Page 18 of Azriel

And in the end, he might die, and he had no idea what awaited him after that. Why should he suffer a potentially painful death at the hands of some demon for the side he didn’t even like?

It took him a while to calm down. He’d already thought about running away plenty of times, and he’d been seriously contemplating it lately. The human world scared him because they’d all think he was a freak, and he’d run out of energy there. Bye-bye magic.

But since it was better than dying in battle, he’d experimented by using up a lot of energy a few days ago. The lower his energy was, the hungrier he grew.

Angels had gone to Earth before to study the humans, and some said they were fine with the hungry feeling. It didn’t really bother them, but others grew miserable and desperate.

Azriel was rather desperate now, and it gave him an uncomfortable feeling like he would soon starve to death. He wouldn’t die without energy, and the logical part of his brain knew that, but the hungry side was getting to be a lot, and it was hard to ignore.

At the same time, he didn’t want to feed either. He’d been having several bad days in a row already, and that always made it too difficult.

Unvern came in without knocking which Azriel hated although he kept his mouth shut. If he said anything, Unvern would tell him to get over it.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he folded his grey wings closer.

Azriel pointed at the floor. “I have to go in a month.”

“Oh, I got the same thing this morning.” Unvern picked up the parchment. “Have you been crying? You knew we’d have to go at some point. Someone has to kick demon ass, and they’re not going to do it themselves.”

“We’ll never win or lose. It’s just the same shit! I don’t want to fucking die out there.”

Unvern shrugged and tossed the parchment on the side table opposite Azriel’s side of the couch. “Obviously, some make it out.”

“Yeah, some.”

“Look at what’s-his-name up the street. He’s almost two hundred, and he stayed in the army his whole life. He made it, and he’s not eventhatgreat of a fighter. If he can do it, we can too.”

Azriel drew up his knees and swiped at his cheek. He probably wouldn’t be that lucky. He’d be more fodder, and that’s why they’d let him go after he’d served his purpose years ago.

Unvern sat next to him. “Since we’re both going, we should start making some pearls.” He raised his eyebrows.

Azriel stared at his knees. “I don’t feel like it.”

Unvern sighed as he ran a hand through his brown hair. “You didn’t feel like it a few days ago either. When are you going to feel like it?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m really tired of when you go through these periods where you say don’t want to have sex, and you get all strange-”

“I can’t help it when I have bad days!” said Azriel.

He’d tried to tell Unvern why, and it was pretty obvious what had happened, but angels never liked to speak ofthosethings. It was easier to pretend it didn’t happen for others, and Unvern hadn’t wanted to hear of it at all. He said Azriel needed to get over it because that was years ago, and if others got over it just fine, he could too.

Unvern was silent for a few moments before he rolled his eyes. “Are you going to have bad days in the army too? What about when we bond? Are you going to deny me then too when you feel like it?”

Azriel’s eyes stung. He’d gotten with Unvern because he’d seemed so nice, but he didn’t want to stay with this angel for the rest of his life. He’d tried suggesting that they take a break, and that hadn’t gone well, so he'd been too scared to break things off entirely.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” Unvern stood and held out his hand. “You won’t be having a bad day after I make you cum. When you get like this, you just have to suck it up and deal.”

Azriel shrunk into the corner of the couch. Unvern’s arousal in his trousers was clear, and he could taste the sweet energy which meant the other angel was certainly having some dirty thoughts. The hungry part of Azriel’s brain said to do whatever to get more energy, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to bear having sex.

“Come on,” repeated Unvern.

“Maybe tomorrow,” mumbled Azriel.

“Not tomorrow. Now. You need to get over this crap and stop overthinking everything. If you think I’m putting up with this shit when we leave to report, you’re wrong.” Unvern grabbed his arm and started to pull him from the couch.

“Let go of me! I don’t want it.”

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