The choir shakes the walls outside of Demon Priests office with their heavenly praise. While inside his office he does the same with you, his most precious gift. The one he cherishes above all others. And the one who he simply cannot resist.
So the very moment you flashed him a look with those fuck me eyes of yours as you sat in the front pew of his morning service, Demon Priest knew a new service was in order.
With a flimsy excuse he was already dragging you into his office before the first song could even start. Now they were almost through and he just couldn’t stop rutting into you, your soft curves bouncing with each forceful thrust.
Your moans mix and mingle with the singing voices, more lovely and divine than anything he’s ever heard. Wet kisses are placed against your soft skin as he watches you writhe in pleasure with a terrifying demonic reference. So wrong yet so pure.
“Sing for me, little dove. Let me hear your worship.”
And then he’s picking up pace, slamming his cock so deep inside of you that you can feel him everywhere. You can’t help but moan even louder and Demon Priest growls his praise.
His claws sink into your wide hips because you just feel so good in his strong hold. He uses that grip to better slam himself inside your perfect fat cunt, making you feel so good that you neatly transcend into the afterlife.
As your pussy flutters around his aching cock, so desperate to cum for him, Demon Priest chants your name like it’s the only prayer he’s ever known. Breathing it into your skin like every thrust of his cock is a blessing you’ve bestowed upon him.
The sheer sin of it all has you both coming so hard you almost pass out, the force of the pleasure so intense that all you can do is let him work you through it. He captures your lips in a heated kiss, drinking your noises like they’re holy water.
For a moment the two of you sag against each other, basking in the utter bliss of your release. Until the sudden clamoring of the congregation breaks through that haze of bliss. At his furrowed brow you quickly dress and follow Demon Priest out of his office.
Back in the main hall, everyone is whispering to each other, their voices tinged with shock and awe. All of them are surrounding someone, or something, standing in the center aisle. As soon as they see Demon Priest they part like the Red Sea to reveal two long pairs of wings, their pale downy feathers curling around the figure who wields them.
As if sensing new eyes on him, the figure whirls around to face them and red piercing eyes meet… yours. A shiver runs down your spine. Every inch of him is soft and perfect, his hair as white as the clouds, and visually stunning in every way. But it’s something about those eyes that chill you to the bone and that gentle smirk that plays on his lips.
When he shifts his gaze to Demon Priest it’s like you can finally breathe. But the Fallen Angel’s smirk only grows. A deep growly sound emits from his throat in greeting and you realize he must be saying Demon Priest’s name. The Fallen Angel starts making his way toward you and the very atoms in your body begin to buzz.
“So, this is your little gift we’ve all been hearing about back home,” Fallen Angel sings, his voice as smooth as silk. Yet there’s an undeniable tension to it, an envious strain he just can’t hide.
Standing at a height even taller than Demon Priest, Fallen Angel has to crouch down to level with you. Your eyes widen, heart beating a little faster as you try and process the sheer beauty before you. He grips your chin, intending on inspecting you.
But the moment his touch grazes your skin Fallen Angels hisses, hidden fangs snapping out. He jerks his hand back as if burned and eyes filled with rage immediately begin to glimmer with deeper interest.
“How fascinating… it seems He doesn’t want me to touch you,” he whispers, not upset but only more curious.
Fallen Angel leans in closer till your breath is mingling in the small space left between you. His eyes never once leaving yours, even as the whispers around you grow louder. Instead, his wings drag across the ground and curl around you, trapping you in his vicinity and shielding you from their gaze. And in this moment it is only you and him.
“Unfortunately for you I seem to the want the very things I can’t have.”
His eyes flicker down to your lips and the tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. It bubbles around you, lulling you into a sense of security despite the warnings ringing in your head. Making you so desperately want to close the remaining space when you know you shouldn’t. His tongue peaks out to wet his lips and you find yourself subconsciously mirroring the action.
in every universe they’ll find e/o… in every universe they’ll have unnecessary tension caused by easily solvable misunderstandings and miscommunication… amen…
also creepy angels with uncommon physical forms but it’s ivan >>>>
A/N: Hi, this is the second and final part of My Sweet Little Devil. I was so excited to write the rest of the adventures between our wicked angel and our adorable little demon! I had a lot of fun exploring the complexity of their bond.
WC: 18k ( gosh never again!)
WARNING: This story contains mature themes, including drug use, sexual content (+18), mild violence, and descriptions of blood. It features strong language, immoral thoughts and actions, and dark humor.
Summary: One wants to fall, the other can’t hurt a fly. When the rebel angel Paige takes the underworld’s clumsiest demon under her wing, Heaven starts to shake. Learning to be wicked has never been this hard, especially when desire gets in the way and horns start getting tangled.Part 2
Part 1
“So what, little angel, feeling shy? I almost thought I’d never see you again.”
Standing in front of Paige, Azzi stared at the ground, her hands clasped in front of her thighs, squeezing and releasing them while her feet rubbed against each other. She looked like one of those human children standing shamefully before their parents after doing something wrong, or fidgeting because they desperately needed to go to the bathroom.
It had been a good two weeks since they had last seen each other. The truth was, Azzi, even if she wasn’t a human child, felt deeply ashamed. Ashamed of how she had acted at the cinema, both with that poor boy and with Paige.
Something Paige had perfectly understood.
“You don’t have to feel bad about that. I’m sure the kid got over it just fine and chalked it up to his overactive imagination. Maybe he even decided to never watch horror movies again.”
Despite those reassuring words, the horned girl couldn’t shake off her guilt. The days that followed had been terrible, and she had gone through a real depressive phase. What a cruel demon she had been… It was absolutely awful to have terrified someone like that. And even if she had enjoyed it at the time, now she truly regretted it.
And if only that had been the problem…
Of course, it wasn’t. But even though she knew it perfectly well, Paige had deliberately left out the heated kiss they had shared. It wasn’t out of modesty or to spare Azzi the embarrassment, she knew that. It was simply to tease her, to build up the tension she had just created by staring at her with that mix of amusement and cruelty. That little smirk didn’t lie, and neither did the mischievous look in her eyes.
“Something else bothering you?” she asked innocently.
There it was. What had Azzi been saying again? Paige was nothing but a bully who thrived on her superiority and took pleasure in playing with her feelings. A tormentor, a degenerate, a pervert, that was all she was.
“N-Nothing’s bothering me.”
But the young demon was so sensitive to her charms and her power games. Paige made her even weaker. And she had this way of making her lose her composure and blush, it was insane.
“You’re thinking about the kiss,” Paige guessed easily.
“No, that’s not true!”
“Yes, you are.”
“S-Stop reading my mind!”
Paige laughed.
“We angels aren’t capable of that.”
“Then h-how do you know?”
“You’re way too predictable, that’s all.”
To prove her point, she leaned closer, bringing her face forward until the tip of her nose gently bumped against Azzi’s. Instantly, Azzi squeezed her eyes shut, held her breath, and pulled her head into her shoulders to escape.
“I knew you’d react like that,” the Celestial said.
“Don’t do that without warning,” Azzi whimpered.
“Where did my little depraved angel go? The one who didn’t hesitate for a second to scare an innocent and jump on me to lick my lips?”
“S-Stop!”
Hands pressed against her burning ears, she whined for a moment, waiting for Paige to stop. Which she did, at least until Azzi lowered her hands, naively thinking she was done.
From that moment on, she resumed her soft psychological torture and poured out a stream of shameless words.
“I think about it a lot, you know. About your thighs, firm against mine, and your nice round ass. About your hands gripping my hips and the warmth of your skin. The delicious taste of your tongue between my lips and the taste of my blood on yours. You’ve got sharp little fangs, don’t you? I like that, it’s sexy. I want you to do it again. Kiss me again.”
Azzi suddenly felt like crying, so overwhelmed was she by embarrassment. She could feel every word sinking into her being, spreading through all her muscles, radiating heat deep into her stomach. How could the angel say such indecent things without even flinching, while she felt like she was melting into the ground?
“I’m waiting for my kiss, little wonder,” Paige reminded her.
Timidly, Azzi lifted her gaze to meet hers, her eyes wavering as she forced herself to hold it.
“Do… do I have to?” she whispered.
“Of course. Otherwise, I stop training you.”
Needing those lessons more than anything, the poor apprentice demon had no choice but to give in to the threat of this merciless woman. She took a step toward her, then another, and rose onto her toes until her lips met Paige’s. Quickly, briefly, a fleeting kiss of incredible softness. It felt like the brush of a feather, so light it could almost have been imagined.
“That’s it?” the angel complained, disappointed.
“Yes…”
“I don’t think so.”
With that, Paige pulled her by the waist and pressed her against her chest, her hands cupping her cheeks to keep her in place as her full lips captured hers fiercely. She kissed her, again and again, until they were dizzy.
They both ended up breathless, slightly flushed. The heat had risen another level. Satisfied, the Celestial licked the corner of her mouth to remove any trace of saliva and let out a pleased sound.
“Even better than the first time.”
“I… you… we…”
“I know my personal pronouns, Azzi, thank you,” she teased.
But Azzi didn’t even react, too lost in a haze to respond.
“My angel, are you still with me? Hey.”
Paige waved a hand in front of her face to bring her back, without much success.
“Damn… I broke her.”
She had planned all kinds of things for her tonight, and now everything was ruined.
Maybe another kiss would help wake her up?
Willing to try anything, Paige didn’t hesitate.
