Trixie’s wings whispered through the air as she descended, the soft glow of her presence breaking through the earthly gloom. This was her sacred duty—delivering mortal souls to their eternal rest. It was a task she cherished, a chance to witness the divine joy on their faces as they ascended to the glory of heaven.
But as she approached the modest home, her peace fractured. The air felt heavier, tainted. She landed softly on the dew-kissed grass, her steps faltering as her gaze fell on the figure lounging near the entrance.
Katya.
The demon stood there with the audacity of someone who knew they didn’t belong but reveled in the chaos they brought. Trixie’s chest tightened as her feathers ruffled in agitation. She had checked the Book of Life herself. This soul was destined for heaven, so what in God’s name was Katya doing here?
“You’re not supposed to be here,” Trixie said, her voice firm, though her irritation bled through. A few feathers floated to the ground as she stepped closer, her glow brightening like a holy beacon.
Katya’s tail swished lazily behind her, an impish grin curling her crimson lips. “Oh, angel, I think you’re mistaken,” she purred, her eyes glinting with mischief as they raked over Trixie. “This soul belongs to me.”
Trixie’s golden eyes narrowed. “No,” she said sharply, thrusting the papers she held into Katya’s chest. “I checked. See for yourself.”
Katya didn’t even glance at them. With a flick of her fingers, the parchment ignited, curling into ash before drifting to the ground. Trixie’s hand, now empty, pressed against Katya’s chest, her palm burning from the heat of the demon’s skin.
“Hey! What was that for?” Trixie hissed, snatching her hand back as though scorched.
Katya smirked, her fangs peeking out as she leaned closer. “Because, angel, you’re wrong. My records are never incorrect. Unlike yours, it seems.” She paused, her tone turning playful. “And anyway, you’re early. The soul hasn’t even passed yet.”
Trixie huffed, her wings flaring slightly in frustration. “I’m always early. You, on the other hand, seem to make tardiness an art form. How do you manage to be so consistently… undevout?”
Katya laughed, a low, sinful sound that sent a shiver down Trixie’s spine. “Busy woman,” she said, snapping her fingers to summon a cigarette that lit itself with a spark of hellfire. She took a drag, the ember casting a faint red glow against her sharp features.
Trixie stepped past her, the soft rustle of her wings filling the silence as the faint glow of her divine aura intensified. “Stay out of my way, demon,” she said, her voice like the ringing of a church bell—clear and unyielding.
But as she crossed the threshold, she couldn’t shake the weight of Katya’s presence behind her, nor the unspoken tension crackling in the air. She knew exactly why Katya was here. The soul’s fate wasn’t fixed. It was… malleable, like wet clay waiting to be shaped.
And Trixie could already tell this wasn’t going to end in quiet reverence.
Trixie’s wings rustled as she strode into the house, her glow illuminating the dim living room. She could sense the mortal’s fading life force pulsing weakly in the air. This was it—the moment of transition.
The elderly man lay in a recliner, his chest rising and falling shallowly. His spirit hovered just above his body, flickering faintly, unsure of where to go.
Before Trixie could approach, Katya sauntered in behind her, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor.
“Well, well,” Katya drawled, her tail swishing lazily. “Here we are, the final moments. Such a shame he didn’t live long enough to repent properly.”
Trixie shot her a glare. “You’re unbelievable.” She knelt beside the man’s spirit, her hands glowing with divine light. “It’s okay,” she said softly to the soul. “You’ve lived a good life. It’s time to come with me.”
“Oh, don’t listen to her,” Katya interjected, crouching on the other side of the spirit. Her golden eyes gleamed with mischief as she leaned in close. “You’ve made some... questionable choices, haven’t you? Nobody’s perfect. But I understand you. I won’t judge.”
“Excuse me?” Trixie snapped, rising to her feet. “This soul has been marked for heaven. I don’t know why you’re even here.”
Katya smirked, rising to meet her eye to eye. “Oh, I’m here because your perfect little system isn’t so perfect after all. He’s been living in the gray area for decades—cheating on his taxes, cutting corners at work, even stealing candy from children. Yes, really.”
Trixie crossed her arms, her glow intensifying. “That doesn’t erase all the good he’s done! He raised a family, donated to charity, and repented for his mistakes.”
Katya rolled her eyes, snapping her fingers to summon a small infernal contract that hovered in the air between them. “Repentance doesn’t undo the fine print, sweetheart. And guess what? He signed away a teensy piece of his soul during a drunken night in Vegas. Technically, he’s mine.”
“That’s ridiculous!” Trixie shouted, her wings flaring wide. The room filled with a divine wind, the light from her aura brightening to a near-blinding intensity.
Katya shielded her eyes dramatically, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh no! Light! Whatever shall I do?”
