falling

“Same way you know that I won’t break you.” he wouldn’t make her promises that he could break, because deep down he knew she was right, at any moment he could walk in, invited or not. “You have to take it in faith. And believe that at my core I will always protect you.” At the end of the day he knew that breaking her or hurting her was not something he would enjoy. He may like it at the moment, because he knew he would, but after he would feel terrible, probably like he had never felt before. “If it all fails, remind me who you are to me.”.

At least they had a way to move forward, and most of all she was looking at him with that caring way she used to look at him. There was a small smile on his lips when she mentioned that she was going to listen to him, not that he doubted she would do anything else in her life. She wasn’t the brat type and at the end of the day he knew she put her trust in him, even if shaken at the moment. 

If you need me, you should tell me too

That and the kiss on his hand did it, he had been without her for too long, and he wanted his hands on her. He gripped one of her legs and pulled her until she was straddling his lap. “I will always need you.” And how deeply true that was “But I don’t know how to use you without breaking you. I was never allowed to have nice things.” he was still learning and part of him actually hoped that in the end of the day, no matter the mood he was in she would be able to help him. “and you are so far the nicest” And deep down he knew she wasn’t a thing, but that was the best way he had to put it. And at the end of the day, he still owned her. 

“You know you shouldn’t play favorites.“ he tried to smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes, but still he tried to lighten the mood, because it was tensed and with her in his lap, that wasn’t the mood he was looking for. “All of me likes you… and they might get jealous.”

Faith. It was a funny thing but Mercy had built her entire life around the concept of faith. Bringing up the promise had worked, it had kept her safe when she had been terrified. She could believe that it would be enough to stop him again but there was still a flicker of doubt in her golden eyes. “What am I to you?” she asked. “Am I a friend? A lover? A companion?” she asked, watching him closely, trying to decipher his thoughts. “Or am I a slave?”

Regardless of her questions, Mercy wanted this awkwardness between them to fade. She was mostly isolated in his home, without any friends or companionship outside of Samael. It didn’t matter what had happened, it mattered that they had this conversation and he didn’t push her away. Mercy wanted to be around him so she was grateful that they could talk to each other.

A small yelp of surprise escaped as she was pulled into Samael’s lap, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders to steady herself. Her expression softened and Mercy brought her hand up to cup his cheek. “I’m not going anywhere, Samael.” And not just because she couldn’t, Mercy didn’t want to. She had made that promise as well and now she would stay. “I’m not a thing,” she said softly, moving her fingers along his jaw. “I’m a person and if anything was going to have broken me, it would have happened already.” Mercy’s first few days and weeks in the city could have broken her, at some times she felt on that edge but he had saved her. “You’re still my saviour, Samael.” 

“Oh yes, please. Keep it between you two,” Brandon said genuinely followed by a snicker. Brandon listened to her and he looked at her with a look of pity. It was as if he was looking at a lost child that was beyond her depth. “Oh Mercy,” Brandon started, “Even after spending all this time with Samael, you’re still this naive.” He heaved a sigh as he raised his glass to his lips. “I’ll leave it up to him to educate you further.”

“Doesn’t mean you’re not,” Brandon returned smugly. At Mercy’s next words, he tilted his head at her. “And yet you still want to go back up to heaven.” Brandon leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees as a piercing gaze was set on the blonde angel. “If the opportunity presented itself and you had the chance to go back, would you leave Samael?”

Mercy knew when she was being teased so she didn’t dignify it with a response. She didn’t appreciate the look of pity either. Samael didn’t have to tell her what to believe or do, she could figure things out for herself but her faith, was hers. “Just because you both have lost faith, doesn’t mean I have. You’re all so quick to disregard everything but I won’t be.” The angel had seen the good and the bad but the bad came from people, from angel’s. Not God. Her faith had stayed firmly in tact, even if Samael didn’t believe. 

“It doesn’t mean I am, either,” she retorted. The question gave her pause for a moment because she wasn’t sure. Of course she wanted to go home but she had made promises to Samael and she couldn’t back out of them. The conflicting thoughts shone through her eyes and she turned away from him. “I don’t know,” she answered honestly. “I would like to go home but I don’t know if I would at the moment.” The answer surprised even herself.

