𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖎𝖗𝖘

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝐕

"Boom baby!"

The shout certainly went through the whole palace, as if someone was making their grandest entrance. However, the swearing that followed let the residents know straight away that the show was unseen. "Fuck, Assi. Where are you?" Tariel's voice rang out like the howling of the wind.

Asmodeus cursed quietly to himself.

"I suppose everyone is enjoying my horror today," he hissed, glancing at the door. Tariel was indeed standing in the doorway as if he had just blown open the gates of hell. As the son of Archangel Gabrielle, he was a real entertainer. Asmodeus sighed and rolled his eyes when he saw Tariel standing in the doorway. The young angel looked like a whirlwind, ready to shake things up. His disheveled hair and wild appearance suggested that he had just returned from an adventure.

"Tariel, can't you even knock like a normal angel?" Asmodeus asked with an amused smile, although he sighed inwardly at his friend's unpredictability.

Tariel ignored Asmodeus' question and instead stormed towards the bed with a broad grin. His gaze immediately fell on Elena, and he scrutinized her curiously. His eyes shone with a desire to explore and his smile was infectious. His dark curls were tousled and fell disorderly in his face, and his lively laugh lent him a youthful charm. His eyes glowed with a sparkling fire that regarded the world with curiosity and enthusiasm. Tariel dropped onto the bed with a loud sigh, almost knocking Elena from her seat. "Who's that?" he asked, pointing at her with a nod of his head.

"My first soul," Asmodeus said calmly, although he hoped that the lively angel's presence was not frightening for Elena. His boisterous nature and raw charm were a marked departure from Asmodeus' gentle and calm presence.

Tariel straightened up on the bed and grinned broadly. His gaze slid challengingly to Elena, as if he already knew that she was attracted to him. "Well, sweetheart, what brings you here to heaven?" he asked with a cheeky grin.

Elena felt the heat rise to her face and she turned her head away, slightly embarrassed. "I ... I'm here ... to find peace," she replied quietly, unsure how to respond to Tariel's intrusive manner.

"She's twelve, Tariel," Asmodeus reprimanded with a pinched expression. He didn't want word to get around that Tariel was flirting with his first soul. Who was far too young for such a thing. "So keep your hands off her."

Grinning broadly, Tariel dropped back, unimpressed by Asmodeus' admonition. "Oh, come on, Assi. She's old enough to know what she wants," he replied with a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he made himself too comfortable on the bed.

Asmodeus sighed and shook his head at Tariel's impertinence.

He had become accustomed to his friend crossing the line time and again, but in the presence of Elena it made him particularly uncomfortable. She felt overwhelmed by Tariel's pushy nature and wanted nothing more than to get out of this unpleasant situation. She pulled her knees to her chest and tried to make herself as small as possible, hoping that this angel would ignore her.