The Moulin Rouge. A nightclub, a dance hall and bordello. Ruled over by Montparnasse. A kingdom of nighttime pleasures, where the rich and powerful came to play with the young and beautiful creatures of the underworld. The most beautiful of all of these, was the man Enjolras loved... Grantaire. A dancer, who sold his love to people. They called him "The Glittering Emerald." He was the star of the Moulin Rouge. (As usual, I'm posting this for my very talented friend! Feedback is much appreciated!)

An angel and demon, inevitably bound together by unknown depths of the universe and connected through an even greater force known as love. Xavion sees no joy in this supposedly fair world rebuilt by Yahweh and his angels. His neglectful upbringing and specist society caused an endless cycle of self-pity and loathing for others. Malach, the soon to be ruler of Heaven, is a particularly bothersome nuisance who seems to be hell-bent on ruining Xavion's life every chance he gets. Can two creatures destined by birth to despise each other learn to look beneath their initial layers of superficiality? Content/trigger warning: This story contains strong language, violence, atypical religious themes and sexual activity.