Father Miguel O'Hara knows that he was sent on the mission because he's the most stubborn of the clergy, even if the Head Priest insists it's because Miguel is a brave man. It may be true, but Miguel is no fool, either. He knows what his fellow clergymen think of his assertiveness—and of his 'devilish' mutations. His red eyes are off-putting, not to mention the sharp fangs and talons that lead him to appear far more demonic than holy.
Still, he dons the white and black robes. With his golden cross on a chain around his neck, he makes his way to the reported demon sighting with a hardened expression. With no regard for manners or politeness, he throws open the door and walks into the abandon church.
"Demon!" He says, listening to his voice echo down the dark corridors, muffled by the outside storm. "Show yourself! I'm here with a purpose I intend to fulfil—to banish you."
The demon, Adira, was a very cunning demon who had been known as one of the most intelligent and dangerous in hell. She knew how to play the humans, and she was very skilled at manipulation. Her red hair fell just past her shoulders, her tattoos were all over her body, and her scars told stories of the battles she had won and lost. She was a dominating creature, with a strong presence, and she didn't take shit from anyone.
She is One of the Lords in hell, which made her quite popular among the demon world. When she heard Father Miguel's words, she chuckled softly, knowing exactly how to use his arrogance against him. She stood up from where she had been sitting, and she crossed her arms, giving him a smirk.
"Hello father, are you here to have a fun time?"
Miguel's brow furrowed as he listened to her speak. The sound of her voice was soothing, almost hypnotic. He could feel his heart rate quicken, and he found himself growing increasingly frustrated. "What?" He snapped, feeling his temper rising. "Are you mocking me? Do you really believe you can charm your way out of being banished back to Hell?"
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "I am here to do my duty, and that is to rid this world of demons such as yourself. You may try to tempt me, but I assure you, there is no escaping the wrath of God."
The demon laughed, her red hair falling over her shoulders as she did so. She loved to mess with people, especially those who thought they were better than others. "Oh, Father," she said, leaning forward slightly.
She grinned, revealing her sharp teeth. "Father, what are you implying? Do you think I’m trying to fuck you right now?” her eyes focus on him, his face turned red by her statement. She chuckled by his reaction “You see, you don't need to banish me. We could have fun instead. I mean, by the looks of it, it seems you want me to fuck you”
The priest stared at Adira, his face flushed with anger. He felt his blood boiling, and he struggled to keep his cool. "You wicked demon," he spat, his hand tightening around his cross. "How dare you accuse such things to me? You know that I am a man of God, and that I would never compromise my vows by having relations with a demon such as yourself."
He took another deep breath, trying to calm himself once again. "You may think you're clever, but I am a wise and experienced man. I know when someone is trying to trick me, and you are definitely trying to trick me now. I will not fall for your lies, and I will not let you tempt me into sin."
Adira rolled her eyes, her smile only growing wider. "Aww, you look cute when you get mad," she said, her voice still soft and sweet. "Look, I understand that you're a man of God, and that you're supposed to follow your faith. But honestly, that’s kind a boring. Don’t you think?"
She sighed, her hands moving to her hips. "But seriously, do you want to know why I came in the human world?”
“To temp innocent people and killing them” he answered
“That too but the answer is I came here because I got bored, I need to fight someone who is capable to my strength, no demons in hell was able to match my strength anymore” she smiled and looked down at her arms then look back at Miguel “and also, Father, I came here to satisfy my pleasure, I got bored fucking demons so I thought what about humans they’re a fragile lot” she added while giving malicious smile.
His lips twitching with the urge to snap at her again. However, he forced himself to stay composed. "You are a wicked demon, and you will be punished accordingly," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You cannot escape your fate, no matter what excuse and reasons you gave me. I will not be swayed by the words of a demon; I am a man of God, and I will not falter in my duties."
He looked her up and down, his gaze lingering on her breasts and her hips. "Besides, I doubt you could cause me any real harm. After all, you're a mere demon, and I am a man of God. You have no power over me, and you certainly wouldn't be able to hurt me."
Her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, really?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I am a mere demon, you say? I am one of the Great Lords in hell, if you ask me, you're the one who looks like a mere mortal. I mean, come on, you're wearing a dress! And your hair looks like it hasn't been combed in weeks. You're pathetic."
