"It's been a long time since I came around

Been a long time but I'm back in town

And this time I'm not leaving without you."

- Lady Gaga, You and I

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Then I see him there, sleeping peacefully on the couch that I knew I have ripped and thrown across the room to him, his chest heaving up and down. His eyes are softly shut, and his lips are slightly parted, inviting. His cheeks are a bit reddish, flustered, and from here, even though the room is dimly-lit, I can see how rosy his cheeks are, and there are freckles, dotting his face in a cute manner.

Dantalion doesn't move; he's currently leaning on the doorway, his eyes flickering between me and the sleeping figure of Adrian. He's currently shirtless, giving me a view of his nicely sculpted chest and his glistening abs. I have those, too.

The anger is still there; I still want to rip him into a million pieces, limbs to limbs, and if I know that Dantalion ever tried to touch him sexually, I'm going to bury his body in a Holy Land. I'm going to bury him alive just to torture him and his demon soul.

Pushing himself, he eases his way to me. There's no threat in his eyes. That or he could be tricking me. I take a defensive stance, and he rolls his eyes at me, as if I'm being a ridiculous demon here. He raises his hands up in surrender and I put down my stance. He jerks his chin towards the direction of sleeping Adrian. There's no sign of him being in danger – I knew what I felt; I knew that he was in trouble, that someone was trying to kill him. If Dantalion tried to kill him, I swear I don't know what I'll be able to do to him. Just thinking if Adrian got hurt in any way is enough to boil my blood in anger.

"Malevolent spirit demons," he says to me. I see the anger in his eyes as well, but it quickly disappears. What I saw in his eyes, I push it at the back of my head. "They knew that he's an angel, a fallen one, and he was really shitless scared when I saw him in a dark and isolated alley. Good thing I was following him. If not, those bitches could have killed him already had I not been following him."

Growling low in my throat, I make my way towards his sleeping figure and kneel down, expecting if he's hurt, or checking if he has wounds. There's not. I sigh in relief. My wings fold at my back, and I begin to change into my human form. "Why were you following him?"

"He's interesting to me," he says nonchalantly, shrugging. "He was relieved to see me there, and after I killed those bitches, he was so happy that he hugged me tight, even though I was in my demon form." I don't know why he has the nerve to tell me that. In a second, I'm in my demon form again and in one swift movement, I pin him on the wall, glaring daggers sharpened with hatred and anger. He remains calm and collected. That's Dantalion being Dantalion. He's good at that, masking whatever emotion he has in his dark and tainted heart.

What I'm feeling inside of me, it's not normal. It's not normal for a demon to have – for a very powerful demon to have. Hatred, anger, those are normal to feel for us without any reason why. But this time, I have a reason to hate this motherfucker pinned on the wall by me, just because of the image of Adrian hugging him just because he was saved. "Listen here, Dantalion," I begin, saying through gritted teeth. "You will stay away from Hadraniel, got that? You will stay away from my angel or I swear I'm going to tear you limbs to limbs and bury your body in the Holy Land. He's mine, you got it? HE IS FUCKING MINE." I spit in his face.

Pushing me back, he glares at me, matching the intensity of my glare. "He's not yours. Just because you found him in the goddamn woods, doesn't mean he has become yours. If it weren't for Rahab, he wouldn't have landed here on Earth, thus you finding him."

Rahab, the recently vanquished and fallen angel, dubbed as the fallen angel of pride, whose name means violence. So he was the one who push Adrian.

"Plus, you two are not exactly dating," he says, collecting himself again. "The last time I checked, he really hates your guts. In fact, when he was with me, he seemed happier. Compared to when he's with you. Let me guess, the reason why he got out of the unit was because of you, wasn't it?"

My jaw clenches. I have to go. Don't wait for me. Just do your stuff. Free to roam around the city. I had told him. And because I told him to roam, he did, thus resulting to him nearly getting killed by malevolent demon spirits. When I see one, or any malevolent demon spirits, I'm going to tear them apart. This is my fault. I don't respond, only stare hard at him. I train my eyes back to the sleeping figure of Adrian and feel myself relaxing just at mere sight of his peacefully sleeping face.

"I'm going to take him home," I state in a dismissive tone, leaving no room for any discussion.