Trixie clenched her fists, the air shimmering around her as golden vines sprouted from the ground, wrapping gently around the mortal’s flickering soul. “You’re not taking him.”
Katya snapped her fingers again, igniting the edges of the vines with demonic fire. “Oh, I think I am.”
The soul wavered between the two forces, trembling like a leaf in a storm.
“Would you stop being so childish?” Trixie hissed, stepping closer. “This isn’t about you or me—it’s about him!”
“Exactly!” Katya retorted, her tail flicking in agitation. “And maybe he doesn’t want to spend eternity playing the harp on a cloud. Ever think of that?”
Trixie groaned, her glow faltering slightly. She turned to the confused soul, her voice softening. “Listen to me. You don’t have to be afraid. Heaven is a place of peace and love. You’ve earned it.”
Katya crouched again, her voice low and seductive. “Or you could come with me. Hell’s not all fire and brimstone, you know. We have... variety. Excitement. And honestly? You might have more fun.”
The soul hesitated, glancing between them.
Trixie’s wings drooped slightly, frustration bubbling under her skin. “He doesn’t need ‘fun,’ Katya. He needs rest.”
Katya leaned on her elbow, grinning. “And what if he wants both?”
The soul’s flickering grew stronger as it floated higher, looking between the two celestial beings. Finally, it spoke in a soft, trembling voice.
“I... I think I need to choose for myself.”
Both women froze.
Katya raised an eyebrow. “Well, this is new. Usually, they’re too scared to say anything.”
Trixie ignored her, her expression softening as she nodded. “That’s your right. It’s your eternity.”
The soul hovered for a long moment before turning to Katya. “You’re right. I’ve made mistakes—more than I care to admit. But I don’t want to give up hope. I want to believe I can still find peace.”
Katya blinked, surprised. She straightened up, her tail flicking absently as she crossed her arms. “Fine. Your choice.”
Trixie stepped forward, holding out her hand. The soul reached for it, and as their fingers touched, it began to glow brighter, dissolving into golden light.
Katya sighed dramatically, leaning against the doorway. “Another win for the good guys. Congrats.”
Trixie turned to her, her lips curving into a small, triumphant smile. “You gave him a choice. That’s what matters.”
Katya rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the smirk tugging at her lips. “Don’t get used to it, angel. Next time, I’m playing dirty.”
With a flap of her wings, Trixie ascended, the glow of the departing soul trailing behind her.
Katya watched her go, muttering under her breath, “Next time, maybe I’ll just cheat.”
~
Trixie sat at her desk in heaven, her quill scratching lightly against the parchment as she signed her name on yet another stack of documents. Her office was serene, bathed in the soft glow of eternal light, the air scented faintly with lilies. It was a familiar routine—one that usually brought her a sense of peace. But today, her mind was restless, her thoughts circling back to a certain demon with piercing eyes and a smile that seemed to linger in the air long after she left.
A knock at her door broke her reverie. Another angel entered, their robe shimmering like spun silver. “Trixie, there’s a letter for you,” they said, setting a crisp envelope on her desk.
“Thank you,” she replied, her tone gentle but distracted. With a nod, the angel left, closing the door behind them.
Trixie leaned back in her chair, her wings draped over its edges and eyed the envelope. Letters were rare here. Most communication was handled directly, without the need for written messages. Who would bother with something so formal?
She picked it up, noticing the sharp contrast of the black wax seal against the ivory paper. Her heart gave a slight flutter—an emotion she was unaccustomed to. Slowly, she reached for the golden letter opener on her desk, its blade as pristine as her thoughts were supposed to be.
As the seal broke and the paper unfolded, her suspicions were confirmed. The parchment inside was jet black, its edges tinged with crimson as if dipped in blood. She didn’t even need to read it to know who it was from.
Still, she did.
“Meet me tonight at the cathedral.
Don’t make me wait.
-K.”
Her eyes lingered on the ink, sharp and precise, like the hand that must have written it. She read the words again, and then once more, as if expecting them to rearrange themselves into something less dangerous, less tempting. But the message remained the same, dark and taunting, beckoning her like a forbidden hymn.
Trixie set the letter down on her desk, her hands trembling ever so slightly. Why did it feel as though the paper itself radiated heat, like it had been pulled straight from the depths of hell?
She stared at it for a long moment, the golden glow of her office dimming in her thoughts. Katya’s words, simple as they were, carried weight. A demand. An invitation. A challenge.
Her fingers brushed over the edges of the parchment, and she felt a pang of unease mixed with something she didn’t want to name. Anticipation? No, that couldn’t be it.
Why had she read it so many times? Why couldn’t she shake the sound of Katya’s voice in her mind, low and teasing, as though she were speaking the words directly into Trixie’s ear?