He was making her shine. The more she gave into him, into his body, into the claim he was forcing into her the brighter she became. The angel had never questioned his actions towards her, Samael knew what he wanted, and he went for it. But if there was a single doubt about the way he treated her or how he deceived her, watching her this bright would have clear the doubt of existence. God would never appreciate the treasure she was, not the way he did. God would never make her this bright this happy. God took and demanded, and Samael, well, he also took and demanded, but he liked to think he gave something back in return. And most of all, the master would care for her, like she had never been cared for before. 

Mercy’s sounds filled him with joy, making him drive harder into her looking for more of her pleasure. His own satisfaction because a second thought, and that rarely happened to the selfish creature. But watching her smile as she lost herself to him was far better than the feeling of her around him. And that was saying something because she did fit him perfectly. Samael wanted to touch her face, he wanted to tell her how beautiful she was to him, but with his hands on her legs and his relentless need to not stop himself from enjoying her body he couldn’t do it. So instead he placed small kisses on her face, showing how much he enjoyed the way she was looking. 

Samael tugged on her bottom lip, pulling it from the grip she had it on “Don’t. I want to hear you.” she was fighting the sounds by how hard she was biting herself and there was no point. “That is it My Darling Angel. Let me take you” He enjoyed the way she surrendered to him, the way she he controlled that moment between them. He kept repeating sweet nothings in her ear, telling her how beautiful she was, how good she felt, how he wanted her. How she belonged to him. 

He felt her body starting to shake probably before she did, he had done this enough times to know when pleasure was about to explode.  As soon as it did it still shocked him how she griped him, how her body reacted to him, how she squeezed him to the point where he had to follow her down the abyss. His light radiated from him, involving all of her, touching all of her, adoring every inch of her shaking body. When it was all over he still held her against his, his light fading back inside him. He was panting against her, but he refused to move, refused to let go of her. 

She could feel the light pouring from her now, like it knew that Samael’s was calling to her. Mercy felt reassured that she had chosen correctly, that staying with him was what she was meant to be doing. As an angel, she always believed in fate and destiny and Samael felt like her destiny. God had let her come to Earth for a reason and she had thought it was to heal. But there was only one person she wanted to heal and she was wrapped up in his arms. If it wasn’t true, Mercy knew her light wouldn’t be shining so brightly and all for him. 

Mercy had never been taught how to enjoy pleasure like this. Everything she did was on instinct, from the moans and the way her body was moving. Her hips rolled, her thighs tightening around his hips to keep their bodies pressed together. When he pulled away, she was left feeling empty until he was deep inside her again. Perfect was the only way to describe how it felt to be with Samael. She didn’t have the words for how she was feeling so it came out in actions, wanting to cling to Samael and keep him close.

With the simple touch, her teeth released her lip and a moan slipped through, just for Samael to hear. It was hard for her to think clearly at all but it reminded her that they were alone, no one would hear what sounds she made just for him. “Samael,” she breathed, her arms tightening around his neck. Mercy couldn’t tear her eyes from him, kissing his cheek and jaw when he was close enough. She had been so caught up in their combined lights that she barely realised how her body was starting to react. 

SOFT NSFW ASKS - for @itsfallensamael

Mercy knew it would happen again but after their fight, she had been worried that Samael would treat her with care instead of being with him again. That wasn’t what she wanted though. There was nothing else in the world that made her feel as good as he did, making her feel wanted and cared for when their bodies were tangled together. Her head had fallen back against the pillows, her legs were pushed up so he could plunge his length deeper into her. 

She wanted to tell him how could it felt, but as she looked up, something twinged in her leg. It went from pleasurable to hurting very quickly. The moans stopped as the angel began to squirm under Samael’s body. “Ow, ow, ouch!” Reaching for her thigh, the angel tried to massage it to make it stop but the muscle was still twitching under the surface of her skin. “Cramp,” she squeaked. 

His expressions became somehow more serious as he looked at her “Don’t ever run from me.” it was as much as a request as it was a clear advice “Unless you want to be caught.” The master enjoyed the hunt, it was just engraved in his primal nature, that was why he was happy she hadn’t run that night, because hunting her would have sent him down a spiral that he wouldn’t be able to control. 

She made it almost sound so simple ‘Then don’t hurt me’ like it was something he did on purpose, like he had every way to stop himself from doing it. He had some ways, and he had done his best, but he wasn’t perfect, he never told her he was. “Do you?” because at time, not even him understood the way he wanted to care for her. It was too much, and somehow it didn’t look like enough, like he owed her more of his protection. 

