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In the celestial realms, a storm is brewing, shaking the very foundations of divine order. In a world where the lines between good and evil blur and same-sex love is forbidden, a fatal tale of betraya...
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In the dim light, shadows danced across the opulent velvet fabrics surrounding the bed, casting mysterious patterns on the walls. The scent of exotic flowers hung heavy in the air, mingled with a hint of sinfully expensive perfume. Soles and a woman with long, curly blonde hair lay closely entwined, their movements in sync with the gentle rhythm of their hearts. The bedding was made of the finest silk, caressing the skin with every touch and conveying a feeling of luxury and sensuality.
Soles, intoxicated by passion, closed his eyes and let himself be carried away by the illusion. The image of Asmodeus formed in his mind, his mysterious aura and piercing eyes radiating a mixture of desire and danger. He imagined the woman beneath him taking the form of this sensual angel, and a satisfied smile played around his lips as he lost himself in this mental game. Every kiss, every touch seemed to convey the magic of Asmodeus' presence to him, and for a moment Soles was caught in a whirlpool of desire and devotion that gave him the illusion of a forbidden romance with his friend.
The gentle touches and passionate kisses made him believe that he was one with Asmodeus, that their souls were united in this intimate moment.
But as he lost himself in this illusion, a quiet voice of doubt stirred in his subconscious. He knew that this was just a fantasy, a game of his mind that blurred the boundaries between reality and wishful thinking. But at that moment, Soles decided to surrender completely to the illusion and push away thoughts of reality.
With a loud moan, the tall blonde ended his sensual dance and dropped onto the mattress next to the breathless woman. He didn't even give her a glance, not caring that she was the soul of another angel.
He didn't even know her name.
The sun of the heavenly realm colored the surroundings in a pleasant gold and the first gentle rays of day fell through the curtains.
Reality brutally intruded into his consciousness again, and he felt the breath of loneliness filling the void in his heart.
A woman next to him moved, her figure bathed in the first rays of sunlight, and with one last, longing look at Soles, she rose quietly from the mattress. Her eyes briefly grazed his form before she turned away and picked up her clothes from the floor. Without a word of farewell or explanation, she left the room, her footsteps muffled on the soft carpet. The sound of the door closing echoed in Soles' ears, leaving him alone in the dimly lit room.
An air of melancholy and emptiness filled Soles as he slowly stood up and looked at the room, which now seemed deserted. The memory of the illusion he had experienced for a precious moment slowly faded.
A surprising knock on the door interrupted his gloomy thoughts and snapped him out of his melancholy. Soles hesitated for a moment before getting up. As he walked to the door, he tried to wrap himself back into his clothes so as not to immediately reveal what he had done so far.
As he opened the door, he paused with a sinking feeling in his stomach.
Before him stood Asmodeus, the lord and master he had been thinking about for the past hour. His gaze bore a mixture of seriousness and determination. The golden rays of the morning sun played around his figure as he scrutinized Soles. "I just passed a soul of Metatron. Did she happen to get lost with you?"
