Devil & Angel
Leave nothing but the baby...
One summer afternoon in the seaside town of Apoli in the Kingdom of Stratenheim, everything was a hustling and bustling with humans about and market full of peoples from far away places. Down the boulevard was a quaint little cafe booming with the aroma of coffee and tea along with other sweet treats. A young Mr. Wilhelm Lucianna sat out on the veranda after his completing his duties in foreign lands, returning finally after five long years.
He quietly sipped his Lemon Tea, enjoying the comfort of able to remain in his native form, his leathery whiplike tail swaying about as his petite horns were proudly on display. Wilhelm was at home in Stratenheim since he was trained as a Cleric by the Straten Knights, a semi-religious order aimed to bring peace and civilization who were eternal enemies against those found within the deepest depths of the abyss. The townsfolk waved to him as they passed by, considering he himself had poured quite a bit of money into the town to keep it alive after merchant vessels ceased from the continent Elysia due to political upheaval.
Willy inhaled deeply, his black sclera gazing at those who gestured kindly to him, until a lithely built orc approached, "How are you today Mr. Lucianna?" he said politely. He recognized him as one of the Windrunner Trader's workers, who often performed errands for others, "Tired Jak, I can't wait to go home. Traveling is exhausting, even for someone like me, times are changing." he said, sensing a change of winds. Jak listened carefully, particular since he was only 17 in Orcish years, "I don't understand Sir? What's happening to make you say that?" he asked, curious if he should heed the devil's words.
The world had been quiet for some time, and Wilhelm's siblings that were across the realms and plane often sent letters to him, "The age of steam and industry has arrived for Stratenheim, and I sense the Abyss stirring with an army on the Horizon." Wilhelm said, sipping his tea with concern. Jak looked around real quick, taking a seat across from him, "Is it something we all should be worried about Mr. Lucianna? I know you're a devil and all, and most people wouldn't give you time of day if you went about saying things like that." he said, considering his own relatives dabbled in such esoteric matters. Willy stared at him, somewhat underdressed for the conversation "Thank you, and it something we shouldn't worry about until you have your great grandchildren, but my Eldest sister tells me of a dark tide rising. Another age of Noxum is due, where shadows and chaos will reign while the old ways are fading fast where it's going to be difficult to stop it." he said, noticing a trend in how many were swaying from tradition across the world
Their conversation went on til noon, turning to more enterprising topics, "Since I'll be home more often, I really really need a chamberlain or some kind of assistant cause it's pain to travel back and forth. I'd rather deal with business in the countryside than townside." Wilhelm explained, considering he was expecting company sometime in the near future. Jak smiled a toothy with his prominent fangs, intrigued by the prospect, "Ooh say what you say sir, city folk are a tricky lot and I'm tricky sort of person. It's hard to get by when you are of my kin but I suppose we aren't that different in that sort of situation, 'cept you proved yourself to the master of the kingdom to be a reliable fellow, though I feel I could the same. What ya need done?" he said, eager to pursue a potentially profitable line of work. The Devil smiled at him, appreciating his attitude, "I like the way you think, granted my Father's best friend is a Orc, so take that as you will." he said, utilizing his Aufernal charisma.
Jak, flattered by the compliment, beaming from ear to ear thought to return in kind, "Your Old man must be quite the charming devil, mine was supposedly a warrior blacksmith with the mouth of Cynic." he said, unaware of the truth. Wilhelm bursted out in laughter, chattering akin to a hyena aloud, "Tell that to my mother, you'd never guess he was a Gnoll by glancing at me. Also how old are you? because that sounds like someone I know..." he asked, oddly curious if there was any connection. The young orc suddenly envisioned a towering Gnoll overpowering a Brachina lady before he settled his thoughts, "My 18th birthday is soon and to be fair, my Great-great grandmother is a wild elf so you aren't the only with an peculiar heritage sir. As for my father, I could care less since most of my kin tend to swing a little if you catch my meaning." he said, referring to the kind that doesn't involve branches or steel blades.
