"I'm not trying to change you, Adom," Win breathed out. "But it doesn't have to only be your way!"
Adom snorted. "As opposed to what? Your way? Rainbows and puppies for everyone as we all kiss and make up and forget the genocide your people attempted to inflict on the other creature's ?"
The Angel nostrils flared in anger. "Is that what you think about when you're with me? Have you been blaming me for what they did this entire time?"
Adom sent him a withering look. "If I did, you'd have been dead long ago."
Win reared back, shoving the Devil away. "You . . . how are you like this?" he asked, voice catching in disappointed sadness.
The Devil crossed his arms over his chest. "Centuries of living in hell will do that to a person, Win. I didn't grow up in your sheltered Heaven or even on this plane of existence. Hell is where I was reared."
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.It was never supposed to have gone this far, he thought. And now he was even having doubts about continuing the war. It had intensified as the months passed, and Win kidnapping seemed to have put the other Angels on edge. They'd begun striking on Creature's strongholds specifically rather than the creature's lairs that were far easier to take.He'd never breathe a word of this to Win—never mention the other angel Sam that lead these clandestine attacks . . . ones not sanctioned by the Heaven . The higher-up in heaven were growing increasingly frustrated with the fracturing of power and control within the Angel hierarchy. Many of their warriors and leaders no longer directly followed their orders.The Heaven had little in the way of power to back up their edicts, and now the one Angel who had followed their decrees to the letter was missing. The Angel knew h
"How long have I been here?"It was the first thing Adom heard when he portaled into Win- their quarters. He grimaced, looking anywhere but at the Angel who lounged back on the sofa. The space had expanded considerably as Adom spent more and more time there and bore little resemblance to the cell it had once been.Where there was once only a bed, some small bits of furniture, and lavatory, there was now a full suite of amenities branching off into various training rooms for Win as well as areas for more leisurely activities such as the sauna and full bath house. The Angel even had proper platforms for his box jumps now and no longer used the coffee table. Anything Adom could grant to Win in order to stave off questions like these."Does it matter?" the Devil asked instead, pulling off his overcoat and coming around to face his lover. Win didn't move so Adom shrugged and lifted the other man's feet, sitting down beneath them.
Adom leaned in and brushed a kiss over Win lips, gratified that the Angel didn't try to pull away. "It'll be alright, Win, I promise."The Angel shook his head. "You can't make that kind of promise. This is a war . . . things-terrible things-they happen all the time.""Win," Adom said chidingly. "I'm a Devil . All things are possible."Win looked at him then, his gaze telling Adom something that the Devil could not quite understand, but a pool of warmth formed in his stomach. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but not altogether unwelcome. He smiled, stealing another kiss and deepening their connection. His hand came up and cupped Win face as the Angel reached over and clutched his shirt. A snap of Adom fingers had them naked and Win shivered as his newly bared flesh was hit by the cool air of the room."I need you," Adom whispered, pushing the Angel against the sofa back while he pulled awa
Win had been wandering the halls for hours already as he looked around the palace. Three months had passed since Adom had loosened the leash. Win still felt it, but he'd figured that even baby steps were better than no headway at all when it came to the Devil . For now, he'd settled on spending his days wandering the maze-like hallways, mentally mapping out the rooms and corridors. Even after so many days, he was still discovering new places within the never-ending palace grounds.The place was oddly quiet no matter what part of the compound he was in. the only sounds he heard with any consistency were his own footsteps and the skittering and clicking of his 'guard'. Win hadn't actually seen the guard except for once. The ceilings of the palace tended to be high and unnaturally dark. The . . . creature usually stayed within the confines of the shadows above.It had shown itself once when one of Adom demons had gotten too close to Win.
"Angel blood," a second voice whispered, and Win looked to the side, his gaze finding a dark-haired vampire.Man, he remembered. The Thailand clan leader he and Boss taken over after former leader had sacrificed herself in tribute to Lucifer . He'd never actually met them, even before the war had broken out, but he was aware of the vampire's physical prowess as well as his considerable influence in the downworld.Boss fangs dropped as a snarl ripped from his mouth. "Angel !"The vampires came at him, but Adom appeared as if stepping from mist before Win , sweeping his hand and throwing them back into a wall. The picture that had hung there along with the side table both split open at the impact and whatever glass decorations that had sat upon the table shattered as well. Another man that Win had failed to notice sped towards the vampire's side, his face worried.