⛧
Azzi was overwhelmed by everything that was happening. She didn’t understand how she had ended up here. Well, not that she didn’t know how she had gotten to this place, so unsettling that it made her shiver down to the tips of her wings. More precisely, she couldn’t grasp why she had blindly trusted Paige when the latter had invited her on what was supposed to be a romantic date.
There was absolutely nothing romantic about it. Filthy, yes, without a doubt. But where was the romance she had hoped for when she had taken her outstretched hand and followed her? She had imagined flowers. Astral lights, forests veiled in dawn mist, or streams resting on beds of damp grass… She had even allowed herself to think of something a little more mischievous: bathing with Paige in clear, cool water, touching each other, dressed in nothing but their bare skin. They would have kissed beneath curious stars and made love tenderly until the end of the night.
Thinking about it now, Azzi blushed. How had she even let such a fantasy take root in her mind? And since when, more importantly, was she capable of that kind of imagination? The angel she had been spending time with for nearly two months had completely corrupted her mind. There was no other explanation.
Azzi truly felt herself changing in her presence, but only in her presence. Away from her, she remained the same demon, fragile and frightened of everything. Near her, she discovered shameful vices, sinful desires, and a behavior she would have called immoral. It wasn’t her fault, though. Paige was the only one to blame.
Maybe it was her confident and assertive nature that wrapped her in a cocoon of silk. Or her overwhelming aura that seemed to rub off on her. Her piercing eyes that made her want to conquer the world. Or her mouth, from which both erotic and wicked words slipped, slowly eating away at her conscience.
When she thought back on all the little misdeeds she had committed because of her, she could only conclude that her guide had cast some kind of enchantment on her. She would never have believed herself capable of deliberately terrifying a poor boy in a cinema, or painting little devils on funeral home windows, or even poking holes in people’s umbrellas on a rainy day. She had done all of that not for herself, nor for her exam, whose deadline was approaching fast, but for Paige.
Paige showed her so much pride and expressed such pleasure every time she let her malice run free that she had started to enjoy acting that way. She loved seeing the excitement on her angelic face and hearing her voice rise slightly in pitch when she savored their victories. She would damn herself just to watch her revel in that kind of pleasure. To watch her, again and again.
What Azzi failed to realize was simply that, for the first time in her existence, she had developed a crush on someone, and that this alone was why she bent to her every will. A creature of Hell in love was certainly one of the hardest things to believe, and to admit. Wasn’t it against her very nature as a demon to feel anything like love?
“Azzi, my angel, you shouldn’t be looking at me,” Paige’s warm voice whispered.
Brought back to reality, Azzi blinked before lowering her gaze to the large round table in front of her. There were all kinds of people gathered around it: thuggish men with heavily tattooed arms, others much skinnier with hollow cheeks and bloodshot eyes… Azzi felt uneasy looking at them. In fact, she felt uneasy here, in this place that resembled some kind of basement, dark as a sewer mouth. It smelled damp and made her nose sting.
On the wooden surface were ashtrays filled with still-smoking cigarette butts, half-empty bottles of alcohol, and those large bags containing a kind of immaculate white powder. The men seemed to be transferring it into much smaller packets before weighing each one on tiny scales. The demoness wondered what it was and what they were doing.
“It’s coke,” Paige informed her.
“Dr… drugs?”
“Mhm. They’re packaging it to sell. But trust me, they won’t miss the chance to keep a little for personal use.”
For a moment, Azzi stayed silent, watching the criminals go about their business. Their voices sent chills through her bones and made her want to run.
“Why are we here?” she asked timidly.
“Why? To do evil, obviously. And maybe to grab a bag or two while we’re at it,” the angel replied with a shrug.
Azzi’s mouth fell open. Paige used drugs? The thought shocked her deeply. Yet she couldn’t bring herself to say anything.
“Oh please, stop judging. You’re worse than the people back home.”
“I’m not judging! Y-you do what you want, it’s your health and—”
“Azzi, drugs affect me no more than chamomile tea. Same for you, by the way. You should try it, it might help you relax sometimes.”
“No way!” she protested.
Paige rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to the group. She moved slowly and silently, like a sly serpent, positioning herself behind the horned girl, who felt a shiver run down her spine as the Celestial’s long hands firmly massaged her shoulders, easing her tension.
“Come on, my pretty one,” she whispered in her ear. “It’s your time to shine. Think of them as weeds. You know what we do with weeds?”
“We… we pull them out so better plants can grow…”
“Exactly. So it’s time to uproot them for a more beautiful garden. Anything goes. You can use whatever means you want.”
Azzi swallowed, trying in vain to focus on anything other than the angel’s warm, solid chest against her back. Was that her hips she felt pressed against her lower back? Her cheeks flushed red as she struggled to steady her racing heart.
“Stuck?”
The older one’s voice made her jump.
“Want me to give you some ideas?”
Forced to admit she needed help, Azzi nodded. Paige slid a hand down to her forearm, letting her fingertips graze her skin in a way that sent goosebumps across it instantly. The fine hairs on her arms stood on end, and she let out a soft whimper.
“See the knives? The lighters? A bit of free cosmetic surgery could be an option.”
“That’s… dirty…”
“That’s true, it’s messy. But red is such a beautiful color, don’t you think?”
Paige pressed her lips against the smooth, milky skin just beneath her earlobe. She slowly let them trail down to her neck, drawing another soft moan from her.
“Red like your pretty horns and your little wings, like your beautiful, mesmerizing eyes…”
She kissed her pulse tenderly, and Azzi sighed under the praise, her eyelids half-lowered.
“You’re so delicate, my angel. Of course you shouldn’t get your hands dirty. You’re better than that, aren’t you? You could suffocate them with their cocaine, stir up rage inside them, make them tear each other apart.”
“I…”
The demoness sniffed. She could feel a strange sensation deep in her throat, in her nostrils still irritated by the damp, moldy air. For a moment, she hoped there was no asbestos, that would be bad for her lungs. Maybe that was what was tickling her so much.
“So, what do you choose? Make me dream, cupcake.”
Azzi tried her best to come up with a solution that would suit her. But the uncomfortable sensation grew stronger, again and again, until her whole body shivered. Her eyelids began to flutter against her will, her breaths turning into spasms. Her head tilted back, falling against Paige’s shoulder, before snapping forward as her lungs filled with air.
“Atchmpffff!”
A sneeze. That was what had been bothering her, building up from deep inside her until it forced everything out.
Finally relieved, her body relaxed and her eyes opened again immediately.
And then she saw.
She saw the group of criminals frozen in fear, paralyzed in shock. But more than that, she saw their faces dusted over, covered in the same immaculate white powder they had been so busy packaging like little automatons. In that moment, almost suspended in time, those few stretched seconds, Azzi noticed the clouds of powder drifting down like rain into their hair, their lashes, the table, their hands.
It reminded her of something she had never had the chance to see with her own eyes, and her heart filled with joy.
“It looks like snow,” she murmured to herself, amazed.
But a booming laugh suddenly shattered the moment. A laugh only Azzi could hear. She turned sharply toward her guide, who was doubled over, clutching her stomach with one hand while pointing at the buried men with the other, and Azzi stood there, completely dazed as the angel exclaimed:
“And Merry Christmas everyone !”
⛧
“…that is why I wanted to congratulate you on your exemplary behavior over the past few weeks.”
Holding back a yawn, Paige still couldn’t help but subtly stretch her two large white wings, which had gone numb behind her back. kk had been praising her acts of kindness for a good ten minutes now, and her honey-coated speech had lulled her into a brief micro-sleep.
“What an idiot,” she thought, faced with the seraph’s striking naivety. Only Kamorea and her kind could fail to notice everything Paige was doing behind the scenes. Her good deeds toward humans were nothing but smoke and mirrors, a way to conceal the misdeeds she carried out in secret with her favorite little demoness.
Ah, Azzi… What a sublime creature. So gentle, so pure. At least, for now. Paige had clearly noticed the gradual change taking place in the horned girl’s personality. She was still innocent. But corrupted? That, she was becoming more and more.
How delightful it was to watch her soul slowly rot under her influence. It was a spectacle Paige relished. Azzi became so obedient in her presence, such a good student under her encouragement. And her body, always reacting so instinctively whenever they touched or kissed…
The truth was, Paige dreamed of sleeping with her protégé. She was convinced it would be nothing short of divine, a carnal pleasure that would finally give real meaning to the word “paradise.” However, it was not just a passing whim or a fleeting desire to taste the flesh of a creature from Hell. It was a real escape route for Paige. An idea, a plan she had been nurturing for months now.
Because yes, it had already been several months since she had met Azzi. A mere drop in the vast ocean of her eternity. And yet, she knew time was working against her. That this drop of water, as insignificant as it might seem in her life, actually held far greater stakes and importance in her eyes.
Soon, Azzi would have to take her class exam. Soon, she would disappear, returning to the underworld, and they would never see each other again.
That thought tugged faintly at the angel’s heart, though she couldn’t quite understand why. It was true that it didn’t suit her plans at all. She needed to rethink everything quickly before her chances went up in smoke, because she knew perfectly well that crossing paths with this demoness had been a miracle that would not happen twice. What were the odds of encountering such a naive and gullible evil creature again? Still, there was another reason hiding behind the bitterness she felt. What was it? Even she didn’t know yet.
All she knew was that she could no longer be content living vicariously through Azzi and her petty misdeeds. This little game had gone on long enough. She needed to strike hard.