A wheaten blonde haired maiden standing about 6 feet wearing a hood passed by before stumbling, accidentally dropping along with her books, including sacred text belonging the faith of the Yahweh, crying aloud. Wilhelm stood and walked over, intending to assist her as he kneeled down, "Are you alright madam?" he said, his manners showing through his tone. He had managed to catch a glimpse of her heavenly beauty, noticing her ocean blue eyes and her tender pearly pink lips, "Oh I'm so clumsy! Could you pick up my bible for me while I gather my things?" she said with her offset tone.
Wilhelm's tail swayed back and forth from side to side, He was excited by her magnificent appearance as if she was worlds apart from him, "Sure!" he said, unable to think in his boyish fluster. She carefully watched him plant his hands on her tome, uncorking a bottle from underneath her robes, "Die you foul demon!" she shouted, splashing it against his face. He paused for a second, unaffected but confused and a little wet in more ways than one, "Umm, Huh? Why did you do that? Father Reilly already tried drowning me in Holy water and giving me a baptism, don't think that stuff works all the time anyway." He explained, recalling the local preacher raised havoc about his presence and tried to murder him in every way a clergyman could til he gave up.
The maiden was baffled as he was at the moment, "No matter, I'll still dispatch of your infernal refuse the old fashion way, with brute force!" she said, before a sudden radiance filled the air around. Three sets of expansive pearlescent feathery wings sprung forth from her back, shredding her disguise apart, "Time to die you incarnate of lust!" she said, her Azure metallic armor revealing herself to be a heavenly ranger and a Seraphim no less, a high ranking angel. Jak's eyes widened as his employer was in her crosshairs, "Run sir, she wants you dead!" he warned, wondering what to do...
There was only the meer dust to let anyone know that Willy fled the scene, taking flight and booking down the whitestone boulevard at breakneck speeds, "Not my day today!" he thought to himself with the Angelic maiden in tow alongside a hail of heavenly darts from her bolt pistol. The fierce glint in her eyes behind her spectacles was one of zealousness and dedication, she was bent on killing him regardless of the consequence, "Quit running, it'll be easier for the both of us!" she said in her flight, accidentally smiting the Stratens with her weapon's effect. Wilhelm swerved his way through the back alleys in effort to evade her, looping full circle to the place where the pursuit began.
The Angel landed with in front of the supposedly surrendering devil, "Hehe! Slothful as you are lustful!" she said, believing he was a stereotypical devil. Wilhelm raised his hands in the air, noticing a certain roguish orc sneaking behind his Hunter, "You may not know me, but I am only partial towards such violence, also, Surprise Mother-frigger!" he said. She raised a brow at him, confused to what he meant, "Surprise? There is nothing to be surprised abo-...." she said before an enchanted miramium frying pan careened against the back of her head, knocking her out cold.
Jak huffed and a grinned, "You know my mum always says a good skillet always makes a good dinner and a good weapon, now I believe her. Anyway, Are you alright sir?" he asked, wielding the violet metal skillet in his hand. Willy sighed in relief, thankful for his assistance, "Jak, you're hired! Now, first order of business is to get her out of here before anyone starts asking questions." he said, hoping to avert any suspicions. His assistant nodded and agreed with his boss, "Indubitably, a winged wench like her is like a fattened pheasant for the eyes." he said, picking her up by the arms as they dragged her away...
... Eva awoke in chains in a dark basement surrounded by a series of glyphs with a stone altar that had a crimson embroidered cloth atop bearing a Candelabra, a Sapphire pentacle, a blackened skull, and a golden dagger bearing emerald in the hilt, "Where in Uriel's name are my glasses?" she said, all her personal belongings locked away. Wilhelm's voice came from the shadows, giggling at her, "Safe and sound, Ms. Ranger, so why were you trying to shoot little old me?" he said, emanating his Aufernal Aura that filled the room. She realized her mistake then looked at him with the gaze of beggar, "Would you kindly please let me go then?" she said, hoping that she would resume her rampage very shortly.
He giggled at the idea, considering she was now in his sphere of influence "Ahh no, as a Baron of the Stratenheim Royal Court and member of the Straten Knights, I am obligated to uphold the laws of the land and you broke said laws, not to mention Uriel is furious judging by the letter I received." he said, since she would face charges that warrant a public execution. She deadpanned at his statement before arrogance set in. "Hah! You're lying and you can't enforce the laws of mortals on me!" she said cheekily, crossing her arms to show her defiance. Wilhelm had more political power than she'd imagine, pulling out a letter bearing the official seal of Uriel, Archangel of the Sapphire ring, and handing it to her alongside her glasses, "If it is truly from Uriel, it is probably saying I'm free to leave." she said, opening it.