When they came back into their room, Adom let go of Win hand and then only Win saw how Adom hole body burning beacuse of anger.Win is angry to and on the top of that he really don't understand this, what's going on? His brother is alive and he is vampire Queen now.When this exactly happened? When he turn into vampire?Win remember when they heard news about Type death, they all are devastated. They can't belive their precious brother is dead now.But he still want to know what happened to Type, how he become vampire and why he didn't try to come back or even try to contract to anyone even Win.Win look towards Adom and he know very well, if he want all those answer he need to talk to Adom. He need to forgot about his anger. Or this matter become even more worse and Adom never going to told him anything.Win take a deep breath and start talking.“I’m sorry about barging in like that. I didn’t know and about Ty
Type is a, Vampire Quen had seemed . . . Love both Boss and Man equally, and if the most powerful vampire leader in the vampires was taking Type as their mate or more look like gave him a some sort of Queen tittle, but Adom said they hate angles, so if they actually hate angel how the hell they take Type as their mate who was also an angel in past?"Type was a angel to before turning into vampire, so why Boss and Man accept him as his mate Adom, you said by yourself that they hate angels, then why my brother Adom, why Type"Win asked everything directly to Adom. Beacuse it's about his brother, Win was sure their is something which he doesn't know.But he want to know everything..The other man pursed his lips and looked longingly towards the anterior room where dinner had already been set out."Let's start with your first question Win, let'
“To make him forgot everything what happen to him, all torture, all pain. And also to make everything erased from his mind even about those people's who actually torture him till he half dead .” Win eyes become wide as those words left in Adom mouth, his brother beg Adom to erased everything. Even Type is younger among all of them but he is really a brave person, he always fight for justice, Win didn't even remember how many time he stand for him infront of their parents. No one can break Type easily. "Type hadn’t healed on his own? He’d needed magic? “It was . . . it was that bad?” They all are somehow move-on in their life, they accept the fact that Type is dead and he is sleeping peacefully in heaven. But his brother his brave brother is living his life in hell. He is in pain and they don't know. They just accept what others told them. They didn't even try to find him. The Devil nodded. “I’m sure you’re aware of the agony s
100 Year's Ago (Somewhere in human World):-"Mr. Dean-""Shh, shh, shh," Dean put one finger up to pause Aldert train of thought as he took a sip of his drink. He looked around the club from their table perched above it. Being Dean who almost rule all around the human world, he had VVIP access in just about any establishment in all City, so he liked to vary where he held his meetings. He didn't want anyone to think he was ever playing favorites, so he moved around. Tonight, he was in one of the most expensive club."I'd really like it if we could finish-""Shh," Dean shushed him again, turning his gaze from the main floor, where he saw Ray and Air milling about, keeping an eye on things, to the rest of the VVIP balcony where Jordon was sitting at the bar. He followed Jordon eye line to the large group seated on an elevated couch, just briefly catching a glimpse at the man in the center.
Type marched into his bedroom with tears running down his cheeks. His vampire flang was burning as the salty tears trailed down his left cheek . Boss called them their love marks but to him it was daily reminder that he couldn't escape this hell.He strode towards the vanity to look at the damage Man caused to his face when he try to run. He slowly raised his left hand and tentatively stroked his cheek. As soon his fingers touched the flesh he hastily withdrew his hand with a wince.He gripped the pointed wooden edges of the vanity as he leaned closer to study his reflection in the mirror.His heart ached at seeing his ugly face...no one would except him with this face and body ...no one would except his mates . He was forever stuck here with them. Even if he got out of this tower and somehow got back to the mortal world everyone would be scared of him...just like he was scared of the demons when he first came in here to
In Hell“Adom?” Win called out as he forced the door to their mansion open as fallen objects did their best to stop the door from moving. Win felt his heart leap up into his throat at the sight of their usually pristine mansion in a state of disarray and bottles were shattered and the shards were scattered throughout the floor of the living area.“Adom!” One of Win hands went to touch the their bond mark around his neck while his other blast a magic around the mansion.There was no answer and it unnerved Win to the extreme so he nocked an fir ball and went to clear thea mansion and prayed he found his lover or some hint of what happened. It barely took Win five minutes to clear the loft and he found himself staring at a piece of paper that was stabbed to a wall by the balcony doors.Win knew that symbol and the address, his heart pounding hard in hi
Six Months after attack:-Dean wasn't sure when the idea started to occupy his mind.Could it be the first time he met the angel? He remembered that day he saw him in the Adom house, shooting an dragger straight into the him. Sam James was a pleasure to the eye. Dark hairs and beautiful eyes, broad shoulders carrying his bow and arrows. His walk spoke of not arrogance that he found in the majority of angels but of confidence, and strangely mixed with a subtle sense of lost. It was like he didn't know where he belonged. The way he evaded people's eyes and couldn't maintain eye contact for mere seconds, Dean confirmed that Sam was a man with many secrets. Secrets that even his platonic soulmate, his family, didn't know.Dean was also a man with many secrets, just that he was better at hiding them due to many years on earth.Living in human World, lying was a necessary skill to stay alive.
