Demon Turned Lover [BxB]

Apple tree

The wound was now clean and started to close. "Please."

"But while I have time, do you have any questions?"

"Well...if what you're saying is true. What am I even supposed to do with him?" I questioned.

"Well to be frank, the only reason we do this is so they don't cause havoc on earth- and in hopes of turning them into a better person so they can enter Heaven."

"What? How can you turn them into a better person? They're demons for a reason," I retorted.

"That may be true but, we don't have a choice."

"But this isn-" Adona shoved a page in my face before strutting to the opening of the marble gazebo, the feathers from her wings brushed against my cheek. The cloak-like dress she wore bounced alongside her wings—that were almost as tall as her, and arced off of her back. She stood there in silence with her fists clenching and unclenching, almost as though she was contemplating something.

"Mammon has had many guardian angels and none managed to convert him. Good luck, you're going to need it."

       With that, she was off the ground and away.

"What the- Adona wait!" I called after her but there was no point, she was too damn fast.

I leaned back on the marble pillar, running my fingers through my hair out of perturbation; the realisation that I was belike going to die attempting to convert him finally began to sink. Tears welled up in my eyes, clouding my vision before coursing down my face. Was this really the way I would go out? To die, and leave everything I ever cherished behind just to convert some rogue?

Why had they chosen someone so inexperienced to guide a demon that outmanoeuvred even the strongest of guardian angels? Even if it was for the greater good, I didn't want to leave the place I called home for the past millennia.

The air of melancholy surrounding me was starting to be consumed by fury and frustration. Wiping the seemingly endless tears, I crumpled up the page and stuffed it into my pocket. This had to be a mistake, I just knew it.

I strode over to the eroded edge of the precipice and examined the blue sky, the cloak-like shawl attached to my blazer fluttering. I could see a bird-like figure flying in the distance. It couldn't be Adona, right? She should have been far gone by now, or could it be someone else? Ah, screw it. I outstretched my wings and chased after the figure, following its every move. Each turn, each loop, whether it slowed down or sped up, everything; yet I still couldn't identify who it was. Its wings were covering them, almost in a protective manner, but I had ruled out the possibility of it being Adona.

          Whoever it was, should have seen me by now. Angels had keen hearing and eyesight, some could even sense the presence of another being around them—like me—yet they took no notice of me.

       The figure slowed down before swooping down into a forest glade, and so did I.

       I landed on the overgrown grass as my eyes scanned the area to find the one I was chasing after—I strolled past crystals mushrooms that glimmered, ferns hiding curious critters, painite and green beryl resting on roots. But the area looked vacant. There was no trace of them. That was odd. I could have sworn I saw them come down here. I activated mind's eye—an eye that hovered over my head, capable of seeing things better than my own could. It looked through the gaps of the trees, before stopping on a raven-haired male standing in front of an apple tree.

      He was holding something, which I presumed to be an apple. Was he the one I was following? Whoever he was, he definitely felt familiar—oddly familiar.