𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚆𝚎 & 𝙼𝙲𝚈𝚃 𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜

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Thank you Fan_girl_to_the_max for requesting this! Much love ❤️
Demons & Angles AU
Warning ⚠️: very very light smut?

Y/n's P.O.V

A drop of sweat rolls down my neck as my large, white wings beat in a rhythmic pattern.

I fly smoothly through the hellish landscape, dodging pools of lava and dark molten creatures on the way through the foreign world.

Calm down y/n! You got this! You've done this before, nothing will be different. I think to myself.

Just get in, collect some information, and get out. It's as simple as that.

But still, even with calming thoughts, my heart kept racing.

The Fallen Angel, also known as Satan, and his army of demons, have stolen something valuable to us angles, the Prime Song.

(A/N: yes I got the prime song from Black Plasma Studios. Check them out. They cool)

Every angel, when of age, gets their very own song in which they can use to them to increase their powers and protect the innocent.

The Prime Song is the main source of all songs and makes its user incredibly powerful and addicted to power, the exact reason why no angel has ever tried to wield it and Satan wanted it.

Before long, I see large, dark castle made out of deep red stone, no doubt where Satan is keeping the Prime Song.

I gently lower myself onto the burned floor, a fair length away from the castle and tuck in my feathered wings.

My job is to collect as much information about the security and layout of the castle as possible.

Taking small and dainty steps, being extra careful that no demon or monster has seen me, I sneak into the castle through a small opening in the back.

A red hue encases the inside of the tall stone building.

Candles of all sizes hug the walls, creating an eerie feeling throughout the long twisted halls.

I immediately duck around a nearby corner as I hear a pair of heavy footsteps coming towards me.

I can feel my heart racing in my chest as the foot steps slowly pass me and continue down the corridor.

Just as I was about to let out a sigh of relief, my body was suddenly pinned against the opposite wall.

I let out a small squeal before a large hand was placed over my mouth, preventing me from speaking as the other one holds my wrists above my head.

When I looked up to see who had attacked me, my blood went cold.

My whole body freezes as my y/e/c eyes locked with deep black ones which were framed by smooth black glasses.
(A/N: y/e/c= your eye colour)

In the dim light, I can just make out two blackish red wings.

Not made out of pure white feathers like mine, but of dark, teared, flesh and bones.

"Well well well, look what we have hear." says the demon in a deep, husky voice.

Stay calm, stay calm. It's ok. You can find a way out of this. I think.

"Looks like we've got ourselves a human." he chuckles.

EXCUSE ME?

I scoff and roll my eyes.