Archangle's Touch (short story)

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He stood starring at me from across the room. It was my turn. The only way to get blessed was by his touch. But the only way for it to work was for him to want to give it to me. His bright green eyes seemed to burn into my light brown ones. I blinked and he had vanished. I felt a hand run down my back, teasing me for the power I wished to control. I tilted my head back eyes closed. "Naughty, naughty." He said as he lifted my head back up. I groaned in annoyance as his fingers danced around my waist. "Just do it already." I said.

"You only want the immortality, that's the only reason you came here."

"How would you know?"

"You wouldn't rush me if you weren't." He chuckled.

"It's not my fault." I replied.

"Yes it is. Your the one who longs for my touch."

"No I don't."

"You do realize I can tell when your lying."

"I bet you can't." I sneered. "Just do it already."

"All you want is the mark." He whispered in my ear.

"Give it to me." I said.

"You do realize it will hurt?" He asked.

"Yes! I realize it will hurt! Just do it." I replied in a frustrated manner.

"Lift your shirt up, take it off." He said. I lifted up my shirt and threw it to the ground. He touched my back, outlining where he was going to mark. Then I felt his fingers heat up and burn into my skin. I screamed. His finger burned into my back.

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