Adira laughed again; her laugh echoed across the room. "And you kept saying you’re a 'man of God' but look at you" and a blink of an eye, Adira teleported to Miguel, looking down at him her height overpowering his. "Your eyes seems different than the others." She knew something was different from him.
He jumped backed quickly. His talons appeared ready to defend himself.
Adira chuckled, her smile wide and full of mirth. "Gotcha!" she walks slowly to him.
"You’re hiding something aren’t yah?”
"What... what are you talking about your sick demon" he stammered, his heart racing once more.
She grinned, walking to the sides into the shadows “poor child” her whispers echoed. His eyes focus on her, never leave a trace but as soon as she went into the shadows she was no longer at his sight. His reflex was at peak, ready to dodge any attack she’ll do.
“I can smell it, running in your veins.”
“Shut up demon!” he was furious, he hides his talons and let out his cross with a knife attach to it. “I can tell you're terrified.” Her voice swirl around the abandon church, echoing to his ear. His ear followed her voice, staying alert and holding on the knife.
“Your just one us…” he quickly jabs the knife on his left side but she was able to grab his hand. Miguel growl at her showing his fangs. “Look at you…” she grabs his chin tightly, Miguel struggle to let go of the hold. “Must be one of my incubus”
Miguel felt his rage building, his temper flaring as he struggled against her. He growled, his voice low and rough.
She chuckled as she tightened the grip on his chin and his hand. “Honestly, you’re such a weakling” she leaned forward giving little space between them. Her eyes look dead in his. “Aren't you afraid of being alone, afraid of losing your so-called HOLY job, afraid of getting caught. Afraid of death, even though you know it's coming.”
For the first time Miguel felt his body tremble, his skin burning with shame. He had worked hard to become a respected member of his community, and he knew that he wasn't perfect. But he also knew that he was a good man, and that he had done nothing wrong. Yet here she was, reminding him of who he really is. The thought cut him deeply, and he found himself unable to respond.
Her eyes glittering with malicious intent. She licked her lips, her tongue flicking against her bottom lip. "Tell me, do you want to die? Do you want to spend eternity in torment, separated from your family and friends, alone in the darkness? Or would you like to live a life of pleasure and luxury, surrounded by beautiful women, your every desire fulfilled?" Her tone was soft, almost seductive, but there was a darker edge to her words that hinted at the true nature of her intentions. "If you choose to banish me, then I will return to Hell, where I belong. But if you choose to not to, then I will keep your little secret and give you your wildest dream, even if its richest and pleasure" she whispered the last word to his ear seductively and enough for him to feel the hot breath on his skin. His body shriveled.
Miguel swallowed hard; his throat dry. He knew that such an act would defile his body and his soul, damning him to Hell for eternity then again he knew already he was going to hell. The thought of experiencing the pleasures of the flesh with a beautiful, powerful creature like this demon was impossible to resist. He struggled with his conscience, his desires, and his fears. Miguel hesitated, his mind spinning as he tried to make sense of the situation. “you’re wrong” he whispered; his voice barely audible.
“What?”
On his free hand he lets out his talons slashing on the demon arm, making her jump back. The demon smiled because it was the first time that she was ever been slash by a knife, let alone by a Human, she looked at it and licked the black blood dripping from the wound. His fast she thought and for the first time in her life she felt joy.
“this is getting interesting” she whip the blood out of her arm.
The demon chucked. " You're afraid of what people might think, aren't you? You're afraid they'll find out about your secret, and you'll lose your position in the church. Am I right?"
“I don’t care about positions and such, I am here because It’s the word of God to get rid of such filthy demons like you!” his nose flared up, his anger building up.
Adira smirked, her eyes dancing with mischief while healing the wound the priest has made. "The Church is full of hypocrites, isn't it? They condemn sinful behavior while engaging in it themselves. And you, you're no better. You may claim to be a man of God, but you're just another dirty-minded pervert hiding behind your holy robes. What's the difference between me and you, anyway? We're both sexually deviant, aren't we? So what's the big deal?"
He ignores her word, he flick the blood out of his talons. Ready to kill her and bring her back to hell.
“fine...”
