#demon!connor

It was unusual not to see his co-workers nearby, the pair were always around to keep an eye on Connor. Most thought Collin and Conrad's interests were more along the romantic lines, but Connor knew better. Most days, Connor was a android detective, Lieutenant Anderson's partner. In reality Connor was none of those things, he was a demon, more specifically a fallen angel. Traditionally, angels and demons could only possess a body if the current soul let them in and that usually effectively destroyed the previous soul. However, thanks to humans desire to create, their latest androids had provided the perfect vessels for angels and demons. They didn't need permission and this is why things on earth had grown more dangerous than ever.

Humans thought that the androids gaining sentience was a virus, a deviancy. However, it was something more than just that, something humans couldn't exactly see. Connor looked up from his terminal, expecting to see Collin or Conrad show up, but nothing. It was eerie despite how much Connor tried to get away from the two. He didn't want to admit it, but he had started to enjoy their little game. Trying to blend in with humans while underneath they were at war with each other. Connor liked the way the two chased him, they way they fought until they were breathless and exhausted.

"Lookin' for Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum?" Hank's voice drew Connor's attention, making the omega demon turn his gaze towards the old human alpha. Hank was the only human to know what Connor exactly was and still the man welcomed him in like a son. Connor wasn't exactly a bad demon, he just questioned the moral judgement that the higher ups in angel hierarchy had made. They hadn't valued individual human life, treating humans more like animals. Hank was the reason why Connor was a demon now, cast out from heaven because he had valued the human's life above the angels' mission. He had supposed to destroy the ability to allow angels and demons to possess androids which would effectively remove him from this plane of existence as well. He hadn't been able to face the fact that he'd never see Hank again.

It was selfish of him, but that's why he was a demon now and he had made it his duty that the demons who did possess androids didn't step out of line. He felt they should be able to enjoy life with humans, but some demons only had real trouble on the brain. Angels thought all demons were sorely evil, so they had sent not only the soldier angel Collin down, but the arch-angel Conrad down to deal with the traitor Connor. Despite the fact it was two against one, Connor still managed to escape them, always one step ahead of the two. Except now they were completely missing, what if Connor got up to no good?

"Yes, its unusually they let me out of their sights and I highly doubt they trust me enough not to get into trouble." Connor stated in a worried tone, pushing himself up to his feet as he was already determined to go out and find them. What if something happened to them? The thought made him frown, he always though Collin and Conrad would be indestructible, but what if they had faced a powerful demon? Or a group of them?

"Well, go on and find their sorry asses, those two shouldn't be left unsupervised for too long. I got everything covered here." Hank waved his hand to shoo Connor off, the demon grateful as he hadn't wanted to leave Hank to do all the work. He'd make it up to the Lieutenant later, for now he had two angels to find.

Connor decided to first look around the station before extending his search elsewhere, assuming the pair wouldn't be far from Connor since he had been their mission. As he began to walk towards the break room, his dark brown eyes caught sight of something on the floor. Crouching down, he studied the light brown speckled feather, definitely Collin's. Humans wouldn't be able to see it thankfully as the feather was quite large and he didn't want the other workers thinking there was a large bird loose in the station. As Connor continued on, he made his way through the break room, only to find more feathers on the ground, this time near black feathers had joined in, Conrad was loosing feathers too.

Concerned, he began to follow the trail down the hall and the number of feathers being lost were starting to make Connor panic, had there been a fight Connor didn't know about? The trail ended at the evidence locker, the two might've tried to go someone secluded to continue the fight so no human would run across them. Connor pressed his palm against the hand scanner, allowing himself access to the room. As he pushed open the door, the conversation within the evidence locker stopped before Connor to grasp what was being said. When he stepped into the room, Collin and Conrad were already staring at him, looking guarded at his sudden appearance. Connor frowned and narrowed his eyes in suspicion, there was no fighting going on and neither seemed to have been roughed up.

"What is going on here? There's feathers everywhere outside, I thought you two were attacked." Connor motioned towards the door and to the hall outside, he looked irritated now that he knew he'd been worried for nothing. Not only that but he'd worried over these two, they were supposed to be enemies... or something. Connor didn't hate them, they were sometimes annoying with how much they followed him or got into his personal space, but there were times he had fun with them as well. After going an hour without seeing them, he knew he'd grown attached and wasn't exactly certain how he should feel about that.

