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Yoru would normally say that rainy days are a calm moment of respite for him. On days like that—specifically when he isn’t grappling with college, or part-time work, or even his obligations as a devil summoner he’d simply spend his time taking in the dreary weather.
Really there’s nothing he’d love to do more than to open the blinds, light a candle, kick back, relax, and read a book until the soft pitter patter of the rainfall lulls him to sleep. That’s what he’d normally do. What he’d prefer to be doing right now on this perfect rainy day but…
“You lazy layabout of a demon, get off your rear and help me clean!” Archangels grouches, arms crossed over his white apron.
Lilum rolls over, careful not to crush the bag of potato chips she had with her. “I don't wanna.”
“Why you—?!”
Yeah. It’s hard to enjoy a lazy evening when two of your demon “servants” (Yoru thinks in quotes, because really he does most of the work in and outside of fights,) are bickering like an old married couple
Archangel, ever the clean freak, had decided that he’d spend this evening cleaning up every nook and cranny of their shared living space—never mind that neither he, or any other demon under Yoru’s employ, actually take the time to actually, well, live in the space that he’s cleaning. Archangel insists it’s to show his devotion and loyalty to his master, but Yoru thinks it’s because he secretly has undiagnosed OCD—or that he just enjoys the pink apron and yellow gloves.
And of course there’s Lilum. She, unlike most of his other demon companions, is one of the few who actually lives in the space they occupy with him. Whenever she isn’t chilling in the subspace, sub-dimension or wherever demons go when unsummoned, she’s lounging on his couch, in his clothes, eating his food. And right now? She’s doing just that.
Lilum’s wearing one of his technically Aogami’s, but that’s not important right now baggy t’s while comfortably lounging on his couch eating a bag of potato chips.
Now in all seriousness, Yoru couldn’t give even a fraction a flying fuck what she does with her time out of battle as long as it doesn’t personally affect him or his home but Archangel? Clearly he takes offense to her languid demeanor. Or her in general.
Archangel points an accusing gloved finger at her. “You of all demons could at least consider to help tidy up, you practically live here more than the young master does!”
“I said don't wanna, besides, it's not like he asked us to do any cleaning anyways.” She lazily says between potato chips. “Last time i checked, that’s something you decided to do on your own~”
“You could still be HELPING you lazy, soul sucking, jezabel, SUCCUBUS—” The angel grit out between grit teeth and clenched fists.
Lilum, sufficiently amused now, props herself up and says, with a smile on her face, “Are you mad? Are you going to do something about it? Bring it on~”
Somewhere, in the back of Yoru’s mind, he remarks that it shouldn't be feasibly possible for Archangel’s face to get that red with his dark skin tone. But for that to happen at all it must mean that his feathered friend is about to blow a gasket. And also that his nice apartment(that Archangel is still in the process of cleaning, remember that) is about to become collateral to that confrontation.
“Ok stop, let's think for a second and bring it off. I don’t need you two fighting in my living room, if you're gonna do that shit do it in Da’at or something.” Yoru sighed as he diffused yet another fight before it could start for what felt like the umpteenth time today. “And Archangel, babe, you are cleaning. If you get into a fight now, you will destroy all of your hard work, y’know?”
The young man makes a vague, “do you understand” gesture, hoping that he got his point across. And, seeing that Archangel’s expression became visibly calmer and chastened (and less red) at his reprimand, he nods to himself happy with the knowledge that he isn't about to lose the deposit on his apartment.
“Boo, i was hoping to see mister high and mighty lose his shit. Why’d you gotta ruin the fun?” the succubus whines, her lips pursed into a pout.
"Because I don't want to go apartment hunting again.” And because between Lilum’s electric magic and Archangel’s fire magic they would both send this whole building into the dirt. And Yoru does NOT want to pay for the damages.
The angel doesn't dignify her comment with a response, rather, he simply flaps his wings indignantly and leaves to clean another part of their shared abode, leaving a small pile of red feathers on the floor.
He’ll come back to clean those up later.
The young man simply shakes his head in quiet exasperation before turning to the succubus in question. “Lilum, what the fuck?”
She turns to him with a sly smile on her face. “He’s kind of hot when he gets mad.”