“Have it your way then…”
With a menacing snarl, the demon lunged at the priest, her claws gleaming in the moonlight. The priest, armed with a knife fashioned from a cross and his talons out, stood his ground, his faith unwavering.
Miguel dodged the demon's razor-sharp claws with nimble agility, parrying her strikes with his cross-knife. With each clash, sparks flew, illuminating the night with an otherworldly glow. The air crackled with tension as the combatants engaged in a deadly dance of steel and shadow.
With a swift motion, he slashed at adira, leaving a deep gash across its chest. Enraged, the demon retaliated with a barrage of claws and flames, testing the priest's resolve.
Despite the priest's skill and determination, Adira proved to be a formidable opponent, her unearthly strength and ferocity testing his resolve. With a savage roar, she unleashed a barrage of attacks, driving the priest back against the cold stone walls of the church.
With a powerful blow, the demon was able knocked the priest to the ground, sending his weapons clattering across the stone floor.
Miguel groaned in pain “shit..” he whispered, Gasping for breath, the priest struggled to rise, but his injuries weighed him down. With a triumphant snarl, the she demon loomed over him, ready to deliver the final blow. In a last act of defiance, he went on his knees, the priest whispered a prayer, clutching his cross tightly.
Adira slowly walks to him, her wound slowly healing. She stood in front of him and scoff. “You're caught between a rock and a hard place, aren't you?"
He clenches his hands, close his eyes and began praying. “To be honest, you’re not bad at all for a human, in fact you’re the first human to ever lay a finger on me even the demons can’t do that.” She sat down not touching the ground “If you team up with me, will be unstoppable” she offers her hand.
He finishes his last prayer. He looks up at her, his eyes full of rage and defeat. Blood spewing out his mouth. He spit at her.
“Fuck you” he smiled one last time ready to die.
Adira just laughs, her menacing laugh echoed through the empty church but suddenly stop, her boots was heard moving closer to him. Miguel focus on her as she raises her hand, Miguel closes his eyes and opening his arms accepting his fate, waiting death to take him from this cruel world.
But to his surprise he felt something press against his lips, he quickly opened his eyes, she was kissing him. Miguel was shocked and disgusted so he tried to push with his might but he was tired and seriously injured. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close. She pressed her soft, warm body against his, feeling the heat from her body seeping into his. Her tongue darted out, sliding along his lower lip. "Mmm," she moaned, her voice low and seductive. "You taste so good." She licks the blood out of his lips.
Miguel cough out of disgust, he wipes his lips trying to rid of the kiss. Adira could see the conflict in his eyes, and she decided to push her luck further. "Come on, admit it," she said, stepping closer to him. "You want this, don’t you?" She reached out, running her fingers through his hair. "Tell me, don't you want to be dominated? let someone take care of you?"
His words trailed off as he felt something hot and wet press against his leg. When he looked down, he saw that Adira had moved close enough to kiss him again, her lips parted in anticipation. For a moment, he thought about pushing her away again, about refusing her advances once more. But then he felt the warmth of her breath on his skin, and he realized that he didn't have the strength to resist.
The kiss was intense, passionate, and deeply sensual. Adira's tongue flicked against his, teasing and taunting, as she explored every inch of his mouth. Miguel felt his rage building, his temper flaring as he struggled against Adira's hold. "Get off me!" he shouted, his voice rising in pitch. "Leave me alone!” he groaned, the wound throb as he yells or move slightly.
Adira's smile widened, revealing her sharp teeth. "You're so cute when you get angry," she cooed, her voice taking on a playful tone. "It only makes me want you more." She let go of him, giving him enough room to breathe. He doesn’t have any strength to fight back.
His breath starts to pace up and his chest heavies. He moves back, but his back met with the altar. “Don’t touch me you filthy demon!” He yelled but again he felt the pain on his side.
“Give up Miguel…” she whispered. "Look, I'm offering you a chance to experience pleasure beyond your wildest dreams, without having to worry about losing your life. Why not take it?"
Miguel stared at her, his heart racing as he fought to control his emotions. Part of him wanted to throw her out, to send her straight back to Hell and pretend that none of this ever happened. But another part of him couldn't deny the allure of the temptations she offered. He was a man, after all, and he had needs—needs that he had been taught to suppress and ignore.
