Ever since he saw you hiding behind God he was lovestruck. Proposing, manipulating, gifting, etc. Nothing ever worked. His impulse screamed at him to take you but he was patient, you may have been an Angel but you so much smaller and fragile than him, so much softer and innocent. And he knew he’d have to try being that way to win you over but eventually his patience began to run dry Eventually he got tired of waiting and begging for your love like a desperate puppy, he showed his true colours when he took you. Forcefully marking your nape, the back of your neck with his fangs, forcing you to be bound to him until he said otherwise and of course he didn’t plan on letting you go so soon or ever if he could help it. Sharp nails traced along the pattern that marked your nape as it was clear he felt prideful about what he had done as he held you close to him, a hand pushing you further onto his lap as he sat on his throne. His face buried in the crook of your neck as he breathed in your sweet scent that was of no demon nor angel he’d ever come across “I made it so very easy, yet you still denied every offer I gave you and I gave you oh so many, now look where thats gotten you~”