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It had been merely a year since Ash had last seen the demonic butler he so loathed and desired. A long, tedious year he had spent making new plans. For some reason, this dark and tranquil evening found the angel standing on top of the very same bridge that Sebastian had ripped him apart on. He reminisced on his hatred, his dreams and how close he had been to victory through the total purification of London before the demon had temporarily defeated him.
As the fallen angel stood high above the city, looking down onto all its filth, a sudden smell reached him. A demon’s. It had been so long, and yet this particular scent immediately brought to mind a very beautiful and sinful familiar face. He did not even have to turn around to know who was standing behind him.
“Michaelis.” Ash greeted through a scowl. Sebastian had been the only one to ignite a spark of jealous passion in Ash’s bitter, manipulative and closed-off heart.











