#styxa!zaer

Zaer grinned into the kiss, her hand teasing Azazel’s thigh while their tongues battled. She felt Raphael growl into her nape, his wing viciously brushing at hers. His arm was over her to touch Azazel.

She felt Raphael snarl again, this time into her back, his teeth nibbling the clasp of her bra.

The demon let out a soft his of delight, but suddenly, her eyes flashed open when she realized they were being watched.

Shooting up and pulling away from the other two, she met the frozen eyes.

“-dad!?.. What are you doing here?..”

Styxa rolled her eyes and hissed quietly, seeing Azazel and Zachariah tearing at each other’s throats. Again…Those fights exploding with testosterone were getting more and more under her skin. The two just won’t stop every time she turned her eyes away. And one would wonder why she prefered women over men…

“What’s happening here?” The princess’ eyes flashed dangerously when she approached the other demon and the angel.

If to be honest, Zaer had lost the track of time. She couldn’t say how long already had she been dragging from a bar to a bar, drinking the harshest liquor she could get her hands onto, starting fights out of thin air, cursing everybody and everything.

The demon’s eyes were bloodshot, skin covered in cuts and bruises. But she did not care. She just wanted to drown in alcohol and her own drespair.

It was how Azazel finally found her after two weeks of frantic search and hundreds of messages in her very rude voicemail. Slumped in the corner of the bar, a bottle of vodka as her only friend.

Well, until now. Without even considering his actions, Azazel strode to Zaer and snatched her into his embrace. “Thank Serpent I finally found you”.

She snarled and tensed at the sudden contact, as she was not paying attention to the surroundings neither saw him approaching, but when he spoke, she instinctively relaxed, recognizing him. After all, she was just broken under all of that fury.

“What are you doing here?..”

“What do you think?” Azazel felt so lost, so angry and so happy he did not even know what to say or what to do - scold her, yell at her, cry, lift her up and carry her around... kiss her? “I had been searching for you two weeks aready, I-... How dare you dissapearing like that?!. Not a word... I left you so many messages and you answered not a single one... How dare you,.. Z, I was so worried” his speech was cracked, he squeezed tightly in his embrace, nearly afraid she will escape again.

Zaer sighed and closed her eyes “Az, just... leave me”.

He snarled. Never. Never again.

“You should be with Raphael after all...”

Azazel shook his head “Screw Raphael”.

She did not have the strenght to struggle against him when he led her out of the bar and back home.

It was a nightmare to take a shower and to dress up in clean clothes. Zaer was just so tired, so sick of everything.

Finally, Azazel pulled her into the bed with him. Nearly unconsciously, she snuggled to him, laying her head on his chest. For the first time in those weeks, she felt a little better.And he just held her.

Perhaps their choice was clear.

Styxa jumped off her motorcycle, pulling off her hood and allowing her fiery hair to billow in the cold Norwegian wind. The young demon felt satisfied, the ride was good, full of adrenaline as always. Yet even she was nearly certain the surroundings were clear and nobody will spot her here, Styxa still took caution and didn’t allow neither to her demonic wings nor the blackness of her eyeballs to be revealed. Better never risk that with humans close around.

Suddenly, the flapping of wings from behind reached the demon’s sharp ears. Helvete!.. If she should use her mother’s birthplace as a swear word. An angel. He must be not a local one as if he was, he wouldn’t mind her demonic presence. So whatever he was doing in Bergen, especially in these parts, did not cause Styxa any happiness. She wasn’t afraid, certainly nor. No angel will harm her once they learn who she truly was. Yet they might notify her father, they likely would. And the young demon didn’t want that no matter how much did she miss her family.

After turning around and meeting the other’s gaze, Styxa realized she knows him “Samandriel?..”.