Perseus The Disgraced Archangel

The Final Piece

      Percy was hovering over Zoë, peppering her neck with kisses. Zoë arched her back as she moaned, eliciting a smirk from Percy. His trimmed facial hair tickled her skin, stimulating her nerve endings.

      Percy moved his hands down to her bra, and slowly, almost teasingly, unclasped it. Her boobs were exposed to the cold night air, making Zoë shiver. Percy decided to help warm her up, and placed his hands on her tits, massaging them.

     Zoë's moans cut through the air, only broken by the sound of rustling wings. It went ignored by the couple, opting to finish what they started.

     "Lucifer!"

     Percy pulled his face out from Zoë's neck and groaned. Zoë did the same. They stared at each other in disappointment, before Percy looked at their new guest.

     Amenadiel was staring at them, eyes wide.

     "Cock-blocked twice in the same week, and by the same person, what are the odds?" Percy asked.

     Zoë laughed, despite the fact that she wouldn't feel the pleasure she was craving.

     Percy got up and put on a robe.

     "Come on, Luci, can't you put on actual clothes?" Amenadiel asked.

     "You interrupted us. You're lucky I'm still wearing underwear." Percy hissed. "Anyways, why are you here?"

     Amenadiel held up a book, one of Percy's parenting books. "I was wondering if you had any more."

     Percy deadpanned at his brother before walking back up the steps to the bed. He laid next to Zoë as he answered Amenadiels question. "Check the bookshelf, I should have a couple more. They all mostly say the same things, minor differences."

     Zoë cuddled into her husband's side, still wearing nothing above her waist.

     "Hey, Percy? What is this?" Amenadiel asked.

     Percy groaned, before getting up again. He walked over to Amenadiel, who was holding a book made of metal. Written in a foreign language. "I don't know. I meant to translate it, but never got around to it."

     "Well, it's written in Sumerian. And, it's been awhile, but I'm pretty sure the title reads, "The Story of The Flaming Sword"." Amenadiel explained.

     Percy looked shocked. "I've had the knowledge this entire time?"

     "I guess so, if we could translate it, that would help us out a lot."

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     Percy and Zoë, who were wearing actual clothes, were at the piano, playing a couple of duets. Amenadiel was sitting at the desk, translating the text. After a couple of minutes of playing Heart and Soul, Amenadiel spoke up.

     "Alright listen, I think I've found something."

     They stopped playing and turned around.

     "Father shattered the Flaming Sword into distinct pieces. The Blade of Death-"

     "But Azrael's blade went missing millennia ago. Unless.." He turned to Zoë. "Did you create Riptide out of something?"

     Zoë nodded. "A sword that was made of white metal? Yeah, it crashed into the garden." She explained.

     Percy turned to Amenadiel. "So in a sense, Riptide is now the Blade of Death."

     Amenadiel nodded, before continuing. "The medallion of Life-"

     "Johnson's belt buckle." Zoë said.