“True, but that isn’t a good enough excuse to almost send the entire building up in an electrical fire.” Yoru deadpans before flopping into the nearest seat.
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Things have calmed down, finally . Lilum had thankfully gotten bored of trying to pry reactions out of Archangel and decided to take a nap which in turn allowed Archangel to get back to his cleaning in peace. And Yoru only had to intervene five more times! Lucky!
Now that he has the luxury of silence with no interruptions, Yoru can finally relax and—
*beep* *beep*
Get up and check his phone. God fucking dammit. It’s like the universe wants him to suffer. Begrudgingly and with much effort, he gets off his comfy loveseat and slowly trudges over to his phone over on the other side of the living room. Picking it up, he sees that he got a text from Koshimizu. He scoffs at his phone in annoyance. Koshimizu never calls for pleasure or fun, only business.
Yoru groans. There goes his quiet day in, up in a puff of smoke.
With a heavy heart and a bone deep exhaustion, he gets dressed and leaves the Apartment. Whatever Koshimizu wants better be good to call him in on his one off day.
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As the door clicks closed, Lilum’s eye opens. Getting up slowly she looks over the couch cushions at the front door, checking for any sign of her summoner still being home. Finding none, a devilish smile spreads across her face.
She’s been waiting for this!
Really, it’s soooo hard to actually cut loose and have fun whenever her summoner is home. Like, all he wants to do is sleep or read! Never anything fun—like, he’s only fun and energetic whenever big blue shows up or when they’re fighting whatever loser demons dares to piss off bethel and times like that are so few and far inbetween. So excuse her being happy that he’s out for now because with him gone she can finally enact her genius plan;
Operation: P.E.A
Purposely. Enrage. Archangel.
Awesome name. She knows.
It’s a full proof plan to get the man to lower his guard and become less of a stick in the mud all the time. And the best way she knows how to accomplish that, while also falling just a littttle bit short of seducing him is to like, fight him! Or something! Like that’s how her summoner and the guy with tattoos did it, so it should also work here too! Right?
Of course, if the whole fighting thing doesn’t work and she somehow sends him into a “demon killing frenzy,” quote unquote, she can always just fuck him to calm him down as plan b. Sex always works on men (and most women) anyway and him being an angel shouldn’t change that fact. And by the time she’s done with him he’ll be too tired to do anything, so, it’s a win-win!
Rolling off the couch she giddily gets to work.
A few knocked over pillows here, two empty bags of chips on the floor there, a whole suite of knocked over appliances, (without breaking anything of course, cuz if she did Archangel would be the least of her worries) lots and lots of clothes everywhere later, aaaaand she’s done! If anything is going to be enough to piss off birdbrain it’d be messing up the nice clean apartment he spent hours fixing up! Like—?!! She’s so smart to have thought this up!
Now she waits for him to get back so he can, um, surprise him!
As soon as she perched herself onto the armrest of the couch, the sound of keys jingling and a lock turning sounded out. Excited, she turned around, a mischievous smile on her face.
Standing in the Doorway was Archangel in a human disguise, in his arms were bags of cleaning supplies and a wide assortment of various household items—and even some new appliances? Lilum won’t comment on that. What she was really focusing on was her his reaction to the mess she made. And what a reaction it was. Holy shit is he mad!
Red shines bright on his face and a vein or two pops on his forehead. “You, vile, detestable, harlot. Do you have any idea of what you’ve just done?!”
Lilum just laughs, crossing and uncrossing her legs as if her very life wasn’t in danger right now. “I saw how much you liked cleaning so I spiced up the place a little to keep you occupied! Y’know, cuz you like cleaning and all—”
She barely had any time to duck before a flaming sword was sent flying at her head and sailing into a framed picture of their summoner and his old high school friends. Lilum gapes at the display of bloodlust before her and shivers.
Archangel, now in his warrior’s regalia and his bags, walks over and pries the sword out of the wall with a scoff. “A pity, I missed.”
Lilum licks her lips as electricity burns at her fingertips. “Aw, don’t be like that~ It’s almost like you wanted that to hit me?” She mocks knowing fully well that she’s only enraging him more.
