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She walked down the street, rolling her eyes playfully at the female next to her whom she liked to call her best friend. The blonde was blabbing on about some boy who was “totally hot”, while [Name] just grinned sweetly even though part of her was bored to no end. Allowing her soft [e/c] eyes to wander, she examined the world around her; the crystalline blue of Japanese lanterns fluttering around the plaza, the endless waves of humans grinning in delight at the mere thought of celebration, and the sparkling stars glimmering above her head. Why was she here again? Well, Hinako, the aforementioned companion, had been dead set on attending an annual festival downtown that was extraordinarily popular.
As the duo strolled, they stopped at a few stands, attempting some games and waving at the occasional familiar face, but their cheery mood was soon spoiled by a rude man quite literally running into them, a nearly sadistic grin playing on his sharp features.
“Hey! What’s your problem?!” the wintery blue-eyed female yelled after him, only to be completely blown off. With a scoff, Hinako flipped back around, “the police are probably the ones chasing him. Devils these days don’t seem to know how to be courteous.” She blinked her orbs curiously, “[Name]?”
Unfortunately, her partner was gone, and one could see her form sprinting through the multitude.
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The [height] female couldn’t explain it, but although this specific male- devil, might she add, had disrespectfully shoved her aside to get past, he had a peculiar aura, one that had drawn to her trail him. Was it curiosity? She didn’t know. All she could think about was what on Earth he was doing!
Clearly, he was in a rush, and from what she could observe, she wasn’t the only person who had been knocked around by his impudent behavior. As he sprinted through the sea of people, adults and children alike had been roughly shoved onto the stony road below them, and being the angel that she was, [Name] couldn’t help but wince at the scenario. Nevertheless, she continued to pursue him. That was, until he stumbled into an old bar just outside of the event.
A bar? She couldn’t possibly go into a cursed place such as that! She was an angel, for God’s sake, it was already tragic that she hadn’t assisted every last one of those humans that had tumbled onto the cement, but to meander into a hostelry such as this?
Telling herself that this was for the greater good, she inhaled a heavy bout of air before flicking the door open. The putrid malodor nearly made the girl vomit, but she continued, swallowing her pride whilst desperately trying not to breathe too deeply.
The only thing that crossed her mind was how on Earth humanity could allow such a foul holding to even exist? The entire ordeal caused her such great anxiety, and she felt dizzy with disgust. How could the human race have degraded themselves to such a dreadful state? Allowing oneself to drink until loss of control was completely unacceptable. With this newfound realization, [Name] regained her senses, making a vow to herself to fix this, to help the human race mend itself. With courage and pure determination flooding through her veins like water from a broken dam, she forced herself forward, vehemently ignoring the crowds of drunkards chuckling at her borderline adorable naivety.
Now, where was that redheaded demon who had drawn her to this residence of hell? Searching the pub, she found said male roving towards the dark hall in the back of the abode, a sense of urgency hovering in his aura. [Name]’s otherworldly beautiful optics narrowed in annoyance. Why did he insist on forcing her out of her comfort zone? However, she plowed forward anyway, brusquely avoiding the clumsy hands attempting to grasp her in highly inappropriate ways.
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The back of the building was exceedingly different than the main rooms that were filled with loitering personages riddled with drunkenness. She had found herself in a quaint little room occupied by a chair and mahogany coffee table, which beheld a small lamp emitting a faint golden haze of artificial light.
“Wow. Honestly, I didn’t think you’d follow me all the way back here.” Surprise was what caused her to swivel around, revealing the redheaded demon whom she’d been chasing quipping a little smirk while strutting towards her smaller form. “Your determination is sort of cute, but I’m afraid that you’re out of your league here, little angel. You have no clue as to what you’ve just gotten yourself into.” The redhead took another step forward,
“D-don’t move! Or I-I’ll punch you!” He froze in his tracks, his bright mercury eyes blinking owlishly before he burst into a paroxysm of chuckles.
“Punch me? Adorable. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt-“ His eyes abruptly flicked to the door, heavy with suspicion as if he had heard some noise.
“Who are you? Why were you running away? Actually, what were you running away from?” Upon receiving no response, she groaned.
“Why won’t you answer?”
“Because it’s none of your business.” Uncharacteristically flustered, she stammered with her next words, “A-actually, a-as an angel, it’s my dut-duty to help humans! I-If a devil like you is u-up to no g-good, I am permitted to stop you!” summoning her wings, she did a small spin. “See?”
Her pure white wings glowed in the dark room where they were holed up in, their gentle warmth on her back reminding her of her promise. Ever since she was born, she had been charged with the mission to protect the Earth and its inhabitants, whereas devils which were also known as fallen angels, like the one standing before her, only existed to wreak havoc, to cause problems for the planet, and like cats and dogs, each group despised one another.
The boy’s mercury eyes shone with amusement, “I’m surprised that your wings still remain intact after all the chaos that you’ve created tonight.” Her cheeks flushed a dark red, “Ch-chaos? That was y-you!” That was the only downside to being an angel and how one could possibly become a devil; failure to fulfil one’s purpose and/or willingly and happily participate in any illicit activities resulted in the loss of one’s wings and their rights to be called an angel.
“Sure, sweetheart,” the tall devil gazed warily at the door, likely thinking of some mischievous little plan to take over the world.
Suddenly, he pulled her into his arms, smashing his mouth down upon hers with an urgency that caused her to melt. His lips were incredulously warm, and she was intoxicated within seconds. How could a man whom she had never properly met, and a devil for that matter, make her heart flutter as it did now? Cold hands found her shirt, sliding under and up her [skin color] skin, sending goosebumps racing up her spine.
Wait, what was happening again?
The reality of the situation dawned upon her and she struggled in his grip, but unfortunately, it never loosened. Instead of listening to her muffled ‘stop’s, he backed her into the wall, his disgusting mouth finally leaving hers.
“Relax,” he murmured, his smooth voice nearly soothing her into submission, but she would never fall for a devil’s tricks. She should’ve never let her guard down. “Calm down! They’re going to walk in at any minute, and unless you want to get caught, I’d suggest you play along!” his lulling tone from before had turned harsh, letting her know he didn’t like the situation very much either.
She couldn’t believe she was allowing this to happen, but if he was right, then she only had no other choice.
Although she refused to kiss him back, she relaxed in his grip, letting his crafty hands travel up her luscious curves. His hot mouth found the soft skin on her neck, eliciting an extremely lewd sound that made the angel cringe. Moments later, the door flew open to reveal two bulky men whom she had sworn she had seen fluttering about sophisticatedly at the festival. Their hard eyes widened in surprise and embarrassment as they stared. The boy harvesting her skin suddenly squeezed her hip, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. With the same abruptness as they had entered with, the men slammed the door shut, leaving the Devil and Angel alone once again.
Then she shoved him off.
“Y-you devil’s spawn! Y-you-“ she couldn’t manage to think of an insult that was fitting enough to describe the repugnance that she felt in her soul. How could he have tainted her so? How could she have gotten so caught up in the moment that she had endorsed such incongruous conduct? He shrugged.
“It was the only thing I could that I come up with in the spur of the moment. You didn’t seem to mind too much with all those noises that you were making.” Her cheeks flamed up in humiliation.
“Ugh! You devils are so infuriating!” Looking up, she saw his expression darken. Gazing at the wooden boards beneath them, he let out an unforgiving whisper that shook the angel’s world.
“You can insult me all you want, but never stoop so low as to categorize a world that you don’t even understand.”
And with that, he stormed out of the room, leaving her isolated and stunned.
She’d have a lot to explain to Hinako.
Chapter written by Boston