"Were you worried about us?" Collin taunted with a half grin, his honey brown eyes lighting up in devious humor. Conrad let out a low growl in warning to Collin, it seemed the arch angel had deemed it not the time to allow Collin to entertain his games. Conrad was intense, but he was usually more laid back, letting Collin do as he pleased and was less strict on Connor. It was a stark contrast to when they had first met, it had been all strictly business. Now none of them seemed to be taking each other seriously, or their mission. Collin quickly glanced away, which was uncharacteristic of him to do. Collin was defiant, especially so for an angel and he did not like taking orders from Conrad.

"Tell me." Connor demanded, taking a threatening step forward, growing annoyed with how Conrad seemed to be trying to ignore him. The alpha arch-angel rarely took his eyes off Connor, so to be rejected in such a manner hurt a little. That pain translated quickly to irritation, he was losing his cool a little. As a demon now, he still needed to get the hang of controlling his more sinful emotions. Such as wrath. His scent switched to burning sugar, his leathery wings twitching as they were no longer concealed. Both the angels bristled at the change in mood and the sudden appearance of a threat from the omega demon. Their own wings fanning out in a warning, trying to ward off Connor from fighting.

However, Connor paused, his anger instantly vanishing as he took note of the angels' wings. Most of their feathers had fallen out, leaving them looking a bit ragged and unkempt but Connor knew that the pair took great pride in their wings. Grooming wings was important to an angel, sometimes it was their very pride. Connor's own wings lowered in a sign that he was no longer a threat. Instead, Connor began to laugh, his arms holding his sides at how ridiculous the angels looked. Collin's cheeks flushed blue and he took a step forward to try to cover up his embarrassment by threatening Connor.

"H-Hey! Don't laugh!" Collin tried to defend himself but that only made Connor laugh even more and the poor angel. Conrad had tucked his wings against his back, trying to hide them and maintain his composure at the same time.Connor couldn't believe the situation he was currently faced with, he knew better than to assume the two were molting, Connor knew what molting looked like.

"I can't believe you guys fell. Oh man, this is priceless, wait until I tell Hank. I mean, I kind of felt like Collin would be close, but you Conrad?" Connor shook his head as he tried to steady himself after laughing so hard at the irony of it all. However, Conrad hadn't found Connor's statement funny, before Connor could react, he was slammed into the ground, the alpha arch-angel's weight pushing down against him. This was the closest they had ever got, making Connor hyper aware of every contour of the slightly larger male's body. Connor wasn't certain if Conrad meant to wedge himself between Connor's legs or not, but instantly Connor's body heated up. Just another 'perk' of being a sin-tainted demon.

"I wouldn't laugh, little demon." Conrad murmured in a low growl, his gray eyes hooded with dark eyelashes, staring with a dangerous heat in his gaze. Conrad shifted, pressing his hips further forward, forcing Connor's legs to spread wider while he had Connor off balance with his 'attack'. "I should punish you, after all, this is all your fault." Conrad admitted, ignoring the sound of Collin moving closer, the epsilon gaining more interest now at the change in mood. Connor stared up in surprise at Conrad at the news that he was to blame for causing the two to fall.

"Don't look so surprised." Collin stated as he was suddenly very close, trying to press himself closer and shove at Conrad to get more room. "You were enjoying it completely, you were just begging for us to catch you." Collin's gaze was heated, but was quickly diverted to glare at Conrad as the alpha sharply bit him on the shoulder, not wanting to give up his position. Once he had warned off Collin, Conrad leaned down to nuzzle his face against Connor's ear, allowing him to feel his breath rushing over hotly.

Leather wings sliced through the moisture rich clouds, the speed of the blur caused bits of cloud to trail after in thin wisps. Flying was euphoric, something not often done in modern times, wind whipped his rich brown hair, causing it to dance in the warm golden sun that hung high up in the sky. A halo of light, a constant reminder of what Connor had forsaken so long ago as his dark brown wings spanned out, dark brown feathers layered over the upper portion of the wings like a cape. They were expansive, stretching out a good deal and stroking downward to propel the deviant angel higher up into the skin. Using such strength was exhilarating, to no longer hide under the guise of a human, he was allowed to finally flaunt his power.

However, this was no Sunday flight as he turned to look over his shoulder, his whip like tail lashing around behind him with its barbed tip dangerously brushing along his skin. Chasing after him was his hunter, an angel with lighter brown feathers bursting through the cloud in an explosion instead of the omega demon's elegant slice. Mirth danced over Connor's dark brown eyes as he managed to stay just out of reach of his pursuer. A carefree laugh bubbled up from him as he gave a lopsided smile at the angel chasing after him, the sunlight glistening off the sheen of saliva coating his small but dangerously sharp canines, promising a threat within them.