"He's an angel, a fallen one, remember that, Forneus." Dantalion reminds me. It's not like I have forgotten. I just give him a shrug as a response. "He may not be a fallen angel just like Rahab, or Satan, or Lilith, or Bernael, or Penemuel, but he's still an angel. Remember, angels and demons, we share the same goal: to rule the world. Angels will kill demon so they can reign; demons will do the same. You should know that, Forneus, considering you're a fallen angel as well. You were supposed to be the Heir before Charmeine and Jophiel took over the throne. They were the one who vanished you just because you thought their way of ruling was incorrect, inappropriate. Your parents tried their best to save you and themselves, but with Charmeine and Jophiel having the blessing of their so called God, they were easily vanquished and you were thrown out of the home of angels, locked in a holy cell; fortunately you got out. For them, you were a liar and still are. You were offered to be one of the Kings in Hell, along with Darasen, Baal, Paimon and the others, but you refused. You're powerful than them yet you chose to just have a title of a Great Duke of Hell, and now your ranking is a Great Marquis of Hell."

I think back to when I was still an angel. I had a title; I was called Forneus Pandemos. Forneus of all the folk, the mortal's guardian. Rage and hatred consumed me when my parents were overthrown, vanquished, rejected from entering the home of the angels. And since rage and hatred are not allowed, I was locked out in a holy cell in an attempt to save me. But it didn't. The rage and hatred, the wrath, it all grew inside me until I couldn't take it anymore. I unleashed the power I thought I didn't have, that's why I got freed. I got out, then joined the Hell, where I met the other fallen angels. Rahab knew that I was the heir, the next King, and he was vocal about it – he told everyone that, and Darasen decided to make me a King of Hell, to which I refused. Darasen decided to make me a Great Duke of Hell, but then I got caught again, locked in a holy cellar, thus the reason why my ranking got lower. It took a lot of angels, even Jophiel had to interfere, so I could be thrown in their stupid cell again.

"Look at him, he looks like Jophiel," he states and I stare at Adrian. Yes, he does look like Jophiel, but that doesn't mean he's the son of Jophiel, right? "He could be his son."

"No," I deny, shaking my head. "He's not."

"Okay. If you say so." He says, turning his back on us. "Take him home. But make sure you keep your distance from him. We don't know if he's just a warrior angel or an angel who has a title, to fulfill."

"I know," I have yet to know. "I'll go."

After saying that, I scoop Adrian in my arms as if he doesn't weight anything. In fact, I feel nothing when I lift him up. Not to brag about it, but he feels like a tiny feather in my arms. "I just gave him a water with a bit magic to make him calm and sleep. He knew and agreed. In two hours or so, he should be waking up." I nod.

My wings flap open, wildly; I run through the open doorway, the door that I have busted before but completely fixed now, and once the cold wind brushes past my skin, I pull Adrian closer to me, shielding him from any cold, giving him my warmth, and I fly high into the sky. Mortals, if they look up, will only see a bird if they look into my direction. Mortals' eyes don't have a capability to see demons and angels, especially if they are not aware. Makes sense.

Once we reach my unit, I switch back to my human form and bring him to his own room. I lay him down on the bed, snatching the duvet and draping it on him; he snuggles into it, sighing; his lips curling upwards. I feel a tug inside me, just in my chest where my tainted and very dark heart lies, to which I frown. He murmurs in his sleep, and my name escapes his luscious lips, which make my heart leap.

Well aware of what I'm doing, I take off my clothes, leaving my pants on, and climb into the bed beside him, diving into the duvet. As if on cue, Adrian turns and wraps his arms around me, burying his face in my bare chest. He murmurs incoherently, his lips hovering, merely touching the collarbone, over my skin. His warm breath fans my chest, and I sigh in contentment. The last time I've had this kind of feeling was a very long time ago, I can't even remember when it happened. But this feels great.

I don't know why I have this feeling to protect him – I just do. Perhaps it's because his fate is similar to mine. He has been overthrown; I wonder if he feels alone. Of course he does. When I got thrown out, I felt so lonely, and no one cared. No one cared but the demons. But even though I'm a demon now, I know better than to trust my own kind.

Looking at his peacefully sleeping face, a smile makes its way into my lips. His dark hair is tousled, sticking up in every direction, which makes him even cuter that he is. His lips are puckered, drawing me in – I just this sudden urge to close the gap between us, to feel the skin of his lips on mine. I wonder if it will burn, or it will leave tingling sensation on my lips. I could definitely do that, kiss him right now, but it will be boring since he's not awake.

Perhaps I can make it a goal – kiss him. But of course, to make the challenge more interesting, he must not fight back, or resist, when I kiss him. He must be willing. With that in mind, I smile to myself and plant a kiss on his forehead.

Sleep well, my angel.

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