She needed to sin.
And for that, she had to act fast, or she could kiss her emancipation goodbye.
“What you’re telling me truly pleases me, kk. And I can’t wait to finally obtain my new title,” she suddenly declared.
“I’m truly happy to see that you’ve come back to your senses, P. And I’m certain you will make a wonderful archangel.”
Paige stared at the seraph, studying her radiant smile and the pride shining in her eyes as she looked at her disciple.
A dark smirk twisted her own lips as she replied:
“Thank you. It’s all thanks to you and your encouraging speeches.”
Ah, if Kamorea only knew…
⛧
Azzi was practically bouncing with impatience.
She had a date with Paige tonight, and her heart was pounding wildly in her chest. Excitement surged through her in waves, making it impossible for her to stay still.
She was on cloud nine right now. Hope had found its way back into her mind, and joy refused to leave her. It had been happening often lately. In fact, ever since she had met Paige.
Paige had a way of making her forget so many things. Even more than during her solitary walks along the banks of Lethe. It was quite incredible, when she thought about it. With her, almost nothing else existed except those icy eyes framed by long dark lashes, contrasting with a voice warm like a crackling fire. And her lips… those lips that made her shiver every time they touched her neck, her jaw, her mouth. Her hands that caressed her cheeks and hair when she praised her, her slim waist and her stomach when she was satisfied.
Azzi even forgot why she was on Earth. She forgot why she was supposed to do evil things. To her, everything was simple it was for Paige.
A soft smile spread across her doll-like face.
Then she suddenly thought back to what had happened a few hours earlier and remembered the true nature of her meeting with Paige. Contrary to what she had hoped, it was not just about spending time together, and her mood instantly darkened.
In reality, she was there to carry out the plan she had come up with after being summoned back to Hell for a meeting with Nika Muhl.
As soon as she returned to the underworld, the stress hit her immediately. Being called in by her mentor at a time like this was never a good sign. And for good reason.
The moment she set foot in Tartarus, she was intercepted by Belial. Still as diabolical and full of herself as ever, she had not missed the opportunity to mock her, pressing right where it hurt. Malice seeped through every pore of her flawless skin, all the way to the roots of her abyss-dark hair.
“If I were you, I’d keep a low profile. Nika is really not happy, and I get why. You’re in for a rough time, sweetheart.”
She had laughed so loudly at her own words that the young demoness had trembled down to the tips of her wings. Fear slipped through the cracks created by her lack of confidence, and she silently prayed that her mentor would show some leniency.
Unfortunately for her, she was harshly torn apart.
The archdemon’s piercing gaze cut straight through her, and her severe voice pinned her in place.
“Four months you’ve been on Earth. Not two, not three. Four. What have you done all this time?”
“I… I…”
“Are you trying to bring shame upon Lord Lucifer? Is that what you want?”
“N-No, Master…”
“You’re the only one, Azzi. The only one who has spent this long among mortals without achieving a single meaningful result. What are you waiting for to wake up The Apocalypse?”
Nika had been so harsh that Azzi had wanted to cry every tear in her body. She held herself back with all her strength, knowing it would only make things worse. But when her mentor left her with a dreadful threat, she collapsed to the ground, frozen with fear.
“I’m warning you. If you don’t pass your trial by the end of the week, you can say goodbye to your soul.”
She could still hear it echoing in her mind. It had been such a shock. Die She had never even considered it, naively believing that nothing like that could happen to her because of her immortality. And yet, there was indeed a way for creatures of Hell to lose their lives.
Soul devourers. Without a doubt the most abominable beasts that could exist in this realm. Azzi had never seen one. In fact, no one who was still able to speak of them had ever seen them. And that was probably for the best.
“What am I going to do…” the poor demoness had murmured pitifully.
She had cried for a long time, until, panicked by the thought of disappearing forever, an idea came to her. A very bad idea, even a vile one. Before, she would never have believed herself capable of carrying it out. But this time, she was determined to gather her courage. Her very survival depended on it, and that realization changed everything.
It would be the humans, or her.
Her choice was made.
“Night, pretty girl.”
That was why she had called on Paige. So she could help her present her case before the Luciferian jury.
But also to see her again…
“Good evening, Paige.”
…one last time.
⛧
Her hands. Her lips.
They were everywhere and nowhere at once on Azzi’s body. She could even feel Paige’s eyelashes brushing against her skin, scattering soft kisses here and there. The angel was very forward tonight. And the demoness kept letting out little giggles under the ticklish sensations those touches provoked.
“I… I have to go!” she murmured between two laughs. “I need t-to…”
“Hm, I know,” Paige groaned before cooing softly. “Just a little longer, please.”
Her chest pressed against Azzi’s back, her face buried in her neck, she wouldn’t let her go. Her arms wrapped around her waist, her mouth pecking every inch of soft flesh she could find her cheeks, her jaw, the corner of her lips, her nape… Azzi felt dizzy, her legs trembling from how much she made her shiver.
She really wanted to stay. But she couldn’t allow herself to. The night was slipping away dangerously, and her time was running out.
“But I… I… We’ll see each other after, I promise,” she tried to reassure her.
Paige sighed loudly and stepped away. The temperature dropped instantly, and the little demoness shivered. She hated the cold, having been born in a volcano, and almost regretted leaving the angel’s warmth.
“You swear you’ll stay after your trial?” Paige asked.
“Yes! I’ll stay a little.”
“You better. I’ll be watching you anyway.”
Azzi nodded and started walking, followed by her guide. With small steps, as if trying to stretch the moment, they approached a tiny house submerged in darkness. The shutters on the ground floor were closed, but one remained open upstairs. That worked in the demoness’s favor she wouldn’t have to open it and risk making noise. The smallest mistake would be fatal.
“You know, I still think you could’ve come up with a better idea,” Paige commented.
“My idea is very good,” Azzi pouted. “It’s going to work! Well… I hope…”
She wasn’t as confident anymore now that she stood at the foot of the house. And yet, she had inspected everything beforehand. She had checked every detail, carefully planned every step.
“Worst case, if you fail, we’ll just have more time together.”
Azzi lowered her head, looking saddened.
“That’s… that’s not how it works,” she replied in a trembling voice. “I only get one chance.”
“What? But you said you’d stay!”
“I… I said I’d stay… a little.”
Paige’s expression hardened as she understood what that meant.
“So this really is the last time we see each other then. No matter how tonight ends.”
Silence answered her, broken only by the sound of tree branches brushing against each other in the restless wind.
They stood there for a few seconds without moving, without even looking at each other, both lost in their own thoughts. There was that strange lump stuck in their throats, and that unpleasant pressure weighing on their stomachs.
Were they ready to part today? Not really. Neither of them had prepared for it. Azzi had known that choosing a date and a subject for her trial meant returning to her world, but she hadn’t truly thought about everything that came with it.
She hadn’t measured just how much it would hurt to leave Paige.
As for Paige, she had always known their alliance was temporary. But she had hoped to gain time if the little demoness failed. That was the only reason she hadn’t insisted more when Azzi told her about her plan, even if she thought it was a terrible one.
Now, they stood at a dead end, quite literally, with no way to turn back.
“Well… then…”
“Go on, little wonder. I’ll wait for you here.”
What was this strange atmosphere? They had never felt anything like it. Never had the air felt so heavy between them. And Paige’s voice, in contrast, was so soft, so light, that tears gathered in Azzi’s eyes. She tried to smile, but couldn’t quite manage it. Why did it hurt so much? She should be happy to rise in rank, to change her status among her kind. So why did it feel so tragic instead?
Taking a deep breath, she exhaled slowly, hoping those feelings would leave with it. If only.
It was only when she opened her eyes again that she noticed her fingers intertwined with the angel’s. She hadn’t even realized when it had happened. But it didn’t matter. She allowed herself to savor the feeling the warmth, the softness, the simple presence of that slender hand holding hers before pulling away and ignoring it when it tried to hold her back.
It was time.
With her gaze fixed straight ahead, Azzi walked toward the house, unaware of the strained expression on her guide’s face. And in a swirling blur, as dark as the ink spilling through her heart, she disappeared.
⛧
Moving silently, the demoness crept through what seemed to be the living room. A very rudimentary space where only a worn-out couch and a television sitting on a piece of furniture could be found. The decor was no more elaborate, and in addition, in very poor taste. A deer head was displayed like a trophy on one of the walls covered in yellowed wallpaper that smelled of dampness. There was also a mirror, clouded with grime, hanging near the entrance.
The hostess probably didn’t care much for cleanliness or living in a pleasant environment. Or perhaps she had simply grown too senile to care.
Gently shaking her wings as if dusting them off, she crossed the room and made her way to the staircase leading to the bedroom and the bathroom. She didn’t even wonder how the woman living there still managed to climb upstairs. She didn’t care.
Soon, she wouldn’t be moving at all.
Her pulse pounded in her temples. The closer she got to her goal, the more fear paralyzed her. Would she be able to do it? Would she really feel no hesitation once she faced the wrinkled face of the person she had come to visit?
She stopped in front of the bedroom door and took a few seconds for herself. To breathe. To calm down. She thought of Paige waiting outside and tried to cling to the image of her graceful silhouette dancing in her mind. She reached into her memories, recalling that dark, powerful, malevolent aura that fascinated her so much, and tried to make it her own. It didn’t work very well, but it was enough to reassure her and push her forward.
“You can do this, Azzi,” she whispered to herself.
