Golden wings

Chapter 14 - Allure

A big shadow hanged from a tall tree.

Many sharp fangs peeked from a long maw; those big jaws opened with anxiousness, to take a long inhale of the nocturnal air. A big bat smiled, because he smelled his objective again.

He could smell the angel. It was near. But out of reach.

He crossed his arms below his wings, and then let out a long sigh. Two eyes opened in the palms of his claws, and revealed two sharp red pupils, which looked around him cunningly. Their glint was full of hatred and malice. And anger...

The devil growled, because he could feel the demon of violet flames, not too far.

He had followed that scent... Unable to forget that angel.

How could he forget? How could he wave away such tempting prey?

It would be a sin to simply let the opportunity fly away. He would kill for a bite. He would tear flesh apart, to be able to taste again that pure blood. He would torment and torture, to be able to reach for those scarce sweet tears again. He would.

He would... But he could not.

He raised his claws to his snout and hissed under his breath. He shook, while he hanged upside down. He glared at the distance, at the clearing hidden between trees ahead. Even if he was far, the noise of the waterfall was making his long pointy ears twitch.

He couldn't reach that place. He had tried to. He had followed the lead of that scent, which made him lose his mind. He had figured out where the angel hid, still alive. He had seen him.

That other young demon watched the angel too. Those dammed violet eyes never stopped gazing at the angel. But he never tried to attack or hunt.

"A waste."

A true shame. If he was HIS angel, he would make every demon proud. He would show the angel how a real demon was supposed to be: An angel's demise... If death was even granted at all.

But that young demon was just watching, doing nothing.

Useless...

He sighed and let his ears lower in exasperation.

That young demon watched, hated and intimidated the angel; but he did not dare kill. Like that, there would not be a single drop of blood he could snatch.

If only he could kill the angel himself, without the other devil knowing... Without angering him and having to fight...

But how?

If he tried to approach more and kill him, the other demon would know. He would leave his own scent on the bloodied carcass and remains of the angel. He would leave the scent of a demon. A scent he would not be able to blame on that wolf, not without suspicion. It would raise too many questions. They would notice in time that scent did not belong to either of them, in time. And he knew the horned demon would want payback, to prove his innocence to that human.

How...?

The devil hissed again and curled on itself. All his body was begging for a sip of that sweet and enthralling blood. It was almost maddening. Centuries could go by until another one appeared in this region. He couldn't take it. It was just there, near. It was tempting him to lunge.

While he trembled and lamented... A human advanced through the dense forest.

Cecilia walked surely through the woods. Her eyes were full of bitterness and exasperation. Her mind was full of jealousy and anger.