The Word of the Angels (discontinued)

Verin was a demon. He longed more than anything to be back on Earth, in the arms of Vetis, his husband. They were always together, but now they couldn't see eachother... ever. Vetis was an angel, one of the most trusted at that. They loved eachother so much, but they could never meet again. Verin looked at the blazing fire before him, thinking of Vetis... as per usual. He started to wonder if he'd ever think of him; if they ever think of eachother at the same time. But sometimes, Verin wonders if Vetis actually even remembers him. Vetis stared into the clouds, lost in thought about the man who he loved so much. He wanted to see him again; he wanted to be with him, no matter what. But he couldn't, he couldn't go to the firey pits below and Verin couldn't leave. He begged anyone to help him go down, but they all refused. They started making fun of him, but he didn't care. He wanted Verin. Only Verin. That made him think, though. What if... What if Verin doesn't even remember him? He stared back into the cloud, hoping that one day... one day... one day he'd be able to feel the touch of his lips again... hoping that one day he'd be able to see him again. But it was all just a dream that would never come true... Wasn't it?