With a sigh, Trixie folded the letter neatly and tucked it away. She knew what the right choice was—the holy one. Ignore it. Forget it. Let it burn away like the fleeting temptation it was.
But deep down, she already knew what she would do.
The cathedral loomed large in her mind, its shadow stretching across the divide between duty and desire.
And as much as she hated to admit it, she had never been good at keeping Katya waiting.
~
That night, Trixie stepped through the door of the cathedral, her heels clicking softly against the stone floor. She knew she shouldn’t be here, lingering in the mortal world without purpose or duty. It was dangerous for both of them, and they both knew it.
Katya was already waiting, sprawled lazily across the altar steps as if she owned the place. Her red bodysuit hugged her figure, the black skirt and thigh-high boots adding a touch of drama that only Katya could pull off. As she stood, her boots echoed loudly, her tail flicking in amusement.
“You came,” Katya said, her voice low and teasing, her lips curling into a wicked smile.
“Why wouldn’t I?” Trixie replied, fighting to keep her tone steady despite the rapid thrum of her heart. “What do you want, Katya?”
“Oh, just a chat,” Katya purred, sauntering closer, her eyes raking over Trixie. “Although, you seem tense. Maybe we could work some of that out?”
Trixie rolled her eyes. “I didn’t come here to play games.”
“Shame,” Katya said with a smirk. “Because I love games.”
Trixie’s patience snapped. “If you have something to say, just say it!” she snapped, her wings flaring wide, their golden light bathing the dark cathedral in a radiant glow. Energy crackled at her fingertips, dancing like tiny suns.
Katya’s grin widened, wicked and challenging. “Finally, a little fire. I was starting to think you were all feathers and no fight.”
With a flick of her hand, dark flames burst to life, licking at the edges of the altar and casting jagged shadows across the walls. “Let’s see what you’ve got, angel.”
Trixie didn’t hesitate. She hurled a blazing orb of light straight at Katya, who ducked and twirled out of the way with infuriating grace. Her laughter echoed through the cathedral as the attack left a charred mark on the stone floor.
Their clash was chaotic yet controlled, a dance of light and shadow that illuminated the space with bursts of radiant gold and searing red. Katya was quick, her movements fluid and calculated, while Trixie’s strikes were precise, her power glowing brighter with each attack.
In a swift move, Katya feinted to the side, catching Trixie off guard. Before Trixie could react, Katya surged forward, pinning her against the altar with a surprising amount of strength. Trixie’s back hit the cool stone, her wings splaying out behind her in a flurry of gold feathers.
“Enough,” Katya murmured, her voice low and breathy. Her hands pressed firmly against Trixie’s shoulders, and her smirk was devilish as ever.
Trixie glared at her, her chest heaving as she tried to steady her breathing. “Get off me,” she said, though her voice wavered.
Katya leaned in, her lips hovering dangerously close to Trixie’s. “Make me,” she whispered, her words a challenge, her gaze locked onto Trixie’s.
Trixie opened her mouth to respond, but the words caught in her throat as Katya’s lips brushed against hers. The kiss was tentative at first, a mere graze of lips, but it quickly deepened, becoming fierce and all-consuming.
Trixie’s hands gripped Katya’s arms, not to push her away but to pull her closer. The glow of her powers flickered and dimmed as she surrendered to the moment, her wings trembling slightly.
Katya’s fingers tangled in Trixie’s hair, her tail curling around Trixie’s leg as their kiss grew hungrier, more desperate.
When they finally broke apart, their foreheads pressed together, Trixie’s golden eyes searched Katya’s crimson ones.
“This is a mistake,” Trixie whispered, her voice trembling.
Katya chuckled softly, her smirk returning. “Probably,” she said, her thumb brushing against Trixie’s jaw. “But it’s a fun one, isn’t it?”
Trixie didn’t respond, but the way her lips pressed against Katya’s once more said everything she couldn’t.
Katya retracted her claws before moving her hand down Trixie’s body, leaving a trail of heat in it’s wake. Trixie arched her hips up to Katya’s hand. She needed this just as badly as Katya did.
“Let me eat you out angel” Katya purred, her gaze flicking up to Trixie’s, her forked tongue darting out to wet her red lips.
Trixie whined in response; her wings curled around her. Katya kept her eyes on Trixie as she sunk to the stone floor, the cold a contrast to her heated body.
Katya drew her sharp talons out again, she sliced through the material of Trixie’s underwear, the clothing falling to the floor. Trixie’s heart was hammering in her chest and the only sound in the cathedral was their breathing and Trixie’s whining which was echoing off the walls.
Trixie’s hips lifted up to meet Katya’s mouth, but Katya wanted to drag this out, she wanted to give Trixie the best orgasm of her life that she would come running to her every time she said so. “You know it's a sin to be with another woman, don't you angel?” Katya teased, her sharp talons gently grazing over the soft skin of Trixie’s thighs.
