- Smosh (1)
Shayinel was different from every other child of the Council; he was born with his pristine white wings, he didn't earn his feathery appendages like the rest of the angels in the silver city. And to add to that, he also bled, his cuts and scrapes leaked the horrific red liquid when revealed sent him down south.
Damien was like every other demon, working his never ending days in the cobblestone basements, torturing and maiming the souls of the damned. All he wished for was some change from the same repetitive and rather gross day to day life style.
"He was broken, he was torn, he had seen hell and death as they were, and he had survived, slowly and painstakingly he had built his heart and life back up, his vulnerability, his innocence, his flaws were his strength. He was everything, an angel, a beautiful poem, a fighter, but most importantly, he was mine. A true shame he doesn't know it yet, but oh do I look forward to when he is just that... just mine."
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14 Oct 2019