A white light erupts in the room and a hand grabs the back of his head, pulling him off of her. Thrown across the room, the demon hits the wall with a thud. Looking up to the angel, a hiss erupts from the demon’s lips. Walking over, the angel stands above the incubus. The white aura surrounding him causes the demon pain. “She is MINE!” the demon snarls.
Alex shakes his head, his arms folded over his chest. His magnificent wings expand outwards and his brows rise. “Not tonight she’s not. You WILL leave!” The command of Alex’s voice causes the hardwood floor underneath the demon to shake. The trembling floor begins to fall piece by piece into darkness. A huge black hole forms, pulling the demon inside of it. He clutches the floor with his sharp claws. His arm reaches up as his elbow grips the wooden floor.
The demon’s lips pull into a sadistic grin, his eyes glowing. “She will be mine, Selaphiel. I WILL have her!”
Alex grins at the demon’s use of his angelic name. He moves his foot and steps on the demons arm. Pressing down, he shoves his arm and claws, pushing them off of the floor. A scream billows out of the darkness and he watches the demon fall into the pit of Hell. Turning away from the hole in the floor, which is now resealing itself, he steps towards Lisa’s bed.
Selaphiel, the Angel of Prayer, stands over Lisa and looks down upon her body. As much as he would like to admit his feelings for her, he cannot. The love he feels for her, the love he’s always felt for her, is much like the love a father would feel for his child. To admit he feels himself falling in love, to admit he chooses her over his life as an angel would mean one thing: Fallen. Closing his eyes and tilting his head down, he inhales deeply, then opens his eyes. Reaching over her, he pulls the cover over her body, then presses a soft kiss against her temple. “Sleep. You will not remember what happened, or the touch of the incubus.” His hand lights up in a soft glow as he moves it over her body, removing the memories of the dream. “Sleep well, Lisa Adams. I shall see you tomorrow.”
Backing away from her bed, Selaphiel removes his hand from her and the glow fades. He steps into the shadows of her room and his wings pull back into his body. Then he rips through the air, leaving Lisa alone in her room.
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Darkness surrounds Samuel, but a red glow gives just enough light to see. Looking up, the hole closes over and the skyline of Hell erupts with dark clouds filled with ash and sulfur, the sounds of lost souls screaming in never ending agony. He inhales and takes a few steps forward.
“You’re playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse, Samuel.”
He turns to find the succubus Lilith standing behind him. Taking her true form, the pale green color of her naked body is smudged with demon residue. Her red hair hangs in thick dreadlocks down to her waist. Black sludge, dripping down her skin, clings to each thick strand. She approaches him, her serpent-like tongue whipping across her lips, tasting the air around her. Her eyes are completely black, and she stares at him. Her lips curl into a sadistic grin that exposes her fangs.
Samuel sneers and looks at her. His eyes trail over her body with what appears to be appreciation. “What would you know of games?” His gaze returns to hers and he raises a single brow. The look on his face changes to disgust. "Are you jealous because I want to fuck her and not you?" Samuel's lips form a sadistic grin.
A growl erupts from Lilith and, without warning, she lunges at Samuel. Her nose presses against his and her hands grip the flesh of his neck. He yells in pain and tries to pry her hands away. Her hair whips against her head, slashing across his face, leaving an open wound in their wake. Her tongue licks her lips, tasting the breath in his mouth. He yells in pain. “If you would follow through with your charge rather than fucking around all day, I would be up there and be the one fucking!”
Lilith’s nose flares and her left hand begins to change, extending long talons around Samuel’s neck. She presses one of her talons into his flesh, forcing blood to trickle down his neck. Leaning toward him, her tongue licks at the wound, leaving behind a burn on his skin.
Samuel hisses and groans, gritting his teeth. “Stop it. You’re making me hard." Glaring at Lilith, his eyes flash red. "She has to come willingly. You know that as well as I do.” Raising his hand, he grabs her wrist and pulls her hand down, removing the talon from his neck. “If you hadn’t fucked up your last charge, you might be up there feeding on souls yourself.” Wrapping his other hand around her neck, he shoves her away from him.
Lilith’s eyes widen and another growl erupts from her lips. “How DARE you!” Raising her talons, she begins to take a swipe at him. Quickly catching her wrist, he twists it around her back. Pulling her to him, her back presses against his chest.