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