Adom allowed a bit of his magic to flow from his fingers and into her lungs and body. She would be more susceptible to his words. "Even if you were to beat me, you could not carry him and he would be dead long before you got him to safety."
She looked back up at him. "Why would you help him?"
Adom lips spread into a smile. "I'm not . . . nor am I helping you. Now. Go. I will not ask again."
She licked her lips, looking back at Win before letting out a strangled cry and getting back to her feet. She started running and didn't look back. Adom watched her for a second or two before looking back down at the broken and bleeding body of the Angel. The battle was beginning to weaken-hundreds dead on both sides, but he didn't care about any of that. He moved closer, eventually crouching down to get a better look. His finger ran over the soft skin of Win face and he smiled.
The Devil stood back up, his fingers making a sweeping motion as a portal opened below the Hunter. And just like that, Win disappeared from the battlefield.
"No!" He heard from off to the side. Adom looked back and spotted a man running towards him. His dress identified him as another Angel-young like Win, but not good as him. The Angel cut a large swath through the demons that separated them as Adom created another portal behind him. He allowed the Angel to get close enough to see his smug smile before stepping back and disappearing.
He heard the furious howl of the other angel as it closed. He allowed himself a small chuckle before snapping his fingers.
100 Year's Ago (Somewhere in human World):-"Mr. Dean-""Shh, shh, shh," Dean put one finger up to pause Aldert train of thought as he took a sip of his drink. He looked around the club from their table perched above it. Being Dean who almost rule all around the human world, he had VVIP access in just about any establishment in all City, so he liked to vary where he held his meetings. He didn't want anyone to think he was ever playing favorites, so he moved around. Tonight, he was in one of the most expensive club."I'd really like it if we could finish-""Shh," Dean shushed him again, turning his gaze from the main floor, where he saw Ray and Air milling about, keeping an eye on things, to the rest of the VVIP balcony where Jordon was sitting at the bar. He followed Jordon eye line to the large group seated on an elevated couch, just briefly catching a glimpse at the man in the center.
Type marched into his bedroom with tears running down his cheeks. His vampire flang was burning as the salty tears trailed down his left cheek . Boss called them their love marks but to him it was daily reminder that he couldn't escape this hell.He strode towards the vanity to look at the damage Man caused to his face when he try to run. He slowly raised his left hand and tentatively stroked his cheek. As soon his fingers touched the flesh he hastily withdrew his hand with a wince.He gripped the pointed wooden edges of the vanity as he leaned closer to study his reflection in the mirror.His heart ached at seeing his ugly face...no one would except him with this face and body ...no one would except his mates . He was forever stuck here with them. Even if he got out of this tower and somehow got back to the mortal world everyone would be scared of him...just like he was scared of the demons when he first came in here to
In Hell“Adom?” Win called out as he forced the door to their mansion open as fallen objects did their best to stop the door from moving. Win felt his heart leap up into his throat at the sight of their usually pristine mansion in a state of disarray and bottles were shattered and the shards were scattered throughout the floor of the living area.“Adom!” One of Win hands went to touch the their bond mark around his neck while his other blast a magic around the mansion.There was no answer and it unnerved Win to the extreme so he nocked an fir ball and went to clear thea mansion and prayed he found his lover or some hint of what happened. It barely took Win five minutes to clear the loft and he found himself staring at a piece of paper that was stabbed to a wall by the balcony doors.Win knew that symbol and the address, his heart pounding hard in hi
Six Months after attack:-Dean wasn't sure when the idea started to occupy his mind.Could it be the first time he met the angel? He remembered that day he saw him in the Adom house, shooting an dragger straight into the him. Sam James was a pleasure to the eye. Dark hairs and beautiful eyes, broad shoulders carrying his bow and arrows. His walk spoke of not arrogance that he found in the majority of angels but of confidence, and strangely mixed with a subtle sense of lost. It was like he didn't know where he belonged. The way he evaded people's eyes and couldn't maintain eye contact for mere seconds, Dean confirmed that Sam was a man with many secrets. Secrets that even his platonic soulmate, his family, didn't know.Dean was also a man with many secrets, just that he was better at hiding them due to many years on earth.Living in human World, lying was a necessary skill to stay alive.
Win knew the moment his former soulmate entered the palace—felt the other man move through the ever changing corridors. His eyes slid down to the documents strewn over the table before him.Adom was doing this on purpose, he realized. Bringing Sam into their home now, while Win was trying his best to make sure there were no loopholes hidden within the accords that any of the participating groups could use to their advantage.His back was still to the doorway when the air froze. Silence reigned through the space as Win waited for the angel to speak—to attack—something. But there was nothing. Not a sound of movement was made and Win heart shuttered until he could no longer take it."Win," he breathed and the muscles in his back shifted as his wings fluttered. Win still kept his back to the other man, his hands resting on the wood of the table, anchoring him to reality."
It concealed the way his lips were curling, lazily, into a mischievous grin; or the eerie glint of his golden eyes, that reflected the joy his heart was feeling.The darkness seemed like an invisible cloak; he imagined tendrils of black smoke dancing around his feet, crawling their way on the walls that surrounded him, seeping inside the cracks of the pavement. He could see it playing with itself, stretching and embracing everything, caressing his hands, his back, messing up his hair, while covering the whole abandoned alley. It continued, undisturbed, until it disappeared around the corner.The darkness was total, and he was enjoying it immensely.He couldn't stop grinning. He loved the feeling. Loved how the absence of light made him feel hidden and revealed at the same time; how his magic responded at the taste of the darkness around him; how his heart suddenly started fluttering in his chest, as if it w