He felt a presence beside him after closing the door, saying, "This is the first time you've taken care of your prey, hmm, Michael?”

He frowns at the person next to him and asks, "What are you doing here, Gabriel?"

"Just paying a visit to the demon that I keep an eye on," he said with a wicked smile.

Michael glanced at Gabriel and walked past him on his way to the dinette; Gabriel followed him and sat at the table, giving Michael a glance. Michael simply ignored him and went about preparing the ingredients for the brunch he was making for Felix.

“Looks like you fucked up?” Gabriel ask.

Michael ignored his question and continue in what he was doing. He knows he screwed up, it's just that he can't control himself when someone disobeys him, but he knows Felix is different and should be more restrained. He rested his hands on the table and looked down, reflecting on what he had done.

Gabriel look at him intently, he sees on his face how he was so disappointed to himself. He sighs deeply to the Demon standing right in front of him.

“Anyways, I am here to tell you that Uriel is here.”

He stares at the ceiling, waited the Demon's response. He looks at him again after a second, still in the same position. Then he heard a deep sigh from him.

“All right, I'll go there. The church where he was staying is only a few meters away from the university where I work.” He informed him.

Gabriel turned away from him, looked up at the ceiling, and stood up, saying, "Well, if you are not just a dumbass, Marcellus, you will not be like what you are now." He then exited through the dinette. He turned to his left side to see the human boy and simply smiled at him.

When Felix blinked, the man who had assisted him in escaping to the Demon vanished right in front of his eyes. Then he walks over to the dinette and notices Michael putting foil in the oven. He knocks on the frame, and when Michael notices him, he walks over to the chair where Gabriel had been sitting earlier and takes a seat.

Michael, on the other hand, simply followed Felix's every move with his gaze until he was seated in the chair where the annoying angel had previously been seated. He despised the fact that the boy had taken the seat previously occupied by the vexing angel.

He waited for it to speak, but the boy remained silent. Michael chooses to work on the rice, he sighs deeply to himself. He cleaned the rice cooking pot, then placed the rice grain in it, washed it, watered it, and placed it in the rice cooker.

Michael was busy preparing the rice. Felix simply follows him with his gaze, wondering, "Why is he so nice to me?" He brings his arms together and rests them on the table, and then he closes his eyes and rests his head on his arms.

“Why?” he pondered again, and sleep engulfed him.

He laughed at its antics and stroked its cheek. “Come on, come on.”

Felix is still sleepy, so when he felt a warm hand on his cheeks, he leaned in and looked at its wrist, then followed its arm until he was staring at him. When he realized whose hands it was, he looked at him and exclaimed, "Oh! Your hand is so warm, Professor Michael.”

Michael's eyes widened and he blushed as he heard what Felix said. He sighs heavily and closes his eyes for a few seconds to calm himself. Then he looked back at him.

"I know!" he murmured, "Would you like me to take you to the dinette?" Felix simply nodded and said, "Come..." He picked him up and said, "...your food will be cold if you don't eat now." Furthermore, you did not eat properly the night before.”

He walks over to the dinette, carrying him, and places him in the chair. Felix is still drowsy, but he can smell the aroma of the meal Michael prepared for him.

He rubs his eyes and looks at the food in front of him, which smells of lemon, garlic, and butter. He looked at Michael and tilted his head slightly.

Michael noticed his slight action and smiled at him, asking, "Are you making a cute of yourself?"

Felix shakes his head, pouts his lips, and points to the dish in front of him.

“I think his being cute when he's still sleepy, I guess...” Michael chuckled. He then returns his gaze to the dish he had previously prepared, saying, "It's Baked Honey Garlic Salmon! Now is the time to eat, before the food get cold.” Felix nodded and prayed before beginning to eat the food.

Michael, on the other hand, admires Felix while he is eating. He averted his gaze from him and thought to himself, "His body isn't too bulky, and he has a lovely face with a pointed chin, a sharp jawline, light brown eyes with a hint of pink, and ombre pink hair! Yes, he has a round face, which is accentuated by his perfect cheeks... I'm guessing he's at least 5'10" when he's standing in front of me!"

He returns his gaze to him and notices that his mouth is smeared with sauce, “His cute while eating!” he exclaims, chuckling slightly.

