Have Mercy ♱ JesBible ♱

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Jes stormed straight back to his penthouse, wet hair clinging to his face, breath still ragged. As soon as he slammed the door shut, he let out a primal scream.

"AAHHRGG!" he roared, running his hands roughly through his dripping hair.

He started pacing, fists clenched, before smashing a vase onto the floor, shattering it with a loud crash. Glass splinters scattered everywhere, but he didn't care. His fists slammed into the wall, knuckles bleeding, as frustration boiled over.

How could he lose control like that—over Bible?

His mind was racing. He'd slipped, letting raw human instincts take over, and that boy had even seen the scars where his wings used to be. It was forbidden for humans to discover his true form, and he'd already failed within days of arriving on this cursed earth.

An erection? Over that innocent-looking boy? This had to be some kind of joke.

"Are you even in your right mind?" he laughed, sounding half-crazed himself.

The past few days, he'd watched that boy's apartment, seeing him lay there sick, almost choosing to just leave him be. And then, at the sports event, he'd been just about to heat things up with those pathetic students.

But what happened instead? That boy had to step in the middle of his plan. He hadn't even fought back; he just let them threaten him.

How pitiful! The boy didn't seem to have a single wicked streak in him, yet Jes had put him through so much already.

But then, as he stood there, caught off guard by that innocent, flushed look glancing at his bare body, he was overwhelmed.

He wanted to do more. More. His body took over, betraying him. He'd messed up badly, now he had to face him. And to top it off...

This damn human body was betraying him with feelings—feelings he'd never experienced before. That strange sensation when that studentgirl Natty had stood there with her medical kit, ready to tend to Bible's wound—it felt like hundreds of bolts of lightning striking his body.

He was burning up, and for what?

Jealousy?!

He'd read about it in those books, about this damned thing called love.

And then there was this cursed compassion for Bible, seeing him run, still weakened after only just recovering. He felt like he was doing something wrong, yet that was exactly why they sent him, those damn lords from the underworld!

Jes wanted to punch himself.

Luckily, it was the weekend, and he could finally set things straight by doing what he did best: bringing disaster upon the city.

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Bible made his way home, his mind scattered with thoughts. His phone rang—it was Fuaiz.

"Hey, Bible, did you survive?" Fuaiz asked in his usual bubbly tone.

Bible took a deep breath, closing his eyes to push away the images from earlier. "Yeah... I'm alright. But I'm at my limit. I need to sleep early, though," he replied, sounding drained.

"Get some rest so you're ready for tomorrroooow!" Fuaiz said, excitedly.

"Tomorrow?" Bible asked, stifling a yawn.

"Yes, tomorrow! Did you already forget? You're coming over to my place to hang out with my friends," Fuaiz reminded him.

Bible sighed. He'd already promised, but he'd forgotten. Now, he couldn't back out—he knew it would disappoint Fuaiz. "Alright, see you there," he said before hanging up.