the hall as he ran.

Ronove spoke quickly to the angel.
"We have to go NOW!" he bellowed at her, trying to impress upon her the urgency.
Ronove looked around around the room, realizing she had little to know belongings that needed to go with her.
Ronove couldn't wait. He swept Amaya up into his arms and started to run away from the room. As they headed away, the room exploded in a burst of rose vines.

[[I'm not quite sure yet. But we needed something to shake things up! hehe]]

Ronove shook his head.
"I'm not sure. This book, in my family library, said the roses were a curse. That once they had selected a creature, they won't stop until that person is dead."
Ronove kept running, his breath coming quickly. He clutched Amaya closer to his chest as the rose vines snaked after them, through the rooms.

Ronove watched as she burned the vines and breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't even considered that they might fall to magical influence, but was glad they had. Even with them laying there scorched and destroyed, he could see tiny buds of new growth shooting up on the vines that had been scorched.
Ronove was grateful for the wall of fire, as it seemed to hold back the roses for a bit more.
"Amaya, the roses... they're a safety mechanism for my family. They are meant to destroy anyone who isn't a demon that my family falls in- shows an interest in. It's a way of keeping the demonic blood pure," he spoke quickly, almost saying too much.

Ronove grabbed her and ripped the vines from her neck. He stepped back , holding Amaya behind him and spoke quietly. The vines began to wither and die, slowly. The bloom dropped from the roses and the thorns dried up.

Ronove lifted Amaya into his arms again. He whispered down to her.

"We have to get out of here," he started off at a dead run away from the vines and the closed corridors.

Ronove set Amaya upon her feet, bending as he caught his breath.
"Wait here, I've got to speak to the guards. Be quiet, please, they can't know that you're with me."
Ronove walked around the corner and spoke with the guards. He knew that if the guards were alerted to the roses' awakening they would lock Amaya in her cell and let them take her. He couldn't let that happen.
Ronove arranged a transport to Earth for himself and one another, who in front of the guards he coyly referred to as a "very talented lady." If they thought he was taking Amaya out of here, then the forces of hell would rip him to pieces.
Ronove grabbed a bundle of clothing from a nearby closet. He returned to Amaya.
"I'm afraid you have to put this on," he said turning his back.

Ronove waited until she was finished, then turned back to her.
"It's the uniform our servants wear. You'll be less conspicuous in it," Ronove smiled at her optimism. He wasn't entirely sure that they would be able to get out of there. The demons were competent guards and Amaya was unlike anything else in hell.
"We're going to have to sneak out of here. I've got a bit of glamour, so I'll try to hide your wings and your face, but you're going to have to act like a servant girl," Ronove grimaced, knowing wht he would have to do next.
"I apologized in advance." He slung her over his shoulder, like a serving girl taken unwillingly to his bedchamber. "You've got to fight a little," he whispered over his shoulder to her.

Ronove has to stifle his laughter as Amaya fought in his arms. He carried up the path, towards the guards station. He steeled himself before walking in front of the guards, all laughter erased from his face now.
He took the step that went around the corner and found himself face to face with three demon guards. They chuckled knowingly when they saw Amaya slung over his shoulder and din't question what was going on. He leered at the guards, hoping they would but the act so that he and Amaya could get away. He took two more steps before one of the guards called him back with a tentative "Sir?"

Ronove turned back to the guard, slowly. He surreptiously dropped a knife from his sleeve into his hand as he did.
"Yes?" he replied curtly, hoping he sounded as impatient and sure and he should have.
"Do you want me to increase the guard on the angel?" the guard asked with a downcast look.
"No, I have her chained and the guards outside the room should be enough." Ronove spoke quickly, clipping his words.
Ronove turned back around quickly and continued walking. He cleared the the guards station and made into a sheltered alcove.
He dropped Amaya off his back and onto her feet.
"Are you alright?" he asked her.

"Okay we've got to get out of here and that means a tactical assault on a guards station and stealing a vehicle," Ronove loved planning strategy. While he was stuck guarding prisoners all day, he should have been on the battlefield.
"So what are you capable of, when you're not changed into whatever ?"