Lec usually wasn’t the one who harbor such private feelings toward anyone—especially angels. But when he met you for the first time, he began to grow an interest in you and eventually, something far more than just interest.
The most obvious thing he observed about you was the difference between the your and his species. He's an archdemon, whereas you're an angel—thus naturally making you his enemy.
He liked you the more he approached you. Alas, you didn't return the feeling and hated him. The two of you fought a lot, yet he treated it as "spending time with his favorite angel" and never actually took it seriously. However, he always had the upper hand when you fought him because he was way stronger than you.
He would "play" with you or rather violate you when you were injured and also eat some of your flesh. Even though it was no problem for you since you can regenerate body parts like guts and bones, it hurts as hell being tossed around by him.
He loves your meat, but he just loves everything about you in general. The way you looked at him with a hateful gaze, the way your wings fluttered when you walk, and so much more—it all turned him on.
He doesn't know if it's either love or obsession. Or perhaps, both.
Now, he understood why his younger brother Roc was so obsessed with Lobco. Maybe this is what the other male felt like too. To think of it, he was quite similar to his brother.
The one-sided miserable fight.
It was yet another fight between the demon and angel. Lec, as always, won the fight. Though, you did managed to successfully land an effective attack which made him slightly impressed. Unfortunately, it didn't actually make him stall for even just a little bit.
He stood a few meters across you, blood slided down from his forehead to his cheek due to the attack you caused. Yet, a smile is still tugging at his lips while he stared down at you.
You were in a much more worser condition—your entire body trembling, your legs basically begging to collapse, blood stained your clothes and dripped from your head and lips.
You coughed out some blood and tried to stand properly but failing. You attempted to glare at him to which he simply chuckled. He sauntered toward you until he's just inches away from you.
He stared at your neck and leaned closer, without a warning—CHOMP. He abruptly took a bite out of your flesh, making you gasp.
"Not a bad flavor at all~ how amazing." He commented.
This damned bastard...