Win knew the moment his former soulmate entered the palace—felt the other man move through the ever changing corridors. His eyes slid down to the documents strewn over the table before him.Adom was doing this on purpose, he realized. Bringing Sam into their home now, while Win was trying his best to make sure there were no loopholes hidden within the accords that any of the participating groups could use to their advantage.His back was still to the doorway when the air froze. Silence reigned through the space as Win waited for the angel to speak—to attack—something. But there was nothing. Not a sound of movement was made and Win heart shuttered until he could no longer take it."Win," he breathed and the muscles in his back shifted as his wings fluttered. Win still kept his back to the other man, his hands resting on the wood of the table, anchoring him to reality."
It concealed the way his lips were curling, lazily, into a mischievous grin; or the eerie glint of his golden eyes, that reflected the joy his heart was feeling.The darkness seemed like an invisible cloak; he imagined tendrils of black smoke dancing around his feet, crawling their way on the walls that surrounded him, seeping inside the cracks of the pavement. He could see it playing with itself, stretching and embracing everything, caressing his hands, his back, messing up his hair, while covering the whole abandoned alley. It continued, undisturbed, until it disappeared around the corner.The darkness was total, and he was enjoying it immensely.He couldn't stop grinning. He loved the feeling. Loved how the absence of light made him feel hidden and revealed at the same time; how his magic responded at the taste of the darkness around him; how his heart suddenly started fluttering in his chest, as if it w
They were here, he thought. Inside his own palace. It had been nearly comical watching them try every spell and bit of half-assed magic at their disposal to attempt to get inside. He'd eventually taken pity on the baby hunters and just let them in."Yes!" Pink had said when they'd succeeded in creating a small rift in the shielding. "I knew that would work!"The other two had nodded emphatically in response to a job well done before venturing inside. Adom couldn't help eyeing the blonde hunter, fingers itching to simply erase him from existence. It was unfortunate that he would probably never have that pleasure, but then soon enough, he would leave this realm and never have to think about the angel again.He watched as they moved in a tight coordinated grouping through the long passageways. They were searching for something—something very specific.His soul.A
The sky blazed with fire. Not because of the bonfires or the fire slowly burning the forest - it seemed to radiate an eerie heat by itself, turning the air orange. It was hard to breathe because of the pungent smell of burning, which clogged in the nostrils and burned the mucous membrane to the very throat, the eyes were watering, and sweat poured down the faces of the fighters in three streams.The good people trumpeted the retreat, trying to pull at least some of their wounded from the battlefield, knowing full well that if they were discovered by the enemy, no one would be left alive. Werewolves - some in reverse, some not - walked between the bodies of the fallen, finishing off those who were still breathing, periodically wincing in disgust at the screams of the faeries, driven by blood-thirsty vampires. Mages - those who were on their feet and had a sufficient supply of energy - continued to work in the field hospital, running from one wounded person to ano
Win was laid out on the chaise lounge sleeping off the effects of a rather intense round of love-making. Adom hadn't meant to take it quite so far, but Win's body was near brimming with demonic magic by this point. He needed an outlet, and Adom was doing everything in his power to alleviate the strain.Not that Win had any idea about the effects of his continued exposure to Adom's magic, though it was hard to miss how the lesser demons all but clung to him. Ever since that . . . scene in the forest, Adoms had allowed them back into the palace.He'd been unsure of the safety of an un-mark angel around so many lesser demons, but after seeing their reaction—their desire for Win, he took it a step further. The angel had been uncomfortable at first, but within weeks, he seemed to pick up on the fact that they wouldn't hurt him. They wrapped around his neck and arms when he moved through the palace, their thin limbs clasped and weak wings flapping whenever anothe