Slowly, she pressed down on the handle, opened the door with a trembling hand, and slipped inside through the narrow gap she had created. The streetlights outside were neither close nor strong enough to let even a single ray of light in, despite the open shutters, but she had no trouble navigating the darkness of the room.
Here, she could hear the steady breathing of the sleeping woman, along with her unconscious snoring. Azzi wrinkled her nose as she caught the foul smell of her breath filling the room with every exhale.
It was disgusting, and for a moment, she considered suffocating her with her pillow. The sudden thought made her flinch and sent a chill through her.
How horrible.
A sob caught in her throat.
She knew that option would be far more effective and promising than her original plan. And it would make Paige so proud. But Azzi wasn’t capable of taking a life so directly. She just couldn’t. It wasn’t in her nature.
At least… it was supposed to be, but clearly it wasn’t. She was a cowardly little demoness, weak and utterly incompetent. So, to make up for those flaws, she had come up with another method one she had to stick to.
Returning to her original plan, she approached the old woman, alert and fully focused. She stepped forward, forward, forward…
…and tripped over a bearskin rug. Her foot had slipped straight into the mouth of the dead animal, and she barely managed to hold back a yelp, catching herself on the mattress to avoid falling.
She cursed herself.
What a clumsy idiot she was. Thankfully, her target was as deaf as a rock. With disgust, she pulled her foot out of the gaping mouth and resumed what she had been doing.
She studied her target, determined, then walked around the bed, ultimately abandoning the old woman. She wanted to finish this as quickly as possible, to return to Paige’s arms and cry against her chest until she dissolved.
With a small snap of her fingers, she activated her magic, and the window opened in complete silence. Instantly, an icy draft rushed into the room, and the wind howled as it slammed against the walls. Azzi suppressed a cry of joy as she admired the result of her work, amazed at her unexpected ability to use her powers. If only Belial could see this it would definitely shut her up.
But now was not the time to celebrate. She had to leave, now that everything was in place.
Carefully, she climbed onto the windowsill and took off into the air.
All that was left was to wait for the woman to die of pneumonia.
⛧
“So… did you do it?”
Azzi found Paige with a wide smile. She even ran up to her and threw herself into her arms, laughing with joy, her cheeks pressing straight into the angel’s silky clothing.
“Yes! I did it!”
Paige chuckled and wrapped her tightly in her arms. Her warm hands settled on her back, right at the base of her wings, and she traced their surface with her fingertips, as supple and firm as leather. The touch made Azzi moan softly. Everyone knew it was a sensitive spot for any winged creature.
“You know, I’ve been thinking while you were gone, my angel.”
The horned girl lifted her head from the soft fabric hugging her cheeks and looked at her, intrigued.
“I’d like to reward you for your efforts.”
“Oh… H-How?”
“I’m taking you somewhere. A place that should please the little romantic you are.”
She gave her a wink, and Azzi flushed. If she was talking about romance, then that meant she was taking her on a date, right?
Her heart raced, anticipation blooming inside her.
“Does that sound good, little wonder?”
Without even thinking, she nodded eagerly, earning a soft laugh from the angel, who ruffled her hair while muttering:
“Tsk, too cute. Keep this up and I won’t wait before devouring you whole.”
“I… Wh-What… you…”
“Come on, don’t drag your feet,” she cut her off. “We don’t have much time.”
Azzi snapped back to reality at that reminder, and immediately her heart tightened in her chest. Melancholy caught up with her, and the urge to say no crept in. No to going back, no to leaving Paige.
No to being a demon while she was an angel.
But she did nothing. She simply took the hand offered to her, intertwined her fingers with hers, and closed her eyes as they took off.
In the calm, cool night, she let herself be guided with complete trust, trying to ignore the fact that dawn would soon rise on the horizon.
⛧
“It’s beautiful…"
“It is, right? You like it?”
Azzi nodded without taking her awestruck gaze off the vastness stretching out before them. A scene of absolute beauty, both dark and scattered with stars. It was the sleeping metropolis, a forest of glass and steel with dizzying heights. The electric pulses of giant screens, the shimmering holiday decorations, and the vast, black, liquid horizon bordering the city.
Dotted with a few car headlights that looked like streaks of fire from up there, at the top of the Tower, where Paige had brought them. There was a kind of harmony between silence and stillness, life and sleep, concrete and the abyss. But above all, there were those slanted glass walls and that transparent floor that erased any boundary with the void, offering a view of human life reduced to a dusting of stars beneath their feet.
How could she not love it? It was so romantic, unlike anything the little demoness had ever seen before.
As for Paige, she found far more pleasure in watching Azzi than in the view itself. The stars shining in her eyes were far more mesmerizing than those in the sky. There was something almost dreamlike about her. A kind of purity and fragility that made her as soft as a dream. It sent a gentle ache through the angel’s soul.
Slowly, she moved closer and pressed herself against her back, careful not to crush her folded wings. Her hand soon slipped under her black suede top to feel her burning skin, while her chin instinctively rested in the crook of her shoulder. She stayed like that, gazing out at the city while intoxicating herself with her woody scent, never growing tired of it.
“You know,” she murmured, “I really don’t want you to leave.”
Azzi shivered, her eyelids falling shut. She didn’t answer there was nothing to say. She didn’t want to leave either, but what could she possibly do? Their paths were meant to part, and even their will wouldn’t be enough to change that. So she stayed silent and timidly leaned her head against Paige’s chest, her heart pounding.
For a few seconds, neither of them moved. As if staying still could freeze time along with their bodies. Unfortunately for them, time kept moving. And it would go on, for what felt like an eternity.
If only they could spend that eternity together…
Something suddenly shifted in the angel’s gaze at that thought. A dark veil seemed to settle over her icy blue irises, deepening their color, like a lake whose depths had darkened its surface.
“What if it were possible?” she thought. What if they could? After all, Paige held the key to her freedom in her hands. She held Azzi her way out.
Her sin.
“What if it were possible?” she repeated out loud this time.
Azzi’s brows furrowed slightly, but before she could even ask anything, Paige slipped her fingers to her collar and undid the bone button that kept her fur cape closed.
It slipped slightly off her shoulder, revealing the tank top she wore underneath. Paige pulled it down a little more, gently exposing the skin of her neck.
Azzi felt her lips brush against her. Full lips, cool and soft like velvet, leaving butterfly kisses along her spine and then over her shoulder blade. She shifted in place, a soft moan trembling from her throat.
A sound so beautiful it delighted Paige’s ears.
Slowly, the angel let her hands wander down her back, gripping the thick fabric to pull it over her wings, which still kept her balanced.
“I-I’m going to get cold if you take it off,” the demoness stammered.
“Then I’ll just have to warm you up,” Paige replied with a playful tone.
She removed the garment and let it fall to the ground without a care, her gaze sweeping over the dark-haired girl’s silhouette. She took in the sight of her defined muscles hinted at beneath her top, the soft, milky skin of her arms with its fine hairs standing on end, her sharp frame and carefully shaped curves. Her fingertips hovered over the lines of her body as one would explore a piece of art the kind that fascinates, but that one barely dares to touch, for fear of damaging it or disrespecting it.
Azzi belonged to that category, so beautiful, so precious.
And Paige belonged to those who followed their desires and loved to defy what was forbidden.
Driven by impulse, she grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face her. Azzi let out a small gasp of surprise as her back hit the railing, her wide eyes locking with the angel’s crystalline gaze. They stared at each other in silence, a growing tension hanging thick in the air around them.
Then Paige’s heart tightened suddenly. For a moment, she questioned what was truly driving her to commit the unforgivable. Was it still about breaking away from her kind, or was it something else? Everything had been clear before. But now, it was all so blurred. She didn’t know anymore. She felt torn, caught between two currents merging into something unstable and turbulent.
“Paige…”
Her name, spoken from those soft lips, brought her back. She shook herself mentally and steadied her thoughts. Azzi was here. Right now. With her. And that was all that mattered.
Determination flared in her eyes, feeding the fire of her desire just like that. All she wanted was her demon. Her little wonder.
And she would make her hers, no matter the cost.
“Stay with me.”
The words slipped out before she crashed her lips against hers, kissing her with devotion.
Her body pressed firmly against Azzi’s, spreading warmth through every part of her, and the demoness let out a soft sigh. Drunk on the sensation, she returned the kiss with overwhelming intensity. Paige unraveled her like the strongest of intoxicants, to the point that she barely recognized herself anymore. But did that frighten her? Not really.
Not when the angel’s tongue intertwined with hers, stirring something deep within her. Not when her voice and her piercing gaze flooded her mind, leaving her dizzy. Azzi always fell under that powerful, enchanting aura. And she loved it. She loved becoming someone else someone freer, someone untouched by her own inner demons.
So she allowed herself not to think. Not to reflect, not to worry about what came next. If this was the last time they would see each other, she wanted to savor every second of it.
She would live this moment fully and carry it with her back to Hell.
“You’re so soft, my angel,” Paige whispered against her lips. “If you only knew all the things I dream of doing to you…”
Her lips moved to her neck, biting gently, tasting her skin like a decadent treat. Azzi moaned and felt herself melt in her arms. Her light strands brushed against her chin, her hands made her pliant, and her words…
Her words filled her mind, and suddenly, she wanted to know.
To know what she had planned for her.
“T-Tell me…”
Her pleading tone made Paige smile faintly against her skin, a predatory glint flashing in her eyes.