“If this is a sin, then let me fall. Because what is life without sinning? What is purity without passion? And Katya, you're my sin, you're my passion” Trixie spoke, her chest was heaving with breaths with anticipation. Katya’s gaze was locked onto hers, her nails digging into the flesh of Trixie’s thigh, breaking the skin. Trixie didn't seem to notice.
“You're playing a dangerous game angel” Katya muttered, her gaze was locked on Trixie’s pussy now, dripping for her. She felt saliva pool in her mouth. She didn't want to wait any longer.
Katya’s forked tongue flicked against Trixie’s skin, drawing a shuddering gasp from the angel. The unique sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, and Trixie’s hand instinctively reached down, tangling in a fistful of Katya’s platinum hair.
“Oh my God,” Trixie moaned, her head falling back as her golden curls tumbled over her shoulders, cascading down her trembling wings.
Katya paused, her lips curving into a devilish smirk as she glanced up at Trixie. “Taking the Lord’s name in vain now, are we?” she teased, her voice dripping with wicked amusement, her lips and chin glistening with Trixie’s wetness.
“Shut up,” Trixie whined, her voice breathless and trembling. Katya only chuckled softly, her grip on Trixie’s thighs tightening as she continued.
Trixie’s moans and whimpers filled the vast, hollow cathedral, echoing off its stone walls—a place once meant for worship. Katya reveled in the irony. This sacred space, where mortals came to revere a god she despised, now bore witness to something far more carnal, far more intimate.
But it wasn’t a god Katya worshipped in that moment. It was Trixie—radiant, trembling, divine in ways Katya could never admit aloud. She worshipped her with every touch, every breath, fulfilling desires that had simmered for far too long, each movement an unspoken prayer to the angel she had come to crave.
“Katya–I–” Trixie stammered, she was close, Katya knew that. She wanted to ruin her.
Katya sped up her actions, adding a finger into Trixie, that seemed to be what brought her over the edge as she screamed, her wings flapping as she came on Katya’s tongue. Feathers falling onto the floor.
Trixie’s body trembled as she came down from the high, her breathing ragged and uneven. Katya eased her grip, trailing her claws gently over Trixie’s thighs now, a stark contrast to her earlier fervor. She rose slowly, her lips glistening with evidence of their shared sin, and smirked as she met Trixie’s dazed gaze.
“You’re divine,” Katya murmured, her voice low and teasing, though there was something softer underneath—a rare vulnerability.
Trixie swallowed hard, her golden glow dim but still present, the reality of what they’d done settling heavily on her shoulders. “We shouldn’t have…” she started, but her voice faltered when Katya cupped her face, her thumb brushing over Trixie’s flushed cheek.
“Don’t ruin the moment, angel,” Katya whispered, her tone gentler now. “You wanted this. I wanted this.” She leaned in, their foreheads nearly touching. “And let’s not pretend it’s going to stop here.”
Trixie’s wings rustled, a soft sigh escaping her lips. “It’s dangerous,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Katya grinned, her fangs catching the dim light. “That’s what makes it fun.”
For a moment, silence settled between them, broken only by the distant creak of the cathedral’s old wood. Finally, Trixie met Katya’s gaze, something unspoken passing between them.
“Same place,” Trixie murmured, her voice steadier now. “Next week. Midnight.”
Katya’s smirk widened, and she pressed a lingering kiss to Trixie’s lips, a promise more than a goodbye. “I’ll be here,” she said, her voice laced with amusement and something deeper.
With that, Katya stepped back, her tail swishing lazily as she made her way toward the cathedral doors. She paused at the threshold, throwing a final glance over her shoulder. “Don’t keep me waiting, angel.”
And then she was gone, leaving Trixie alone in the hollow, sacred space, feathers scattered around her like remnants of a fallen star.
Trixie’s thoughts raced, tangled with emotions she didn’t want to name. She’d broken every rule, stepped far beyond the line that separated heaven from hell, yet she couldn’t bring herself to care.
Katya. That devil. That beautiful, infuriating, intoxicating devil. She was everything Trixie had been taught to resist—everything she had sworn to fight against. But here she was, trembling not from fear or guilt, but from longing.
The thought of seeing Katya again sent a thrill through her, one she couldn’t deny. It was dangerous. It was forbidden. And still, Trixie found herself whispering into the empty cathedral, her voice soft but resolute:
“Same place. Next week. Midnight.”
Her wings fluttered weakly as she straightened, the glow around her dimming to match the quiet resolve in her heart. Whatever this was—whatever it became—she would face it, consequences be damned.
With one last glance at the altar, now a place of both sin and something she dared to call passion, Trixie turned and vanished into the night, her feathers still scattered like forgotten prayers.