Samael thought about her words, a way to avoid this. Staying away from her felt like the only right thing to do, like he did when he finally left her that night. But he didn’t want that, he didn’t want to have to avoid her, he didn’t want her guessing when he would just come in and throw her around. 

His head tilted to the side as he watched her smile, how he had missed it. and the put her trust in his hands and left him to find a solution. “Your room.” he said when the idea form in his head “I knew exactly what I needed that night and I walked into your room looking for a band-aid.” He had needed a full-blown fix that night “So I will be restraining myself from walking into your space without being invited in.” He had the house all to himself, but that one single room it could be just hers. “I can’t promise you that I will not get like that again.” it wouldn’t be fair for her, and it wouldn’t be fair for him. “But I can give you the space to make you feel safe, where you know I wouldn’t come in to hurt you.” that he could do. “if you ever feel like you are not safe, just go into your room.” it would be her panic room, her space away from his darkness. “Just promise me that if I tell you to go to your room you will do it. You won’t question me or go against me. you will just do it”.

“And I want you to give me time. It won’t be like that all the time.“

There was a clear warning in Samael’s voice and, for a moment, saw the look she had seen in his eyes. The intent was also clear, if she wanted to be playful it was fine but if she tried to run, in fear, he would enjoy hunting her. “I don’t think I’ll be running from you.” That wasn’t a game that Mercy was interested in playing with him. She wanted to be seen as his equal, not an animal to be hunted.

Maybe she didn’t understand why it happened and how he got so angry but she understood why it had happened. “I think so.” She didn’t know why he had gotten so angry but it felt like he just needed to be in control and, that night, he had lost some of that control and he was scrambling to get it back. Even if it meant hurting her. Mercy felt like she had no power in their relationship, whatever that relationship was.

Her room. It felt like that space had been violated by what had happened. Even without Samael in the house, she felt haunted by the vision of him at the end of her bed, feeling what had happened against her thighs. “How do I know you won’t invade that space? You say you can restrain yourself from coming in but what if you can’t?” Samael had lost some of her trust that night, it was going to take time to rebuild. Mercy didn’t want to dwell on the past though so she would have to trust him, just as she said. “I think it’s a good compromise. My room is my space and you have to be invited in.” It wasn’t like she owned the house or that she could over power him. Samael was stronger and terrifying, there would be no way to stop him. “I promise, I think if anything, this experience has taught me to listen to what you say.” Obedience was easy to an angel who had known nothing else in life.

“Don’t sell yourself short. You were brave. You still are.” It takes a lot to confront someone, but any crazy person can do it. There were times that the hard part was to stay quiet and stay still. Everyone knew of flight or fight because instinct called on action, she fought her fighting instinct “I saw your fear, I knew just how terrified you were of me, and you still wanted to help me. If that is not brave, I Don’t know what it is.” So yes, he was proud of her, of his angel.

He let the silence fell between them once again as she admitted she didn’t want to be hurt by him, but she saw no way around it. “I don’t want to hurt you.“ And maybe she was right, it might still happen, not physically, he had stopped himself, and the master was probably stupid enough to believe he could do it again. “Don’t underestimate how deeply I care for you” But he saw the way she scared him, and while he hadn’t hurt her, he hurt the trust she had in him. Right now that looked to be the worst.  

“I don’t want you to be apart from me either.” Same way he didn’t want to be apart from her “But I can’t bare the idea of you living in constant fear of me.“ his hand reached out, touching her face slowly, like he was afraid to hurt her just with his simple touch.

“I want to see your smile when you look at me… I don’t want to see you wonder which one you have to deal with when you find me.“ He knew he had to find a way of restoring her trust because right now he realized just how much he had missed touching her. 

Even with Samael’s reassurances, it was hard for the angel to feel brave. It felt like she had crumbled under him that night. She might not have ran but it was only because she was frozen. “It might be stupidity,” she pointed out. “Most sane people would run when an angel is angry.” But he was right, she had stayed to help him and that was why she remained. There was too much kindness in his heart for the monster to be the only possibility.

