Demon (BoyxBoy) ✔️ Book 1

Chapter 17

The sound of a hammer being clashed against metal filled the room. Sweat beat down his body as he worked heavily on the project, the biggest smile on his fine lips. His wide jet black wings were wrapped around him, his raven hair laid messily in his face. His neon green eyes scanned the creation he had been working on for years now; it was almost finished. It was a long black staff with various cuts and designs on it. It radiated an immense amount of power from it, any human would die from coming in contact with it. Lucifer himself couldn't use the staff, though he created it. It was for someone important in his... rather long immortality.

''I hope he's fond of this one day...'' Lucifer finally muttered to himself.

''The Grim Reaper must have his Scythe.''

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Seth's POV

I walked out of the bedroom, confusion washing over me. How did I get there? Did something bad happen again where Jayce had to put me to sleep? And why was Jin sleeping in Jaxon's bed?

I made my way out to the living room, my eyes finding their way to Jaxon sleeping soundly on the couch. I couldn't help but smile as I slowly approached him. He laid on his back, his arms rested securely behind his head. He wore a simple t-shirt and boxers, his pants from yesterday were discarded on the floor. His glasses were still on his face... I figured he fell asleep with them on.

I kneeled down next to him carefully, cringing each time as the wooden floor creaked. I didn't want to wake him from the sleep he was in... I noticed he doesn't sleep a lot.

I slowly brought my hands up to his face, wrapping my fingers around the sides of his glasses. I pulled them off, resting them on the nightstand beside the couch. I looked back at him, my eyebrows furrowing.

He had a huge black and blue mark on his left eye. I figured it would be healed completely in the next few hours, or Jayce could heal him... but It still upset me. What happened to him?

I broke my gaze from his eye, glancing over to the plum colored blanket wrapped around the arm of the couch. I figured he was freezing... It's very cold in this house. He must have fallen asleep quickly.

I pulled the blanket over his body, glancing nervously up at him. He was still fast asleep.

I slowly brought my hand to his cheek, running my thumb gently over it. He truly was a handsome guy, no doubt about it. His skin was soft, a beautiful olive tint to it. He had faint freckles running across his smaller nose. His lips were plump, but he had a bigger bottom lip. His lips were a soft pink; they brought color to his face.

I brought my hand up to his hair, running my fingers through his dark brown locks. His hair was soft too, along with his skin.

I couldn't help but glance back down at his lips. I couldn't get over how pretty they were. I mean, everything about him is pretty... Am I allowed to say that? It's kind of a weird term to call a man... But he really is pretty. Beautiful maybe...

''Hey... that felt nice. Why did you stop?''

I broke my gaze from Jaxon's lips, looking up in his direction. I furrowed my eyebrows, taking my hand away from his hair.

''Were you awake this whole time?'' I asked him, feeling the blush rise to my face. He nodded his head slowly, a smirk resting on his pink lips. ''You're not the best at walking carefully, Angel.''

''I'm sorry for waking you up...'' I murmured. He shook his head, slowly bringing his hand up to my cheek. He ran his thumb slowly across it in a comforting motion, gazing up into my hair.