Once again, she turned her around abruptly, her fingers gripping her horns and pulling her head back. Azzi gasped as a sharp sensation spread through her body, burning along her veins. Her eyes fixed on the city below as she trembled with anticipation restless, and above all, impatient.
“I’m not going to tell you, sweetie. I’m going to show you.”
The angel’s lips hovered near her ear, her warm breath brushing against the soft skin of her cheek.
“Tonight, I’m going to give you a glimpse of Heaven.”
⛧
Paige hadn’t lied.
Azzi truly was at the gates of Heaven.
A deep flush had taken over her face, and sweat beaded on her forehead. Had she ever known such intense heat? She doubted it. Walking across a blazing inferno or bathing in a lake of lava would have seemed like nothing in comparison. But was she really in any position to judge?
To be honest, she was completely undone, lost in a trance that seemed to have no end, like a relentless spiral. Her mind had disconnected, her heart was pounding wildly, her breathing was erratic, and her hands clung to anything they could, while her body rocked against the glass wall that trembled with every sudden movement of the angel.
Her eyes tightly shut and her mouth open, she struggled to keep her balance as Paige honored her with her long, beautiful fingers. They were everywhere and nowhere at once. On her chest, her nipples, her stomach, but also on parts no one, not even herself, had ever touched before. One of her hands slid over her clitoris, the other…
…the other worked miracles deep inside her.
She didn’t even know how it had started. Her awareness had blurred the moment Paige had lifted her leather mini skirt, right after deftly unbuckling her belt. Her clothes still clung to her slender hips and her exposed chest, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care about being half-naked, especially not about being visible against the vastness of the city. Neither of them had bothered to use their powers to vanish from mortal sight. Or rather, Paige had ordered her not to, in a voice so authoritative it could have tamed Cerberus himself. And who was Azzi to defy her or deny her anything?
After that, everything had been nothing but haze and pleasure. Kisses and soft words, sometimes crude. Gentle caresses and more fervent touches.
She hadn’t even truly felt the first phalanx slip inside her, and the others even less. It had all happened so easily, without giving her time to brace herself for what was coming. The only thing she had noticed was the presence of a cold, viscous liquid that had run along her flesh. She had noticed it for the simple reason that it was, to say the least, unexpected, and she had no idea what it was.
She had asked the angel about it between two unconscious moans, but the latter had replied that a magician never revealed her secrets.
That was putting it mildly. Paige quite literally had magical hands. They had always drawn the little horned girl in. Now, they were answering her most unspoken fantasies, and she might have sold her soul to the Devil just to discover the full extent of what they were capable of.
“D-Don’t stop… Please, keep going,” she begged over and over.
Behind her, the taller one groaned in pleasure just at the sight of her like this. A state of pure surrender. Of desire.
Her chin rested on her shoulder, her cheek pressed against hers. Paige made sure to hold her firmly against her, deliberately imposing that dominance, both physical and psychological. She restrained her movements with her body, using it like a vice; indirectly, she deprived her of everything. Through her mere presence, through the lewd words whispered again and again into her ear, she stripped away her lucidity, her reason, her modesty. Like an enchantment, like a spell so powerful it became unbreakable, she bound her to herself, drawing her into devotion.
In that precise moment, Azzi worshipped her the way one worships a goddess.
“More… please…”
Prayers spilled from her corrupted lips while, with her fingers, Paige worked every one of the most sensitive points of her body. Several were buried between her warm, soft folds and did not stop, while her other hand gripped her hip so tightly it would leave marks on her honeyed skin. Her own hips, pressed against the curve of her ass, heightened a friction that kept her aroused, but above all gave her a sadistic satisfaction in making Azzi crave more and more.
“Please, give me m-more… I’ll be a good demon, I… I swear!”
The time for bargaining had come. The little horned girl seemed ready to do anything to be pushed further into vice. And was it working?
“I won’t be afraid to… to do evil anymore. I’ll make old people fall in the street, I’ll scare children in movie theaters. I— ah… I’ll even cut off the fingers of drug dealers!”
Undeniably.
Paige clenched her teeth, her eyelids lowering as she imagined her pretty brunette severing the limbs of criminals. Nothing in the world was more thrilling than the vision of her face smeared with blood, her brown eyes turning crimson, the red contrasting with the softness of her skin. She shivered at the thought.
“What a dreadful creature you are,” she murmured against her jaw, brushing it with the tip of her nose.
“For you, I will be. S-So…”
“So you want more,” she finished for her. “You want me to make you feel what you’ve never felt, to make you scream so loudly you’re heard across the entire city, to make you lose yourself completely. Isn’t that right?”
She pressed her fingers more firmly against her G-spot, and Azzi moaned, her eyes filling with tears.
“Yes! Yes, please, I… I want all of that. I want you.”
But hardly had she uttered those words when everything stopped. The sensations vanished, the fingers abandoned her, and the warmth retreated. Fearing the end of the dream but mostly the hollow ache of withdrawal, the demoness whimpered instantly before being silenced by the Celestial’s mouth.
The fiery kiss she received swept her away in a consuming fever, making her forget her frustration. It was wet and desperate. Her lower belly burned, her ears rang, and her head spun, while she perceived several rustling sounds behind her. She couldn’t truly focus on them, however. Paige was kissing her so ardently that she unconsciously tuned out everything else. Until the angel lowered herself slowly, right there, her face against Azzi’s damp heat.
The air abruptly froze in the little horned one’s lungs as her fingers, made feverish by ecstasy, clawed at the icy glass wall behind her. She anchored her hips against the barrier, her body taut like a string ready to snap.
Paige’s deep, dilated pupils barely detached themselves from the demoness’s glistening, needy pussy. She hardly even blinked. It was intense, lewd. For a second, Azzi thought she might explode. Paige Bueckers was such a devilish being, torturing her this way. She wanted to cry out in rage. Yet she had no time to protest before her eardrums were blessed by the deep, low voice of her lover, reassuring her in a whisper.
"Everything you want, you shall have, my little wonder."
A touch, a firm and wet pressure; yet another provocation.
Oh, by the Holy Hell, her tongue.
Then Paige went to work. Her tongue was a weapon of precision, an instrument of pleasure that the angel wielded with a devotion that was almost terrifying. The first contacts were an electric shock for Azzi, a burning trail that traveled up her core, harvesting every pearl of her desire with insatiable hunger. Azzi threw her head back, her brown curls sweeping against the cold glass of the tower, while her fingers gripped desperately into the celestial’s hair, pulling her closer and closer. God…
Paige gave her no respite. She wasn't just tasting; she was devouring her. She claimed every shiver, every spasm of the demoness. Her hands, broad and firm, forced her thighs apart with an authority that suffered no resistance, anchoring Azzi in her vulnerability, throwing one of her legs over her shoulder. The little horned girl’s moans became inarticulate pleas, a tangle of "please" and "mercy" that Paige smothered under her expert assaults.
Azzi felt the fall coming. The void was right there.
It was torture. The angel alternated between rapid tongue strokes, teasing her sensitive clitoris, and slower, deeper pressures that made Azzi melt like wax under a flame. The demoness felt her pelvis rise instinctively, seeking more of that divine contact, but Paige held her against the glass railing with a firm grip on her hips, forcing her to endure every sensation until it reached agony. The world around them no longer existed. There was only the contrast between the cold steel and the consuming heat of the angel’s mouth.
"Look at me, Azzi," Paige suddenly commanded between two wet caresses.
Her voice was low, heavy with dark desire. Azzi opened blurred eyes, her gaze veiled with tears of pleasure, to dive into Paige’s burning blue ocean. The angel smirked, a glint of triumph in her eyes, before sinking in even more boldly, her tongue working with a fervor that promised the demoness a dizzying fall she would never want to return from.
Her hands seized her slender waist, using it as a lever to increase the amplitude of her movements. The pace quickened, tearing sobs and groans from Azzi who, bathed in confusion, forgot even the name of the one she revered.
"Oh Heaven... Oh my God!"
What a blasphemy against her sacred Lord.
"Lucifer wouldn't be happy to hear you speak like that, little angel. Are you really that disrespectful?"
Azzi shook her head as best she could and sniffled. She didn't even feel her hip bruising against the glass barrier.
"No! No, I don't—"
"You deserve a punishment," Paige admonished.
She rose from between Azzi’s thighs, though not without leaving one last kiss on her sex. Azzi shook her head, desperately trying to find the contact of Paige’s lips again, on the verge of coming. The cruel angel smiled; fingers found their way to her throat and coiled around it like a serpent. With her neck held warm in the palm of her hand, she jerked Azzi toward her abruptly and slammed her against her body, cutting off her breath for a millisecond.
"Where I come from, we call this a chastisement," the Celestial hissed, her gaze deep.
"S-Sorry," the horned girl whined. "Sorry Paige, p-please."
"It’s not to me that you should apologize."
"Forgive me, Lord Lu—"
"Shhh..."
Paige stroked the cheek of the overwhelmed demoness who looked at her like a loyal dog before its master. With love, craving, and obedience.
"Don't worry... you aren't the only one sinning," she whispered.
She pressed her thumb against her chin to make her part her lips and slid her tongue inside to mingle their saliva. In the midst of that chaotic kiss, she sighed against the mouth she had missed so much and penetrated Azzi with her fingers, harder, relentlessly, until she made her stammer. Azzi was now incapable of stringing two words together correctly. Sweat and eroticism magnified the strained features of her face; the film of fever clouding her eyes made her unrecognizable. Judging by her trembling muscles and her wetness, she was about to reach Nirvana.
