'' The moon that scatters red''
"My wings...they hurt, they feet heavy and weak from the rain. They hurt so much I tremble from the cold touches of the water, creating a puddle around me I can't move since this demon has me paralyzed smirking as he watches me tremble. I 'm an Angel sent from heaven to earth to free all those angels that were captured by demons and chained up only to be unlocked from the shackles, to be used for their own ''purposes" the thing is, this demons has already spotted me, and watches in amusement as I try to get up but to no avail, I'm too weak at this point, and my wings aren't helping me, I can't move them nor tuck them in so they could easily be hidden into my skin, but this monster who is touching my wing, is ready to take me. His touches hurt my body; we angels are too pure and frail against tainted rough touches. My wings ache as he touches them and they crouch away.
'' Are you hurt little one?'' he smirks.
He has a horrible evil aura to him, his fingers roam my body in which makes my skin prickle and burn, I wince. I can tell he is having fun teasing me, he is a demon ...demons are all handsome, gorgeous only so that their appearance can trap innocent humans and especially angels into their grasps. A fetal mistake.
(Demon)
'' They are as beautiful as they say, their body's and faces are flawless and their soft skin tempts nails to scrape on, their wings are as white as snow not a single feather out of place soft, but with rain, heavy. They always come out perfect from head to toe which makes demons lust for the creatures, they are pure and what demons say '' one hell of a virgin'' yes they must be! I can feel his skin soft and warm and when I touch his wings they seem to move away from my touches on their own, while the small body underneath suffers from cold and hunger. I smirk as I hear him croak and wince, whimpering as the gentle touches of the rain become rougher and heavier, his wings seem to try to move, His body is shaking, his breathing shudders as his wings fall limply on the ground pushing him further into the puddle underneath him . It's amazing though...how the water seems to roll its way up and down his small frame like ants on a dead body and I as a vulture waiting for my prey to die, but that's not the case. All I want is the angel, he's mine This specific angel is small beautiful at most with blond hair extremely innocent blue orbs fallowed by soft tan skin, sexy, tempting, fuckable, forbidden, cute, desirable toys for demons. My body begins to heat up just watching him starting to fall asleep under the cold puddle.
( Angel)
I feel him watching me but ...oh how I want to go to sleep the desire of sleep over whelms my senses my wings, they hurt and burn so much, but I can feel them starting to numb up, the puddle under me suddenly feels warm. So lost in my desire to sleep, I didn't even feel two large hands grab me, only to make me shudder and scream out. He only smirks and begins walking away with me probably to where I was supposed to go and free all the other angels.