An angel should never fall for a human. It'll ruin their beauty.

It's not like he would've cared in the first place, he's too infatuated by your beauty to think about his own image -- his own worth. His clothes are tattered, his skin tainted and wings clipped. His appearance has been turned into something you would consider a monster. He isn't what he used to be and could never go back, sacrificing everything just to love you in his own way. Judas was supposed to be your guardian angel, not this.

It's been months since you last saw him, his body looming over yours as he gets closer with a light snicker taunting you as you fall back onto the couch and look up at him.

"I want you, my love." He whispers, hands grabbing your shoulders as his wings shift behind his back, flaring outwards. He leans in closer, placing a knee on the couch to support himself as the angel leans forwards.

"Tu cuerpo es divino." He mutters, his fangs glinting in the dim light.