The letter unfortunately was ultimatum for her sake only, "Dear Evael, I may wish you good tidings but in this instance, your shenaniganry has situated me in a position I prefer not to be in once more. You assaulted an innocent man out in plain sight, not to include an personal associate of mine, and an individual of political stature regardless. My fellow Archangels decided that we allow you to face the consequences of your actions from us or Sir Wilhelm, I'm certain you'd prefer spending the next five centuries in the Grand Library reorganizing it to the Dewell System. I hope to hear from you soon. Caringly, Uriel." it said, without a doubt written by him with his personal stationary.
Fear was present in the room bearing tidings of humble pie, her fey ears lowered in anxiety, "How do you know Uriel?!?" she asked, bewildered by the concept. Wilhelm blushed, his cheeks turning a rosy red, "Well... Let's just say I would fear for my children if they were altar boys at your Church." he said, embarrassed to go any further about the time he was hired to participate in a Sabbath. Eva was riddled with more questions than answers, "Okaaay... What are my charges in your domain?" she said, eager to be finished with her punishment.
Wilhelm fortunately written her offenses down, listed out in his mind as well, "Unlawful entry into the Kingdom, Forgery, Fraud, Attempted Assassination, high treason, petty treason, Assault, Unlawful use of magic, possession of weapon with an illegal enchantment, disturbing the peace, destruction of property, vandalism, verbal assault, mayhem, Affray. Shall I continue? Because I can always decide to deport you back to Heaven..." he explained, praying his strategy will work against her. Eva slack jawed at what were mostly felonies in a majority of kingdoms, "You can't be serious, that's a death sentence for anyone!" she said, wondering if he had some sort of unusual punishment in mind. He smiled at her, staring her down with a sadistic glint in his eyes, "Of course, killing you is next to impossible as it is for me and not as fun, so I have better solution. Indentured servitude for the next 50 years!" he cheered, his punishment the lesser of two evils in most regards.
Eva saw where his line of thinking was headed, "Why don't I just sleep with you and get it over with cause I know what you're thinking!" she said, impatient with the idea of her punishment. Wilhelm wiggled his hips from side to side, biting on the side of his index finger, "That or Marriage..." he said in a playful tone, toying around with a dangerous idea. She didn't know what was worse, getting hit with a frying pan or a proposal for marriage, "Umm what, I'm kind of flattered and confused." she said, despite being a proverbial prisoner.
His lustful aura filled the cellar, his body's language was speaking for Wilhelm at this point on how badly he wanted her, both mind and body, "You turn me on, you stimulate my mind and body. I don't think you'd hold it against me if I wanted to know you better." he flirtily answered, staring at her with intense desire. Eva's wings expanded as well as part of her poking against her armor beneath, "Well uhh, most wouldn't but I don't know you that much, and you wouldn't find me that interesting once you knew me." she said, slightly uncomfortable with this scenario presented to her. The air was charged even further to point where she even beared difficulty maintaining her adamance, "At least perhaps we could partake in some afternoon delight and whisper one anothers' fancies and secrets." he teased, his tail swaying about in the air.
One aspect she appreciated was his honesty, "You really do like me, don't you, despite the fact I tried to kill you?" Eva said, feeling awkward now in regards to her attempt on his life. The thrill of death looming over him didn't deter his advance, "Mhmmm... It only made me feel alive dearie! The thought of actual Death knocking at my doorstep is one of those moments I savor." he said, confessing to one of his habits. She wasn't unlike him in this manner, consistently seeking the thrill of the hunt, something to chase down in order to seize victory, "Well I had some fun chasing you..." she hesitantly admitted. Wilhelm could barely hold his excitement, "Shall we do it again?...Except without the Dart pistol." he said, offering the opportunity to make a game out of it. She glared at him, before she raised her brow at him, "Maybe..." she answered...