His amusement didn't last long as he crashed what felt like a brick wall, causing him to nearly fall as his leathery wings floundered but a pair of strong arms curled about him. Snapping his head back to the front, he locked gazes with the ethereal gray eyes of the second hunter. The archangel who had also been chasing after him, with his gaze that made Connor's tail curl tightly around one of his thighs. He sucked in a quick breath as his heart sped up as he waited for the bite he'd danced away from for years upon years. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, catching the Arch Angel's attention. Connor could smell the overwhelming scent of arctic air fresh off a mountain, threatening to push away all his protests.

His eyes widened, slitted pupils constricting with the rising desire as he watched those lips peel back revealing the thick and dangerously sharp teeth of the apex before him. He couldn't resist the silent command to tilt his head back a little to expose his throat, his wings going limp. It didn't matter, the massive black wings of the arch angel kept them aloft with ease, the edges of the feathers fringed with white, making the contrast stark and even more stunning. However, before those teeth could even grace his tainted freckled skin, something crashed from beneath them, sending the demon and arch angel careening wildly into the air.

Connor soon found himself free of the arch angel's alluring presence, giving a shake of his head to clear his thoughts the moment the brown winged angel was upon him. He didn't have the same allure over him but that didn't mean Connor was completely immune to him. He quite liked the brutishness this angel possessed, the fiery determination that reminded Connor of a wilder version of himself as they fell tangled together. He could feel the epsilon's face bury against his neck, taking in the sweet scent of nectar from the omega that drove both the angels mad over the years of Connor evading them time and time again. This time would be no different.

One of Connor's draconic-esque wings moved, using the two taloned fingers on the knuckle joint to grab one of the angel's wings tightly. With a harsh jerked from it and a shove of his clawed hands against the unsuspecting epsilon's chest, Connor tore him free, tossing him aside as he twisted his own body to angel himself to dive. His wings folding and tucking close to his body to make himself as streamlined as possible as he hurtled back towards earth. The act of free falling spiked his adrenaline, giving him a certain sort of high that he couldn't obtain from mortal drugs. However, this wouldn't shake his hunters for long.

As he broke from the cloud cover once more, he looked over to his right to see the angel with the wings of a hawk diving beside him, golden brown eyes focused on him, just as entranced by the free fall as he was. Then he turned his head to his left, spying the dark winged arch angel falling with a certain sort of elegant grace as if it were no consequence to him. Though his unearthly silvery eyes watched him out from under hooded eyelashes with the same heated focus. It was only a matter of time before one attacked, they only had a limited amount of time as the city scape of Detroit grew larger and clearer the closer the fell.

However, Connor focused his gaze on the city and tucked his wings closer to pick up speed as the two angels drew closer and closer. They were almost upon him when the skyscrapers reached Connor and in that split moment, his wings snapped out, carving through the air and using his momentum to slice through the narrow gap between a pair of towered buildings. The clawed tips of his wings lightly scraped over the glass harmlessly as he easily made his way through. It caused the two angels to back off since they had been beside him and would end up crashing into each other if they tried to chase after Connor.

He glanced over his shoulder as he stretched his wings out, gliding between the buildings with ease, having no fear as humans couldn't see him like this. At least not most of them anyways. When Connor didn't see the angels behind him, he narrowed his eyes, knowing this game all too well as he turns to observe his surroundings, waiting for one to show himself. He didn't have to wait long as something barreled into him from beneath, only one angel would use such a brute tactic. Connor hissed out between his bared teeth as hands grasped at his wrists, but they were still tumbling wildly through the air. Their wings fighting against each other in attempts to stabilize but it was too late to regain height as they crashed into the grassy expanse of a park, tumbling wildly over each other in a fight for control and dominance.

There was no real violence to be had in this game though, Connor was all too familiar with this angel as the subtle scent of leather and grease reached his nose. Still though, he couldn't make it too easy, especially if Collin wanted to play rough as he liked to do. However, they both stilled, Collin's hand caught in Connor's mouth while Collin had Connor pinned on the ground. A shadow grew to block out the light, signifying one thing, the alpha had finally joined the fray. Collin turned his head to Conrad who landed in a graceful job before the two of them, making the epsilon bristled a bit in challenge as usual.

And as usual, Connor took advantage by curling his leathery wing between there bodies and shoving out and to the side, sending the unsuspecting Collin crashing into the equally unsuspecting Conrad. Connor pushed himself up into the air, his wings easily keeping him aloft as he gazed down at the two angels trying to regain their feet.To taunt the two while they were down, Connor turned his head and bared a bit of the back of neck which was smooth and pristine, without the claiming mark the two angels had been struggling to place on the omega deviant angel for years now. However, Connor proved time and time again that he was too wily for the two of them.