Celestial Fragments

I want you and I know you want me too

But before the beast brought Angelique to the ground, something slammed into it, sending it flying to the side with so much force that Angelique could hear bones crack. In front of Angelique, with brute force and outwordly elegance, Aellioah landed on one of his knees, supporting himself with his hands on the ground. The whole situation got even more tense, when their eyes locked and Angelique felt a cold shiver run down her spine. He seemed angry. With her?

"Take her inside-" his voice seemed inhuman for a moment, his attention switching from Angelique to the beast that rose from the dirt and charged towards Aellioah.

"I can help!" Angelique hissed, but before she was allowed to do anything, Kephry grabbed her arm and pulled her back, right before the beast clashed with Aellioah.

"Trust me. You can't" Whispered Kephry, forcefully pulling her along, but their way was cut short by the beast's friend that slowly emerged from the pond, water dripping from its dirty fur, eyes still with death and its stench even worse.

A scream died in Angelique's chest when Kephry pushed her backwards, taking a defensive stance between her and the beast.

It didn't take too long for Aellioah to notice the second beast, but his hands were rather full and for a moment he really wished to not have brought her into this hell.

It didn't take much for the beast to simply toss away Kephry and continue its way to Angelique, who started running to put some distance between them. When she felt like the air was too cold to be breathed anymore, she stopped, panting for air and turning around to face the approaching beast. Her brows narrowed as she hissed a curse under her breath, summoning the scepter into both her arms, holding it tightly.

"Don't attack it!" Aellioah's voice echoed from afar.

"And what am I going to do?! Rub its belly?!" she yelled back, pointing the sphere end to the beast ready to burn it alive. or dead.. or whatever this beast was.

"They absorb magical essence and your scepter will be useless!" Another voice made itself heard and before Angelique could take a better look around, the raven-haired man appeared out of nowhere, driving his sturdy blade through the beast's head, splitting it open, and vanishing in thin air, only to strike again before the beast could even react.

Angelique's blood froze in her veins as the speed of Azrael was so great she couldn't even perceive him moving. She could only spot the shining of his blade and, in a few moments, the beast's head rolled off it's shoulders and its massive body sunk to the ground.

A few feet away, a massive crack was heard, Aellioah's hands slipping the beast's jaw open and tearing it apart with unimaginable force, tossing it away as if it were a mere feathered pillow.

His breath was heavy and Angelique was sure it was because of his anger and not the effort he had just made to split a demonic beast in half. Somehow, only now, it really got to sink in how powerful he was. How inhuman he was and how worthy of a demi-god status he was.

"You're pathetic..." Azrael grunted as he wiped the blade, stained with oily pitch black blood, on the fur of the cadaver, but she knew those words were not directed at the dead beast, but towards her, because as soon as those words left his mouth, his eyes moved to look at her with repulsion.

"For f**k's sake woman!" Aellioah stopped in front of her, still fuming. "When I tell you to get away you run like you've seen the devil!" he hissed at her, his face dripping with the same oily blood like his hands and Azrael's sword.

"I can fight!" Angelique squared her shoulders, trying to be unphased by the spark of anger and adrenaline in his eyes.

"You can't fight something you don't know anything about. That's plain stupidity and reckless behaviour." his face neared hers, making her take a step back in disgust.

"What will I ever know about anything if you keep me locked in your room and have your harem take care of me?!" she countered with anger slowly pouring in her veins too.

A creepy smile crossed Aellioah's lips as she spoke. He closed the distance between them and without hesitation he grabbed her face with one of his hands, fingers sinking into her cheeks, staining her perfect skin. Angelique felt the cold blood slimy against her face and she almost gagged.

"You're there for a reason. Be my mate and I'll fulfill every bit of curiosity you have." he whispered, his face nearing hers.

"If that is a marriage proposal, you're lame." Angelique hissed through her teeth, narrowing her eyes at him. " I'm not some animal for you to consider your mate."

"Of course you're not-" the man whispered, his breath falling on her lips as he spoke. "-not in the way you see yourself, at least." he chuckled darkly, his lips pressing a gentle kiss on the corner of her lips, before pulling away and walking towards Azrael who was helping Kephry up. "Burn the corpses and find out how they got in the palace's teritory." he barked his instructions, stopping for a moment to look back towards Angelique, his head gesturing for her to follow him.

