Demonic Eyes (M|M)
I looked at him, and again, I saw that angel- that angel with his gunmetal blue eyes, as if a land was captured in them, skies and seas and cornflower stalks, true royal beauty, with feather white hair, and wings made of clouds, and snow.
Then, it faded. Crispy black hair, and smoldered, ashy wings, like the snow had been caught next to a fire, ash, and debris settling over top of it. Eyes, dulled, rings of red around them, like the reddest roses I had ever seen, the white roses painted with the veins of the castle guards, blood staining the petals crimson.
I didn't have any choice, did I?
Years after the events in Fallen Angel, Asce and Olivier are serving under Lord Lucifer as normal as two demons could be. They kill in the name of their Lord, collect more souls and demons for their home, and make-out. A lot.
Despite it seeming like everything has ended the way Asce wanted, he can't help but feel like it's wrong. He dreams of the Olivier he once knew, long ago- the quiet, sweet, but spitfire angel who only wanted to do good in the world.
These doubts make it a terrible time for a new war to begin, but wars don't wait on anyone. Asce and Olivier are soldiers, fighting for supremacy on the battlefield, but will their simple position turn into something more? Is it possible for two, unknown soldiers, to become a defining force in what quickly seems to be the final battle between heaven and hell?
Please read Fallen Angel first, as it takes place before this story.
This story is rated MATURE, for themes of violence, and smut.