5 minutes later, a quake shook the earth as Wilhelm found himself in a small crater in field, happy as could be, "You got me, ready for another round?" he said. Eva was panting for breath, her heart pounding mile a minute, "You are a one hard man to beat down, how do you maintain your strength when you have no one to feed you?" she questioned, noting a lack of concubines or servants. He smiled, welcoming her query, "Thank my mother for that one, otherwise I'd be starving. Many don't realize that there is lust all around in many forms, a lust for money, lust for power, a lust for victory, and lust for another, all there to be sampled and pluck from the air. It also helps to know how to tease your prey, to excite their spirits to where the swell til the point where they overflow, and that excess can be like a constant fountain, plus not many brachina realize they survive off the essence of lust and spirit." he explained, delving into his knowledge of the arcane and the soul.
His former pursuer helped him out of the hole in the ground, "So you take what spills from the cup? Never thought of obtaining sustenance that way but your way is a little less discreet in the first place." Eva stated, recalling her Infernology. Wilhelm perked up, curious to how his heavenly opposite partook of the soul, "I wonder..." he said to himself, before he wrapped his arms around her, leaning her back and moving in for a kiss. She gasped as their lips made contact, accidentally partaking of his own cup that spilt over into hers, "Oh heaven forgive me!" she thought, overwhelmed by a hidden capacity that slept behind a velvet veil.
Willy's capacity for lust was only matched by his capacity for love, the seraphim saw the love of his family, the love of his friends, and the love of one's deeply cared for truly, witnessing a witch and Yuki-Onna smiling at her. Eva felt her heart pounding at the aufernal lover, her face a blush from what she'd seen until she broke away, "You... I see what makes your aura so powerful, I can't believe there isn't a legion marching at your feet." she complimented, swallowing her pride in awe. He wish he could say the same but she only served to tease his appetite, tasting her tender spirit that reminded him a well prepared lamb roasted to perfection covered with portobello gravy, "No, but would like to make one? Hehe!" he wittily replied.
Eva smirked at him, pretending to be disinterested, "I see your game Wilhelm, you promise women an eternal eden yet you have only committed yourself to two others." she taunted, setting herself up to plummet. The truth was never simple in matters of reality, "Of course it be truly irresponsible of myself to dedicate my love to those who would merely fade away in their short lives, and leave with bittersweet memories of an immortal incarnation of Aufernal lust. I cannot bring myself to cause such a tragedy to dash one's hopes away in order allow maiden to know her true lover will follow her shortly into the afterlife." he said, preferring lovers who'd live long enough to enjoy his company. Once this phrase danced on her ears, she lost all her moral senses while the endings to a number of novels ringed akin to bells in her head, "... Do you know any place that's more discreet than a field?" she queried.
The Brachina knew the perfect spot to consummate their romantic efforts before taking flight with her in two to his garden bearing an entryway to an underground temple. The two outerworldly beings crossed the threshold through the steel doors into a beautiful terrarium made of intricately carved stone with water cascading in the pools adjacent to the bountiful gardens bearing pink, blue, red, black and white bouquets. What impressed Eva the most was how quaint the Statue of Taima was in comparison to everything, unlike most other grandiose depictions of deities, standing at the same height as any man, almost humbled by it.
The natural light that flooded in from above made the essence of Gaia apparent while vines grew on the walls, "At least your faith isn't misplaced..." Eva said, hoping it didn't come off rude. Wilhelm giggled at her advance, happy that she was enjoying her time with him, "It would mean a lot if we made love here, it's rather beautiful and it only adds to yours." he said, his words honied with his sweetness. The amusement of how badly he wanted to show his love humored Eva, "You have my attention already, and I am eager as you, you've made my day brighter than the sun so far." she answered, taking a seat on the cushioned stone slab in the center of the room.
Wilhelm could barely hold his excitement, slipping off his tunic to revealing his boyish physique then pressing his face to hers, locking lips once more. His hands glided behind her armored contours, untying the leather that held together the plating to her garb, letting her articles fall to the floor. It was only matter of time til he discovered Eva's secret that stood no prouder than his own appendage, she was a hermaphrodite.
She frowned and blushed with embarrassment at the fact she wielded a lengthy 7 inch member above her heavenly netherlips, "Please... Don't think of me strange for having such an anomaly." Eva said out of fear. The sly devil knew the perfect words to say for this precise moment, "Don't fret, you're just as god made you, a wonderful creature to love." he said, pressing his flat chest against her divine orbs. Her loins leaked out their juices at his kindness, her heart throbbed for his touch, "you're too generous." she said, flustered from his compassion.