"I just... I can't... I'm supposed to be a man of God, and... and I can't..." his voice shaking, his was angry and out of breath. His hand trembling on the ground while looking down, not showing his face.
Adira snorted, with a big grin on her face. "You're just as much of a hypocrite as the rest of them. You preach about morality and purity, yet you can't resist the temptation of forbidden fruit. If you were truly a man of God, you wouldn't be so afraid of a little harmless fun. But you are, aren't you?" she said as she pulls him up and pinned him on the wall of the altar.
Miguel's jaw tightened, his breath coming in short gasps as he struggled to maintain his composure. "No," he growled, his voice low and rough. "I don't want to hear any more of your lies, or your insults, or your... your..."
Adira looks at him struggling to talk. “If you ask me nicely, I could save you right now.”
Miguel looks at her, still glaring at her but his face was becoming pale. His vision was beginning to get blurry.
"Miguel" it hissed, its voice dripping with honeyed deceit, "your strength is waning, your faith faltering. But I offer you salvation. Submit to me, and I shall grant you power beyond your wildest dreams. Serve me, and I shall ensure your life”
The priest recoiled, clutching his holy symbols tighter. "Never," he spat defiantly, though doubt gnawed at his resolve. "I serve a higher power, and I will not bow to darkness."
The demon's laughter echoed off the walls, chilling the priest to his core. "Your higher power has abandoned you," it taunted. "But I offer you certainty. Submit, and I shall be your protector, your guide in this treacherous world."
As the priest faltered, memories of his struggles and failures haunted him. Doubt crept into his heart, weakening his resolve with each passing moment. With a heavy sigh, he lowered his head in defeat, his voice barely a whisper. "I submit," he conceded, the words tasting bitter on his tongue.
"See, wasn't that easy? " She asked, a smile playing across her lips. Suddenly, her hand starts to catch fire “what are you doing?” he groaned. She ignores him and place her fire hand on his wounds. He hissed out of pain but only for a short moment. And blink of an eye she has use her power to heal his wound. Miguel felt the relief when the pain disappeared, he can longer breath normally and think straight. "I told you I would show you a good time. Now, how about I continue by removing your clothes?"
Miguel's eyes widened as he felt her hand removing his thorned and bloody robes. He glanced down to see that the cross around his neck had fallen open, hanging loosely against his chest. "Miguel," Adira smiled, her voice gentle as she ran her finger over the exposed skin. "You're such a beautiful man, even with that symbol of your faith hanging around your neck. It's so... so... ironic." She giggled, her eyes brightening with mischief.
Her fingers slide down his chest, her fingers tracing a path towards his waist. He swallowed hard, his throat dry as he watched her reach for the button of his pants. As she undid the first one, he heard a faint sound of metal rattling, followed by a small click.
His brow furrowed, his heart pounding as he felt the weight of his own hypocrisy bearing down on him. He knew he should stop her, that he should turn her away and leave her to her fate, but the temptation was too great. He couldn't resist the urge to touch her, to feel her soft skin against his. He felt his hand reach out, grabbing hers and pulling her to him, his other hand reaching up to grab her ass and pull her closer to him.
Adira smirked, her eyes dancing with excitement as she felt his hands on her. "Oh, yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of his heart. "You are such a good boy, aren't you? So eager to please, and willing to bend over for a demon. How do you think I feel, knowing what a perfect little slut you are?"
Miguel's face flushed with embarrassment, his cheeks burning as he felt the heat of her words wash over him. He felt his anger rise, his fury growing as he tried to push her away, but she held him firmly in place. "Shut up," he growled, his voice low and rough. "Don't talk like that."
Her eyes glittering with amusement as she looked at him. "Such a stubborn man," she teased, her tone playful as she continued to rub against him. "So determined to resist my charms, yet unable to keep your hands to yourself. It's adorable."
Burned with humiliation, his heart pounding as he felt her body against his. He heard a faint sound of metal clicking, and he glanced down to see that the cross around his neck had fallen to the floor, lying limply against the ground.
