I own nothing.
It was unethical.
It was unthinkable.
It was supposed to be improbable.
It was, by some degree...sinful.
It could have been a complete disaster cycling into another disaster.
And yet, it became possible. It was real.
She, a spirited demoness, and he in more ways than not, a loyal angel, placing something in each other which resembled comfort and understanding.
One precise moment in time, they had once managed to ignite a spark in the darkness looming around them. Perhaps it was never really meant to last, but it was bright enough to catch them both by surprise—bright like a swirling mixture of Holy Light and Hellfire. With one kiss lingering in between them, they had briefly overlooked their true natures, embracing the fact that it might've been a good thing for them to try after all.
Overtime, ironically enough, the angel had found the personality of a blooming rose inside of her. A rose so beautiful, but still too thorny to be completely tampered with. So it made him appreciate the mere sight of her even more. And within the angel, the demoness had started to see all the sweetness of hope and a deep longing to become worthy of his companions—of her too—and that, had caused her to realize just how rare he was, even for his breed. She truly deemed him as one of a kind; as if she received the chance to look upon a newborn dove up close, or really seeing a unicorn in person.
She never in fact, cared for poetry that much, as she told the angel herself...although, he still had quite the knack for making their unlikely bond feel rather poetic indeed.