Alek_Brendan

In a world divided between celestial purity and abyssal darkness, an angel and a demon cross the boundaries of fate.

Azarel, a warrior of Asphodel, was born from the last spark of a dying star—destined to shine, destined to destroy the darkness that threatens his realm. But when he discovers a mysterious relic that connects him to Kur’thaal, the forsaken land of demons, his certainty begins to waver. And when he meets him—the demon with ember eyes and forbidden power—his destiny begins to unravel.

Vael has never believed in mercy. Shaped by war, bound by runes, he fights for survival in a world where weakness means death. But the moment he lays eyes on the angel—beautiful, untouchable, staring at him as if he were something more than a monster—everything changes.

What begins as defiance turns into obsession. What should have been hatred burns into something far more dangerous.

When Azarel throws away everything to save Vael, Heaven turns its back on him, and Hell waits with open arms. Now, bound together by fate, desire, and the weight of their choices, they must navigate a world that would see them both destroyed.

In the war between light and darkness, love was never meant to be an option.

Errant Wings (BL) (BoyxBoy)

For the first time in what felt like eternity, he wasn't waking up to cold marble floors, to endless light, to the suffocating weight of expectations.

Lioren barely moved, his breath even, his mind still caught in the haze of sleep. He could feel Vael next to him—close but not suffocating, his body a solid, steady heat.

Their limbs weren't tangled, but their proximity made every inch of contact electric.

Lioren exhaled softly, his fingers twitching against the fabric of the makeshift bed.

I shouldn't feel this way.

The weight beside him stirred, muscles stretching beneath warm skin.

Fingers tracing lightly over his cheek, calloused but gentle.

His silver eyes fluttered open, just in time to see Vael watching him.

Half-lidded, still heavy with sleep, but unmistakably awake.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Vael's fingers ghosted over Lioren's skin, trailing down slowly—deliberate, lingering.

Before Lioren could process it, he was pulled closer.

Their bodies barely an inch apart, heat radiating between them.

Lioren's pulse slammed against his ribs.

His lips parted slightly, but no words came.

His body went rigid, heat rushing to his face as Vael chuckled, deep and low.

Lioren scowled, turning away quickly.

Vael hummed, fingers still resting lightly on Lioren's waist. Holding him there.

Lioren clenched his jaw, still burning.

The moment they stepped out of the chamber, the weight of Kur'thaal settled back onto their shoulders.

His entire body shifted into something sharper.

And Lioren was walking beside him.

"This is just the beginning," Vael muttered as they walked.

Vael exhaled sharply, his eyes flickering toward the city below.

Lioren frowned. "Kur'thaal and Asphodel have always been at war."

Vael nodded, but his expression darkened.

"This is different," he said. "Something's coming. Something Lilith has been preparing for."

She was a name that lingered in the air like a shadow—silent but all-consuming.

And he had no doubt that she was watching.

When they reached the base of the tower, Tix was already there, leaning casually against the stone, a smirk on his face.

Lioren rolled his eyes. "I was—"

"Busy?" Tix interrupted, grinning.

Vael ignored them both. "Where's Vehla?"

Tix shrugged. "She's making rounds. You know how she gets."

Vael nodded, turning serious. "We need to move carefully. Lilith is planning something, and whatever it is—it's going to change everything."

"We've been saying that for months," Tix muttered. "But if you're finally saying it, then it's worse than we thought."

Vael's jaw tightened. "We need to be ready."

This wasn't just about survival anymore.

And he had already made his choice.

Soft Mornings & Darker Threats