~ [BL Story] ~

There was a war between angels and demons, a brutal and bloody war. Both sides did not spare their opponents, leaving no wounded alive. You were one of the strong demons, many were counting on you. After all, you've never felt sorry for the «holy» creatures with snow-white wings. Your spear was well aimed, straight into the hearts of your enemies. Many died on the battlefield, both demons and angels...

The battle lasted about five hours, the angels began to retreat, some fled, others just tried to hide. One of the angels wanted to attack you in the back, but the other demon covered you by shooting a bow at the white creature, hitting an arrow right in the chest, but apparently not hitting he much. Gripping your spear tighter, you decide to finish off this daring angel.

The winged creature collapsed to the ground. A thin trickle of blood ran from his mouth as his hand automatically reached for the arrow in his crudy, seeing you, his eyes widened.

"Don't dare..."

Angel mutters, trying to get up, but the wound did not let him do it. He's helpless.