Felix notices the demon in front of him chuckling; he appears to be perplexed as to why he laughs. He met his gaze, and the demon smiled warmly at him before turning away. He felt his cheeks heating up and shaking off of his head. Michael, on the other hand, continues to admire him.

* * * * *

After Felix finished his meal, the demon picked him up again. Felix told him that he could walk on his own, but Michael refused to let go of him and asked him if he wanted to wash his hands before going to bed. He did tell Michael that he would wash up later and bring him to his room, where he would read some of the lessons from his classes.

Michael did as he was instructed. He then told him that he needed to leave and would not be returning; this was a good implication to Felix that he would not be here with him tonight, as last night had not been a pleasant experience for him.

Before leaving the apartment, the demon informed the boy that he already had food to eat in his refrigerator and only needed to heat it up, and that he would see him again tomorrow.

He expects him to ask him who was with him in the kitchen after he leaves the apartment; he knows he met Gabriel when he assaulted him the last time in his home.

“Is he not curious, why Gabriel is with me earlier? I know they bump to each other earlier.”

While driving, he sighed at the thought of it.

 * * * * *

Meanwhile, Felix was sitting in his bed, legs straightened, staring out the window on the left side of his room. Earlier, he had planned to question him about his relationship with the man who assisted him in fleeing Michael the last time. He wanted to know why he was with him in the kitchen and what they were talking about with the church and a man named Uriel.

He sighs deeply and closes his eyes, saying, "I shouldn't bother myself with them..."

He shakes his head, "...at least no one will bother me tonight."

“Oh, that Angel! He told me that Uriel is the one I'll be meeting here...” He sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose, saying, “…I can’t go back now since I’m already here.”

He approached the church's entrance and found a priest waiting for him; he approached him, and said “Bring me to him!” and the Priest gesture him to follow him. The church is small, but it appears to be Romanesque, a medieval European architectural style, with Gothic architectural elements such as stained-glass windows and pinnacles.

The priest comes to a halt in what appears to be a confession booth on the right side of the church; as he opens the door, he notices a stairway leading beneath the church.

They continue to walk deeper underground, and he feels its power; he closes his eyes and inhales deeply, and when the stairs end, he stands there, while the priest walks towards the man in the middle.

The man is dressed in a plain black slacks with a pair of dark brown wing tip shoes, a white long sleeve polo shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbow, and he has a golden brown hair that is neatly combed backwards. He notices the man thanking the priest and departs from the two of them.

He walk towards him and said “Seriously? Here in the Crypt.”

Ignoring his remark, the man looked at him with his piercing bright blue eyes and said, "I am glad to see you again Michael...” he said, smiling wickedly, “...hmmmm rather Marcellus.”

“Don't call me by my old name, and don't waste my time here, Archangel Michael,” Michael groaned. “What the fuck do you want?” he yelled angrily.

“Come on, Marcellus, I'm just checking in to see how you're doing.”

“Now that you see me fine, I'm leaving.” Marcellus turns away from the Archangel and walks towards the stairs where the priest had earlier led him to meet the Archangel. “You're squandering my time.”

But before Marcellus takes the first step up the stairs, "Did you already meet your lover during this era?" when Michael asked him, he came to a halt and looked over his shoulder behind him.

When he noticed Michael staring at him, he turned around to face him again.

“Oh! You haven't seen him yet, do you? ”

Just after what the Archangel had told him, there was a deep silence between them.

He closed his eyes and reflected, "So, her soul has already been reborn in this era; I wonder how old she is now."

He returned his gaze to him and exclaimed, "No!" He takes a brief pause before continuing to speak. “I haven't seen anyone else with it.”

Michael approached him, saying, "As the Lord promised, you will meet her again in the future, and one of her eyes will be drawn to a flower that she adores. Even if she has those flower eyes on her, it is still up to her whether she accepts you or not, and she will remember that everything depends on how she accepts you.” As he finishes, he comes to a halt in front of him and looks him in the eyes.

“What are you going to do, Marcellus, if she doesn't accept you? Only your true love will be able to break the curse that the Lord has placed on you.”

Every word the Archangel says to him hurts his heart and reminds him of the tragedy of the past, how he became like this... a Demon of Lust who only knows sex to experience the intoxicating pleasure, seducing others to fulfill his desire, and forgetting what happened in the past.

Marcellus stares at him desperately and declares, "I will do whatever it takes to make her to accept me and not repeat what happened in the past."