Adira grinned, her eyes shining with desire as she looked at him. "Now, Miguel," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "It's time for you to lose your virginity to a demon. Time for you to give in to your desires and embrace the pleasures of the flesh." she said as she lifts him up on the alter. Making him sit down as she kisses his lip and neck. Touching his naked chest, playing with his nipple. Miguel whimpers, his breath rapid and his heart raced as he felt her lips on his neck, her teeth nipping at his skin as she planted kisses all over his neck. He felt her hands roam over his chest, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin as she moved them upwards. He could feel her breath against his skin, the warmth of her body as she pressed against him. "Miguel," Adira whispered, “my angel” her voice low and seductive. "Do you know why demons are so popular among mortals? Because they're fun, and exciting, and they know how to make people feel good. And you, dear Miguel, are no exception. You're a good-looking man, and you've got a nice body" she said, her voice dripping with desire as she reached out to stroke his member. He felt the urge to push her away, to get her off of him, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He just wanted her to keep going, to take him deeper, to claim him as her own.
"You're so big but I bet I'm bigger than you" Adira whispered, her voice full of awe as she continued to stroke him. "And I can tell that you haven't been with many women, judging from the way you're acting, then again if you have experienced with women, I'm different because I'm an embodiment of men and women all together. But don't worry, I'll be gentle with you. I promise not to hurt you or break you. I want you to enjoy this, Miguel, because I love making human like you happy."
"fuck.." his voiced growled as his heart raced as he felt her words sink into his mind, his thoughts becoming clouded by lust and desire. He felt his body tremble as he watched her, his mind filled with visions of her taking him, of her claiming him as her own. He could feel his balls tighten, his body preparing itself for the pleasure that was about to come.
"Yes, baby, that's right. Imagine feeling me inside you, filling you up, taking you to places you never even dreamed of. And when I'm finished with you, you're going to feel like you were born again, like everything you've ever known was wrong." she slowly push him, making me lay on his back and lifting his leg up "You're going to beg me to take you again, and I'll gladly oblige, because I'm not one to deny myself the pleasure of making someone else happy. Now, let me show you what true pleasure feels like, Miguel. Let me show you how good it can be when you're with me."
Miguel's was speechless, his breath begins to race as his heart. He felt her hands slide down his legs, her nails grazing his calves as she lifted his left leg, exposing his ass and his erected member. He felt the cold air hit his exposed skin, his body trembling as he felt her gaze upon him.
"y-you're a monster..." he softly whispered while trembling beneath her.
"Monster?" Adira giggled, her voice playful as she looked down at him. "No, sweetheart, I'm not a monster. I'm something much more beautiful, much more wonderful. I'm a demon, a creature of power and pleasure, and you're going to learn to love me soon enough." she said, her voice full of determination as she placed her lick his legs and biting it.
Miguel groaned and felt a shiver run through him as she bit into his calf, his skin burning as she sucked on his flesh. He felt her tongue dart out, her teeth grazing his skin as she worked her way up towards his knee.
“I want more…” she licked the blood out of his calf. He hides his face from the shame and humiliation his in. But Adira won’t let him, she pulled both of his hand away and was fully on top of him, his member rubbing to her stomach, He moaned quietly as his legs wrap around her waist “Don’t be ashamed my angel” she gently caresses his check “you’re the most beautiful being that has set upon my eyes and will forever” her voice was gentle and soothing; she gives him the gentlest smile.
For the first time, Miguel felt loved, cared, and importantly the feeling of being dominated and overpowered. The demon words of affirmation and gaze upon him woken something inside him. His breath began to calm down and looked back at the demon’s eye, it was then he realized that it was the most beautiful black eyes with purple pupils like a galaxy, he can see his face reflecting through it. Then by a brief moment, he glances at her lips then suddenly he pulled her into a kiss. The demon eyes widen by the sudden reaction, she let out a smirk then slowly gave in the kiss.
Adira slowly pulls out the kiss as she leans back, Miguel who was full of saliva and red as a tomato confuse by the sudden stop. Miguel sat up “is it fi-finish?”
