prick and stepped towards the angel.
"Oh, no." The angel backed up. "I am not your plaything, demon. I'll cut it off." The angel gasped, offended by its own words. It shook its head and pointed the dagger at Beliaz.
Beliaz frowned. He released his hold on himself and held out a hand towards the beast. The angel stepped to the side keeping the dagger between them. Taking a deep breath, Beliaz focused on the angel and drove back his demon side. He hissed and his knees buckled as the tough leathery skin cracked away and his horns sank back into his body. His tail whipped around his hips and then with a sharp snap it vanished into the transformation, leaving behind nothing but a human man, kneeling on the rooftop without a stitch of clothing to hide a hard-on that, even in mortal form, still impressed.
"I'm…" Beliaz panted. The transformation drained him every time. "I'm not all demon."
* * * *
Beliaz slipped in the dark tunnel and fell forward, yanking him from his memories. No rocky surface broke his fall. Open air whistled past as he plummeted for a full minute before light reached his eyes. He snapped his wings free and caught an updraft of hot air, slowing his fall and giving him just enough buoyancy to glide towards solid ground. He landed with barely a stumble.
As his feet hit the ground, he spotted a whorl of a fading portal. He rushed forward, but stumbled and fell to one knee. The portal whooshed shut with a taunting pop two feet out of his reach. He cursed and gasped. Exhaustion swarmed over him, but he fought it; weakness summoned trouble in Hell better than a single bright light would gather moths on a warm summer night. No sooner had he reminded himself of this, than four cloven- hoofed demons stepped from the shadows, surrounding him.
Andaras laughed from somewhere to his right. He didn't bother to look for his father. He knew the demon wouldn't fight on his own. He had these four to do his dirty work, and he had more after that. Hell had an endless supply of grunts willing to fight for the sole right to cause pain and drink the blood of the losers.
"Bring it," Beliaz said.
The four demons attacked at once. They dragged him down quickly, throwing him to the ground before he could do more than superficial damage to any of them. He fought, kicking, punching, biting, and beating his thick, black wings against his foes. Eden appeared in his mind. His sweet, gentle angel. The one man who'd given him the chance to be who he wanted to be and now, he'd disappoint his lover and leave him behind.
* * * *
"You're still a demon," the angel said. "You still must die."
"I don't want to be a demon. I want to be human, but…"
"But you're a demon." The words said with such authority, the small whisper of hope the angel inspired began to flicker away.
"…it's so hard," Bel whispered, his physical struggle mirrored in his tone.
The angel's gaze dropped to what still demanded attention between Beliaz's legs. Beliaz laughed. It couldn't be hidden in his human form, but the angel, while acting so righteous, smelled of lust. At six feet tall with strong, wide shoulders funneling down to narrow hips, and powerful, thick thighs, Beliaz had a perfect mortal body. Combine muscles toned by demonic games with black, shaggy hair, deep violet eyes, and bow shaped lips, and he could charm with just a smile. Mortals anyway. The angel still kept the dagger between them.
Beliaz rose up on his knees and clasped his hands together. "Please, angel, show me how to be like these creatures you protect." As the words tumbled from his lips, Beliaz acknowledged a desire he'd buried so deep he'd forgotten he wanted it at all. Taken from his human mother at the age of ten, he craved the chance to go home every day. Years passed and he realized his desire was a weakness that would be preyed upon by his brethren if not buried deep within. He didn't know if he could put his demon side to rest the same way, but if anyone could
"Oh, no." The angel backed up. "I am not your plaything, demon. I'll cut it off." The angel gasped, offended by its own words. It shook its head and pointed the dagger at Beliaz.
Beliaz frowned. He released his hold on himself and held out a hand towards the beast. The angel stepped to the side keeping the dagger between them. Taking a deep breath, Beliaz focused on the angel and drove back his demon side. He hissed and his knees buckled as the tough leathery skin cracked away and his horns sank back into his body. His tail whipped around his hips and then with a sharp snap it vanished into the transformation, leaving behind nothing but a human man, kneeling on the rooftop without a stitch of clothing to hide a hard-on that, even in mortal form, still impressed.
"I'm…" Beliaz panted. The transformation drained him every time. "I'm not all demon."
* * * *
Beliaz slipped in the dark tunnel and fell forward, yanking him from his memories. No rocky surface broke his fall. Open air whistled past as he plummeted for a full minute before light reached his eyes. He snapped his wings free and caught an updraft of hot air, slowing his fall and giving him just enough buoyancy to glide towards solid ground. He landed with barely a stumble.
As his feet hit the ground, he spotted a whorl of a fading portal. He rushed forward, but stumbled and fell to one knee. The portal whooshed shut with a taunting pop two feet out of his reach. He cursed and gasped. Exhaustion swarmed over him, but he fought it; weakness summoned trouble in Hell better than a single bright light would gather moths on a warm summer night. No sooner had he reminded himself of this, than four cloven- hoofed demons stepped from the shadows, surrounding him.
Andaras laughed from somewhere to his right. He didn't bother to look for his father. He knew the demon wouldn't fight on his own. He had these four to do his dirty work, and he had more after that. Hell had an endless supply of grunts willing to fight for the sole right to cause pain and drink the blood of the losers.
"Bring it," Beliaz said.
The four demons attacked at once. They dragged him down quickly, throwing him to the ground before he could do more than superficial damage to any of them. He fought, kicking, punching, biting, and beating his thick, black wings against his foes. Eden appeared in his mind. His sweet, gentle angel. The one man who'd given him the chance to be who he wanted to be and now, he'd disappoint his lover and leave him behind.
* * * *
"You're still a demon," the angel said. "You still must die."
"I don't want to be a demon. I want to be human, but…"
"But you're a demon." The words said with such authority, the small whisper of hope the angel inspired began to flicker away.
"…it's so hard," Bel whispered, his physical struggle mirrored in his tone.
The angel's gaze dropped to what still demanded attention between Beliaz's legs. Beliaz laughed. It couldn't be hidden in his human form, but the angel, while acting so righteous, smelled of lust. At six feet tall with strong, wide shoulders funneling down to narrow hips, and powerful, thick thighs, Beliaz had a perfect mortal body. Combine muscles toned by demonic games with black, shaggy hair, deep violet eyes, and bow shaped lips, and he could charm with just a smile. Mortals anyway. The angel still kept the dagger between them.
Beliaz rose up on his knees and clasped his hands together. "Please, angel, show me how to be like these creatures you protect." As the words tumbled from his lips, Beliaz acknowledged a desire he'd buried so deep he'd forgotten he wanted it at all. Taken from his human mother at the age of ten, he craved the chance to go home every day. Years passed and he realized his desire was a weakness that would be preyed upon by his brethren if not buried deep within. He didn't know if he could put his demon side to rest the same way, but if anyone could
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