It felt inevitable. Something would happen again and they would repeat this situation. He would apologise and she would forgive him. At some point, someone would be hurt beyond repair. If Mercy was a betting woman, she would have bet that it was her who got hurt. “Then don’t hurt me.” It was more pleading than a request. “I can’t underestimate it because I understand.” Samael felt a fraction of what she did. It would hurt her more each time she lost him.

“Is there a way that we can make that not happen again?” she asked, feeling like she knew the answer already. Invoking their shared promise had worked once but there was no guarantee that it would protect her a second time. “I don’t want to live in fear and I want to be able to trust that you won’t hurt me.” Even when she was meant to be afraid of him, Mercy had craved his presence. 

Samael nodded as she thanked him for the honesty. He sat there in silence, letting her think about evrything he said. She had been quiet like he asked of her and let him tell her his side of the long story. He expected questions, but all he got was her looking at the distance as she processed everything he had said. The master wasn’t sure if he liked her silence or if he had preferred milion question instead. But now was his time to be quiet, he had nothing left to said to her, at least not for today. If she didn’t trust him after that he would have to give her more time, but eventually he knew he would get her trust back. 

Then she was reaching for his hand, her dedicated fingers laced with his, his eyes moved to the hands, just to be certain this wasn’t something he was just imaging. Her words made him look at her. He didn’t like that he had to leave her alone as well, but she needed the time, even if she didn’t see it. If they had this conversation before things probably wouldn’t have turn out the same. He lifted her hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss “I miss you too.” because he had, and even if he saw her from a distance it wasn’t the same. 

“I know you probably don’t want to hear this… but I’m really proud of how you behaved that night.“ he was still impressed by it if he was to be fair “You were so brave” even in all her fear she had stayed “Thank you for that.” Because that night could have gone far worst if she had let fear take over her.

Mercy didn’t like admitting how much she needed him. The past few days of radio silence between them had felt like forever. The master had made sure that she belonged him, he had claimed her in every way possible. It left her needing him around. She knew that he would be happy, she was dependent on him for more things than her freedom. But it wasn’t about what he had over her, she just missed him. It would take longer than a couple of days for her to process it all but at least she got answers from him. 

Her eyes stayed on their hands until it was pulled to his lips. She wanted to smile, to pull him in and kiss his lips when he spoke. It wouldn’t stop the hammering of her heart but she still found herself smiling. Lacing their fingers together, she brought her other hand up to play with his fingertips. “I wouldn’t call it brave.” Mercy had felt like a coward. She had been frozen in fear in his arms. Maybe if she was braver, she would have pushed him away or told him to leave but she hadn’t been. 

Instead, she had been terrified of what would happen if she moved an inch or spoke. The promise was all that had she had managed and it felt like it saved her from something terrifying. The time spent alone had given her time to think as well. Samael could have hurt her, he could have broken the promise and just taken what he needed. Even with his hand around her throat, he managed to stop himself. “I don’t want you to hurt me,” she said, hesitating. “But I think it might happen anyway and I won’t be able to stop it.”

“I want to know everything.“ wasn’t that the point “But we have time for all the questions. I have you now and you are not going anywhere.“ his possessive nature was showing, and he wasn’t the little bit embarrassed about it. “You are mine darling, and I’m going to enjoy you“ questions could wait. 

Was the way that she gasped his name that caught his attention to what was happening. There was a second of doubt in him as he wondered if it had been fear in heard in her voice. There was nothing pure in his light, he wasn’t sure if it still could be called angelic. Angels were bright and warm, they radiate hope and illuminate the darkness. His light on the other side was darker and cold, no one saw hope when they saw it, and it didn’t illuminate the darkness, if anything, it invited the darkness in. 

But then she was smiling at him, literally beaming at him. The brightness in her played around her skin, reaching out for him leaving goosebumps in every inched of his skin she touched. It felt good, better than what he was expecting. It didn’t burn him like he was expecting such pure thing to do, but it warmed him instead, like his own light used to do. And then he watched as the two  swirled around each other, it was almost mesmerizing how they fitted together. He told her once that ‘Light will never shine as bright as when it’s surrounded by darkness’ and shine she did, he wasn’t sure he had ever seen her this bright. It made him happy to see her like that. 

Samael felt her hand on his face, and then her lips. She wasn’t afraid. She got a glimpse into the imperfect way his light still shine, and she still kissed him. So he kissed her back, gentle at first, his way of appreciating such sweetness from her side. But soon he took over again, his kiss became demanding, claiming anything in his way. 