Willy guided her thighs apart til her pushed back on the stone slab, her wings spread out in clear view, while their members began dancing with one another in a frot. He was enamored with their oral tango, caressing the back of her head, running his fingers through her golden locks. Her hips started grinding back and forth, the silken smooth skin of his skin gliding on her flesh.
Eva knew she was falling for his natural offenses, the fiery touch of his lips on hers, but she possessed her own defense, evening the field by unleashing her radiant aura of love. He felt the benevolent presence of his lover on his skin akin to a lamb's pelt, before unleashing his own aura into the temple. The angel's slit flowed with nectar while her pistil drooled it's clear beads, coating their abdomens with a glistening film that gleamed the light.
The Brachina slowly lowered himself to her crest, nuzzling her neck with the brush of his lips, until they found a home on one of her twin peaks. She found herself filled not with love or lust, but a burning desire to be locked in eternity like this, gasping from his tongue swirling around her pearly pink teats. His romantic onslaught didn't stop there, as his arm draped around her winged back, reaching around to her exposed bosom.
The Seraphim was overwhelmed by the stimulation, feeling him thrust his lingam on her thigh until he became a triple threat, finding his open hand encompassing her 'spear'. He gently stroked her own uncut flesh, maintaining steady pace to savor the aching tenderness while suckling at her breast that filled his cavity, like a greedy newborn whelp trying to milk its mother. Eva suddenly surged with pleasure, unleashing a volley of pearlescent fluid on her flame's hand, her entire body aflame out of anticipation.
Wilhelm didn't resist teasing the orgasmic beauty, "How about I partake of your sacrament while you partake of mine?" he flirtily cheered, rotating around atop of her before he started kissing her tip with an eager embrace. The one aspect of the devil's anatomy that caught her eye was his umber rhombus tipped tail that swayed happily in the air, "... I see your weak spot!" she teased back, grasping his prehensile appendage then inhaling the end of it in her mouth. A bolt of pleasure rushed up his spine, causing him to shiver in delight, "Ooohooho" he cried.
Eva's sadistic streak revealed itself as she grabbed his boyish manhood with his slender fingers, and her other hand decided to probe his dark cherry with her middle and ring finger. He nearly melted from the sensual caress, feeling that she was reciprocating his love, encouraging him to do the same. His tongue flicked at the celestial hermaphrodite's girthy mast, until he seized it by the base and pushed it into his orifice, humming lightly at the taste of it.
The angel deepthroated the flanged tip of his tail, gallivanting her tongue across the smooth surface, continuing her trifecta assault on his senses. Her fingers raked against the devil's anterior wall, massaging his P-spot in a vigorous circular motion while her other hand yanked at his uncut slab, treating it akin to a bovine's teat, tugging it up and down. He hummed loudly on her shaft, twisting his head on it rapidly to return the favor until he deposited a pool of white on her twin peaks, climaxing the hardest he's had in a long time.
His anticipation soon took ahold of him, eagerly excited to begin the main the course, prowling on the stone block with all fours then wiggling his hindquarters at Eva. She bit down on her lower lip, tempted by his offer to partake of his rear passage, "Yahweh forgive me for what I am about to do." she said, fallen prey to his teasing. Wilhelm felt her grab the base of his tail, catering to her sense of the taboo, arching his back as she pressed her saliva slick malehood against his dark star.
In one easing thrust, Eva pushed herself past his vicelike anal ring and grabbing his hips, her feathery wings extended out in the heights of her arousal. She started rocking her prominent hips into his, her mast throbbing against his sensitive walls, despite lacking experience in carnal arts. Wilhelm started bouncing back on her virgin lingam, swaying his hips on it, grinding his cheeks on her pubic mound, enjoying her efforts.
The seraphim awkwardly rammed herself with all her strength, causing her quarry to gasp at her novice vigor, then leaned forward in attempt to nibble at his neck. Her teeth on him was a welcome sensation, but Wilhelm preferred the taste of her gentle lips, rolling on his back then entwined their mouths together. Secretly, she was glad that they switched positions, able to delve into his hypnotic gaze while she gained a better angle, striking his weak spot in a soft embrace.
