The angel grins down at the incubus hungrily “You forget, angels aren’t just messengers of peace. We’re warriors, too. We’re who you send to a city for Judgement, for immolation.”

The incubus tugs at the cuffs pinning xir wrists close to the headboard “I’m getting an idea of it. But I like you, sweet thing. I know you’re not going to hurt me.”

Author: corvidcraft

What's up! I'm a northern Canadian artist/writer. Poli sci student by education, acrylic painter by passion.

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