An Angel With Borrowed Wings

Soft Spot

Sebastian's POV
Disgust. That was the only 'emotion' I felt when I saw Damien consoling Phil. I hated it, Philip lester was absolutely useless to me. He mainly possessed pure emotions, love, happiness, and more love. His soul would probably be like eating the sweetest pastel pink candy floss (or cotton candy) ever created, the thought of it made me retch. His husband on the other hand...

Daniel James Howell-Lester was a whirlpool of emotions. He pretends to hate Damien and spite him when truly he only wants to 'protect' Damien from having to carry out my dirty work to protect them. However, a part of him genuinely does wish that he had never met Phil and that he could have convinced Phil to just adopt a child instead of summoning me.

Summoning me. The thought of it made me cackle with glee, Philip Lester's major undoing. However if I did feel emotions, I would've felt indebted to Phil in gratitude, after all if it wasn't for him I would've never found Damien.

Damien, the most adorable little boy I had ever seen in all my centuries as a demon. Luscious brown curls that framed his round, fair face and set off his eyes. His eyes. I had never seen such beautiful eyes on any other human except Phil, since I had been ordered to create Damien as a combination of both Dan's and phil's genes, I had carefully crafted the different shades of blue, yellow, and green in Damien's eyes to match his father's. Although I could not transfer the full extent of Phil's glorious eyes, I had to admit Damien looked exquisite. However I had made a mistake.

Damien was given a trait only a demon like me could add into his genes. Absolute likeability, from anything. I'm still not certain what it is, whether it's his deep, soulful eyes and sorrowful gaze, or how the entire world seems to light up when he rarely smiles but I had created Damien to be irresistible, even to demons.

As much as I despise myself to admit this, but I had created a visually perfect human boy... and even I had fallen under his enchantment. Something about him triggered memories of my previous master, and I couldn't bring myself to end his pathetic existence right there and then. So instead of taking his soul right away, I made him my 'apprentice'.

As time passed, Damien grew closer and closer to me and Phil and began despising Dan more and more, this gave me immense pleasure, but I have to end this all now. The hierarchy of demons means that demon lords that are higher than me in status are allowed to keep track of my actions and many of them are informed of Damien. The real danger is if they discover my caring feelings for this boy, I could be stripped of all importance and turned into a meager slave demon. If I want to prevent this from happening, I must take drastic action. Little did I know that a chance to end Damien would come requiring no effort from me...

An angel. A gorgeous, elegant looking thing with the prettiest porcelain skin and big round eyes, and the cutest button nose, covered head to toe in white. Pure and innocent on the outside, while brewing deep shame and regret within her soul. It was just one of those angels who were on the edge of falling victim to sin, like the many others who were given a last mission to save themselves. Ironic that it was the mission of creatures of darkness like I to ensure that the would fail. Or in more accurate words.. Damien's.

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