It was at that same moment that Paige felt timid fingers slip into her own wet panties, teasing her clitoris with a nail. Paige felt waves of searing pleasure race through her being, knotting her lower belly.
She glanced at Azzi, a brow raised; her little demoness had ears that were blood-red.
"My little angel, who would have thought you were so bold?"
Azzi moaned and hid further against her shoulder, which made Paige laugh until she felt a finger slip inside her.
Fuck.
Azzi was awkwardly copying Paige’s movements against her own walls. Her inexperience was so adorable and exciting that Paige let it happen.
Everything was now so hot, so intense. Pure obscenity that sharpened her senses. The softness of Azzi’s skin brushing hers with every sway, the comforting tightness of her flesh around her. From her scent – a mix of woodsmoke and dried herbs – to her spontaneous facial expressions that enchanted her sight, her beautifully broken voice that seduced her ears, and Azzi’s fingers gaining more and more confidence. Paige was going insane. She perceived everything, absolutely everything.
Here, sex and debauchery reigned supreme. Here, there was only them. Only Paige and Azzi and the echo of their skin slapping against the trees, the stones, against the walls of the majestic tower glowing green in the dying night. The sound of melodic pleas addressed to the firmament like a religious chant.
The scene was so beautiful the angel couldn't help but visualize them in one of the houses of God. Them and their naked silhouettes, licked by the soft light diffused through stained-glass windows. Her, fucking her demoness before the altar while her languid moans synced with the sound of the pipe organs. And the devotees, so shocked they wouldn't be able to turn their eyes away from this abject spectacle to return to their mass. How many of them would she manage to corrupt? How many of them would she give the sick urge to watch, to touch themselves?
With a sudden movement, Paige removed Azzi’s fingers from her, violently turning her back toward the glass railing.
"What…!" Azzi’s fingers quickly gripped the glass, looking back over her shoulder with confused puppy eyes.
Paige was in an altered state. Adrenaline was injecting shots of euphoria into her veins, intoxicating her, perverting her mind. The taste for risk, the feeling of invincibility and omnipotence made her soul vibrate and turned her into an addict. She wanted to come, but more than anything, she wanted to make her lover come. She wanted to see her succumb, yield under her grip, hear her scream her name to the Heavens.
Then, she ordered basely, "Let yourself go. Don't hold back."
She stepped forward to pin her more tightly against the barrier, shifting their position slightly, which allowed her to drive three fingers deeper. Then, with her other hand firm, she rapidly masturbated her clitoris, applying several pressures to Azzi’s sex to stimulate it more vividly.
Azzi welcomed this surplus of sensation with difficulty. She trembled, gasped, struggled to breathe. The air was suffocating her; the high temperature made her heavy. And yet, she was okay. Under the Celestial’s grip, she felt at home.
In trust, she decided to listen –even if she wasn't exactly fit to decide anything anymore, to be honest– and let her being melt into ecstasy. Her eyes left the view of the hill below and her head lolled before falling back. Her strength had abandoned her long ago and her weak legs no longer held her. She could do nothing but cling to the arm that was solidly cinched around her shoulders. Paige had become her only anchor, her only rampart against collapse while the latter unleashed herself inside her.
Her thrusts had multiplied; her rhythm became almost inhuman. There was something savage in the way she moved, a bestiality reflected in her gaze glowing with danger. With half-closed eyelids, Azzi watched her with fascination, absorbed by her magnificence.
When suddenly, a strike more violent than the others made her eyes snap wide. Her mouth opened under the sharp discharge she felt, but her scream was muffled by Paige, who used her forearm as a gag. The undulations of her fingers stopped dead, and blood pearled as soon as the demon’s sharp canines pierced her flesh without meeting any resistance. An instinctive bite that surprised the one who gave it.
Immediately, Azzi tried to break free, but in vain. The grip tightened around her jaw as a silent prohibition. The blonde pressed deliberately against her teeth, her pupils dilated and her breath short.
"Harder," she commanded in a raspy voice.
The younger girl resigned herself to hurting her when she understood it was what Paige desired. Her need to satisfy her was so immense she would say amen to her every demand. So, she bit more vigorously and clawed at the golden skin with her nails, letting a few scarlet drops fall at their feet. She swallowed the metallic taste spreading across her tongue, unintentionally gulping down the thick liquid invading her mouth. It was dirty and repugnant, yet it was also agonizingly exciting.
Paige sighed with contentment at the sight. Her face contorted in uncontrollable flickers of pleasure; the delicious pain made her growl.
And Azzi came. She came hard, in jagged waves between Paige’s hands. The angel seemed fascinated by the demoness’s ecstasy. Azzi looked so beautiful under the stars, filled with a galvanizing bliss.
Paige took advantage, kissing Azzi’s warm neck for a few moments, static, before resuming her incessant thrusts and the friction of her fingers. Her lover quickly sank back into her trance, forgetting her own sensitivity.
In fact, earlier, when she had removed Azzi’s long fingers from her, Paige had felt a void so immense it stole the breath from her lungs. But before any discomfort could settle in, she felt the demoness’s tail slide along her thigh. It had slipped into her panties, teasing her sex with its thickness. She had never been so happy to be wearing a skirt.
What an irony. An angel being fucked by a demon’s tail. It made Paige hilarious. Suddenly, she wondered what the reaction of those blockheads up there would be.
But hearing Azzi’s plaintive moans, it was clear her baby needed attention. They were so close to coming, so close that the slightest thing would send them over the edge. Just one tiny thing.
"Tell them," the angel ordered, striking her clitoris violently. Azzi sobbed.
The request came out of nowhere but triggered no reaction from the demoness who was being relentlessly hammered. She seemed elsewhere, or perhaps she simply didn't understand.
The angel finally grew impatient.
"Tell them who is taking you so well. I want them to know."
Azzi’s tail twitched in Paige’s panties while the latter’s long fingers pressed harder against her G-spot. Azzi stammered a series of unintelligible words, getting caught in her already overcrowded mouth. Paige relished it.
"I can't hear you," she mocked, tensing the muscle of her neck.
"It’sh... y-you. You who..."
"My name! Tell them my name."
The poor little horned girl was completely overwhelmed. She didn't know why Paige was asking her this, or who she was supposed to tell. She was far too dazed to think, and above all, far too submissive to contest her authority. Paige seemed a little mad at that precise moment, on the edge of the precipice. She was playing with her, taking a sick pleasure in maltreating her already sensitive interior and preventing her from speaking. But Azzi loved it. She found that the lewdness and sadism made Paige even more beautiful, more intimidating; more demonic.
"P... Pai..."
Her voice was broken by the assaults she was enduring –the friction of the fingers and that of her tail against Paige’s sex. Overstimulation. She couldn't pronounce the name entirely without interrupting herself before her elder, who was gloating.
"Pai...
"Yes, like that. Just like that..."
Desperate to find grace in her eyes, she could only try again and again.
"Paige..."
until she finally made it.
"That's it, my angel. That's very good."
Blessed, Azzi smiled with beatitude, her cheeks flushing. she repeated her name, seeking compliments, when Paige suddenly released her neck and lunged at her to kiss her with fire. A bloody but cruelly sensual kiss that left them panting.
Her heart pounding, Paige administered a few more strokes before stopping deep inside. Azzi’s eyes rolled back, her mouth agape, tightening around the angel’s fingers. In turn, her head on Azzi’s shoulder, Paige felt her climax arriving, the tail playing rapidly with her clitoris.
Her smooth, flat stomach cramped, tightening until she lost her breath and her vision turned white.
"Oh, fuck," she swore.
"Paige!" the demoness cried out, her cheeks bathed in tears.
And finally, they reached the seventh heaven.
The orgasm devoured her whole. A lightning-fast climax that made her convulse, rave, and forget time itself. And Azzi ejaculated loudly, overstimulated, splashing several times over the locks hanging here and there before her, without a single thought for the defiled promises of love they contained.
"Paige... Paige," she wept endlessly.
It was all she could think about.
Behind her, the angel caught her breath, without moving or withdrawing. For long minutes, she regained consciousness and gradually found her bearings as the calm returned. In the distance, the dawn was turning the clouds pink, reflecting its soft light over the waking city. In the silence, she observed her attentively while recent memories replayed in her head. Her, Azzi, the moans. The pleasure, the tears, the sweat, and the blood.
She had just copulated with a demon.
At that thought, her wings stretched out, proud and grand. Paige let the breeze catch her white feathers for a moment, then slowly raised her head toward Paradise. She directed a defiant look at it, and with insolence...
…she smiled.
⛧
“You failed.”
The verdict came down a few days after Azzi returned to Tartarus. It hit her like a slap a true fall into Hell. She had believed in it with all her heart, in her success. I mean, her idea hadn’t been that bad. Sure, it was unconventional and lacked a bit of edge, but still not bad. So when Nika Muhl summoned her to deliver the result of her final trial, it felt as if her insides were being ripped out and dropped at her feet. She genuinely didn’t understand where she had gone wrong and kept wondering how it had happened.
“A pneumonia? That’s what you were hoping for?” her mentor sneered with disdain. “The old woman only caught a mild cold. No fever.”
The archdemoness had looked at her with such fury that Azzi shrank in on herself, lowering her head like a scolded child. Her aura crushed her completely, and under those piercing eyes as full of empathy as empty space itself she whimpered, already anticipating what awaited her.
