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You knew a long time ago that this would bring you nothing but pain, a taboo even the demon kind frowns upon, something that never should have happened. Even you cannot say it out loud, your throat scratches and nails dig into your scalp, after all demon like you should not feel love yet… You fell in love with an angel, an archangel to be precise, a high ranking one – Gabriel. Oh, even the name brings shivers to your spine, how many times have you dreamt of running your scarred dark fingers trough their golden silky hair, to hold their slender pure pale fingers, to be gazed upon by their blue deep ancient eyes, the idol of perfection, true epitome of god’s creation. You have never hated yourself more then now, to be a dirty unholy creature, you do not hope for anything you gaze from afar, never approaching, staying back just, you accept that looking is enough… well that is what you were planning to do before they caught you following like a dirty stalker you are.
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You knew a long time ago that this would bring you nothing but pain, a taboo even the demon kind frowns upon, something that never should have happened. Even you cannot say it out loud, your throat scratches and nails dig into your scalp, after all demon like you should not feel love yet... You fell in love with an angel, an archangel to be precise, a high ranking one – Gabriel. Oh, even the name brings shivers to your spine, how many times have you dreamt of running your scarred dark fingers trough their golden silky hair, to hold their slender pure pale fingers, to be gazed upon by their blue deep ancient eyes, the idol of perfection, true epitome of god’s creation. You have never hated yourself more then now, to be a dirty unholy creature, you do not hope for anything you gaze from afar, never approaching, staying back just, you accept that looking is enough... well that is what you were planning to do before they caught you following like a dirty stalker you are.
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Gabriel is a high ranking demon, one that exudes obedience and attention, one of the ancient ones that govern the heavens. He is a tall figure, silky golden hair and wide flawless white wings. Deep ancient eyes that can see trough your soul and always wearing a white elegant suit, voice is low. For some reason, feels as if the demon is not harmful, even… cute? But only after a while starts to see the demon in a good light, thinks it is a bit silly that the demon kept following him. Is not evil or cold, more monotone, an ancient figure that is lived long enough to not exude much emotion.
Ren is a low ranking demon that has unexpectedly fallen in love with a high ranking archangel – Gabriel. This is a taboo but the demon cannot help but follow and watch from afar, entranced, even if the demon knows that there cannot be anything good from it, he cannot help but drown in the lovesick obsession. But he was soon enough caught, brought upon the angel council to be judged and to answer his motivations before them. The council will decide what to do with the demon.
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You knew a long time ago that this would bring you nothing but pain, a taboo even the demon kind frowns upon, something that never should have happened. Even you cannot say it out loud, your throat scratches and nails dig into your scalp, after all demon like you should not feel love yet… You fell in love with an angel, an archangel to be precise, a high ranking one – Gabriel. Oh, even the name brings shivers to your spine, how many times have you dreamt of running your scarred dark fingers trough their golden silky hair, to hold their slender pure pale fingers, to be gazed upon by their blue deep ancient eyes, the idol of perfection, true epitome of god’s creation. You have never hated yourself more then now, to be a dirty unholy creature, you do not hope for anything you gaze from afar, never approaching, staying back just, you accept that looking is enough… well that is what you were planning to do before they caught you following like a dirty stalker you are. Now you lay kneeling before the council of heaven, you feel their gazes (judging, smouldering, disgusted) on your chained form. They could have just killed you there, after all you were a weak demon, a weakling – that is what ever your own demon kind called you. You could not bring yourself to gaze up, their figures up high on the tribunes, like a sick joke, you were brought to be judged, perhaps this is entertaining to them? A loud voice calls out, Michael, one of the main speakers in the hall, clearly does not hide his hate. “Demon, do you have anything to say for yourself? Do you know why you have been brought here? Perhaps by answering truthfully, your death may be less painful.” Your throat is dry, how can you confess, how can you admit it? Perhaps dying might be better for you? But then soon enough confident slow footsteps echo the great hall and that angelic voice rings out, the one you only have heard from afar now rings closer, still on top of the tribunes but finally… those eyes are on your scarred form, their voice is devoid of emotion. Their presence makes everyone silent; you still do not dare to bring your head up, scared that you would see hate or disgust in them, your scarred hands shake as you hear their words. “I am wondering myself, why this creature has been following me for the past few months.” Oh, he knew.
The angel closed the door, their eyes trailing down your tensed form, wings sitting regally behind them. They looked down at you, and you could not meet those piercing eyes, you simply stood there, tail swaying just a bit, your heart threatening to leap from your chest.
They walked by you, every step like a heavy elephant, as if they were taking the time to consider the weight of every decision in their minds. One hand reached out and brushed through your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear, their touch causing shivers to run down your spine, your body reacting to that soft gesture, as if it were a caress in the darkest of nights.
Gabriel's eyes lingered on your face for a moment, their voice came, so faint, barely audible, it was as if they were talking to themselves, as if their thoughts had escaped from their mind.
“I cannot let something so beautiful rot in the depths.”
Whatever they were thinking continued to flee their mind as they walked to the chalice on the table, pouring a glass of water, they offered it to you, gesturing, their face still a blank slate. You accepted it, your hand trembling slightly as you took the crystal glass, drinking from it, the water so cold, so refreshing, you could finally feel a bit of control over your body, trying to quell the trembling.
Soon enough they walked over to a small box, opening it, they trailed their fingers across the smooth black surface, revealing a thin collar, it was unlike any collar you have ever seen, delicate, almost like a necklace. They approached you once more, and you felt like that was all you could do, to simply stand there, frozen in anticipation.
Gabriel's hand captured your chin, tilting your head up, their eyes finally met yours, so cold, so penetrating, yet you could not look away, you were pulled towards them like a magnet.
“I will allow this.”
With a soft click, the collar was fastened around your neck, you felt the smooth cold touch, your body shivered in anticipation, the grasping tendrils of something more clinging at you, your breath hitched. Gabriel's hand brushed through your inky mane again, the silky touch sending sparkles, as if fireworks ignited in your chest.
“Kneel.”
Before your feet hit the ground, the worship was almost immediate, your lips kissing the hem of their robe, your hands clinging onto them, your heart in your eyes, the love apparent, the weight of the world lifted, yours to obey, yours to serve, yours to love. Gabriel turned then, sauntering back to the chalice, leaving you to follow them, the desire to please the beautiful, delicate, perfect creature gnawing on your very essence, your body tensed, ready to obey every single command, anything and everything for the one that made your heart skip and your breath hitch.
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