The rope digging into your wrists was starting to burn. Of course resisting against them wasn't really helping, even if you'd given up on that a while ago, and the group of so called "angels" interrogating you weren't exactly making this enjoyable.

"You don't seem to see the appeal of giving us the information we need," the angel taking the lead said, twirling his angel blade in his hands. "This torture could come to an end, if you just tell us where he is." You smirked at his notion.

"You know, I really wouldn't expect this from angels. Not very angelic if you ask me." Almost instantly after you spoke, the angel's fist collided with your jaw. Your face was turned towards the side and you could already feel some blood on your lip. With some struggle, you took a deep breath and flipped your h/c hair back over your shoulder.

"Why must you be so stubborn? Protecting one rogue angel isn't going to help you," the angel said, gripping the angel blade more tightly.

"I told you..." you sighed, "I don't know any Gabriel. Never have, never will. I didn't even know he was an angel."

Without warning, the angel stabbed the blade into your arm. A restrained scream echoed in the abandoned apartment you were trapped in, and your muscles tensed. Heavy breathing passed through your clenched teeth and you tried to return the cold stare the angel was giving you.

"Does your answer still remain the same?" The angel teased, knowing how much pain you were in. "Because you could make this so much easier if you would just answer the question."

"Go fuck yourself..." you said through a tense jaw. The angel sighed, raising the blade again, and you couldn't bare to watch. Closing your eyes and holding your breath, you waited for a freakin angel to kill you. But it didn't come. Nothing did. Then you felt cool air on your face, and opened your eyes to an alley.

Looking around frantically, you saw an adorable man standing next to you, holding your arm. Coming to your senses, you shoved the man off, with some pain in your bleeding arm.

"Who the hell are you?" You almost shouted, backing away from this strange man with an almost permanent smirk.

"Not even a thank you? I just saved your ass," he said rather cheerfully, "which is mighty fine, by the way." You scoffed at him, holding your wounded left arm.

"I could've handled myself," you glared slightly, "and what the hell even are you? The only thing that can do that is an angel. You don't look like an angel to me," you cocked an eyebrow at him, who now looked defensive.

"Right, you totally could've handled yourself. Tied to a chair and getting stabbed is a tell tale sign of escape," the stranger mocked, but you only rolled your eyes. "Which by the way, I could help you out with," he said, gesturing to your arm. Before you could protest, he walked over to you and grabbed your sleeve.

Still looking up into his honestly gorgeous hazel eyes, you felt a slight sting when your wound hit the open air. He must have noticed you flinch when his fingers grazed your arm because his infamous smirk returned.

"Don't worry," he said calmly and leaned in closer to you, "I don't bite." You couldn't stop yourself from shuddering, but shook yourself back to reality.

"I don't need your help," you said in pretty much the least threatening way possible. You backed away from the charming stranger, but your back hit the brick wall of a building. The stranger smiled a genuine smile this time, and cut the gap between you two in half. Which wasn't large to begin with.

"I'm offering help, why don't you take it?" The stranger whispered, closing the gap completely by placing his lips on yours. Your eyes fluttered closed and it was impossible to feel pain. Utterly impossible when your stomach was full of butterflies just by this simple kiss. From a stranger.

He pulled away, and you heard four simple words whispered into your ear. "Call me the Trickster." You opened your eyes in curiosity, but the stranger was gone. As well as your wounds.

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