*Mild violence, mild language, sexual situations*

Jophiel covered the vampire’s forehead rather than his eyes, because he wanted to see them as they saw his past sins. He wanted to see the moment when Dominic realized that he should have wished for an end instead. 

Dominic blinked at the sight in front of him in confusion. 

Somehow, he was watching his own back  bend over someone. From the way his own shoulders were hunched, Dominic knew he was feeding. 

But I’ve been left alone for centuries, why now? And then he noticed them. 

The bright red dress shoes belonged to only one person. But before he could further process the memory in front of him, everything around him seemed to melt and shift into another memory. This time however, Dominic faced his past self head on, again feeding, this time on an aging man in a suit, a man that even in memory Dominic couldn’t help but feel disgust and anger grow inside him. 

“Do you comprehend now?” Jophiel asked, watching the confusion in the vampire’s eyes be replaced with realization. But those dark eyes that had been so appealing when on the verge of tears began to fill with indignation. 

Jophiel pulled his hand away and frowned,  loosening his hold on the vampire’s jaw. “You feel no remorse for your victims?”

“I-if you’re here because of those lowlifes, then I won’t ‘repent.’” 

Dominic attempted to rise to his feet, but the air pushed into his shoulders and prevented him from moving a muscle. You’ve got to be kidding me...

“I am not ‘kidding’, Dominic.” Jophiel’s fingers curled tight around the vampire’s chin, tighter than before, and he watched carefully  as that defiant expression cracked. “You would prefer punishment?”

“If it’s for taking scum like them out of this world, then do it, sparkles.”

“Sparkles?” Jophiel smiled slightly at the snapping bone beneath his fingers as he squeezed, the effort requiring little force. “You know, for someone exposed in the middle of the street, at the mercy of one of the supreme beings of this universe, you sure are confident.”

Dominic’s tongue felt thicker than usual due to his now mending jaw bone, but he forced the words out. “Swince yer alweady diggin in my ‘ead, ‘ind owt why.”

Jophiel loathed the idea of lowering himself to listen to the creature, but the conviction radiating from him, even with a shattered jaw, gave him pause. He needled further into Dominic’s memories, delighting in the hisses of pain from the vampire. 

Does he realize he has gripped my robe? Jophiel wondered idly, still unable to find the source of the vampire’s bravado. 

Dominic shut his eyes against the pins and needles that seemed to fill his mind as the angel gripped his forehead again. Through the pain he could faintly hear cars passing by, some slowing down before speeding back up. Can people… see us? 

He squeezed the cool, silky material the angel wore, feeling his lower belly pool with heat at the mere thought, despite the position he was in. 

“I… see.” Jophiel took a step back from the perplexing creature in front of him. The victims of the vampire’s recent attacks were people that if they’d been left to their own devices for much longer, he or another angel of punishment would have come for them. But it is not a job for the likes of you. 

Dominic hardly noticed the change in the angel, too focused on trying to penetrate through the passing cars’ insulation by stretching his hearing out fast enough to listen in on its passengers. To see if they had noticed them standing in the street. 

I need… release. It didn’t help that the angel smelled better than even AB-, his favorite. 

"It is not your job to pass judgment on the wicked.” For some reason Jophiel felt hot where the vampire leaned against him. “Let go of me, and turn around. And lean forward.”