A jet of alabaster jettisoned from his mast, coating her skin in its abundant pearly essence, "Oh my, I'm sorry! Normally I don't get this excited..." Wilhelm said, his skin reddening from anxiety. A spark of sadistic inspiration seized Eva, before channelling her bottled up frustrations into a libido, "You know if you fail to please me, I'll use your own whip to lash your backside you worthless cur!" she taunted, brandishing her brutish aggression. He nearly lost it upon hearing her domineering threat, flustered by her sudden bravado until she took charge, forcing him on his back into a Missionary.
It was Eva's way of exhibiting her self control over temptation despite her position, pounding herself deep into the Brachina's hindquarters while she nibbled at his neck akin to a shark on fresh bait. Willy melted in submission for her attention, and her onslaught of what only he deemed as true affection, "Eheheheh..." he muttered, his mind slipping into the great beyond. She pressed her lips on his, savoring the invigorating touch of his kiss, her hand gently caressing back and gently scratching it with her groomed nails.
He completely lost himself in her tenderness, entwining his body around her contours, until a flood of angelic seed gushed in his backdoor, sending him writhing in splendor. A sense of relief appeared on the Seraphrim's expression, feeling a great weight falling off shoulders, "Phew!... I never knew what that felt like. Hey, I never caught your name?" she questioned, enthralled by his charm that she forgot to ask his name. The Brachina regained enough of his wit to answer her, "Wilhelm..." he replied, curling his toes in a mild spasm.
Eva watched her lover in his complete blissful surrender, giggling at his supposedly innocent demeanor, "I've the feeling Uriel wanted us to meet, Wilhelm..." she said, her heart beating and yearning for them to connect. She withdrew herself from his passage, before crawling atop of his chest and staring into his eyes, "As I detest saying this, I think I love you." she confessed. Wilhelm immediately beamed with happiness, wrapping his arms and legs around while he kissed her neck in an onslaught of affection, his tail whipping around in excitement.
An Aura of warmth bloomed between them that radiated from their combined presence, Evael wished to push the agenda further, rolling around on her back then spreading her wings out as well as her legs, "Come on and show me what kind of man you are!" she teased. Wilhelm blushed, truly infatuated with her personality, "If you insist!" he replied with an impish grin, pressing his uncut length toward her glistening lips.
She cooed in excitement before the abject realization she felt him press against something inside her, "Wait Wilhelm! Don't!" she warned but it was too late. He pierced through her hymen, as creeks of blood spilled onto the ceremonial stone slab, although he was too absorbed her heavenly depths to consider the consequences. The pain shortly subsided, replaced by the sensation of heat emanating from Wilhelm's body, "I have the strangest feeling that some celestial force wishes to kill me now. Ahh well, I've made stronger enemies amongst the gods." he said, considering he deflowered a seraphrim.
Evael contemplated the reprucussions, though there wasn't any rule against laying with devils, "Yahweh says not to lay with mortals but nothing says I can't lay another outsider. I suppose there is little consequence." she said, wondering if a cavaclade of Malakhim were descending upon them. She shortly found herself distracted by an onslaught of tender kissing on her, accompanied by a barrage of nips and bites, "Don't Fret, Tonight, You'll be my Venus and I'll ensure you feel like it." he teased, before she relaxed then closed her eyes to savor the sensations. Her mind focused on his efforts, envisioning him thrust in and out of body, savoring the union between them, feeling him suckle at her bosom and caress her body, "Is this the oneness that she spoke of? If so I don't wish for her to be wrong." she thought.
Wilhelm brandished his strength and agility, gyrating his hips at the speed of machine, eager to plant his Aufernal seed into her Divine soil. He couldn't remove his eyes from her beautiful form, affixed on her physiology, though his mind's eye centered it on her soul, sensing a resonation with it. He felt her arch her back in an orgasmic pulse, her passage quivered around his fiendish member and her cervix lowered to greet him, receptive to his repeated advances.