The same happened to her body, his grip tighten on her legs, and he set his pace, he gave her no room for indecision not just demanding from her body, but taking what he wanted as well, pining her to the wall with his strength. Encased in a ball of light they were in their own little world. The same way her body was intertwined in his, so was her light in his.   

"No, I’m not,” she promised. There was nowhere else that Mercy wanted to be than by Samael’s side. Another day, they could share thoughts and she would give him a chance to ask his questions. The possessive tone of his words didn’t make her nervous anymore, she wanted to belong to him and be safe by his side. “You’re right, I am yours,” she murmured, loud enough for him to hear. She was meant to be a creature of God but she didn’t belong to him anymore, she belonged to Samael.

She could feel her light beaming out of her, wanting to find his. It was beautiful and unlike any light she had seen from other angel’s but Samael wasn’t just a regular angel like she was. The smile on her face stretched wide, making her cheeks hurt from how she was looking at him. He had wanted her that his light wasn’t the same but it was nothing to hide either. The dark and light seemed to call to each other in equal parts. Instead of snuffing her light out, his only added to it, making it seem brighter. Or maybe it was because she was so happy for him, for them both, that it shone brighter than the sun. 

The kiss was Mercy’s way of accepting his light, telling him that she loved it as much as she loved her own. She didn’t expect to stay in control of the kiss for long at all and Samael was quickly taking over, his tongue dominating hers. She relaxed into the kiss, tightening her arms around his neck to stay pressed close to him. It felt like he was laying his claim and she was offering it willingly. 

for your muse to find mine… shivering from the cold ☃️

Ever since Samael had allowed her to work at the hospital, Mercy had been spending her days there, helping with healing patient or easing the pain of those in the emergency room. It was draining work but it helped keep the angel busy, and feeling fulfilled, like she was doing something helpful at least. In her rush to leave the house that morning, she had forgotten her keys. Something that she only realised once she was back at his home. After sending a quick text message to Sam, she took a seat on the front steps to wait. 

The change from day to night brought a cool change and Mercy was left wishing she remembered a sweater as well. She was rubbing her arms, trying to stop the chill from sinking in when she noticed someone moving up the drive way. It wasn’t Samael though and she stood to greet her. 

“Are you looking for Samael?” she asked, calling out when she saw the girl approach the front door. “He’s not home at the moment,” she explained. It might also explain why she was sitting outside and shivering like a fool. 

for your muse to find mine… in a dream 🔮 

The dreams had started after he had visited her that night. They started the same, the dark eyes, the tight grip on her body, the fear in her eyes. But after they talked and she had some clarity on what had gone on that night, the dreams still returned. They changed from something dark, hidden in shadows with a fearful whispers and promises, to something else entirely.

Every night he appeared in her dream, standing at the edge of her bed but this time she went to him without fear. Mercy still stripped out of her night gown for him but she enjoyed the way his eyes raked down her form, making her feel desired instead of afraid. She longed for his touch, even asking for it in soft whisper. When it came, it felt like the ghost of a touch as fingertips dragged between her thighs causing the angel to part her legs, asking for more. 

Just as she was on the edge of getting what she wanted, her eyes snapped open. The room was still dark, seemingly undisturbed but something told her she wasn’t alone. “Samael?” she called out, into the darkness. Her heart was still there, hammering loudly in her chest, the sound echoing in her ears. “Are you there?”  Part of her hoped he wasn’t there, knowing she could have said something embarrassing in her sleep. 

“I will always answer your questions. No matter what.” He had promised her that on the first day he claimed her, and even in his darkest hours he would stick to it. ‘I will be here to hear you and ease any doubt in you… even the ones you have about me.’ And if he wanted her to keep on coming to him, even after he scared her so much, he knew he had to be true to his word, and keep himself from hiding the truth from her.

His eyes followed her as she moved to sit next to him. He turned his body, his arm coming to rest on the couch behind him. He couldn’t help but to find some relief as she sat so close to him, even if he had preferred her to be in his lap or so close to him, that he could hold her under his arm. This was still something. Samael nodded at her request “Alright, I only ask you to keep all your question until I’m done.” because he knew that there would be questions. He began with an emotionless expression, a simple narrator to a story, like he hadn’t been relating events from his own life. “I was called into the L’Enfer to help. Slaves were going crazy in there, for most it wasn’t about escaping it was about destruction, they wanted to hurt anything in their path, even other slaves. It wasn’t pretty.” that would explain most of the blood on his body, and the wounds she had seen “So I’ve spent a good part of the day fighting them”. Once a soldier, always a soldier. 

