If tu forgot, since I don't use this OC very often, D'ia is DiamondShadow, which is the dark angel.

Sunlight glistened of her black wings as she flew to her new boyfriends temple, her soul somewhat coming back to her as she became happy from the thought of seeing him. Her white hair flew up into the air as she came down to the ground, wings coming back into her body, walking into the somewhat Aztec temple. The girls grey eyes looked around as she went to his throne, looking at all the blood incorporated tributes and statues. Once she reached the trono room, she saw Ez sitting on the throne, sternly talking to a few of his slaves. When he saw her, he smiles and told his slaves to leave him alone, not to disturb him. The crazy killer came down to her, smiling like an idiot as he looked at her porcelana face with a perfectly painted small smile. He stood in front of her, just staring at her, smiling so much that his cheeks hurt. The dark ángel threw her head back and let out a small laugh, her snow white hair getting into her face, covering her light grey eyes. He gave her a slightly confused look.

    "What's so funny?" D'ia shook her head, her white hair moving with her head. She looked at him and smiled her small smile.

    "You!" His red eyes gave her another confused look.

    "How am I funny?" The dark ángel shrugged her shoulders and chuckled softly.

    "You just are. Coming over here, saying nothing, just staring at me smiling." He turned a little red, embarrassed. D'ia laughed again, her grey eyes lit up with joy. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about sweetie!" Ez smiled at her, still a little red from blushing. The dark haired man picked her up and carried her to his throne, sitting down in it and holding her in his lap. The girls soul began to become good and pure, without her noticing, and revering to her 5-year-old ángel self. D'ia's body began to shrink as she rest her head on his shoulder. Ez looked down at her, his blood red eyes in shock and confusion.

    "D'ia? What's happening?" The girl looked down at herself, then up at him.

    "I have no idea..." she said, her voice trailing off slightly. As she shrunk down to about the size of a 5-year-old, her black wings sprung from her shoulder blades and began to molt, the new feathers coming quickly and as pure white as her hair. When she had completely stopped changing, she was a small angel, pure hearted and good, sitting in the lap of a blood crazy man, his corazón only pure and good for the one he loved.

    "D'ia?" He asked, making sure it was her.

    "Yes?" she replied, her voice a little más high pitched and quiet than before.

    "What happened?"

    "I don't know," she said, looking back at her now white wings, "It seems I've become my 5-year-old ángel self from when after I died... But I don't know how it is possible." The red eyed man looked as his love, who had shrunk into a child before his eyes. He didn't know what to do. He was not good with children, and had never had to take care of one. Ez cleared his throat a little before speaking, after thinking for a few minutes.

    "Maybe I could try a few spells. So tu could become your age again."

    "They might not work," she said, thinking, "some spells do not work on angels."

    "I will only try if tu let me." The porcelana doll nodded, giving him permission to try a few spells. The blood thirsty man smiles and picked her up, carrying her like she was a small baby; and took her to a fuente filled with blood. Ez pulled out a cuchillo and pushes it against his skin, not cutting yet. D'ia's eyes widened, seeing the sharp cuchillo at his skin.

    "What are tu doing?"

    "Getting ready to start the spell."

    "Do tu have to cut yourself?" she asked, her voice quiet and full of fear.

    "The spell works better when tu use the blood of the person who loves the person the spell is being used on," he told her as he cut himself a little, some of the blood dripping into the pool, some falling onto her smooth pale skin.

    "You are going to have to get into the pool for the spell babe." The girl put her arms out in front of her, trying to get him to lift her up into the blood. It took him a few segundos to understand what she wanted, then finally picked the little girl up and set her in the blood. Ez began to mutter a spell, making the blood bubble and rise a little. D'ia looked at him, seeing him concentrate hard on the spell. The small girl looked down at herself, noticing her body changing as he chanted the spell. She went from age 5 to age 8, age 8 to age 14, until she finally became 17-years-old once more.

    "Sweetie, tu can stop now," she told him, her voice full of purity and generosity. He stopped chanting, the blood calming down in the pool D'ia still sat in, and came down to the floor, most of his energy drained from his concentration. The girl came out of the pool, blood dripping on the floor as she sat siguiente to him, lifting his head with her thin hand.

    "Sweetie? Are tu okay?" she asked him, her voice soft and worried.

    "I'm fine babe. The spell just uses a lot of my power, but it was worth it to bring tu back," he said, smiling up at her. The ángel smiled an innocent smile back at him, planting a gentile kiss on his cheek. He started to smile at her uncontrollably, making her laugh softly again, her snowy hair flying into her face.

    "Babe, could tu get me up? I don't have enough strength to stand." She nodded and picked him up, holding him as if she were cradling him like a child. D'ia walked over to his Aztec looking trono and sat him down in it, standing in front of him, her white feathery wings in the air. Ez smiled and pat his lap, wanting her to sit down with him.

    "Are tu sure?" The blood thirsty man nodded, extending a hand towards her. The ángel took his hand and carefully sat down in his lap, resting her head on his shoulder. He smiled, wrapping and arm around her after she put her wings back into her shoulder blades. D'ia curled up in his lap, cuddling closer to him without hurting him. Ex wrapped his arms around her, holding her protectively as he fell asleep in his throne. Before he fell asleep, the ángel whispered something to him.

    "I amor you," she said.

    "I amor tu too," he said, his face in a permanent smile as he fell asleep.