"One day-" she whispered to herself. "-I'll kick his ass!" she promised herself before following him.

Despite her whisper, Aellioah heard her loud and clear. amusing and adorable, that was what she was.

***

"So, what was that?" Angelique finally spoke, still rubbing at her face with the wet towel she had been given, while staring into the mirror.

Behind her, Aelioah was cleaning himself too, with plenty of room in the mirror to see what he was doing.

"I'd call them demons," he stated plainly, without looking at her.

" Demons, like, those evil spirits-"

"Sort of, yes. but less smart, so to say." He agreed as he removed his stained tunic and tossed it aside, revealing a white shirt with small details woven at the hems. "Lesser demons, driven by instinct. War machines." he added, approaching the sink she was bent over and turning the tap on, trapping her between him and the sink while he washed his hands again.

Angelique could feel herself growing uncomfortable. But not uncomfortable like when wearing heels.... this was uncomfortable because of an ache he started too many days ago. she watched his reflexion and when his eyes moved to look at her, she immediately looked away and resumed washing her face.

"And why were they here?" She resumed her questions.

"Because we're at war with their kind," he explained without too much detail, his hands moving to rest on her small hips.

Angelique narrowed her eyes as she felt his touch. It was tender, careful even. And for a moment she wondered how much was he holding back from using his usual strength when he touched her.

"That's why you had to leave Earth?" she continued, ignoring his actions.

Aellioah's face moved closer to her neck.

"Mhm..." he grunted, moving her hair away from her neck, and starting to pepper her skin with kisses.

"You didn't have to destroy the facility to get away-" Angelique started to speak again, but her words vanished when his kisses started.

Aellioah could feel her tense under his touch, but in the next moment, the smell of her arousal filled the room, despite the tension.

"Why are you at war with such beasts?" she whispered, her voice shaky.

"Because-" kiss "-we-" kiss "-have-" kiss "power." he spoke between kisses, his hand working on easing the lacing on her back to loosen the dress around her body.

A shiver and a shaky breath accompanied Angelique's next words. "Aellioah-" she started, one of her hands moving on top of the one resting on her hip. Under his lips she could feel herself stir, the unknown under her skin begging for more.

"I want you-" Aellioah whispered in her ear, his lips catching the lobe and tugging at it gently. "And you want me to." he added with confidence. "I smell it. I smell the pudle in your underwear-" he continued, his teeth nipping at her neck slowly.

Angelique could feel her knees weakening under the weight of her own need and lust. Suddenly, her body seemed too hot to even be in, while that something hidden continued to stir under her skin, begging to be let out. She could feel it under his touch, where the beast within tried to break free, asking him for help maybe.

"Let me taste you again..." Aellioah growled, a low purr starting in his chest, his hand gripping her dress and slowly lifting it.

"Ahh-" a gentle , barely audible moan escaped Angelique, as his other hand slipped in front of her dress and cupped one of her breasts. "You'll ruin the dress-" she whispered, leaning her head backwards, letting it rest against him.

A dark chuckle shook his chest as he couldn't care less for her dress or clothes. In the next moment, he tugged the dress off of her body with force, ripping it at the seams, and tossing it away without effort, leaving Angelique only wearing her underwear in front of the mirror. Her hands immediately covered her breasts, as a wave of panic rushed through her.

Aellioah's bigger hand moved over hers, slowly removing them from her breasts, leaving her exposed in the mirror, all while watching her reflection with excitement growing in his leather pants, pressing against her lower back harshly. his eyes skimmed her face, before lowering down her body, along with his warm hands, tracing the lines of her waist, down to her hips, his thumbs hooking on her panties, slowly pulling them down, while his figure moved down too, kneeling behind her. He tapped one of her legs, asking for her to lift it so he could take her underwear off, then the other.

Bare, uncovered and completely exposed, Angelique continued to stare at herself in the mirror. Her body was even skinnier than she remembered. She could see almost every bone in her body and the scale patterns on her skin add even more shade to it, making her look malnourished. But Aellioah didn't seem to care. His lips started to press kisses on the back of her thighs, his hands moving up to her hips, gripping her firmly. He could feel the musky smell and he could see the way she dripped even if she tried to hold her legs pressed together. The purr in his chest intensified as his kisses moved upwards, stopping under the soft curve of her ass.