The Demon was…impressed by the Angel, if nothing else. He had never met someone so intent and determined to catch him.
Kiran had taken a break up surface-side, simply strolling along some pier as though he didn’t have a pile of paperwork due too soon. He hadn’t expected almost diving into the surf to avoid a Holy Sword. He turned back and was pleasantly surprised by the familiar face that greeted him.
It was the same Angel, beautiful blond hair and sparkling eyes narrowed in distaste, that had attacked him a week before. He laughed out loud as he hopped back onto more solid ground.
“Back for more, eh? Couldn’t get enough of me.”
The Angel almost growled as he called his Sword back to him. He launched himself at the demon, slashing at what had become free air.
“Can I at least get your name, if you’re gonna stick around?” Kiran leaned against a lamppost, his smirk growing at the same rate as the Angel’s anger.
“You will not disgrace my name, Demon!” The Angel’s voice was honey to Kiran’s ears.
He sighed, moving leisurely as though there wasn’t a pissed off Angel after him with a very pointy Sword. “Fine then. I’ll call you Finn.”
That made the Angel pause, cocking his head. “Finn? Why Finn?”
Kiran grinned and used that moment to work some of his own magic. He had the Angel wrapped in scarlet strings in less than a second. “Means blondie, cutie.”
The Angel groaned and struggled as Kiran approached, but didn’t take his heated gaze from the other supernatural being. After a few moments, Kiran chuckled.
“This has been so much fun, Finn, but I have paperwork to get to. See you later.”
And after a large gust of wind that was a little too warm to be normal, the Demon was gone. The Angel grumbled and waited for the enchanted strings to release him.
Kiran and the Angel he called Finn had found and fought each other many times after that. They seemed to get along, their attempts to capture the other becoming more playful than painful. There was often banter that left each of them feeling more than they had felt before.
“If you want me,” The Angel had panted once, “come and get me.”
Kiran had paused, chuckling and giving the Angel sultry eyes. “Want you in which way, Finn? Don’t get me wrong, both involve ropes, but it’s an important distinction to make beforehand, don’t you think?”
The Angel’s cheeks flushed, and he had flown off soon after that, leaving a few blindingly white feathers floating in the air.
They had grown fond of each other, though neither of them would admit it. The Angel soon waited for the times where he could go out and find the demon, and Kiran started to walk around surface-side to try to spot the Angel.
Imagine Kiran’s surprise that, almost six months after the Angel and he had started their lively and lovely affair, the Angel had appeared in Hell.
Kiran had been caught slacking off one too many times and was punished by being made to watch The Crash Site. There wasn’t ever much to do there, other than keep away some young hooligans and direct the rare Angelic messenger.
It had been a few hours into his shift when he saw a blinding flash of light appear at the Site before flickering out. After uncovering his eyes, Kiran’s breath caught in his throat.
There laid his Angel, his Finn, on the scorched ground. He was bloodied and bruised, whip marks and large bruises decorating him. His once-white wings had been ripped at and torn in several places, and Kiran could even see burn marks on his arms.
Kiran ran to him, trying not to panic. “Finn? Angel? Oh please tell me you’re alive.”
The Angel shifted, groaning and coughing. “Help...me. Please.” His voice was so weak and it made the Demon’s heart clench.
He summoned the Medic team, watching as they went to work trying to patch up some of the worst injuries. Once the Angel was somewhat stabilized, the Medics opened a portal and transported them all to the Medical Wing of the King’s castle.
Kiran attempted to hover around his Angel as much as possible, tucking himself close to the unconscious being. He hadn’t even noticed the Demon behind him until he spoke up.
“Kiran?” The younger demon whipped around, wings popping out protectively. The King held out his hands in a non-violent gesture. “We need to talk, and you need to let the Medics work.”
Kiran’s ears pinned back, feeling as if leaving Finn alone was the last thing he should do. The King reassured him that the Angel would be cared for here, and he could go right back to his side after their talk.
Kiran followed the King out to the hallway, where they stopped.