Her body felt it was bathing in light, enlightened by the plateua of love, if not romance itself, as her breathing attuned with his pace. In final thrust, Wilhelm buried himself deep in her, basting her heavenly gates in his ambrosia, "Thank the gods..." he said, finally relieved of his burden. Evael on the other hand was enamored by the sensation, "Why'd you stop? I was enjoying your 'company'." she said, detesting his 'absence' as he retreated from her loins.
Willy sat down on the slab in front of her, displaying his well-utilized appendage, "I could go for days on end like my father before me, but we could spend it on other things than creative love in the world. Close your eyes." he said, instructing her to seal her eyes for his surprise. She positioned herself upright, her loins oozing his froth, "As long as you don't get any twisted ideas." she replied, obliging her lover. He fished around for his pouch of holding off to the side amongst their clothes, inserting his hand in it and pulling out the Halo Uriel sent her for completing a certain task, "Would you believe it's a ring?" he said, tricking her into thinking of a wedding ring.
"Oh I wouldn't push marriage that quickly Wilhelm..." Eva stated, until she felt the sapphire halo he held activate, signifying her status as an Angel of Uriel's Cavaclade. She opened her eyes from the sudden surge of power, "...By the yahweh... How do you have this?' she questioned, curious but incredibly happy with his gift. Wilhelm's entire body turned a cherry red, his cheeks blushing crimson, "It takes a saint to know a sinner and a sinner to know a saint." implying his involvement with a conspiracy to test her resolve. Evael gently smiled at him with her soft pale lips, pecking him on the side of his face, "You sly devil! If only there more loving creatures like you in the world, I hope we have the chance create one ourselves soon." she teased, sending him through the roof, quite literally causing him to bolt through the temple ceiling and the several layers of earth....
...Several months later in the Third Halo of Heaven, in The Grand Library that laid underneath the azure clear seas of the celestial realm, The Archangel Uriel, in his usually modest attire was at the main desk speaking with the denizens whom were enjoying themselves in their earn afterlife until a baby nephalem found its way onto his desk. "Uriel sir, could you please mind Abbey til I return from my mission." Evael questioned prepared to set off on a quest for the other angels. It baffled him to how such a creature came to be in existence, despite adorable disposition with Ebon locks and pale skin, staring her potential caretaker with her gray blue eyes, "How did a nephalem enter Heaven, and an infant one at that?" he questioned.
Eva glared at him intently, "You don't see the family resemblance? The others say she looks more like her father but I think she takes after me in personality." she explained, considering she spent the past six months out of commission from her maternal duties. Uriel looked closely at the infant, realizing that she beared some resemblance to Wilhelm, lifting her up to inspect closely "Oh dear...What have I done." he said, until he felt her tiny hands on his face. The one weakness the Archangel possed was his greatest downfall, "...the hands of an innocent child, my only weakness..." he said, infauted with Abbey Lucianna's presence. The final blow to his mental fortitude was her speaking the words "Grandpa!" to him, acknowleding the oddly young looking angel as an elder.
Her mother watched her Archangel besmitten with her daughter, "I'll take that as a yes..." she said, quietly slipping off to perform her assigned task. A slip of paper slowly descended from above onto Uriel's desk, bearing an image of an emerald Arrow, a message from the Yahweh herself. Uriel took notice as he coddled his charge in his arms, overwhelmed with affectionate sensations, "At least my intentions didn't end up a complete disaster... I hate it when Samael's right." he replied, making faces at the babe. Abbey didn't take kindly to his expressions, before she suddenly shifted from the plane, disappearing from his arms, sending him into a panic...
...Meanwhile in the Great Inferno in the Circle of Wrath, on Samael's throne in his icy palace sat little Abbey burbling and gurgling happily until the throne room doors opened. A pale skinned angel with darkened eyes and braided hair entered, The Archangel Samael, known as Satan, the Prince of Wrath, saw the infant nephalem, "What in Heaven's name is a toddler doing on my throne?" he said, approaching her at a brisk pace. He picked her up, blankly staring at her in effort to figure how she made it here, "Do not think I'm not wise to your scheme tiny one, nor will your neotony affect my sensibilities...." he proclaimed, resisting her cuteness the best he could.
Abbey waved her tiny hands as if invoking some eldritch power greater than her adversary's, "...Yes my goddess I shall harvest the Milk of a Thousand angelic bosoms." Samael replied, hypnotized by her otherworldy abilities...