"Tap down those boots while I beat around

Let's funk downtown."

- Lady Gaga, Dancin' In Circles

they would be shitless scared. Despite the fact that I'm a demon – and mortals should be really scared to death about that, they are more afraid of me marking them and spending the eternity with me. But Adrian is different. When I told him about a demon marking, he didn't react like I expected him to. I just received an Oh reaction, followed by a lot of kissing as we decided that if I marked him, we'd create lots of moments.

There were only a couple of mortals I had offered that, but they didn't accept it, which led me to dump them. And then they were killed, and now their souls are being tortured in Hell for, yeah, associating themselves with a demon.

However, in Adrian's case, it's different. Once I mark him, if he ever perishes, he will never be tortured in Hell. Adrian will be my right hand, and he will turn into a demon. He will become a fallen angel. Just like Satan, Rahab, and yeah, me, and the others.

I know Adrian doesn't want to be a fallen angel; he wants to remain pure and an angel. But sadly, if he's associating himself with me, then one day it's just going to go down – the Hell will be raised, and he will be converted into a fallen angel. Once he's changed, then there's nothing really I can do. I haven't heard of a story of how a demon got converted into an angel, or of an angel turned into demon, then turned back to being an angel. Demons and angels don't even know if that's possible, but what we always believe is it's not possible.

There has been a question bugging me, though, for quite some time now. Even right before I got converted into a demon, before I became a fallen angel, I've been asking myself: if angels can become a fallen angel, then demons can become pure, right? But just like my thought earlier, I haven't heard of a story of how a demon got converted into an angel. Seriously when do they consider an angel impure? Once they found out that he's not following the words of God? Once they found out that he has feelings that shouldn't be felt by an angel?

Yes, I'm talking myself. I knew that I joined the demons – but it's not really clear to me on why I got converted from angel to demon. Thinking back to that day, I remember telling the demons, just to prove myself to them, about the plans of the Heavens and the angels, and I told them that with rage and fury and hatred, and that's how I got in and was able to convince them. I was able to prove myself to them.

"You look so deep in thought," Adrian asks me as his index finger rubs the skin of my hand, making a circular motion. It's relaxing and making my insides calm. I look at him, loving the way his eyes twinkle brightly.

"Just had something inside my head that has been bugging me since forever," I reply back, heaving up a sigh as I stare at the blinking city lights of Brooklyn city. Tonight we're both in the same bad, duvet draped on us. My hand is placed on my bare chest, and his hand is resting on top of mine. He's pushed into me, his body pressing intimately against mine. Adrian looks at me with those eyes that I just want to admire forever – why did the Good Goddess, or whoever his creator was, decide to give him a beautiful eyes? The way his eyes bore into mine has me wanting to kiss him all day and night, never stopping. Adrian waits for me to say something, so I decide to let him know about what has been bugging me ever since. "I keep asking myself, when do angels get converted into a demon? Is it by the actions of an angel?"

Adrian remains silent – I wish he has an answer to that, but he never seems to have, though. His lips are pressed tightly, his face scrunched up as he thinks of a possible answer to my question. Seconds have passed, and still nothing. Adrian just sighs and says "I wish I could answer that."

"I wish I could, too," I sigh.

Despite the fact that my room is dark – the only light that seeps right through the window of my room is the light of the stars and moon, and the blinking lights of the city buildings in Brooklyn, and that's it, I see Adrian blushing as he tries to hide his face, burying it in my chest. Now I'm interested.

"Saw you blushing, what is it?" I ask him, eyes glinting as I wait for his answer. He shakes his head and says uh-uh. My fingers rest on the side of his neck, then I begin tickling him. Adrian laughs hard, trying to squirm his way out of me. I tighten my hold around him, pushing him into me, pressing myself closer, caging him, then he begins to laugh harder. He tells me to stop, that he'll tell me, and then he blushes again. I stop tickling him, but my fingers never leave the side of his neck. Just in case.

Clicking his tongue, Adrian looks up at me, his cheeks pink; he looks so adorable and cute and irresistible. My angel is nervous, though; I can practically see the beads of sweat forming across his forehead and the more the seconds pass by, the more he blushes. "Well..." he begins awkwardly, looking anywhere but me. My fingers leave his neck, and I cup his face with my hands and force him to stare right into mine. "My servant... Leandre... I saw him a couple of days ago. He told me... to come with him, but... but... I didn't. Because..." – his fingers are fiddling with each other – "of you. I never want to leave you. And I remember Leandre telling me something about mortal stuff, and then... I put two and two together, and now I'm thinking... whether we are... we are... are we... God, how I should I say this? Are... areweboyfriendsnow?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Areweboyfriendsnow?"

