Page 1 of Azriel

Prologue

The angel children grew quiet when they saw who the visitor was. The innocent ones who still didn’t fully understand his presence stared at Red with wide eyes as he walked between the rows of bunk beds. The older ones were more interesting in some ways because they knew why he was here although they never said a word.

They didn’t understand how sweet such young energy was or how a black pearl tasted and left him brimming with energy. Nothing was more powerful.

The barrier had to stay up, and a way to fight the demons had to be found. This job was a necessity for the greater good, but Red couldn’t pretend he didn’t enjoy it. The older ones wanted the barrier to stay up, and they knew the greater good would benefit all of the angels in the long run.

Of course, nobody ever wanted to volunteer. They wanted the benefits while someone else suffered the price.

But that was fine since Red preferred picking his sources. Why not have someone who fit his tastes while he did the job he enjoyed? It was also better when he had someone who didn’t know what to expect yet. Those who grew up and weren’t used had their innocence worn and scraped away simply by knowledge, and then, there were the ones Red taught.

He got to take that fresh innocence and break it.

A blond angel of about thirteen sat on one of the beds across from another, and a chess board sat between them. He wasn’t too big or small, and the records said he wasn’t particularly fast or showing any special skills at fighting yet. He was average, and there was nothing wrong with that. For this, it was rather good because it meant the army wouldn’t be losing a potentially excellent soldier.

If this fresh soul cracked and ended up useless later on, it would be of no great loss to the power of their side when it came to fighting. Red typically killed his sources after a time because the greater good sometimes damaged them too badly to function. But occasionally, those who were used were permitted to go back to Children’s Camp if they seemed mentally strong enough with no lasting physical injuries. Red would use this young angel as needed, and if he didn’t break under the strain, he could live his life like the rest.

The angel was so sweet and innocent-looking, it would be a shame to kill him, although Red would certainly enjoy feeding from him. The angel looked up at him with big blue eyes that lacked true understanding. Red knew this was the one he’d use.

He always liked it when the innocent ones cried. It made the pain so much sweeter.

Vali

Vali gasped at the sudden weight that yanked him from sleep. The rest happened too fast for him to fight. Cloth was shoved into his mouth before he could yell, and his face was pressed into the pillow.

His first coherent thought was that they were being robbed, and whoever had broken in would kill Mother or at least hurt her. Maybe they already had. The thought filled him with so much terror, he tried to thrash on the bed, but whoever was holding him down was much stronger. It didn’t seem to take much effort for his assailant to tie his hands behind his back while still keeping him pinned.

Vali tried to spit out the cloth so he could scream and pray that a neighbor heard him even though that was unlikely. It was pushed in more before another strip was tied around his head.

He settled for muffled pleas that no else would hear.

The person took their knee out of his back to straddle him. Vali whimpered and pulled at the ropes as he assumed something sharp would enter his back or slide across his throat in a few seconds.

Then again, why hadn’t they already done that if they only wanted to get rid of him and continue robbing the house?

A hand slid under his chest, and he wished he’d worn a shirt to bed even though that wouldn’t offer much protection.

“Shhh. I won’t hurt you. Just do as I say. I don’t want to hurt you.” The person sounded a little panicked as they whispered, but Vali probably imagined that.

Vali struggled as he was flipped over, but the other was stronger.

What the hell did they want? Moonlight came through his bedroom window, and he blinked as he tried to take in the sight. He had to be dreaming. None of this was real even though the hands fumbling at the ties of his sleep pants felt too solid. The sound of a cork popping, the glint of something, maybe glass…it seemed like it was all actually there and happening.

But he was definitely dreaming. Angels didn’t come down to take advantage of helpless humans trying to sleep. It was just one of those strange ones where everything seemed real like that time he dreamed that all of his teeth fell out. He’d woken up in a panic after that one.

If this was a dream, why not see where it went? It’s not like it would actually harm him, and it was about damn time he got some action, although it figured it’d be fake.

Cool fingers slid under the edge of his sleep pants, and the other person paused before they pulled them down. The voice had been male, but this was surely a woman since he’d never dream of a guy doing this, right? He immediately lifted his hips a little, and the other slipped down.

Something cold and wet dripped onto his flaccid dick, and he jumped a little.

In the moonlight, he could tell that his attacker had pale hair, but even more surprising were the wings stretching out on either side of him. With the dimness, it was hard to make out the actual color, but he figured they were white. Angels always had white wings in paintings.

Why the hell would he dream about an angel tying him up and fisting his cock?

This had too much feeling. Had the one with his teeth falling out felt so real? He wasn’t sure anymore, and with the angel stroking his thickening cock, it was hard to think. It was definitely a dream since this was too close to his fantasy which would never happen in real life.

The whitish smoke that started to form around them was certainly a figment of his brain, and he relaxed. He stiffened a bit as the angel’s length was pressed against his. Okay, this wasn’t a lady angel after all. His fantasies had always involved women, so he thought his dream would consist of that too.

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