“From this day forward, Earth is forbidden to you. Access to the rivers will be restricted, and you will be placed under the regime of minor demons.”
In other words, she was joining the ranks of the underlings the losers’ faction destined to handle all the lowest tasks of their kind. Entertaining Cerberus, feeding the beasts, cleaning the cells, filing the Princes’ claws, watching over the damned, gathering toxic plants…
Azzi could say goodbye to her freedom forever.
And God knew how long forever was. Lucifer, sorry.
The little horned demoness let out a soul-crushing sigh.
With a scrubbing brush in hand, she was busy cleaning the living space of a prisoner who had been taken out for their daily torture session. Everything had to be perfect by the time they returned. The handle burned her delicate hands and the effort exhausted her muscles. But she couldn’t take a break she wasn’t allowed to. So despite the pain, she scrubbed, scrubbed the floor where the blood had dried since her last visit, replacing it with a fresh, thick, slippery layer. The coagulated crusts broke apart little by little, filling the room with a foul stench.
That was the first step. The second was to splash the walls to restore their color, and the third to sharpen the nails used as a mattress on the spare bed a long, repetitive, and deeply miserable task.
For a week now, Azzi hadn’t stopped. She moved from one thankless task to another without ever really having time to breathe. The day before, she had only been allowed a short walk near Lethe her first one where she had hoped to sort through her thoughts.
Unfortunately for her, even the River of Forgetfulness had failed to make her forget her miserable existence. And even less the gaping hole that had formed in her chest after her separation from Paige. It was, without a doubt, the most painful thing she had ever experienced. The worst punishment she could have been given.
After that burning night with the angel, she had been forced to return, leaving behind the divine creature her heart beat for. Now, it was shattered into a million pieces, each one reflecting the depth of her suffering.
Paige missed her terribly. So much that she thought about her morning and night, minute after minute, without ever finding relief. She had become a prisoner of her memories, a victim of her own feelings, which made her live through constant torment.
Between the bouts of tears that woke her in the night, she tried to cling to the last words spoken by her former guide. She replayed them over and over in her mind, like a lullaby meant to soothe her.
“This is not a goodbye, little wonder.”
Those words had brought a breath of hope to the demoness, but to avoid sinking further, she convinced herself it was nothing more than another cruel trick from the angel. A way to torment her by exploiting her weaknesses the obsession and dependence she had developed for her. She knew Paige loved that side of her, loved being at the center of her thoughts. Being everywhere, all the time, inside her mind. It wouldn’t be surprising if she had said that just to make sure she would never be forgotten.
Her and her oversized ego…
Despite everything, Azzi kept mourning her. She couldn’t let go. Everything had become dull, slow, gray. Hell was supposed to be filled with deep crimson hues and molten gold reflections… so why did everything feel so lifeless?
She found no interest in anything anymore. Not after everything she had experienced with her. The thrill, the immorality, the adrenaline, the desire… love?
Her eyes began to blur, and her small body started to tremble.
" I don’t have enough blood anymore," she whimpered as she noticed her empty bucket. "Why don’t I have e-enough?"
She lamented her situation, eyes fixed on the container that no longer held a single drop of hemoglobin, before starting to pace around the cramped room, wondering how to fix this. The best solution would be to go restock directly at the slaughterhouse, but she would definitely get scolded and was not sure she could handle it.
A tear rolled down her round cheek. She wiped it away, only for a second one to follow. It was hopeless. They kept coming without restraint. Soon, sobs clogged her throat and suffocated her. She gasped, letting out broken cries.
" What am I g-going to... to do? I... I don’t have a-any more... What am I g-going to do?"
She felt ashamed. Ashamed of crying over something so small. She knew the bucket was not the real problem. But what excuse could she possibly give if someone saw her in such a miserable state?
Overwhelmed, she collapsed onto the filthy floor and buried her head in her knees. The red stained her dark clothes and her fur cape that dragged in it, making the panther hairs sticky and clumped together, but she paid it no mind, far too busy drowning in her misery.
Just like she paid no attention to the two succubi passing by, chatting animatedly.
" Did you hear the rumors? Apparently the Lord welcomed a fallen one."
" Of course I heard! I even saw her. A stunning creature, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And the energy she gives off... a real delight."
" Oh, don’t say that, you’re turning me on. Fallen ones are so rare these days... Do you think we could..."
Luckily, the demons were too absorbed in their conversation to care about what was happening inside the cell. Their alluring voices echoed until they faded down the corridor, bouncing against the stone walls for a few more seconds before silence returned. A silence torn apart by the cries of suffering souls; the only silence the lower parts of Hell ever knew.
Azzi had not moved. Her tear-filled eyes stared blankly toward her knees, her lips trembled but no sound escaped them. She was on the edge, disconnected.
How long did she stay like that, soaking in the blood she had worked so hard to spread? Probably far too long. She was falling behind on her task, but she could not even bring herself to care anymore. What worse could happen to her? Being fed to the soul devourers? It did not even seem that frightening anymore.
She could die, nothing mattered anymore. Not even Belial’s mockery.
" I was wondering where you went when I didn’t see you scrubbing the next cell. But does it surprise me to find you here crying like a child instead of doing your job? Not really."
The little horned demon slowly lifted her head, as if it required immense effort. In front of her stood her tormentor, upright and proud, beside her chained prisoner she had just tortured. The man was pale, his gaze empty, and shallow cuts still oozed on his cheeks. There were not many of them, since everyone knew Belial preferred to destroy minds rather than bodies. His was thin, almost frozen.
" What are you waiting for? A miracle? Get on your bed!"
At the order, she obeyed like a puppet and sat on the nail-covered mattress. Her hands rested on her thighs as she began rocking back and forth, lifeless.
" So, Azzi, feeling a little sad?" Belial mocked, turning her attention back to her. "You don’t like this situation, is that it? You should have thought about that before. You only have what you deserve."
" Yes... probably," Azzi thought.
She only had what she deserved. She was a bad demon, a disappointment to her mentor and a disgrace to her kind. It was not like she did not already know.
" Honestly, you really outdid yourself during your exam," the other continued. "I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a disaster. But thanks. I had a good laugh."
A guttural sound made Azzi flinch, something like a strangled groan. It was not hers, it was the damned one.
" Shut up or I slit your throat," Belial threatened coldly.
She fell silent.
" When I think about poor Nika... Asmodeus may be there for her, but I know her reputation took a hit and she must be six feet under by now."
Belial ruffled her dark hair and sighed dramatically before clapping her hands.
" Ah! By the way, how is your angel friend doing?"
Azzi’s eyes widened and she gasped, fresh tears instantly filling them. As if her tormentor had flipped a switch, the pain came rushing back and crushed her heart. She lost her breath and her head spun, blurring her vision and leaving her dizzy. Her palms instinctively pressed against the ground that felt like it was sinking beneath her weight. Her body felt so heavy.
" She... She..."
" She abandoned you? She made a fool out of you, right? It was obvious from the start. That is why you should never mess with those creatures."
" N-No... No she did not..."
" Of course she did. Otherwise why would you be alone here? You are just useless, and she realized it."
Her sobs came back stronger, and for the first time, she truly wanted to die. She wanted so badly to see Paige again. To hear her voice, to feel warm in her arms, to receive her kisses and melt under her touch...
But she never would again.
" P..."
Because Paige was an angel, and she was a creature of Hell. She would never know paradise again. Never see her beautiful face or hear her velvety voice. Never find refuge in her arms and never taste her kisses again.
" Paige..."
And that truth was unbearable.
" Paige..."
So unbearable that she could only repeat her name to keep her alive.
" You are so pathetic," Belial went on, not noticing the shadow growing behind her. "You are a disgrace, an embarrassment. You should just-"
Her shoulder was suddenly grabbed, and she stopped in surprise. Her sharp eyes dropped to the long slender fingers gripping her, then she turned toward their owner.
" What are you even doing here? And who the hell are you?"
" I think my little angel called for me."
Time froze instantly and Azzi’s stomach dropped.
That voice... That nickname...
She looked up shakily at the silhouette behind Belial and covered her open mouth with her hand.
This was impossible.
She had to be dreaming.
" And I think I asked you who you were."
" You must be Belial," the stranger said, deliberately ignoring her. "If I were you, I would leave. Quickly."
" I... Excuse me?"
" You see, I do not particularly like you, and I am not entirely sure yet if killing a demon is allowed. The rules," she chuckled, "I have not learned all of them yet."
Despite the laugh, her tone was sharp like a blade. Belial shivered from head to toe. Shock drained the color from her face and she froze completely. What was she so afraid of? She did not understand it herself. She had never feared anyone. It felt like something was invading her mind, rewriting it. Like a virus, her thoughts scrambled and her body stopped responding.
What kind of sorcery was this?
" You wanted to know who I am?" the stranger asked.
Powerless, Belial nodded.
" I am Paige Bueckers, the first fallen angel in centuries and the honored guest of your dear daddy, the Devil. He welcomed me like his own daughter, and I would bet he would not oppose me if I asked to devour your soul."
" You... You are Azzi’s angel..."
" You got it, dumbass. Azzi is mine. So if I ever see you near her again, I will gladly torture you until you beg for mercy."
A pale light flashed in her eyes for a second before they returned to their deep obsidian shade. Belial looked away without a word. Then, unsteady, she left the room without sparing Azzi a glance.
