Callum woke up with a headache.

He was lying on a very soft bed, inside a vintage-style luxury room.

He wonders how he got in there, he even thought maybe he was rescued by his friends but,

No, ... At that exact moment the door to the bathroom opens and the man from the alley, walked out, half-naked.

His jaw drops by the man's god-like body.

“So damn HOT!!” he thought- or so, he thought.

As the guy looks at him. Giving him an egotistical smirk. 

"I am, right?" Quirking one eyebrow teasingly, as he lets the towel covering his lower body fall on the floor. 

Callum realizing his slip of the tongue feels like bashing his head on the wall. Silently chastising himself.

Feeling his face heating up from embarrassment. His traitor of a cock decided to have him know that he agrees on his initial reaction as it twitches over the now fully naked guy parading the room. 

To avoid embarrassing himself even more. He then averted his gaze away from the Damn Adonis who is looking at him with so much amusement.

 

 

Meanwhile at the alley...

“ Damn it! Where the heck did Callum go! ”shouted a worried Marcus who is pacing back and forth.

“ Marcus relax! We won't be able to find Callum if you keep acting like this.” Aren said failing miserably on calming his friend.

Aren sighed. Running his fingers on his hair. 

"I guess I don't have a choice but to use my special card to find our missing friend.”

Marcus's head instantly turns to his friend with so much speed. You can feel your neck cracking just by witnessing it. 

“YOU HAVE A WAY TO FIND OUR CHEEKY FRIEND AND YOU JUST LET ME WORRY MY ASS HERE THE WHOLE TIME!!” Shouted Marcus while choking Aren.

 

“YE YE I'm sarry OK sarry!!" Aren said in a gayish tone.

The very pissed Marcus hits Aren's head and asks.

“Ok, So what is this way you were talking about that can find Callum?"

Aren stands on a puddle. Raising his left hand over the water. His body glowing with green sparkles, brown eyes turning gold, ears, elongated with the upper tips pointed, long brown hair lay on his back gracefully. His clothing changes to a green sparkling robe accessorized by a gold necklace and bracelet with a big peridot stone in the middle paired with black tight pants and black shiny boots.

Being a water elf. Aren can control and communicate with water anytime he wants. As the water starts glowing, there they saw Callum pinned down by a man.

Marcus watches his friend's transformation, despite the number of times he saw his friend's transformation, it still never failed to amaze him how beautiful his friend is. Now he eagerly wants to see his other beautiful friend. Slash that, what I mean is the most beautiful to be precise. No one other than them and that man has seen their friend's true form.

Callum is usually seen as a two-winged angel but the truth is Callum is a Seraph. An extremely beautiful six-winged angel. Their warm and bright angel.

So he was enraged to saw him getting manhandled by a man, not just any normal man but of a giant man with four black and blazing red hues wings, it was indeed beautiful if it wasn't the fact that the man is dangerous for being a Nephalem a half-angel half-demon creature and what worse than that is, it's none other than Alec Michel!

 

“ THE FUCK!! HOW THE HELL DID THAT DAMN DEMON GOT HIS HAND ON CALLUM!!" Marcus exclaimed.

His eyes changing color from light brown to blazing red, his fangs elongated. Skin turning white that it's almost glowing in the night.

Marcus's beauty is unquestionable, his as strikingly beautiful as his other friends having a face of a gorgeous prince. Despite him not being an elemental user, he is not one to be underestimated. With his quick reflexes, heightened strength, flexibility, endurance, and fast healing ability. He is beyond mortal and can stand a chance on other supernatural creatures. As a half-vampire who had lived for a couple of centuries. He is indeed as powerful as any other supernatural creature.