"Don't move." His husky voice spoke below a whisper, my shoulders pressed against his muscular chest. I relaxed, feeling the small flutter of his wings as I reached out to stroke the long tempting feathers. His wings extended, slowly wrapping themselves around my body.
"What are you doing?" I'd drop my arms to my side, with sudden realization.
He chuckled lowly, leaning forward to place his face close to mine. His lips were dangerously close. "Protecting you."
It is said that God's most precious and trusted creatures are the angels. They are guided by Him, and they obey His orders. They keep the mortals safe. There is eventually one accomplishment they seek to achieve for the human race. Purity.
It is said that some turned away from Him, following Lucifer down to Earth and Hell, where they were banned from Heaven. The Fallen. Their wings black as night; their hearts even darker.
It is said their dark possessed hearts can never be cured. Their strive for rebellion, death, torture, and power can never be taken away from them.
Was I the only one to prove them wrong?
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