Azzi remained frozen, unable to fully process what had just happened. Rigid like a statue, she had not moved once. Her eyes were dry now and stung painfully. One hand still covered her mouth while the other rested in the blood pooling around her.
With a smirk, Paige stepped closer and stopped right in front of her. She lowered herself to her level, placing a finger under her chin to lift her head.
" Hello, little wonder. Did you miss me?"
Azzi felt a shock run through her. It snapped her out of it and panic immediately took over. She stood up quickly and paced in place, trying to make sense of everything. She had been working in the cells when Belial came to torment her. Then someone arrived and...
Her eyes landed on Paige again and realization made her squeak.
" Oh, by Lucifer!"
Panicking, she rubbed her face frantically, only spreading more blood across her skin. Paige chuckled softly.
" Easy, cutie. It is just me."
" But what... You... Am I in Heaven?" Azzi stammered.
" No, I do not think so. I am the one in Hell. In the best way possible."
" H-How..."
" How did I get here?"
Azzi nodded.
Paige answered casually,
" I fell."
It made no sense. What did she mean, fell? Was this some kind of joke? Was it a demon who had taken the appearance of her beloved Celestial? That had to be it, there was no other explanation. Feeling anger rise inside her, Azzi took a deep breath, ready to shout at the impostor. But she did not get the chance.
" Those feathered idiots did not really appreciate me sleeping with Satan’s offspring, so they banished me," Paige explained with a laugh. "I had the choice between mortality on Earth or exile in Hell."
She rolled her eyes and continued,
" Of course I chose Hell. How could I abandon my little wonder? I told you we would see each other again."
That last sentence hit Azzi hard, and suddenly everything made sense.
" So then you... You knew?"
Paige shrugged.
" Obviously, it was part of my plan. Hey but... oh no, you are not about to cry again, are you?"
Caught off guard, she fidgeted in front of the tears in her demon’s eyes, unsure how to react.
" I... I can’t believe it," Azzi kept repeating.
Why was she crying? Why that hurt expression? She must have been upset with her. That had to be it. She blamed her for taking her innocence that night, at the foot of a damn Tower.
" Yeah, okay, I know it was not cool to use you to free myself, but we had fun, right? I mean I sure enjo-"
Azzi did not let her finish. She threw herself into her arms, and Paige froze, stunned by the sudden turn of events.
" It really is you! I... I thought I would never see you again..."
A strange warmth spread through Paige’s chest as she heard not resentment, but relief in her voice. Azzi was not crying because she was angry, but because she was happy. Happy to see her again.
That kid would never stop surprising her.
That was what she thought before returning the embrace with a satisfied sigh. With unusual tenderness, she placed one hand at the small of her back, the other behind her head, fingers buried in her dark hair, pulling her close, eyes closed. She was happy too. She still could not believe it.
Even before her return to the land of halos, everyone had known. Everyone had seen them and heard them. The Virtues, the Powers, the Cherubim... and of course, the Seraphim.
Her mentor, Kindness.
To her, it had been the ultimate betrayal. Of course she felt deceived, and her face had been sour beyond words. At first, Paige had found the different reactions amusing. Until they took away her access to the mortal world.
From that moment on, something dark had started growing inside her. Deprived of her distractions, the angel had slowly begun to lose herself, Azzi never leaving her thoughts.
During those long days of separation, she realized how important Azzi had become to her. The impact she had on her existence. She had been so used to seeing her whenever she wanted on Earth that she had never imagined it would hurt this much to be without her.
And yet.
The absence consumed her. It took over her mind, and Paige eventually went mad. She poured her rage onto anyone who spoke to her, created chaos in administrative records, the reapers could testify to that, and displayed a level of immorality and vulgarity beyond reason, even going as far as openly insulting that damned farmer, the one everyone considered their sacred father.
" To hell with God!" she had screamed, her throat nearly tearing apart, one Sunday.
She had left many angels traumatized in her wake. Her trial had been an absolute massacre as well. But in the end, none of that really mattered. She had achieved her ultimate goal. She was here now. In Hell, with the most fascinating creature she had ever encountered.
Pulling away slightly, Paige took her time to look at her. Her small pointed fangs visible through her parted lips, her light brown curls falling softly around her face, her well-defined jaw, her flushed cheeks, and her doe-like brown eyes filled with wonder... Azzi was still just as adorable, just as sexy. A duality that still amazed her.
" You have changed so much," Azzi murmured as she finally took her in.
From the start, she had been so overwhelmed by her emotions that she had not even realized how different Paige looked. She was stunned.
" You see that? I am hot, right?" the fallen angel bragged.
Azzi nearly choked on her own breath. Hot was such an understatement it almost felt insulting. Paige had already been beautiful, but now there were no words in any language that could truly describe her.
Above her head, her halo was gone, but no horns had replaced it. Her once golden hair had turned into long, shimmering black strands that fell over her shoulders. The same color now covered her large wings, shifting behind her. Light reflected off the feathers, scattering like stars across a night sky. It was breathtaking. And that was not all. Her onyx eyes glowed faintly, sometimes tinted with silver, making her even more mesmerizing.
Paige Bueckers was no longer truly an angel. But she was not quite a demon either.
" Though, I gotta say, your clothes are tight as hell. My third leg ( bullshit) can barely breathe in these leather pants."
She glanced down at her outfit and shifted slightly to loosen the fabric. Then she noticed Azzi was not reacting.
" It has been a while since you stared at me like that, little angel. Careful, you have a bit of drool right there," she chuckled, pointing at her mouth.
Azzi did not react.
She was far too captivated to catch the joke. She absentmindedly wiped the corner of her lips, only to feel a strange texture beneath her fingers. Something dry. Cracked.
Her eyes widened and she snapped back to reality.
" By all demons... I am not presentable at all!" she cried out in horror.
How could she show herself like this in front of Paige? Covered in sweat from effort, her hair messy, her lashes stuck together from tears, her face smeared with blood... she was so dirty it felt disrespectful just standing there before her.
But Paige clearly did not agree. There was something so soft in her expression. She had never looked at her like that before.
Silently, the fallen angel stepped closer, her warm hands cupping Azzi’s cheeks. Then, locking eyes with her, she whispered,
" You are absolutely perfect."
Slowly, she leaned in toward her lips, painfully slow. Frustratingly slow. She brushed against them, teasing them with her own. Azzi frowned as Paige kept pulling away every time she tried to meet her halfway. She had gone back to playing with her, to testing her patience.
It was so annoying.
" Let me kiss you," Azzi muttered, pouting.
Like a child, Paige closed her eyes and stayed perfectly still, lips slightly puckered. She waited patiently, feeling Azzi’s warmth getting closer, her heartbeat pounding harder and harder.
Then a strangled sound shattered their moment.
Paige turned toward the noise, frowning.
" Who is that?"
Azzi glanced at the poor damned woman who had not moved.
" Oh... I forgot about her," she murmured.
" Your friend does not look great," Paige commented. " Are you sure she is eating enough?"
Azzi could not hold back a laugh and immediately pulled her angel out of the cell. Paige still had a lot to learn about this place. And this time, Azzi would be the one guiding her.
Hand in hand, smiling, she led her through the maze of the dungeons, unable to stop giggling with pure joy.
" So... are there any good strip clubs around here?"
God, it felt good to have Paige Bueckers back.
⛧
As long as eternity could be, Azzi and Paige found time to pass far too quickly.
From the moment she arrived, the fallen angel secured herself a place of honor among the infernal ranks. Drawing every gaze instantly, she remained at the center of conversations and sparked constant fascination. Everyone wanted her. Everyone desired her. She was seen as a gift, an angel fallen from the sky. Like a princess. Pandemonium had even opened its gates to her without her asking, and Lord Lucifer cherished her as one of his most favored children.
Not that Paige was particularly loyal. She was simply incredibly gifted. A natural-born schemer in a divine body. Those were essential qualities for any demon seeking power. And she had them. She also carried a devastating aura. Magnetic, terrifying, and sublime, it had the power to
dominate anyone who crossed her path. It was exactly what had happened to Belial. She never came back to bother Azzi again.
As for the little horned demon, she was struggling to keep up. Between her lover’s rising fame and her own growing reputation, she no longer knew where to focus. So many things had changed in her life. For one, she had gained importance. No more menial tasks, no more restrictions. She was now playing among the elite. Assemblies in the capital of Tartarus, missions on Earth alongside her black-winged angel, visits to Cerberus because "Fame will not make me neglect my friends!", playful moments under the covers in their new shared room, and romantic walks along the Styx and the Lethe...
Their duo was known like Bonnie and Clyde. A hellish duo, respected but above all highly sought after. Their days were always packed, and even though they never let go of each other and did everything together, they sometimes longed to retreat just the two of them into their cozy nest deep within the endless forest, not far from where the younger one once lived. Fortunately, very few people refused Paige’s requests. She only had to voice her desires for them to be fulfilled. Thanks to her, the couple allowed themselves a few indulgences, like ignoring orders from headquarters or skipping meetings when their need for intimacy became too strong. No one dared disturb them anymore when they were off duty. And those were often the best moments to indulge in physical pleasures and give in to their wildest fantasies.
In the end, each of them had achieved their dreams.
Azzi had been admitted to Pandemonium, was no longer the laughingstock of her kind, and had put Belial in her place.
And Paige, she...
" You want me to tell you something, my angel?"
Paige had finally found her haven.
Her own Paradise.
" I think there is no place more divine than the one between your legs.”
