The angel Masa lost his lover's soul from a thousand years ago and stumbled upon the young demon Vee, a possible reincarnation of his devil nemesis who was the reason for his century old grudge and anguish.
But was this really the story behind that...
Trigger Warning: Self Harm ❌ not that graphic though😉
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Demon Vee
First day of my imprisonment in this god forsaken place, I immediately attempted an escape after I convinced the psychotic angel to temporarily set me free from his chains. I made an excused to go to the bathroom and after arguing for a few minutes, I finally made him agree.
Inside the bathroom, I made a blood sacrifice using my own in an attempt to teleport back to hell. The instruction to this sacrifice specifically said that I have to draw blood from the nearest area above my heart so I cut myself just below the pentagon birthmark and started enchanting this encantation I learned from my father.
The first attempt, nothing happened. More blood came rushing out of that fresh wound I cut with my own nails. I tried the second time around and yet it still didn't work. I tried for a few more times until my vision blurred and I became light headed.
The next thing I know, I was already lying somewhere a little more comfortable and dry. I passed out inside the bathtub and I do not recall what happened after that. All I know is that I'm hearing some odd noices from a creature somewhere near me. There is also this uncomfortable weight on my left leg that weights about a few pounds. I opened my eyes and realized where I am.
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I was lying on a leather sofa and the metal chain was attached back to my wrist. I lowered down my eyes to see who was making that weird sound. It's the psychopath angel sleeping on the carpeted floor just below me. He was sleeping comfortably while snoring softly, not a care in the world or where he was, sprawled on the floor, legs open wide while his right foot rested above my left thigh.
The whiteness of his clothes made him look so ethereal and pure. His angelic baby face was so serene in his sleep. He doesn't appear to be ruthless and vain like he was when he's awake. I now notice how beautiful his face is. Every part of his smooth and porcelain looking face had been molded symmetrically proportional. He is like the exact definition of perfection. A beautiful and handsome man. It not for his reputation and dark past, I may have accepted the the thought of being attracted to him.
