My Sexy Demon

Chapter 1

~~Caity~~

All of my life, I've known what I was; a pure glorified angel. Bright white wings, a perfect face, and a perfect everything etc, etc. But let me first clear something up. Although I am an angel, I do not follow a God, nor does anyone else; we are full atheist angels. Although we know that there is no God, and that the "Christian" beliefs of the human race were false, we were bound to hide the truth from them, the same way we hid ourselves from their prying eyes.

Anyway, my name is Caity, the most attractive and desired in our land, and I am the Princess in our Kingdom of Light. We live on Earth, in seclusion, long way from any human land or colonization. Being the Princess, my father King Jade, having long thick brown locks, a perfectly symmetrical face, deep blue eyes, and fair olive complexion, no man, human or being, could resist me. That was the problem. Being a unwed Princess at seventeen was nothing easy; I mean, being trapped away in the castle, away from men's prying eyes took its tole. 

We, the angels, live in harmony with the other side, opposite and equally balanced against us are the demons; blood-feeders with black wings, bedraggled like a crows, yet silky and soft to touch. For centuries now, both sides have lived in peace, but lately, threats have been thrown, threatening the balance between us.

Lust was a difficult subject, when it came to our worlds; it was forbidden and enforced by execution that one kind could not consummate with another. It had been only a few months ago when a young angel was found in the woods with a demon, and both had been executed, no question asked. Both sides had blamed the other, and thus the balance was weakened. The slaughter of those people, I couldn't fathom the reasoning behind such laws. We were not endangered by one another, nor was there any war over land and turf, but it was punishable to ever be found with another opposite being. 

On one cool June evening, as the royal family are asleep, I slip quietly from my balcony into the woods, armed with my perfectly crafted bow and arrow that my grandfather had made before he passed. Hunting was and always had been my guilty pleasure,however, never "appropriate for a princess," as my mother would clearly say. I trail through the forest, my blue backless dress clinging to my skin. As I walk, I take in the lush greenery around me, always loving the colour of the woodlands at this time of year. Our castle was surrounded by miles and miles of dense forest, fantastic for my evening, guilty pleasure, hunting.

But another thing it satisfied was my love to paint, the one hobby  my mother didn't detest. I could sit upon my stony balcony, and paint for hours, the green vegetation all year round that would come alive on a creamy white blank canvas. 

As I walk into a clearing that night, I spot a small doe grazing, with beautiful creamy golden hide that shone in the bright moonlight. I slowly take my arch and zone in, just as I spot him across the clearing.

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