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Corrupted...? Pt. 2/4 - Daemon/Angel CherryBerry

(Crimson is Red, Sapphire is Blue...I love this ship how 'bout you?)

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(Crimson)

The local tavern was a new favorite haunt of mine. I've been staying with Sapphire the Angel for two weeks on account of I 'let slip' I have nowhere to stay and he wants to be assured I'm completely healed before I went on my wanderings again. At the moment, however, I wanted to be anywhere else but the tavern.

Glaring at the woman across from me, my lip curled into a snarl. "I don't need a damn babysitter," I told her. She scoffed.

"Forgive me for not trusting a half-blood," she shot back, "Last I checked you owe allegiance to no one. King Nightmare just wants to be assured that his agent is doing his job."

"The only one I owe allegiance to is myself," taking a swig of my drink I continued to glare at her, "The job is going smoothly. You can't rush these things if you want them done properly."

"We both know there are easier ways of corrupting a heart. Spells, enchantments-"

"Will get you a black heart but not if you want control. You need to do it slowly, gain trust, gain real emotion for the bond to be at its strongest."

"But that's a risky venture for you, half-blood. You don't have the strength to keep yourself from any emotion," she protested. I wanted to slap her.

"I'm stronger than you'll ever be, Killer," I told her quietly, "Now, go back to Hell and tell your king that he'll get his heart. He just has to wait." With that, I stood up and left the tavern, throwing my cloak over my shoulders.

Corrupting a heart was indeed a risky business. Many daemons just use magic to do it, but I doubt King Nightmare's plan needs a mere black heart. He wants access to heaven. So does King Reaper. So I needed control over Sapphire's heart to make it properly corrupted, not just black and broken.

My slow process was a deeper magic than mere spells or potions. If I could get the angel to fall in love with me, then I would have not only corrupted him but he would be mine and mine alone, forever.

I smirked at the thought of having a Guardian Angel belonging to me. They were some of the more powerful angels. My smirk deepened at the thought of Sapphire being that angel.

My mission came back to me and my smirk became a scowl as I stopped walking. No, Sapphire wouldn't belong to me... he'd belong to Nightmare.

With a now sour mood, I made my way back to Sapphire's house. His little cottage sat in a secluded part of the woods, snug in a clearing that looked like a piece of Heaven itself to me. Greens and bright colors bloomed all the time, so different from where I lived. The only stones were moss covered and grey, not everywhere and made of obsidian or other black, smokey substances. The brightest thing, however, was the lean, muscular, soft-looking blue-eyed angel struggling to cut firewood in the yard.

His grunts of effort were music to my ears as I approached him, unnoticed.

"Need a hand?" I asked him. He whipped around, clutching the ax. He saw it was me and smiled, setting the ax down.

"No, you'll hurt yourself. I'm doing just fine," he said, setting up to chop the logs again.

"Physical activity would help get my strength back~" I insisted, reaching for the ax. He pouted at me, the gentle curve of his mouth unfitting for such an expression.

"Tell me your name and I'll let you," he countered, holding the ax.

"Kiss me and I'll tell you, dove~" I whispered. He shuddered at my voice but gave me another small pout. I knew he loved my voice, especially when I purred his name into his ear. If one could say he had any vices, it'd be his adoration of my voice. If I bothered to use the Incubus powers Nightmare had woken up, I'd probably find more. But I didn't want to force him. I wanted him to let me in naturally. Thus our game of the lack of my name and my teasing.