“Do you truly care for him, Kiran?” The King questioned right away. “Feel as if there’s a pull, tied by a string?”
The Demon nodded without hesitation, adding “There’s something about him, sir. I want to be with him, no matter the cost.”
The King hummed thoughtfully before placing a hand on the Demon’s shoulder. “Then do so. It won’t be easy, and you’ll have to let him adjust to life here, but it should work out.”
That made Kiran stop. “‘Life here’? Was he...did he Fall?”
The King nodded sadly. “He was pushed, Kiran. And tortured a fair amount beforehand, I’m sure. The Holy Ones don’t take kindly to Angels having feelings for Demons.”
“Feelings? For me?”
The King smiled. “Don’t rush into things, Kiran. Let him come to you.”
The Demon nodded thankfully before heading back into the Medical Wing.
Finn lay there still, now bandaged, stitched, and free from the crowd of Medics. At least he was less bloody and more stable. Now, Kiran knew, they played the waiting game.
It was over a day before the Angel woke up. Kiran hadn’t left his side since then, getting special permission to stay while still doing paperwork. He had been humming a livelier tune when he heard a whimper.
He whipped his head around, eyes meeting the terrified Angel. He sprung up, softly padding towards the bed. He squatted down, resting his hand next to the Angel.
“How are you feeling? Anywhere hurt worse than the rest?”
The Angel shakily shook his head, stuttering out “Am I…am I in… in…”
“Hell? Afraid so, beauty.”
He tensed up, eyes starting to water before tossing himself at the Demon, starting to bawl. Kiran held him close, letting him cry as he shifted to be on the bed with the Angel. He had never realized how small he truly was. After a minute or so, the Demon started humming an old lullaby, attempting to touch as much unbroken skin as possible. It was around five minutes after that did the Angel’s cries turn to sniffles and hiccups.
“I tried so hard to be good.” He warbled out, voice thick with tears. “I kept ignoring how good you were and how bad they treated me until... until…”
The Demon shushed him. “You don’t need to tell me. All that matters is that you’re here and you’re safe. I won’t let anything get to you.”
The Angel nodded, curling closer to him. Kiran folded out his wings, enclosing them both.
“I guess... guess I have to stay here now, don’t I?” The Angel murmured.
The Demon hummed affectionately. “You can stay at my place, Finn. I’ll get my whole place decked out for you.”
The Angel blushed, but before he could sputter out a reply, a voice interrupted their moment.
“Ah, he’s awake.”
Kiran unfurled his wings to see the person, shifting them so the Angel could see him, but could still be kept within the cocoon of wings.
“The...the Morningst-”
The King held up his hand dismissively to the Angel. “It’s Lucifer, please. That’s such a silly title.”
He came closer, but not getting too close to the bed. He could feel that the Demon was protective of the little Angel. “Welcome to my home, little one. I know this is a jarring change, but it seems as though you have someone to help take care of you already.”
The Angel blushed while Kiran puffed out his chest a little.
“I’ll have some information ready for you by the time you get the okay to leave the Castle. Know this, though, my door is literally always open.”
“Really?” The Angel’s disbelief was palpable.
The King tried not to seem sad. “This is nothing like up there. And to start the series of rapid change, I’ll let you know that you can actually have a name down here. I doubt you have anything in mind yet-”
“Finn. I’d like to be called Finn.” The Angel, now called Finn, cut him off. “If..if that’s okay with you, sir.”
The King smiled warmly, glancing to Kiran briefly. “Finn it is then. I’ll send a Medic in to check you over.”
He left the two to their business then, and Kiran curled his wings back around Finn in a hug. He rested his forehead against the Angels’. “Welcome to the rest of your afterlife, Finn.”
The boy smiled brightly in return, before asking sheepishly. “Could you..that is, will you stay? With me? For a little while at least?”
Kiran beamed, nuzzling against Finn’s nose and cheek. “For forever and a day, Finn.”
“For forever and a day.” The Angel repeated.
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