The devil smiled evilly at the angel's weakened and vulnerable state. They couldn't be more happier and fulfilled seeing the angel like this.
The devil took a few steps closer as the angel took steps back. Their eyes gleamed bloody red.
It was amazing in the angel's view how the devil could change their eye colour, depending on the situation. Hunger, malice, lust, thirst were how the angel could define the devil's current state.
For a moment, they trembled fear in the devil's gaze, but they had to admit, that this potential of the devil; changing eye colour, always fascinated them. The angel always became submissive and the devil was well aware of that.
They didn't like it but the devil enjoyed every bit of it. They had planed on corrupting the newly enthusiastic angel ever since they spotted them in a not so pure place.
And there was nothing like seeing this particular angel beg them for mercy. The angel had committed a taboo, one in which they would pay with their life. But the devil had other plans.
Proposing a challenge in which: if the angel wins they would be given punishment by the God and if the devil wins, the angel will be theirs'.
The devil's followers didn't know why their king would go after such a low level angel. And they never will.
The angel panted, beads of sweat trickling down their temples to the fresh bruise on their neck.
The devil took another step closer and now they were inches apart. The look of horror didn't leave the angel's face and satisfaction didn't leave the devil's.
They smiled again and said,"I really want to make you mine."
"You will not!" the angel protested.
The devil was shocked at first but then let out a menacing chuckle.
"You honestly think that after everything I've done to you, your so called family will let you through the barrier?" Their voice held mockery.
The angel was frustrated, annoyed, irritated. Partly because the devil was right, but also because they enjoyed that this particular devil corrupted them. And the devil knew that all too well considering the look of pure joy in they blood thirsty eyes.
"'The fallen are far worse than those who were born to be.' You said so yourself my sweet angel."
(the last line was my own. i thought of it. better give me credit [jk jk] )
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