An angel, trapped beneath a mangled canopy, ran clumsily through dead, gnarly trees. He wrenched himself from their branches' reaching grasps each time barely escaping their clutches. Roots and twigs nicked his feet while every stumble bruised his knees. His legs were growing heavier from the unending exertion; the increasing fatigue sending powerful waves of panic into his chest. With every slowing step, his heart beat infinitesimally harder in anxiety. If he couldn't keep up until he found a break in the trees, he would be caught. There was no way that he could spread his wings far enough to be able to launch from the ground. They would become as disfigured as the forest around him and wouldn't be able to take him far enough away.

An easy distance back, the angel's pursuer bounded effortlessly over the rough, rolling terrain slipping silently through the trees. He was darkness incarnate melting between the already saturated shadows. His aggressive form contrasted monstrously with his feeble prey's and instead of panic, he was feeling the brisk sharpness of adrenaline pumping through his veins. The predator couldn't quite manage to feel remorse at the terror he was inducing. He wanted his little catch to be completely aware of what was hunting him, of what was going to consume him.

Knowing these woods better than his own home, the predator knew that an opening of escape was about to present itself to his quarry. He was going to have to take away the little angel's ability to fly if he wanted to keep the bloodshed to a minimum...unwanted bloodshed of course. Figuring that if he sent the poor thing into shock he wouldn't be able to escape, the predator let out a menacing growl that rumbled through the blackness of the forest echoing out of the emptiness. His aura lashed out as well, physically caressing the angel's purity, his pristine body slowly being sullied by the filthy forest floor. The small taste that returned to the predator's senses left his baser instincts howling and kicked his legs into a higher gear.

The angel, all the while, let out a short scream as his own senses were being molested by the hunter. His heart sped up painfully, his lungs caught fire. His movements became wild and frantic as the tendrils of a sentient energy ran invisible fingers over his skin. They reminded the poor angel that he was running because the monster behind him was letting him. He had already been caught and was merely being allowed to give chase.

The stinging beginning of tears began to irritate the back of the angel's eyes as a strange mix of sorrow, resignation, and frustration flooded his system. The complex concoction of emotions swirling inside of him nearly let him forget the eminent danger stalking behind him, but he was thrust straight back into reality when he suddenly broke the treeline, and he was somehow ground to a halt tumbling onto the grass below.

The last trip did actually have the predator thinking twice. The innocent confusion that scrunched his angel's face was almost enough to make him feel pity. Almost. Pausing in the shadows at the edge of the glen, the hunter watched his prey still in a sprawled out position. The angel looked near transformed in the noir-light drenched meadow. His entire form was highlighted by the silver glow. Most impressively were his wings. Each feather spilled into the next as they fluttered giving away the angel's nervous state. His equally silver hair swayed back and forth as his head whipped to all directions trying to locate his assailant. With each turn, the predator was also able to see how the light caught the enthralling amythest of the angel's eyes. The uniqueness of the stormy color stroked the hunter's ego. This world may just be kind, he thought, if it was willing to give me such a priceless mate.

The angel was getting dangerously close to falling completely into autopilot and letting his wings take him wherever they pleased. While wherever he ended up looked peaceful, and maybe even ethereal, there was a darkness here. A darkness that was lurking just behind the trees patiently awaiting its opening to strike.

"I must admit, little one, you can be nothing less than the personification of the divine. Even the Lord on High must covet your beauty."

The angel flinched and then turned wildly trying to pinpoint where the most treacherous voice he had ever heard vibrated through the meadow. For him, it was the personification of peril. The words felt as if they had been formed by the gentlest meetings of lips and tongue. The sounds had to have been transformed from spice and honey. The greeting was a sensuous display of this demon's hellish abilities to ensnare even the holiest of creatures. The angel shivered in fear...and something else.

"Come now, sweet thing, you mustn't dirty yourself any further. Lie down and put yourself at ease. No harm shall come to you if you choose not to run." Another chill slid down the angel's spine. No harm, indeed, he thought, This beast will do far worse if I stay.

"Why do you hunt me so persistently, demon? Surely, you know the penalty for murdering one of the Father's most perfect creations!" The demon paused unknowingly as the angel's voice rang through the air. Its tone had the clear, sweetness of a bell, but he spoke so...strangely… How was it that within such unremarkable words, the demon could hear a marvelous, nay, glorious chorus of the seraphim now denied to him for the better part of five thousand years. He braced himself on a twisting trunk to recollect his state of mind.

"Murder?" The rich voice asked incredulously, "My dear, seraphim, I have no such intentions as crude and vile as that. No, for you I have a much more...satisfying purpose." The angel nearly cowered as the demon's tone went from deceivingly soothing to blatantly sensual in a mere handful of words. Dear Father, his thoughts grew desperate, What am I being left to endure?

A shiver of delight rippled the demon's flesh as he smelled the angel's fear spike delectably at his reply. He found himself now standing behind the fallen angel as he circled the glenn to better assess his captive. No matter the angle, the silver form was a masterpiece of marble and alabaster. It was entirely paradoxical, his appearance. The young seraphim could have been mistaken for a greek sculpture had his being not also been made of molten silver. Lord, the demon was aching to have the beauty beneath him. What could he possibly feel like, a creature of Heaven, to a creature of Hell? Would the demon even be able to touch him? Would he be thwarted by a holy barrier? -or would he fall right through him, like a lowly human encountering a ghost?

