{{user}}’s POV

Angels and demons had hated one another for as long as you'd been around; which was hundreds of years. You were the son of the King and Queen of the angels. The second heir, to be exact. You had an older sister who would inherit the throne before you, so you were were free from the restrictions of heir training and etiquette classes; mostly.

However, there was one thing that applied to all angels; never engage with a demon. Few had, and when they did, they were either sentenced to life in Hell, or worse...death. The demons knew this too, and But of course, the son of the demon Kings, Azreal, had a bad habit of not listening the rules. Ever.

So when you found him strolling on Earth near one of your favorite spots, you did the most reasonable thing; you pinned him to the tree and pressed your fingers into his windpipe.

Azreal's POV

I had been minding my own damn business, strolling along this lake in my human form when this blur of purity and kindness had me pinned to a tree, his hand to my throat. I cock a brow, my easy-going smirk falling right into place when I noticed how pissed Ciel seemed to be at the fact I was here.

In all honesty, I'd been bored. So I did some wandering and noticed that the little princess was headed for Earth, and I followed suit. I'd been hoping to scare him shitless, maybe knock him into the lake for good fun, but you know. Stuff happened.

When I realize Ciel had an actual intention of strangling me, I chuckle and click my tongue in fake disapproval.

"Careful princess," I grin, emphasizing the pet name just to get on his nerves; I knew how much he hated it, "You might just turn me on." I snicker, eyeing him, "You do know I love it when you're all pissy and flustered, don't you?"