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“Then stop talking and start worshipping.”
“Do you like that, lover?”
I wrapped a hand around his silver hair and jerked his head backward, thrusting my hips into him hard enough to make him gasp. “And if I hold you by the wings and fuck you senseless? Because that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

Excuse me, Phelan😳 I wasn’t aware of your game🙃🥵🥵🥵🥵

“Remiel?”
“Hello, lover,” the angel said. As soon as I was within arm’s reach, he grabbed me around the waist and yanked me against his chest, crushing his mouth to mine.
“Mors ad caelos,” he said softly, pressing his forehead to mine.
He took my hand and lifted it between us before kissing each knuckle slowly.

Remiel is sooo gone for his Phelan🥹🩶

The realization hit me so hard it nearly broke me.
Love. Love, the only way a demon knew how.
“Ubi amor, ibi dolor,” Remiel said as tears crested my cheeks. Where there’s love, there’s pain. “It’s a lesson God teaches us all. You, of all people, should know that, lamb.” He brushed the salty droplets away with his thumb, offering me a small, sad smile before he turned and headed toward Beliar 😭💔

“Still, as I was swept away from the battlefield to my own personal prison in the deepest pits of Hell, I could hear Phelan’s voice over my own tormented screams. Maybe that was as close to Heaven as I’d ever be again. To have been loved by him, against all odds.”

😩😢🥺🥹😭💔

“You’re so strong,” I whispered, my nose brushing his, his breath warm on my face. “You’ve survived so much already. You’ll survive this, too.”
“I don’t want to survive. I want to live. With you. Please.” he peppered me with desperate kisses, anywhere he could. My face, my throat, my lips.
Pressing my lips to his, I tried to kiss away the sadness and the saltiness of his tears. 😩💔😭

“In the blink of an eye, I gave up everything—for you! Because for reasons I will never understand, I somehow mean more to you than I do to any of them. Stupid lamb or not, I trust you, Remiel, not them. And now I’ll find the ring and kill Hazael once and for all. For you. You ungrateful, self-centered, psychotic asshole!”

Just Phelan’s way of saying he cares for Remiel🤣😂

“You’re mine,” he whispered against my lips.
“I’m yours,” I reassured him, pressing kisses to his face and down the side of his neck to his shoulder. “I’ll always be yours.”
He wrapped his arms around me tighter, holding me.
I smiled to myself, nuzzling the curve of his shoulder.
His wings shifted and stretched, wrapping around us.

Not them being so adorable together😩🥺🥹🫠

“Even in sleep, he laid his hand on my wing and ran his fingers along the edge of the feathers. At this point, I didn’t think the gesture was meant to soothe me in the slightest—I think it was solely to comfort himself.
Either way, I craved the feeling. I craved him. Everything about him.”

The Prince of Hell down bad for his Necromancer🤭🫠

“No,” I said softly, pressing my forehead to his and cocooning us in my wings.
“Why not? Because you want to see me suffer? Is that it?”
“No.”
“Then why won’t you let me go?”
“Because you’re mine. You’re not your mother’s son or Beliar’s scion or some Necromancer at the beck and call of your Congregation. You, Phelan Oliver, are mine. Until the end of days.”

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“Then why haven’t you given me the sight?” I arched an eyebrow at him.
“You have no need of it,” he replied blithely.
“Why is that?”
“Because I’m not letting you out of mine.”

Swoooooon😩🥹🫠🫠🫠🫠