"What? You said it too fast. Say it slowly." I tell him; I have heard him. I just want him to be comfortable and not too tensed about it. Is Adrian my boyfriend now? Well, what we do is beyond an angel-demon relationship, and it's beyond friends. So back to the question: is he my boyfriend now?

My angels remains silent, and the pink tint in his cheeks never goes away. Adrian looks away again, and this time, there's a worried expression plastered across his face. "Are we boyfriends now?" he asks me in a whisper.

Cupping his face again, I gently move his face so he can look into my eyes. The time stretches out, and the beads of sweat are now clearly visible on his forehead. There's a fear in his eyes, and I want it gone. I want it gone and never to return. It makes my inside coil in a pain. I want to brush the fear out of his eyes and out of his core, and I know how to do it. "Well... do you want to have a demon boyfriend?"

"I... I think... I think I do," he replies in a low voice. "Especially if it's going to be you."

"Okay, here comes promise number four: I will always be your demon boyfriend."

"Promise?"

"Promise." I assure him, leaning forward and capturing his lips with mine.

Slate is snoring peacefully, his lips slightly parted as he blows air into my face; my face is close to him, inspecting every detail of his face even though I have already seen it a thousand times. The more I stare at his sleeping face, the more I realize that I'm beginning to feel something towards him that an angel shouldn't possess for a demon. It's beyond like, but I can't exactly tell what it is.

Does he find this ridiculous? Does he find this amazing? Questions run into my head as I stare intently at his face. Sometimes I wonder if this is really the path I should take – make friends, or in my case right now, make beyond-friends with a demon. Thinking of the future, as I snuggle closer into his sleeping figure, there's nothing really wrong about what we're doing. I mean, mortal couples get to enjoy the sweet and pleasure of a romance while the angels watch them in awe. So there's nothing wrong about this, right?

In a matter of days, or Slate will be gone to do some errands. He said that he's going bind the room or something to prevent someone from entering here. He asked me what I would want to do to keep me entertained, but I'm not really sure what would keep me entertained. He's the only one who can keep me entertained and, as selfish as it sounds, I wish that whatever his plan is will be canceled so he can just stay here at home with me. Is that too much to ask?

Murmuring in his sleep, I lean down and plant my lips softly against his. Slate sighs and a small smile plays in his lips and I suddenly feel light upon seeing it; it's like all my worries and selfish thoughts have vanished. He really has a great effect on me. With that in head, I put myself in a comfortable position beside him, draping my arm over his bare stomach, and snuggle closer into him. I shut my eyes, wishing that Slate leaving for a few days will be just as fast as a blink of an eye.

In the morning, the birds are chirping brightly as they usually do in the morning. The sun has already risen in the sky and is shining brightly and hotly. Slate is still fast asleep, light snoring coming out as he rolls himself to the side, murmuring something in his sleep that I'm not able to catch.

"You are such a cute demon," I chortle in a low voice, smiling happily. Even when he sleeps, I still find him so attractive. My heart contracts in a good way upon seeing the smile tugged into his lips. I hoist myself up just a bit and crawl over on top of him, barely making a skin contact so I won't wake him up. Leaning down, the tip of my nose touching his, I brush my lips against his and whisper "You're so handsome for a demon."

"I guess I am," he mutters groggily, his eyes still shut. I look at him, taken aback. He opens his left eye, and then grins at me. "Good morning, my angel."

"Good morning, Slate." I greet back, planting a kiss on his lips. His hand immediately rests at the back of my neck, his lips molding with mine into one. The kiss is not urgent; it's not needy either. It's just a slow, passionate kiss being shared by a demon and an angel. My demon quietly moans, and I feel satisfied with myself.

"Now this is what I really consider as a better morning," he replies chirpily, giving me a genuine smile.

Something has really changed between us – Slate barely turns his lips upside down. He rarely gives me a sly smirk and his actions towards me become much sweeter. Before he wasn't like this, and the present him, I like it really much.

"I guess it's a good thing that I'm a demon, huh," he says, smiling. I furrow my brows in confusion. "Demons don't get morning breaths." He claims.

Scrunching my face up, I say, "Yes, they do, and you do." Chugging a pillow at him, I roll over the bed and run outside his room. Slate yells at me, telling me that I'm dead once he catches me. I laugh all the way to the kitchen where he catches up with me, his arms curling around me and his lips planting on the side of my neck where the most sensitive skin is located. "Holy Hell, you're such a demon!"

"I love it when you curse," he tells me, kissing my cheek. "I'm going to make a breakfast. What do you want?"

"Surprise the angel," I say, winking at him.

Okay. So when I was writing this chapter, I was all smiles. Supermarket Flower by Ed Sheeran was playing when I was writing this part, and it was so good. It made my heart swell in happiness. So let me know your thoughts about this chapter by commenting below! It's official! They are boyfriends now! As usual, the first one to comment will have this chapter be dedicated for him/her!

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