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Chapter 3
Kneeling before her fallen brother, she waited for him to acknowledge her.
"My lovely Akaiko," his deep, velvety, and seductive voice called, echoing beautifully in the hall of his throne, startling her. He knew her name?
"Y-Your H-H-Highness," she stuttered nervously, her head still hung in respect.
"Look at me when you speak to me, child," he ordered, but not unkindly. Instantly she obeyed, her head snapping up to see her fallen brother face to face, shivering at the allure he possessed. He was still as beautiful as he had been in Heaven, only now his beauty was dangerous and sinful, silently charming the unsuspecting to him and all that he represented. It was no wonder that Eve had fallen victim to this dangerous attraction, his flawless, handsome self so possessed. It was a dark desire one wanted to willingly fall to and obey, and even now, that silky tongue that had only called her name in simple affection lured her into his grasp.
Much like this love that quickened in her heart.
"Your H-Highness, I have a favor to a-ask of you," the small angel began, licking her dry lips. "There...there is this mortal that has captured my heart, but he is promised to another. But...but I want him. I want him for myself!"
Lucifer's rich laughter echoed along the hall, startling her, the rich sound mocking her. "And again the mortals take another angel from Heaven above."
"...Yes," she whispered.
"Beautifully tainted creatures they are. It seems that your Father's wishes are coming true," the Devil mocked darkly, the hatred created by his resentment shadowing that handsome face. "My child, you will need to sacrifice something to me, something precious. Something worth my trouble."
"What...what would that be?" came the timid question.
"Your immortality, that pure platonic soul that now trembles in you in want, and those wings, pure and white, that claim you an Angel of your Lord. You must become mortal to be with another mortal, romantic and not platonic, impure instead of pure, Akaiko. You must also, however, turn your back on Heaven as well. Earth must be your home, and all that you are as a mortal will belong to me. He will love you, this mortal man you so love, and only you. But..."
"I'll give them to you!" she cried, her mind pushing everything else out. All that mattered was that Mikuo would be hers.
"So readily you give up these precious things and commit the biggest and most unforgivable sin of all, and turn your back on your Lord and your Brothers and your home that is Paradise?"
"Yes," she whispered feverishly. "I want him. I want him so much that it hurts. I've already kissed him, already accepted these impure emotions not welcomed in the floors of His home. My wings don't matter. This soul of mine doesn't matter. Please...please, I want Mikuo!"
"Very well," Lucifer purred, dark amusement glittering in his dark eyes. His pale hand rose and, as soon as it pointed at her, she felt the pain of her tearing wings begin.
All that could be heard were the blood curdling screams and the sickening sound of ripping flesh echo like a demented chorus in the hallways of Hell.
Let the Lord's wish be granted.
A/N: EDIT.
Holy shit. I just realized I fucked up and skipped a chapter.
I'm so sorry.
So here's the missing chapter, and now the rest of the chapters will keep going in their proper chronological order.