The angel's disheveled state suggested otherwise. His feet were marred by dirt and vivid scratches. His snowy robes were torn and tattered merely draped over his scantily clad body. The green grass beneath him held evidence of his restless hands pressing into the ground and then his eyes...those eyes were a living complexity of motion and color. No eyes intangible could appear so bottomless, so wild. His innocence was a physical radiance that challenged Artemis herself as she climbed the night sky. Oh God, how he wanted.

"Tell me your name." The demon demanded. Some of the coyness had been curbed from his voice and now a dark… hunger threaded through the deep tone. The angel tensed at the near imperceptible change.

"What use is it for your meal to have a name, demon?" He asked fiercely, his tone a little more venomous.

"Meal?" The angel whirled to his left and fell to his elbows in shock. In a sounding sigh all the air was stolen from his lungs as the demon finally came into view. His voice had lost its echo, the sounds almost muted by his stationary location instead of being allowed to dance around him.

"My darling dove, just what do you think I intend to do with you?" The angel noticeably flinched at the teasing tone; dread and wariness clouding his violet hues. He forced himself into a more erect position despite his lengthy legs being tucked to his side.

"What any demon intends -to consume me in order to gain more power in this plane. You have already become strong enough to break your Hellbonds, so it is quite clear you are familiar with such vulgarity."

The demon's face twisted into a vicious smile. Nonetheless, the angel was particularly aware of how horrifically handsome the Hellion was. The shades of Hades were dripping from his physical countenance slyly heating the angel's veins. Wood stoked fire came to mind as the angel took in all the colors hidden in the demon's lengthy tresses. They were warm and woodsy, so many coppers and scarlets flickered within the strands with each tousle of movement. His skin was flawless, but so deathly pale beneath the ebony coat he wore. And then his eyes, Dear Michael, his eyes. The flames of Hell were roaring within those multi-colored irises. The spheres glimmered with temptation and, damn the angel, if he wasn't falling into their chasms.

"Oh, yes love, I do intend to consume you, but not for sustenance, no. That would be wasteful. I venture to revel in your innocence for centuries to come, little one. I will chain you to me as indefinitely as the Chains of Gehenna bind me. You shall be my soul's companion until the day your Lord turns on his promises. You shall walk beside me as this world falls into pitiless chaos while time leaves us untouched. You shall be mine, little one." With each outrageous declaration the demon sauntered closer to the frozen angel. His wings twitched and fluttered in agitation trying to will their master into taking flight, but he could not. He was transfixed, he was hypnotized, he was ensnared. The sense of incredulity within the angel was causing his thoughts to scatter helplessly, scrambling to make sense of the demon's words.

Be his? His mind asked over and over and over, How am I to be his?

"You dare to make a slave out of an angel? You vile, insolent, wen-"

The angel nearly fell onto his back when the demon lunged towards him blurring from his vision and then snapping back into a terrifying clarity mere inches from his face.

"Be careful how you address me in this state, seraphim, for I am not a patient nor kind creature, and you will be handled how I see fit!" A second's pause and then the demon's face smoothed out in minute fractions. His scowl eased, the crease between his eyebrows became less severe, but his skin was pulled tight over his skull bringing skeletal hollows into sharp relief around his unearthly features.

"I have no wish to harm you needlessly. I would much rather have you...pliant." The angel's breath hitched as the demon's mood changed once again from seemingly livid to lecherous. He suddenly had a sickening feeling hollow out his gut. In a shaky whisper, much to the angel's dismay, he continued to question the demon.

"What is it that you want with me?" The demon's face softened in an unprecedented display of amusement.

"Is it not obvious? I want you, little one." The angel froze. His thoughts were a tangled mess as the admission stumbled through his mind. His expression scrunched adorably in confusion. His innocent lack of understanding taking over his desire to maintain some kind of composure.

"I don't understand…" The silverette said before he realized that he was no longer trying to fight off the demon.

A smaller, but no less wicked smile slipped back onto the brunet's face. He began to shift, undulating around the angel like the snake he was, wrapping his limbs covertly around his prey. The angel's anxiety returned full force after the strange moment of calm, he braced his hands against the demon's chest. He truly had the intention to violently push the demon away, but he was instantaneously mesmerized by the strong heartbeat that was suddenly pounding through his palms. The demon watched him in interest wondering what caught the angel off guard.

Meanwhile the angel was falling prisoner to that heartbeat. He felt the reverberation of it like he had his hand to a drum carrying the vibrations from his palm, up his arm, to his chest forcing his own heart to match. The demon took the opportunity to pull the transfixed angel's chin towards him. Staring deeply into those crystalline eyes, the demon let every intention he had pass through their gaze before their lips came together in a firestorm of sensation: their synchronized hearts now beating for the other.

The angel had one last thought before utter madness usurped his mind, body, and soul…

God forgive me...