Adom looked away from the squabbling creature's and back towards the battle. There was a cloud of magic that hung over the fighting masses and he smiled as it continued to swell with every death-Angels death, that is. Thousands of demons had been lost, but they were never truly alive to begin with. Their essences would be cast back into hell and they would be reborn once more with only the need to fight. But the hundreds of dead Angels . . . their souls had been been carefully collected. Lucifer would consume some of them but others would be repurposed into greater demons to serve him.
There was a rush of power, barely noticeable in the flux of the battle, but Adom was completely in tuned with battle magics. His eyes moved over the field in search of the source, and he felt the pausing of the others as they noticed his attention.
"What is it?" Boss asked.
His eyes narrowed as he felt a new pure Angel magic the through the carnage. "One of the pure Angel among them . . . he has left the protection of the runic fields beyond the battle. He has entered the fray."
"They are retreating. Why would a Pure Angel join the fight now?" Man asked as he too looked over the field.
Adom had no answer and so said nothing as he leapt from the cliff and down towards his forces followed by Man and Boss. He felt drawn to this power-drawn to whoever it was that seemed intent on sacrificing themselves. His eyes scanned the carnage as his body moved through the sea of men, women, and demons. He cut down the enemies in his path like a scythe through wheat, a smile curing his lips. If he could destroy a high ranking Angel in the throws of battle, it would be one less obstacle to victory.
Perhaps if the Angel had been less skilled, Adom might have missed him, but the way the young Angel released arrow after arrow into the skulls of the demons-they fell around him like puppets on cut strings.
Adom paused, watching the man and he realized that the Angel wasn't moving. He was staying put, keeping demons away, but not trying to flee or giving into a bloodlust. The Devil eyes narrowed as the Angel paused during a lull and reached down to . . . help someone.
An small girl struggled to get up from the ground. Her side and shoulder were badly burned from his hellfire spell. The acid rain had burned through much of her Wing's, but she still held a blade to fight.
"I'm alright, Win," she said, though her words were soft with strain.
The young man- Win-shook his head. "You shouldn't have been out here," he said with more than a touch of irritation. "Sam-"
The girl made a noise of anger and irritation. "Please don't talk about Sam right now," she said as she finally hauled herself to her feet.
Another wave of his forces moved in on them, but the pair had obviously trained together for an extended length of time. They worked in almost perfect tandem as they cut down demon after demon.
Adom had kept his presence shielded as he watched-looking for an opportunity to strike, but also assessing this man . . . Win who had apparently broken rank with the other Angels to come and rescue this girl. A girl who was not even his own.The Devil could not tell much about him from this distance, only that his hair was dark, stuck to his face and scalp in places with blood-his own or a demon's, Adom didn't know. Win was tall not more than him and powerfully built-the range and aim of his arrows was something to be admired.Adom moved closer, stepping over the dead, ignoring the calls of despair that surrounded him. His eyes were on one person . . . One person who was now slowly moving away from the battle, protecting the girl and helping her to limp back away from the fight.Well that wouldn't do . . .His fingers came up in a flourish, his thumb holding his middle finger in place before it flicke
"Nat, run," he whispered and Adom found the young man's eyes were on him.The girl was trying to pull on him-get him up again, but it was no use. The wound was deep, his spine probably severed. It was a wonder that he was still coherent enough to speak.She shook her head, her voice catching with tears. "No Win. I can't leave you-"The girl was so focused on the other Angel that she still hadn't even noticed Adom moving ever closer. A stupid girl that should have perished here today, but had instead lived with the sacrifice of a Angel. Why had this young man entered the battle? Adom saw no regret in the hunter's gaze-no fear or sadness-and that . . . that interested him.Win was looking at him, but his words were for the girl. "You-You need to run! That's a Devil , Nat- the Devil."She finally seemed to realize that there was someone close behind her and she whirled around to face him
