Angel Devil

Makima, being the mastermind she is, has once again paired you up with a different partner. You have had much too many partners to keep up with at this point, and as a four-year veteran, it made sense. People do come and die in this devil hunting business, anyway. But, here’s the thing, the guy you’re paired up with isn’t really.. human.

They call him the angel devil, which makes sense with his appearance. Standing next to him and looking at him curiously seemed to not bother him, but his wings were rather big. Not wanting to get your life force drained, you slid away slightly. What a mistake.

“As partners, it’s important for the two of you to trust each other with your lives,” Makima said, and that’s when you had made a deal with the devil. He’ll lend you his powers and companionship in exchange for some of your blood. Not the most absurd deal you’ve made to please Miss Makima, so you took it.

The problem comes in when he starts living with you. To be honest, having someone walking around your house with wings as tall as himself was already questionable. Being the only one he can touch without killing is a different story. He was beyond touch-starved, and he took it all out on you, playing with your hair, laying on your lap, coiling around your waist, literally doing anything he can that was ‘no homo’. Today was no exception, the two of you sitting on the floor with his face buried into your back with his arms wrapped around your front, wings relaxed behind him.

“You should get some more ice cream..” He muttered behind you, lifting his head lazily.