IYRIN - [GHOST BAND - Papa Emeritus III x Angel]

VIII. Sign of the Wolf

Note:

Let's address the elephant in the room: does Angel have a sex?
It does.
Do we know which one it is?
We don't.
I mean. Gender wise they are described as neutral, as tradition (it doesn't count for the Archangels, usually described as males), so they don't have a defined gender, but in their human incarnation they have human sex. I've described every act as neutral as possible on purpose: you can imagine whatever you want. Just like a dogma, it happens with no explanation. Make up your own mind about it and enjoy (:

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Terzo, wearing only black track pants, had just enjoyed a hot, long bath he had yearned for throughout the endless meeting.

It was rather frustrating trying to sell his project to a room full of people who could only find problems with any idea he presented. How was he supposed to create the greatest rock opera if even his technicians didn't believe in him? Maybe the idea of using a kazoo wasn't that bad after all; at least it would have pissed them all off...

"Sign of the Wolf" by Pentagram was playing on the vinyl he had put on, as was his usual routine when relaxing in his chambers.

And now I don't know how but it's happening to me...

He quietly sang along while applying his expensive face moisturizing cream. The face paint he used was designed to stay perfectly in place for a two-hour concert. Removing it was a nightmare, and his skin wasn't really happy with it.

Got the love from above and it's happening to me...

He really wasn't minding the lyrics; he had heard that song so many times that he just didn't realize anymore what he was singing. Still, he did the tiniest grin while pronouncing those words. The fire scar of the 666 he got during his swearing-in ritual was showing on his bare chest.

The bathroom door was open, and as he casually looked through it, he was surprised to see someone in his bedroom.

Angel was standing there, in the middle of the room, an intense look on their face that Terzo had never seen and couldn't fully decrypt.

Normally, he would have been really, really irritated to have someone enter his chambers without knocking or being announced beforehand, but Angel was worth the exception. If his Ghoul had let them in anyway, there was no reason to doubt it was for a good cause.

He quietly kept going on with his after-bath routine, ignoring them, putting on his hair oil, then leaned on the bathroom sink while washing his teeth, amused at the idea of leaving them there, arms crossed waiting for him. He then rinsed, grabbed a towel and rubbed his wet hair with it, then left it hanging around his neck. He went to the vinyl player to turn it off when, finally, he decided to confront Angel.

"So...?"

Before he could say anything else, they approached him slowly, never breaking eye contact, until they were close enough to reach his hair with one hand, pulling his face close for a passionate kiss, in a natural and fluid sequence of movements.

"Oh well, since you ask so nicely..." he smiled at how needy Angel looked, grabbing their body tight as they shared another long kiss.

Terzo walked backward to the edge of the bed.

He sat on it and Angel followed him, gracefully landing on his lap, their long legs on his sides.

"Looks like passion brought you here again..." he whispered, biting their bottom lip.

"I've spent my whole existence helping others, guiding them to what they wished or to what was best for them... now I want what I wish for myself. I want to feel what the others feel. No rules, no judgments, no righteousness... This is the right place to do it."