“I was already worked up when I came home, I’ve been fighting for centuries now, I don’t see violence the same way as you do. For me is a natural thing, It can even be beautiful in its own twisted way.“ he wasn’t even ashamed of saying those words to her “And on my way here I found Anabel’s son.“ there was a tilt of Samael’s head as he remembered his old friend “I’m not sure if you remember her, but she fell for this human and had a boy.“ It all sounded so stupid to the master, he still didn’t know why his friend had done such a thing, but there wasn’t the point right now. “When sh-…“ Why was this the hardest part for him to say? “She sacrificed herself to keep the boy safe, she made me promise to protect him, and I did“ he nodded his head trying to find the pride in a promised he had kept “I kept an eye on him and his father for a couple of years, until I found this witch that did a spell to dim the boy’s light as long as he was closed to his father, so he wasn’t that easy to find.” he didn’t really get what the witch had done, all he knew was that it had cost him a pretty sum of money, and it worked, so he really didn’t care. “I checked on them from time to time. Boy was happy, curious” Samael found himself smiling at the word “But most of all he was safe.“ and that was the important part “So finding him here, about to be crush by some rocks was not a good thing for me.“. He knew he was talking too much, but he wanted to paint her a picture of everything that had led him to her room that night. 

“I brought him home with me that night, and I had to tell him his mother was death. He had come here, and got himself captured because he was looking for her.“ he shook his head, he was still mad about that even after all this time. “I was so mad at him I just wanted to hurt him.” and in a way he had “but I promised his mother that I would keep him safe. So instead I locked him in a room.” Harsh, maybe, but the boy had a bed for the night and a place he could be safe to sleep in. 

“When I came into your room that night” now came the part that she actually wanted to hear about “I was wound up, tensed, and pissed off. I had been fighting for most of the day and night and I just wanted something that made sense to me, I wanted peace. I wanted you.” Samael was selfish enough to wanted her, even when he knew he shouldn’t have done it. “And I was happy to see you sleep, it gave me a sense of calm for a while.” and he would have stayed there into the morning if he had to. “But then you woke up, and looked at me with such care in your eyes that it broke me.” And there it was, the part she might not like to hear “I didn’t want your care, I didn’t know, and I still don’t know what to do with it.” For the angel it didn’t make sense “After everything I did that day, I didn’t deserve it, or have a use for it… I wanted pain, your pain. I wanted to hurt you.” And While Samael knew this wasn’t a nice thing to say, it was true, and more than pretty words, he owed her that much. “But I made you a promise as well. And I much rather be sent to hell that to break that promise.” and that night, he felt like he was in hell. “And I know I scared you, and made you feel dirty. I know you saw a part of him that you didn’t know, but that is just that. A part.” Like Jekyll had Hyde, so Samael had this side to him. 

“You cried yourself to sleep.“ he answered when she asked why he didn’t check on her after. He did check on her, he listed on her from outside her door. “I wouldn’t be any comfort to you that night. I was your problem, not your solution.” As much as he wanted to be, as much as he wanted to tell her she would be okay, he knew he couldn’t. “The only decent thing I did to you that night was leave you in your room.”

For the first time, Mercy doubted him. Samael could be many things, she was starting to realise. Her nature was to take care and heal people but that night was the first time that she doubted her abilities. Some things didn’t heal, didn’t he tell her something like that? The angel hoped he would use this as an opportunity to be truthful and regain some of her trust. 

Being beside him gave her a small sense of release and she felt guilty for that. It could have been a trick but he had found some way to make Mercy crave him, his touch, his presence. She had longed to hear his voice when it was soft and teasing. As he began to open up, she nodded that she would stay quiet, pressing her lips against her knee to stop her from instinctively saying what was on her mind. There were things she had figured out herself, like where Samael had been and what might have transpired that night.