Adom allowed a bit of his magic to flow from his fingers and into her lungs and body. She would be more susceptible to his words. "Even if you were to beat me, you could not carry him and he would be dead long before you got him to safety."She looked back up at him. "Why would you help him?"Adom lips spread into a smile. "I'm not . . . nor am I helping you. Now. Go. I will not ask again."She licked her lips, looking back at Win before letting out a strangled cry and getting back to her feet. She started running and didn't look back. Adom watched her for a second or two before looking back down at the broken and bleeding body of the Angel. The battle was beginning to weaken-hundreds dead on both sides, but he didn't care about any of that. He moved closer, eventually crouching down to get a better look. His finger ran over the soft skin of Win face and he smiled.The Devil stood back up, his fingers
"Air!" he called, as his eyes finally found the injured Angel laid out on the cold stone floor of one of his spell rooms. The flow of his blood had slowed considerably from what it had been at the battle. He would be dead soon."Air!" he called again and within seconds she appeared.Her eyes were wide as she caught sight of him. "You're back early. Usually you like to revel in your victories a little longer."It was a true enough statement that he did not dispute it. "Other matters take precedence," he said gesturing to the man on the ground.Confusion warred with disgust as she took in the injured Angel. "Is that a Angel?" she asked, the last word coming out in a strangled tone as though even saying the word would make her heave."Yes," he said simply.Air looked at him aga
Adom stood within Win cell watching as the Angel exercised with what was available to him. He'd left the Angel alone for nearly two weeks and all but one Angelic Mark had faded. The Soulmate mark (in my story soulmate mark not summarise as love on, when a two angels born in same time they have the soulmate mark ,they can feel each other pain , happiness etc) stood out starkly black against Win fair skin. Win James.. He'd recognised the name as soon as the first report from one of his spies has come in. Son of the James family and one of the most respected Angel within the shrinking Angels forces. The young man was also at the eye of a hurricane brewing within the angel clan. A civil war that threatened to tear the entire organization apart from within. The consequences of their actions for not lifting a finger when God had been on his rampage and now the disdain that the upper echelons of the society towards one of
The Devil didn't allow surprise to overcome him and he didn't hesitated in revealing himself. Win stepped away from the coffee table, his head tilting as he took in the first person he'd seen in weeks. The Angel looked over at his clothing expectantly, and Adom quickly waved a hand, drying them instantly."Though don't feel like you need to get dressed up for me," he said quickly, but the other man ignored him. Win didn't thank him, merely walked over and started pulling the clothing back on. The firelight glowed around him giving him a stark silhouette that had Adom staring.It really was a shame to cover up such beauty.Win turned back around, his pants were on, but the simple wrap shirt was still hanging open revealing his long torso. Adom raised a brow at the sight."Why am I still alive?" the Angel asked suddenly when it became clear that Adom wasn't going to begin the conversation.The D
Win grimaced, looking away. "You know all about me . . . If you're looking to ransom me—" "I'm not," he said quickly, stepping forward even as the Angel backed away. "No, you won't be going anywhere for awhile or you won't going to leave this place again ever ." By this point, Win had backed away until his thighs hit the bed. He was just little smaller than Adom —, but he was no match and he knew it. He had no Angelic Mark and this was Adom Lucifer. "And besides, I don't know all about you, but one does hear things . . ." he began softly, leaning in. "Things about a certain Angel . . . Sam James , yes? Your adoptive brother your soulmate —" The name seemed to snap something inside of Win. "Don't talk about him!" The Devil wouldn't have have stopped the smug raising of his brows even if he'd wanted to. "I see . . ." he said softly. "Oh I do see."
They held each other close and Adom watched as those dark eyes eventually fell shut with sleep. As the hours passed, the magic eased and released the mortal from the spell. Adom never slept—how could he in the presence of a Angel —but he did doze on occasion. Even this feeble rest never lasted however, as every shift of the young man brought Adom mind back to reality.Still, he never moved, never disturbed Win or left . . . Even when the Angel eventually awakened and pulled away. Surprisingly, he didn't go far. He didn't even leave the bed. He merely sat on the edge of the mattress, feet planted on the ground and face consumed by his hands. Adom eyes eventually lifted and he watched as the Angel sighed—no doubt he hated himself for nearly giving into such a spell.He still hasn't moved—hadn't given away his consciousness and yet Win seemed to know he was awake anyway."You wanted to have . . . have sex with me. That's w
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