I stand in the throne room, surrounded by my demonic generals. They speak, their deep, rough voices echoing against the black stone walls. But I’m not listening. My mind is elsewhere. My soul is elsewhere. With him. With Caël.

I still feel the heat of his body under my hands, the taste of his lips, the trembling sweetness of his voice when he begged me to stay. My heart tightens violently in my chest. I hate being away from him. Even for an hour. Even for a second.

Suddenly, I feel something.
A vibration.
A shiver of pure energy that shoots through every part of me.
I freeze.
Everyone falls silent.

I close my eyes, focusing my senses.
And I feel it.
I feel his power.
A power so monstrous, so burning, so pure and dark at once, it takes my breath away. My heart stops for an instant. Then a guttural growl rumbles from my chest, echoing like thunder in the room.

“Caël…”

I turn abruptly, my demonic wings bursting from my back with a sharp crack. The blue flames of the torches flicker under the gust created by their deployment. Without a word, I take off, my feet leaving the ground, my wings beating powerfully, propelling me through the corridors at blinding speed.

I fly through the arches of black stone, servants bowing hurriedly as I pass, nearly thrown aside by the force of my passage. My heart beats so hard it hurts. My breath is short, burning, rumbling in my chest.

“Hold on… hold on, my angel…”

I finally reach the door to my chambers. It’s wide open. The scent of blood, fear, and sulfur slams into my chest. I growl, a monstrous, animal sound, as I rush in.

And I see him.
I freeze, struck full force by the scene before me.

Baal is pinned against a wall, his massive body trembling with fear. His reptilian eyes are wide, his face twisted in horror. And before him… stands Caël.

He is standing at the center of the room, his broken chains lying at his feet. His black wings are fully spread, immense, magnificent, radiating a dark, burning light. His pale skin is covered in blood – his blood, his tears. His blue eyes shine with a red light, veined with dark gold, and a cruel smile stretches across his bloodstained lips.

He is… magnificent. Terrifying. Monster and angel all at once.
And he is me.
My equal. My husband. My king.

I feel his power pulsing in the air, making every stone in the palace tremble. Baal whimpers weakly, his body shaking with spasms, as Caël lifts a trembling hand. A black flame ignites in his palm, swirling slowly, burning from within. His voice, when it rises, is no longer that of an angel. It is deep, dark, vibrating with power.

“You should have killed me… Baal…”

The demon screams again, backing away on all fours like a terrified animal. And I… I stand still. Fascinated. Terrified. In love. My heart beats so hard I’m dizzy. My cock hardens brutally under my pants, my shaft throbbing against my thigh. I growl softly, unable to tear my gaze from him.

But suddenly… I see him falter.
His wings tremble, his breath catches. The black flame dies in his palm. He blinks, and the red light disappears from his irises, leaving only his pure blue. His gaze finds mine. He sees me. His lips tremble weakly, his wings folding halfway in fatigue.

“Azrael…” His voice is a broken whisper.

Then, his body collapses.
I leap forward, catching him before he hits the ground. His wings close limply around us, his head falling against my chest. I hold him tightly, my large hand slipping under his thighs, lifting him like a child. His body is cold. His breathing is weak. His eyelids are closed, his long silvery lashes resting on his pale cheeks.

“No… no… stay with me… stay with me, my angel…”

I press my forehead against his, a ragged sob shaking my chest. My cock still pulses with desire, but my heart is shattered seeing him like this. I turn toward Baal. His reptilian eyes meet mine, and he whimpers weakly. I growl, a monstrous, infernal sound, then raise my free hand. He screams as black flames burst from my fingers, engulfing him completely. His body burns away within seconds, leaving behind only a pile of black ash.

I hold Caël tighter against me, his scent of blood and purity filling my lungs. I press a burning kiss to his cold forehead.

“Rest… my king… my husband… my soul… I’m here… I’m here…”

And as I walk slowly to the bed, his frail body nestled against mine, I swear…
I swear on my throne, on my flames, on my damned soul:

No one will ever touch you again.
Never again.