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 making a sweeping motion as a portal opened below the Hunter. And just like that, Win disappeared from the battlefield.
"No!" He heard from off to the side. Adom looked back and spotted a man running towards him. His dress identified him as another Angel-young like Win, but not good as him. The Angel cut a large swath through the demons that separated them as Adom created another portal behind him. He allowed the Angel to get close enough to see his smug smile before stepping back and disappearing.
He heard the furious howl of the other angel as it closed. He allowed himself a small chuckle before snapping 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
The Devil would not be doing either. No . . . As Adom switched to the other nipple and felt Win fingers caressing his face and listened to the hitched sounds coming from his lover. No, this one wouldn't be going anywhere . . . not for a long time anyway.Win breathing was uneven and the Devil finally put his hands on the hard rod of flesh that had been digging into his stomach. The Angel jolted in shock, his brows knitted together in hesitation, fear, and desire."I swore I'd make it good for you. I always keep my promises, Win."The young man swallowed before nodding and Adom smiled, brushing a soft kiss over Win lips before moving down even further. His fingers hooked into the Angel briefs, pulling them slowly down and revealing Win somewhat purple erection."Oh . . . Win," he said breathily, mouth literally watering as he leaned down and licked a stripe up the other man's cock.
"That was . . ." "The best of your life," Adom answered with a low laugh. Win smiled. "Yeah, probably," he said and the Devil eyes narrowed. He'd said the wrong thing, he realized. He'd reminded Win of the young man's fear that this was a one time occurance. Adom sat up, looking down at the pale unmarked skin of his Angel lover. "I'm glad you enjoyed that, because we'll be doing it quite often from now on." Win froze, his blinking eyes meeting the Demon gaze. "I thought—" "I know what you thought, Win," he said quickly. "You thought I would use you and then discard you—perhaps plan a trap for your brethren with you at the center of my nefarious plans." He paused and the Angel looked vaguely uncomfortable with his words which mean that he'd at least contemplated the idea and Adom rolled his eyes. "No, Win.
Adom watched Win has the other man ran through the empty streets of Paris. The illusion of the city was barren of life—and odd choice for someone like Win, but perhaps he just did not want the distraction during his daily bit of exercise.The Devil sipped his tea, revealing himself as the other man came around the corner. Win slowed down to a stop as he approached. Adom snapped his fingers and another cup appeared opposite him, steam rising from the delicate china."What are you doing here?" Win asked and there was a tiredness to his voice that was not just from the exercise.Adom raised a brow at the tone, but ignored it. "Simply taking in the scenery. I must say, I never thought to hear the sounds of the wind or the chirping of the birds while in Paris.""I hate running through people." The words were short—clipped, as though he was stewing for a fight. Win had never spoken to him in such a way before.