[M] A Reunion of Angels

"If that was the truth than I would rather live in a beautiful lie."

He murmured, Belial had lived so long on Earth as the most powerful being, he was always holding himself back, treating people with as much tenderness as he could muster in order to avoid killing others by accident, as he had done when he first emerged from the pit of Hell.

He knew why Achinoam had said them, but he would've rather not have heard them at all in the first place.
Belial didn't want to be compared to Angels because he was not an Angel anymore, their species were as separate as Lycans and Elves now.

Slowly Belial leaned his head down and laved his tongue over the deep gash on Achinoam's chest.

"And for each lie you spoke while living in your beautiful lie I would kiss you as I promised."

He leaned forwards, pulling against his cuffs a little so he could kiss the Demon once more. A soft whine sounded when, instead of kissing him, Belial ducked his head to lave his tongue over his chest.

A soft hiss sounded when Belial's tongue pressed against once of the gashes.

The cuts weren't clean. His flesh had been torn open, not sliced cleanly. They hurt.

But he couldn't bring himself to cry out in pain.

Belial looked up at the man with unsure eyes, he didn't know whether he wanted the Angel to kiss those lies away, ignorance truly was bliss.

He gave a heavy sigh and leaned up, kissing Achinoam softly. He had only been here a few hours and Belial's emotions were already running rampant, it was confusing, and frustrating, and the Demon was unsure of what he wanted.

Reaching up he uncuffed the Angel's wrists, freeing his arms from his bindings.