Archangel, too angry to form words, simply opts to lunge at her sword and hand. Lilum expects this, having fought with the man for ages now knows how to easily dodge and jump around his precise slashes and strikes. One of his swings almost nicks her wing to which she reflexively responds to by sending a large strike of lightning his way to which he easily deflects with his sword before sending a wave of pure heat in her direction.
She smirks as she flys out of the way, over him, and lightly lands on the ground behind him. With a wink and a cheeky laugh, she sends multiple bolts of lightning his way which all nail him in the back, burning off the back of his plated armor and searing the flesh of his back and the base of his wings.
(Now, just to preface in the event that literally anyone gets the wrong idea and assumes that she’s trying to kill him, Lilum would just like to say that their summoner ironed out all of their weaknesses ages ago! Like, she doesn’t even flinch at the air conditioning unit turning on anymore! So, a little static shock won’t be enough to kill him! Promise!)
Archangel staggers forward a few steps, dropping his sword in the process. Heaving a few breaths he slowly turns around, and spews fire at her, which shocks her, cuz, since when can birdbrain breath fire?
Shocked, she stumbles backwards barely able to get out of the blast zone, resulting in her fav tee (that she enjoys stealing from Yoru) getting singed.
In her confusion she barely had time to notice that Archangel was closing the distance on her and when she finally did notice, he pounced on her, tackling and pinning her to the floor.
Lilum lands with a loud thud knocking the air from her lungs. Her momentarily out of commission, Archangel wastes no time in taking advantage of her vulnerable state to pin her hands above her head, thoroughly preventing her from causing anymore damage.
Beneath him, and while she wouldn’t dare tell anyone about this—especially her fellow Lilum gal pals, but she can’t help but marvel at the man before her and let her eyes roam. He’s basically everything she could want in a man. From the way that his scars show on his dark skin to the way his face lights up whenever he’s in a bloodlust fueled haze, and let’s not forget his hard muscles forged from centuries in and out of battle (Lilum’s personal favorite part of him) really, he’s just her type.
Then again, she’d never tell anyone that. Like, for real. That’s an angel. He’s an angel. If any of her clique found out, her ass would be grass and they’d mow it. Also reputation would tank and she has a good thing going for her being behind the mighty Nahobino as a part of his entourage. Sooooo…
She waggles a salacious eyebrow at him, amused by the turn of events. “Y’know… there are better ways of picking up girls. Like… a pick up line or a few tied up humans on her doorstep—“
“Silence wench. I’ve suffered enough from your antics.” He grit out, his grip tightening but his voice lacking the frustration it once had.
“Really? Cuz like… is it really suffering if you enjoy it?” She says, smirking.
He goes quiet at that and his face lights up a familiar red. Though this time? It’s not out of anger. Lilum smirks, though softer than before, another plan coming to mind. Maybe her plan b can still come into play here…
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Yoru isn’t surprised.
He leaves for four hours and his entire life is going up in flames—and Yoru means that literally, by the way. The apartment building is burning down and while he can’t see the origin point of the flames he can already assume where they’re coming from. And the two culprits of this catastrophe are standing before him, soot covered and charred in some places.
Lilum looks proud of herself, while her hair is disheveled and her arms scratched, she also boasts some rather suggestive bite marks on her neck and thighs. She shows no shame in her current appearance whatsoever.
Archangel on the other hand looks down at the ground ashamed, his upper armor was long discarded somewhere along the way leading up to this point leaving his entire upper body exposed. Bite marks and hickeys covered his neck and his nipples in particular looked swollen and sore. Noticing his probing stare, Archangel crosses his arms covering his exposed chest.
Not like it mattered, Yoru already saw everything, including how the angel’s back was scratched up too. Those scratches looked especially close to his wings too, which also happened to be seared?? Yoru isn’t going to question it.
“I…” He could only shake his head, he should’ve seen this coming. Sighing, Yoru groans, “Just get the fuck back into my Comp. Now.”
Two different voices of compliance ring out, one jovial, the other subdued. Then in a flash of red magatsuhi, they were gone.
…The most he can say now is that he’s glad that no one died in this fire. But now he’s out of a home… and a few paychecks… Shit.
Yoru grumbles as he turns on his heel and makes his way back to Bethel. The team barracks looks mighty comfortable right now. At least until he scrounges up enough to buy a new apartment.