A bit short, but this is the original opening... I just posted the other part a bit ahead of myself. Anyhow, there's one more section written that I need t type out... But that doesn't mean I'll be done when I do that! This is going to be a fun story; you guys will like it. Angst, romance, slash and angel smut! Will Micah fall for Belial? Literally!
"Michael, oh sweet and powerful lion, for what do you make of yourself a lamb as foolish as Raphael? Your fire is great, and how well you would be received if you should follow me," Belial purred in the Seraph's ear.
Michael turned away, scowling. "Go, Belial. You know better than any how I am tempered – I will not stay my hand from you for long, no matter the past."
Belial smirked, wrapping his arms around Michael and kissing him delicately at the base of his ear, his hot, tempting hand driving the fiery angel wild.
"My wrathful Micah… Oh Micah, hold not your hand from me but on me…"
Michael thrust Belial away, shaking. "No, Belial." His voice was sharp.
"Michael, we are free below! There is no hiding – you can be as wrathful as you like! You could be so great, and we-"
"There IS NO we!" Michael yelled, flinging Belial aside.
Belial chuckled, rising and dusting himself off carelessly, as Michael glared, as scarlet as his ragged hair. "That's my Micah…"
"I'm not your Micah," Michael growled.
Belial chuckled again. "No… But you were" he remarked, brushing the only scar on Michael's body aside from the great black marks where once glorious wings had been torn away – a faint slash at his left hip, left by Belial. Michael stood stock still, drawing a shaky breath as Belial continued, "And you will be."
Michael cried out faintly as Belial drew an unnaturally sharp, long nail over Michael's right hip, leaving a matching scar. Yet he stood, hopelessly transfixed.
"And one day, I will claim what is mine," Belial concluded with a grin, grasping Michael's face in both hands and dominating him with a kiss.
Belial disappeared and Michael sank to his knees, panting, swallowing heavily. Maybe Belial was right… Maybe… Maybe he should give in. His wrath would not draw admonishment in Hell, perhaps even praise, and he and Belial…
Michael looked up, hearing a bird's call, and a falcon came to him – the bird carried a message. Michael read it, and crumpled it angrily, burning it till not even ash remained. Belial.
"Go!" he commanded the falcon, yet it would not leave. Michael heaved a sigh and accepted his new consort, Belial's faithful pet, Belial's watchful eye on his wrathful Micah…