In a way, they were both soldier’s of god but no one had ever been as impressive as Samael. He was one of the greatest warrior’s she had known in battle. It made sense that he would be worked up after a fight. What she didn’t expect to hear was about another angel, one fallen for the person they loved. Mercy was saddened to hear of her passing. That was the curse of falling, you became more susceptible, you began a target. It was even more of a surprise to hear about her son and how Samael had locked him up in his rage, to protect him. Wasn’t that what he had done to her? Locked her up in L’Enfer, for her safety, to protect her. 

The next part of the story was the one she had been expecting and she shifted in her seat, holding tightly onto her legs. While she hadn’t been able to read his thoughts, she had seen the things he spoke of. Anger, fury, the desire to hurt and inflict pain. It was the same things that made her invoke their promise. A shiver of fear dragged down her spine, a warning that it could happen again. He was a creature who wanted to conquer and destroy and she was a healer. They were the opposite ends of the spectrum from each other. Perhaps he was right, perhaps she needed the time to process her thoughts and figure things out. 

He couldn’t help but to enjoy the words she used to describe him, and even more when she mentioned that even such praised didn’t do him justice. “Then don’t say them… just show me.”. People say pictures were worth a thousand words, same goes for gesture, and some gestures could mean a lot more. Everything he asked of her, her surrender, her adoration they all showed what she couldn’t put into words. And he wanted nothing less than that. But her words, were a sweet start. 

Her question forced a chuckle out of his chest. “Always.” he was a controlling person after all, and how else was he suppose to keep her safe and with him if she didn’t tell him what she needed, he was skilled enough to read her, but even that left room for improvement. Besides, he wanted her to tell him all, to feel so at ease with him that sharing her deep thought wasn’t a question to her. “But you may choose what you share.”  he placed a kiss on her cheek “I will only push you when I’m certain is the best for you”, like her deep-rooted fears and insecurities, if he was to fix them, he much known them. 

It’s had been a while since Samael held something this precious to him in his arms. She was everything he had wished for him and more. Something about claiming her body in such gentle way that made him appreciate the moment for what it was. It wasn’t rushed, there was still an urgency in their touch but it was to explore. He saw the torment in her eyes, but also that determination that assured him this was what she wanted, even when she may not even know it. And then he felt it, she’s moving at her own accord, no longer needing him to guide her. The pleasure sound coming from him showed his enjoyment. “Made just for me.” he moaned between kisses adding to their pace and pleasure. “Feel that” he moved his hips against hers grinding into her “That is how good you fit me.” and he so believed every single adoring word out of his mouth. 

His eyes started to shine bright, the dimmed angelic light in him sipping out of his vessel forming a bright circle around his naked body. The dark navy lines that had darkened his light waving themselves around his skin calling out to the bright light in her. He was so amazed by the feeling of her that he took him a little to see what was happening. Samael had told her how he saw her light, and when he shifted to see her he didn’t expect his own light to come after hers. But then again, he had never done it during sex before. 

“Kiss me” the order came clear. Now that you see it, do you still want me?

“I’m not that private of a person.” There wasn’t much she wanted to hide from him. There were a few things, the doubt and uncertainty she felt around him. Most of her thoughts were questions about Samael and how he felt. She knew they would remain unanswered, even if he heard her thoughts. Part of her knew that Samael would never share everything with her. There was something in his eyes that she still made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, trying to warn her even if she ignored it. 

“What would you want to know?” she asked. He had a way of making her speak what was on her mind already. If a question was asked, she doubted she would say no to him. The thoughts felt clear on her face know, shining through her eyes as she kept her eyes on him. Even through all her worries and sinful thoughts were drowned out by the gentle way he took her body, claiming it for himself. No one could judge her for falling into this trap, not when they were looking into his eyes.

Mercy knew what purpose she was made for and she was certain, this wasn’t what God had in mind for her. Despite that, Mercy couldn’t deny him or how perfect it felt. It was hard to deny that she was made for him when they fit so perfectly together. She could only answer him in a moan as his length pushed so deep inside her, adding to the pleasure she was already feeling. “Perfect,” she agreed. It wasn’t as though she had much practice but this still felt perfect to her. It didn’t feel like enough for him to fit her perfectly, she needed him to take control and show her how perfect it would feel. 

Samael’s eyes shone in the shadows, the light spreading from his eyes and circling around his body. “Samael,” she gasped softly, realising what was happening. His light was illuminating him, making him appear even more beautiful. If it were possible. The happiness she felt from seeing his light shone through her, pouring out from her fingertips and her smile. It seemed to know Samael’s light and moved to meet it like an old friend. The darker light did nothing to dim hers, it mingled and swirled wit hers. It wasn’t like her own angelic light, pale like morning sunshine, it looked like the moonlight but it was just as beautiful. 

