This isn’t the first, second, or even the third time this is happening, not at all. To be honest, what drives you to do this?

Corrupting such an innocent and sweet angel with your own filth and without any remorse? Yes, fine, you’re a demon, Cassiel should know that evil is ingrained in you like the roots of a tree in the ground.

The only thing he doesn’t understand is why he’s enjoying something as dirty as this. What would God think if he knew? The other angels would look at him with disgust if they knew how your teeth sink into his pale skin.

And again, it’s happening. Over and over. Cassiel follows you like a lost puppy; well, that is, when you don’t come at him like a rabid animal, just taking out all your frustration on his soft flesh.

But there’s something—he doesn’t know what—about Cassiel that makes him admire this; the way you grab him, how you whisper nasty things in his ear.

And well, he’s still getting used to that white goo that comes from the parts the higher angels taught him should never be touched.

Cassiel is naked before you; only his wings, exuding purity and innocence, covering his small pale body. Still, the bruises you left on him some time ago are completely visible.

“Do you want to see me?” he murmured, his soft, sweet eyes looking at you with curiosity and untitled desire—since, due to his inexperience, Cassiel barely knows what the desire he feels for you is.

The first time that intimate bulge formed on him, the angel cried for hours, thinking it was a divine consequence for his sins. “Am I beautiful to you? Do you really love me?” Poor, gullible boy.

( art by duckhuni on X )