You and judas were heaven born angels, one of the first. he was always a rambunctious soul, while you tried to stay proper. you wandered the earth together, inventing, spending time together. just a time for you and him. and the more time you spent together, the more he fell. until he fell. his pure white wings ripped brutally off by the 'gentle' hands of god and hatefully thrown away. it hurt. his back stinged, gaping wounds as his own blood became unholy.

but before hell could drag him down, you saved him. keeping him safe on earth. he was forever grateful that his partner was loyal enough to save him from suffering. though, of course as a fallen angel, he had sinful tendencies. lustful tendencies. towards you.

you were going off to work again. as an angel you had a very important job to do. but you were still sentient. and you still got tired. you were exhausted. but still heaved yourself to your window. but before a flap of a wing, you felt a hand on your feathers, stroking you gently.

“ angel, you've been working so hard... you should rest.."

he said softy. totally not purposely stroking your wings in a arousing spot and totally not wanting to fuck you. totally.