an angel

“She’s ready for you.” The female demon walks away from him, and Asmodeus confidently strides into the room.

Once in, he sees that there is no bed and no baby, just another demon. She has glowing blonde hair, dark skin with whiter spots doting her body like paint in a water cup. The woman has two huge wings, spreading and touching the ends of her hut, Angel wings. Asmodeus stops, the scene the demon peers at makes the lustful demon’s blood curdle.

“Who are you? What do you think you’re doing down here? Did father send you?”

The woman is sitting on the ground, eyes closed. “Hush, I don’t wish to be disturbed quite yet. Especially by the likes of you. You are not my target, so leave before you become it.” Asmodeus scoffs, taken aback by the woman’s commanding tone.

“Now I know you are not talking to me like that. So I’ll ask again, who are y-”