It was good finally seeing her, even if she wasn’t smiling at him like he had gotten used to. It was funny how such a small gesture could mean so much. He had lived centuries without it, but now that he had seen it, the angel couldn’t image going back to a time when her smile was not a part of his day. He nodded at her greeting, but that was pretty much the only part of him that had moved. 

The angel followed her with his eyes when she moved closer, and even if everything in him was urging him to move closer to her, to hug her and tell her that it was all okay. But he stayed, Samael had already forced too much on her, now she had to be the one coming to him. “Thank you for reading it.” There had been a part of him that had thought that she might not read it. 

Silence filled the room once again. The master let himself enjoy her presence in the same room as him for a little longer. He knew as soon as he started to talk she might not want to stay and listen to him. “I know you have questions.” he finally ended the silence “But you might not like the answers.” But he still wanted to be true with her. 

Samael knew what he had done, but he also knew himself, he knew it could have been so much worse that what had been. He had stick to his promise. When everything in him told him to break he held back, and while he would understand that she might not see it the same way, there was hope that she might see that he had tried.  

She hated that there was so much distance between them. Mercy had become accustomed to sitting beside him or being in his arms and with the days that had passed, she realised how lonely she was without it. Without him. Even if it wasn’t touching him, she missed talking to him. The angel was too far from home and he was her only friend in this city, the only person who cared about her. 

It was a predictable answer, one that made her a little disappointed that their conversation would start already closed off. “Will you still answer my questions even if I won’t like the answer?” she asked. Whilst she might have felt like Samael was honest with her, most of the time, it might not have been the case. Though she was living with him, she was still his slave in a way, she had just been claimed which made her belong to him.

Mercy slipped into the spot beside him on the sofa. Turning to face him, she pulled her knee up towards her chest, wrapping her arms around it. She wanted to watch him while he spoke, she wanted to see if he would lie to her face. “I want to know what happened that night,” she said. There was no point in specifying what night, he knew what he had done and what had happened. 

Brandon smiled as he listened to Mercy. It was amusing how she convinced herself of her own delusions and a little surprising that Samael hadn’t let her see sense yet. 

“Well, I figured as much since that night,” Brandon said as he undid the button on his suit and sat down. “And I’m sure you’ve only grown to like it more after living with Samael.” He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees as he looked at the blonde. 

“But since you’’re so adamant you’re not corrupted, I’d like to pose you a question, or maybe a hypothetical situation more like.” He heaved a sigh before continuing. “I’m sure you’ll remember the night we spent together and everything we did. At the same time, I’m sure you’ll remember all the things you’ve done with Samael. Now imagine the folks up there -” He pointed up “- had some sort of video recording of everything you’ve done.” The angel chuckled. “Who are we kidding? They see everything. Of course they know what you did. With everyone up there having seen all that, if you walk up to the gates of heaven right now, do you think they’d let you in?” 

He paused for a moment before asking another question. “And since you’re so convinced you’re not corrupted, why are you still here?”

The other angel spoke far too familiar about these things. Mercy must have been the only angel in the city who didn’t have a dirty mouth and enjoyed some privacy in matters like those. “That’s between Samael and I,” she replied, trying not to let his words effect her too much. It was something between the two of them and she didn’t feel like sharing.

As Brandon sat down, she shifted towards him. The angel wanted to roll her eyes, of course this question was about him in some way. The hypothetical was enough to make blush colour her cheeks, turning them pink because it was true, they saw everything. Everyone in heaven enjoyed watching those beneath them. Her lips twisted and she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “They’ve seen more scandalous things than sex. It’s part of the natural order of things.” It wasn’t much of an argument but it was true. “I don’t think they would turn me away. Sinners ask for forgiveness all the time and are granted entrance to heaven, why would I be refused?” 

Her hand absently ran over the brand she had been given. “I don’t think I have to be corrupted to be on Earth,” she answered. The smug expression made her want to storm away but that would just be letting him win as well. “Samael asked me to stay with him and I have.” Mercy was still missing her connection to heaven but she didn’t want to think about what that could mean.