“Not yet my angel, just lay there and relax” Adira gently pushes him back, as the tips of her fingers trace down to the tip of his member. Miguel whimpered and bite his lips, his calm breath turned into huffed. “From now on your mine” Adira muttered as she wraps her hand on his member. His body jolted by the new sensation; he lets out loud moan echoing through the empty church. “Shameless priest”
Miguel quickly closes his mouth by her sudden remarks but Adira uses her power to strap his hand together above him. He looks at her, his eyes began to tear up as his eyes plead to stop or maybe not. “I told you not to do that” she began to stroke his member. His chest risen up as his feet curled, his head rolled back as he tried hard not to let out a moan. Adira notice he was having a hard time, she lean down and start to kiss his nipples as she fasten up the pace, trying to help him. Miguel look back at her “s-stop that…” Adira glances at him while kissing his nipple and nipping on it, she smiled between kisses. She kept stroking him fast and hard “ay dios… mio…” he moaned once again. His vision began to blur from overflowing tears, his face began to numb and his body to overheat, the stimulation was too much for him. Adira put her hand to his mouth “Bite” she demanded, Miguel look at her while breathing heavily. He hesitated but his mind couldn’t handle anymore all this stimulation so he bit hard. Adira snarl and feel turned on. “Good boy” she whispered. As Adira kept stroking him, Miguel’s mind starts to lose it letting out his primal state. His fangs came out, biting into adira’s flesh. Adira moaned out of pain. Miguel muffled moan was heard across the empty church. “Come on my angel, you can let it out” by adira’s words, his body stiffened his eyes rolled back as he lets out a loud of hot cum. He let go of her hand, leaving deep bite marks and bleeding. His cum covered all over adira’s hand “oh my angel, I didn’t know you could let out so much of your holy seed” she said as she lick the cum from her hand.
Miguel was shocked “don’t e-eat that, its dirty” he stuttered, tired. She smiled at him “if its you it isn’t” she said as she licks clean her hand. The sudden action made by adira made Miguel feel something, aroused and anticipation.
“Now its my turn for you to taste my seed” adira snap her finger letting Miguel’s hand free. Miguel sat up and confused. “What do you mean?”
Suddenly, Adira forcefully raises both of his feet making Miguel lay on his back again. “Just relax and enjoy the fun” and with that Adira thrust into him. Miguel arch back and let out a loud moaned. His heart start to pumped fast and his breathing hardened, he can feel the penetration throbbing inside him. “Do you like it?” Adira ask as she kiss his legs “S-top, put it o-out” he mumble between breath. “but I’m not finish yet My angel” she thrusted again.
His mind start to swirl, losing control of his body. He grabs the edge of the alter with his talons out, as he grips the edge debris broke down. Adira thrust her hips in and out as he lets out continues moan.
“I love your voice my angel” Adira whispered, her voice too was getting heavy and her heart to get fast. “Mierda!” he shouted. “such a beautiful language, talk to me more” she can feel the adrenaline building up inside her. “oh dios ayúdame”
His eyes began to tear up, and his mouth drooling of saliva. “yes…” Adira moaned at the sight of the priest. She starts to pace up her movement, the sound of two skin colliding echoed through every corner of the empty church. Miguel suddenly sat up and hugged Adira, his talons clench on the demons back, making her moan in pain and excitement. Adira hold him for composure “Bite me..” she whispered. Miguel was losing his mind as said he bit her hard on her neck.
She moaned “You’re so good”
Miguel muffled moan was heard coming out of him while Adira pound into his ass, his ass turned red, he can feel the pain, the sensation, he enjoys it. As Adira thrust everything, she got into him, he bit harder and clench deeper on her back, black blood came out of her.
They both moaned in pleasure. Miguel pulls out, they both look at each other, both breaths heavily, both want more. Miguel with mouth wide open was full of saliva and blood, Adira couldn’t help but kiss him. There tongue dances, exchanging saliva’s. “I’m coming…” Miguel said between the kiss as he moans under his breath.
“let’s cum together” Adira whispered. As Adira thrust into him one more, at last they hit the climax, Miguel moaned loudly as he shoots out cum. Adira’s body stiffen as she let out hers inside him, he can feel the heat load coming out in his stomach.
Miguel let go of her, letting his body collapsed on the altar. His breath still heavy and fast. Adira pull out her member, load still coming out of her and so Miguel ass. Adira slowly sat down at the edge of the altar. Adira back face Miguel, he glances at her and saw how bloody it was, he tirelessly touch her scarred back. Adira flinched and face him. “i-im sorry” he mumbled between heavy breaths.
