#profane-noir

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Armageddon wished he would be able to actually answer the man, but unfortunately the only language he knew how to speak was his own, and he doubted that humans understood mermaid.

Aaron should have known. Wasting all of his energy  on the hunter wasn't the best idea he's ever had, especially when he knew what overusing his powers caused him. Now he was sitting on his sofa, blankly staring on his blood-covered hands. The crimson has been occasionally disturbed by a drop of thick black liquid, which has been irregurarly dripping down his nose, mouth and eyes. As he coughed, the dark bleeding got even worse. The last thing he needed right now was soneone seeing him ike this.

He hid them Aaron knew the younger man has never checked and he finally went to sleep, satisfied with himself.

“I still am, yes. But I’m not the graceful, pure and strong creature I once was. All that’s left of me is just a very light touch of what I used to be. I’m not complaining through, Earth is way more fun,” Armageddon stated, a huge grin spilling across his featues.

“You really think so?” the fallen angel growled lowly as he stood tall in front of the younger woman. “You think manipulating people’s emotions is some kind of a game? If so, I refuse to be your toy, Song.”

“I know you are, Cole. Though there is nothing to be ashamed of. It’s very brave to be sensitive in harsh world,” Aaron stated fondly, caressing the demon’s cheek before he pulled hm in a warm embrace.

“I’m fine, Cole. You don’t need to worry about me a bit,” the fallen angel stated with the best smile he could curently pull off, even though he was barely standing; he was dizzy and he felt something sticky flowing down his nose. It didn’t take Aaron too long to realize what it was. He hated the fact that his body betrayed him in the least suitable moment.