After Azael was expelled from Heavens, as a fallen angel of a highest rank, he devoted his existence to corrupt humanity. Now, even having Manhattan as his playground, his life has become lame and meaningless. It was until he met Celina Martinez, A...
"You know you're playing with fire buddy, did you?"
Azael turned around to the deep voice speaking in a heavy accent. He saw no one in his office, yet he knew the voice well. "Make yourself seen. I'm not in the mood to play hide and seek Satan."
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Dressed in an elegant charcoal grey tailored suit, Lucifer appeared. "You better show some respect to your superiors, Azael." The gorgeous devil crooked up a smile, his emerald eyes fixed on the fallen angel as he arched an eyebrow. "I thought you'd be glad to see me. It's been almost a century since the last time we met." Satan served himself a glass of whiskey from the bar in the office.
"What brings you to Manhattan, Morning Star?" Azael overacted a reverence, a lot of sarcasm in his tone.
"You know I hate being called that way. Don't make me light your ass on fire Azael!" Lucifer snapped his fingers. A flame bursting on his hands. "You know what brings me here. Gabriel has come to see me. The Archangel told me you've been playing David for a woman. Remember your not king neither human. Free will and love are far off and you know it."
"You've killed an innocent man for no other reason than your whims. And that didn't raise our numbers because he's in heaven! You've got angels on my back now Azael!"
"I love her!"
"No you don't! Just go on and fuck her and that's it! Come on Azael, you're a prince of Hell. You could have any woman you want on earth. You must stop this or know the price: a life for a life."
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That night Celina stood by the window, staring at the rainy skies. Clutching a mug of hot chocolate, she cried. It had been so hard for her to assimilate Marcus's death knowing it had not been an accident, but the dreadful act of a demon, a creature that even though she was able to detect, she'd preferred to deny their existence.
Tensing her lips to a sweet smell other than the chocolate she drank, he sighed. A bit of mortification reflected on her face. "I told you to leave me alone, Azael." She spoke, sensing his presence, yet she didn't face him.
"You're too special." He mumbled.
A furious Celina turned around, "You know who's special? Marcus was special and you killed him!" She placed the mug on the table and walked towards him defiantly.
"I told you, I did it because I love you!" He stepped forwards, closing the gap between them, arms dropped at his sides showing her he'd come not to fight.
"Stop! Liar! You're a demon! Demons don't love!"
"Yes we can! I'll show you how!" Taking her by an arm, the demon hauled her out to the terrace. There Azael grabbed her by the waist tight. "Hold on to me!"
"No wait! I don't...!"
Wings sprung from Azael's back and both rocketed out the Apartment and flew up to the building's roof.
Under a heavy rain, Azael spoke to her with bitter tenderness. "I'll show you how much I care for you. If this the price I'll have to pay I'll do. If it's only human to love, then for you, human I'll be!" Saying that, Azael walked to the brim of the roof.
"No, wait!" Knowing his intentions, Celina tried to stop him, but the demon didn't listen and threw himself to the abyss. In the way he fell, the feathers on his wings peeled off, yet he didn't made anything to stop falling. She watched from the cornice. "Azael don't please!" He didn't flap his wings, letting him go until he hit the pavement.
Celina hurried down the stairs. Sorrow and fear choke her throats and breathing was hard, yet she kept running.
When she made it outsides there were people already around Azael. He laid back on the floor. His wings had disappeared and he convulsed in pain, unable to move. A fine thread of blood trailed out his moaning lips. "What have you done!" She cried and kneeled on the pavement.
In the corner, The Reaper waited, empty sack in hands. The sound of an approaching ambulance broke in the soberness of the moment and the people's murmur. "I love you Celina", Azael tried to speak, his hand reaching her face.
"Please, don't move. Don't speak... everything will be fine", salted tears mixed with the falling rain.
Satan arrived, a big black umbrella in hands, and stood by the Angel of Death. Without speaking, he nodded to the Reaper. To the unspoken orders, the cloaked figure walked away.
The ambulance arrived and he watched with some sort of complacency the paramedics working on Azael. A wicked smile drew on his face. "A life for a life... let's the game begin."
The End
***It was supposed to be a 3k words, but oops, I think it went slightly over the word limit. This story responds to ParanormalLoversParanormalCommunity #DeadlyKisses and #ParanormalLovers challenges.
