Devil's Groom.
Amid their forbidden love, they found solace and acceptance in each other's arms.
"Let me embrace you, Azrael," Azazel breathed, pressing his lips against the angel's forehead, closing his eyes, and reveling in the feeling of their bodies pressed together. The sound of Azrael's soft breaths drifted into his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "Gods, I thought I had lost my mind before now," Azazel muttered, pulling back slightly, allowing his gaze to linger upon the angel before him. "But in truth, it is now, at this very moment, that Azazel has indeed lost his mind. I've grown mad with your love, Azrael. My heart no longer listens to me, it sought after you, and by the gods, I want to tast
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