For thousands of years he has existed. Never did he expect a human to catch his eye. Never did he think one little mortal in the long existence of the species to catch his attention .
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Never did she expect her curiosi...
Lucifer's pov~~ A growl came from the fallen as he hovered above the harbor. Abandoned buildings. Of course Michael would take her to something abandoned. His brother had become so predictable it annoyed him. The fallen scanned the area with his glowing eyes and his attention was drawn to a rather large warehouse. He caught her scent and felt his feral side try to rise to the surface. Every fallen had a beast inside them , a curse courtesy of his father. He was no exception. A dragon like beast lurked within him clawing to escape and protect it's mate. His hands slowly shifted into dragon like claws and his wings slowly lost their feathers. In place of them were scaled black blue wings with razor sharp points. The scaled were smooth but, if he wanted they would become serrated and venomous. This is why Lucifer had earned his reputation after the fall. He was swift on the battle field.
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The fallen growled and slowly lowered himself to the ground. His Cold eyes settled on the door of the warehouse. He could feel her inside. He could also feel his brother .. A dark energy swirled within his brothers energy that Lucifer recognized as a sign of an angel soon to fall. He chuckled, ah yes Micheal was soon to fall. Lucifer's eyes flashed in dark pleasure. He would revel in this. His teeth shifted in his mouth becoming pointed and sharp and his ears sharpened . From his forward grew horns that curled back. The beast rumbled in pleasure smelling the battle to come. -------- faith pov------ The young woman groaned as sudden light entered the room. Looking up she noticed q very disheveled Michael in the doorway. His chest heaving and falling and eyes crazed. His wings were slowly changing from the shimmering white to grey and then black at the tips. His teeth were now pointed in his mouth as the dark energy swirled around him pulsing and attacking his celestial grace . Faith felt a lump form in her throat that she recognized as fear. She feared for her life. Michael seemed to be dropping further and further into a crazed blood lust and she already knew she was going to suffer from it. When his eyes landed on her a feral growl was released within the room as he marched forward and grabbed her by the hair at her scalp. A scream left her mouth as he began to drag her across the floor and out the door. When the exited the room she heard the screams of terror and her own screams became silent. "It seems he's come for you little one" Michaels voice reverberated through the room making her flinch. She struggled to unbind her wrists unaware of when they had become bound. She gasped in pain as the grip on her scalp tightened causing her to scream out. If he kept it up he was going to tear her scalp from her head. She felt tears gathering in her eyes and wondered what she had done to cause this. Then slowly she realized the screams had ceased . Her eyes lifted to look down the hallway towards the stairs as shadows seemed to curve their way up them. Slowly the shadows began to block the sunlight from outside. Whispers could be heard followed by a deep baritone rumble. Then, eyes appeared at the end of the hallway . Drip drip drip the noise echoed throughout the room. She realized with horror that blood dripped from glistening claws under the crappy warehouse light. The eyes were focused on Michael and they were filled primal fury. She felt like a rabbit frozen in the sight of a feral beast. It slowly became apparent to her as to who stood before her. Lucifer she thought in relief. His eyes shifted to her as if he could hear her . A low rumble came from him and it slowly turned into a deep growl as he shifted his eyes back to Michael. She gasped as he stepped under the light. Blood.. so much blood. It dripped from his wings , from his mouth where she was sure she saw bits of flesh causing her to wince. It dripped from his sharp point claws and drenched his chest and the tunic that rested at his waist. He looked feral and she could tell her as pissed. She gaped as something shifted beneath his skin. Was this what a fallen truly was? A beast with primal instincts? When he spoke. She shivered in a mix of fear in pleasure, "Michael, give me my woman." His voice was deep and velvety with a hint of rasp. The maniacal chuckle beside her caused her heart to speed up as she realized she was in more danger with Michael than shed ever be with the fallen before her. She began to struggle as it sank it. She needed to get free. To get to the male in front of her and away from the one whose nails dug into her neck as they sharpened. Her eyes were wide with panic and fear as Michael spoke and revealed his plans "ah Lucifer always the impatient one. No, I will not be returning her to you... Alive that is. .. I plan to rip her heart out in front of you. How does that sound brother " he said ending with a sneer. She stilled as his hand rested above her breast and heart . Her breathing harsh as her chest heaved and fell. Silence ensued as the brothers eyed each other. One ready to rip her life away and the other ready to pounce . His muscles coiled in silent rage as, once again ,she noticed something sifting beneath his skin.
