Limitless (NCT one shots)

Dominance the series pt 5 fDoTae)

Ok, so this is probably not as dominant as I intended it but it is what it is.
This is a demon, angel fic which I don't really know anything about that stuff so please don't hate on me.
Also, I started this a week ago but only had inspiration right before I would fall asleep so I got it done a little at a time this week. This is the last of the dominance series as not only is my brain tapped out at the moment, I have ideas for others I want to write. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and sorry for the long wait.

Doyoung glides through the massive, elaborate hallways of the Lyra, making his way to the large meeting room. The place is named of a near by constellation, its neutral ground for the angels and demons that inhabit the spaces around earth, unseen by the human inhabitants. It was agreed upon ages ago that this would be a sacred place where no one could harm another, but it doesn't state anywhere in the laws that one can't be persuaded with temptation. It goes both ways really. As much as one can't be persuaded to the dark side, one can be brought into the light. That of course depends on their sins made while in human form.
He is of less importance than most that are in attendance but it is still one of his duties to be here.
He hates coming to this realm. It's filled with temptations, none of which he would ever succumb to, but they have lost many a pure soul to the dark temptresses of the underworld.

His wings of pure, almost glowing white, hang proudly behind him as he makes his way down the corridors of gold with black accents. It was of course made to accommodate both sides as far as taste. Doyoung has always been a pure soul, even while he inhabited earth he was never dragged into temptation. He may not be one of the important beings to lead their peace talks that occur every ten years but he is one of the highest respected ever to walk the halls.

The purpose of the assembly is to keep one side from taking over and wreaking havoc on the human populations. Of course if the angels were in control it would be perfect but because the underworld exists they have to make compromises to avoid an all out holy war. Human civilization just isn't ready for that yet.

He makes his way, keeping his head up, he knows it's not a good idea to make eye contact with those that carry black wings on their backs so he doesn't. He doesn't acknowledge anyone's existence, angel or demon. It's better that way.

Where he's from the form in which they inhabit, basically their former human selves, they don't need clothing. No angel is tempted by the sexual desires of humans and demons. They are there because they are pure of heart.
This day he is wrapped in a flowing, white, silk gown that wraps around his body from neck to feet. He feels good about this meeting. Both parties have been rather cordial in the last decade so he expect no problems, and a quick result.

When he gets to the grand hall where the council is meeting, he sees most seats in the front are taken so he sits to the back. He folds his hands neatly in his lap to say a prayer for his and all the cohabitants well being. He doesn't really have to pray for the dark angels but he is always compelled to hope that his little prayer would bring someone from the dark into the light.

Just as the assembly is starting something in the shadows against the wall catches his attention. He only looks through his peripheral vision. He knows it's a dark angel of course. He knows he can't make eye contact, for he may lose himself. But the first of many temptations that will plague him tonight is curiosity. Why does it feel like this being has singled him out. He feels as if they are burning holes in his heavenly skin.

He tries his best to ignore the presence as it feels like it's getting closer with each breath taken, but when he feels it right next to the bench he is sitting on, it's already too late for him.
He looks up at the figure hovering over him and sees a beauty like no other. His round black eyes, his blacker than black hair that frames his face, accentuating his pale skin, his beauty. As he sits lost in the black angels eyes he already knows it's going to be almost impossible to get himself back. But, just like a beautiful butterfly dancing from flower to flower, disappearing into a field of many, he is gone. Doyoung feels almost panicked at the loss as his head swivels around. He can't help himself when he's walking out of the room to follow the perfectly black wings that delicately sit on the demons beautiful form.
Unlike angels the demons don't wear anything to cover themselves, they thrive on offering temptation wherever they are.