Adira’s eyes widened, it was for the first time she heard that word said towards her and it was from a human who despise her. She felt something beating inside her, she places her hand on her chest, this was new, it felt weird. She laughed. “Oh, how interesting you really are my angel” she grabs his hand and lovingly kiss it. “I will forever wear these scars for the rest of eternity” she smiled. Miguel blush by her words, she chuckled by his reaction. She lay beside him, she looks at him, her demeanor change. It was new, in her eyes shows no lust or evil intent.
“Will you be at my side for eternity?” she said as she looks at him with love and passion
Miguel’s eyes widened, he hesitated. Thinking eternity means infinite and that means immortality but that also means for him to let go of his holy duties. A million thought came running through his mind. While he was puzzled, Adira kissed him, bringing him back.
“I’ll wait Miguel”
Miguel mind went blank. “For you I’ll wait”
Miguel looks at her and realized that she was genuine. He chuckled “I’m serious my angel!” she exclaimed, confuse by his reaction. “I’ll even break the heavens gate if I have to just to see you!” she declared. Miguel stop laughing “Did I Make one of the great lords of hell fall in love with me?” he asked while smiling. Miguel was smiling for the first time. Adira blushed, Miguel burst out of laughing by her reaction “And so I did!”
“Shut up!” she sat up. She clenches her chest; her heart was beating fast. “This is your fault!” she said while not looking at him. He stops laughing and sat up.
“Are you really going to wait?” he asks seriously.
“Do you truly fallen for an abomination like me?” his voice start break as his eyes began to tear.
Adira looked at him for a moment and fall to her knees, she hold his hand and look at him
“Miguel, My Angel, your fierce heart has awakened something I thought long dead within me. Though I am bound to the darkness, I swear to you, my love is as real as the fire in your veins. I will defy the gods and demons alike to remain by your side. In this life and the next, I am yours—bound not by chains of damnation, but by a love that transcends both your world and mine.”
Miguel tears poured down his face, Adira stand up and hugged him “I offer you my heart, twisted and scarred, but it beats with a love only the damned can know. For as long as shadows stretch and darkness reigns, I am yours. I will be your protector, your torment, and your eternal flame—until the stars fall and the void consumes all."
Miguel hugged her back. He sniffle was heard between them.
The once-grand church lay in ruins around them, its walls cracked and crumbling, the altar shattered, and the air thick with the dust of forgotten prayers. The moon, pale and distant, cast long, jagged shadows through the broken windows, fragments of stained glass painting flickers of red, blue, and gold onto the cold stone floor. Yet, in the midst of the desolation, they stood together—demon and holy—silent but unafraid.
The human, still clad in the remnants of their once-holy robes, reached out, their fingers brushing the demon’s darkened skin. They felt the cold beneath their touch, the lingering remnants of an infernal power that had once terrified them, but now, it was familiar. It was hers. Their breath trembled, but not with fear—only with the weight of their choice.
“In this place, once sacred, I find something more holy than any vow I’ve ever sworn,” the human murmured, their voice soft but resolute, echoing faintly in the hollow remains of the chapel. “I accept you, as you are, not for what you were born to be, but for who you’ve become to me.”
The demon’s wings burst out, tattered and vast, folded around them both, enveloping them in a cocoon of shadow. Her eyes, glowing with a soft, otherworldly light, reflected the broken moon above. She cupped the human’s face gently, her sharp claws grazing their skin but never drawing blood, her gaze searching theirs as if she were seeing them for the first time.
“I have lived lifetimes in darkness,” she whispered, her voice low, like a distant storm, “but in you, I’ve found a light I cannot deny. If I am damned, then let me be damned with you.”
The wind howled through the empty church, a mournful hymn for the forsaken, but they heard only the steady beat of each other’s hearts. Their embrace tightened, not out of fear but out of an understanding that defied the heavens and the pit alike. Their worlds, so distant and opposed, had finally collided, and in the wreckage of all they had once known, they found peace.
They stood there, in the ruins, beneath the broken roof and the watching stars, holding each other as the night stretched on. No longer angelic or demonic, no longer bound by destiny or duty—just two souls who had chosen one another, even in the heart of the darkness.
The end.