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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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Benjamin had been lying quietly in bed next to Asmodeus for a long time, his gaze resting gently on the sleeping angel. The dull red light streaming through the window enveloped Asmodeus' figure in an orange veil and emphasized the delicate contours of his face. There was a mixture of fascination and admiration in Benjamin's gaze as he looked at the angel's calm radiance. At that moment, all worries and obstacles seemed to be forgotten, and Benjamin couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settle over his heart.
There was something magical about the way Asmodeus lay there, completely relaxed and free from the burdens of the world. His expression was gentle, the wrinkles of tension had smoothed out and he seemed to have sunk into a deep, restful sleep.
Benjamin couldn't help but wonder what the angel was dreaming about.
Perhaps of forgotten memories, of a time when the universe was still young and untouched. Or perhaps of the wonders of heaven that he had known before he had traveled into the darkness of hell.
Quiet as a breeze, Benjamin brushed a strand of the angel from his face and watched Asmodeus shift slightly in his sleep, as if sensing the touch. For a moment, Benjamin felt an indescribable closeness to the angel lying next to him, and he wanted nothing more than for this moment to last forever.
But the world kept turning, and the challenges of the day ahead would soon catch up with them.
But for this one moment, Benjamin could just sit back and enjoy the calm presence of the angel who meant so much more to him than he would ever admit.
Asmodeus' eyelids fluttered gently before they slowly opened and he was greeted by the warm light of dawn. A delicate glow lay over the room, bathing the angel in a soft glow and enhancing his aura of calm and serenity.
He stretched out comfortably and felt the pleasant softness of the comforter under his body and the warmth in his heart.
A hint of surprise and joy slipped over Asmodeus' features as he looked at the son of the devil resting so peacefully beside him. His eyes didn't even look tired, as if he had been watching him for a while.
A warm smile spread across Asmodeus' lips as he carefully sat up and leaned over to Benjamin. "Don't you need any sleep?" he murmured softly, his voice whispered by the stillness of the morning.
He reached out to gently touch the angel's face and stroke it with his thumb. He couldn't take his hands off him. As if touching him would create a closer connection. "Yes, but watching you sleep was more exciting than what could ever happen in hell," Benjamin smiled, never once breaking eye contact.
"Then it must be really dull in hell," Asmodeus chuckled and moved closer to the Morningstar's warm body. He enjoyed the little caresses, even though he was reluctant to touch Benjamin himself. He scrutinized him, every detail from the dark eyelashes to the soft lips he wanted to kiss. Finally, he lifted his hand and placed his finger on Benjamin's nose.
