"I'm on the edge of glory

and I'm hangin' on a moment of truth

Out on the edge of glory

and I'm hangin' on a moment with you."

- Lady Gaga, The Edge of Glory

I would be attached with an angel. When I became a demon, a Great Marquis of Hell, the number one thing I wanted to happen was for the angels to suffer more than I and people had. When my parents got dethroned and were replaced, I suddenly saw the flaw in their system, in their way of ruling, and it was my job to correct them and I voiced out my thoughts, but they didn't listen. I was called a traitor.

Watching the angel in front of me, Adrian is giving me the sad puppy eyes. I sigh, shaking my head. As much as I want to stay here and be with him, as a demon, I have to do my duties. And right now, I'm being called. I'm being called for the strategy planning of the demons. Can you believe it? Demons strategize. We do.

Ever since Adrian has been thrown here on earth, the Heavens remain silent. They haven't done any actions – they don't roam the world like they use to do. Warrior angels cannot be seen. And it's very unlikely of them to do that. We barely encounter any angels at all.

When the angels found out that Rahab was the one who pushed Adrian, the King's heir, down the fountain, Rahab got punished immediately and converted into a fallen angel. He doesn't regret anything. When Rahab got converted, he's the happiest. I have yet to meet him, but I can tell that I'm not going to like that kid. He's the reason why Adrian is here on Earth, living with me. But if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have met Hadraniel. I wouldn't have met my angel.

"Can you just leave tomorrow?" Adrian whines, still staring at me with a puppy eyes. His eyes are teary, and his fingers are wrapped around my forearm tight, an indication that he really doesn't want me to go.

I would stay if I don't have to attend this shitty strategy meeting. But I have to. I'm one of the demons who own the title of The Great Marquis of Hell, and that's one of the highest position in Hell. I have to show up in the meeting. Plus Dantalion said that my legions are already looking for me and somehow I need to make an appearance to them, make them feel my presence.

"Adrian, I was supposed to leave three hours ago but I stayed for you," I say. Yes, Adrian has been bugging me to stay. I let out a growl, yelled at him, scolded him, bared my fangs at him, and transformed myself into a demon, but Hadraniel didn't get scared at all. He just keeps giving me that helpless look on his face, and he's wearing it right now, making my heart clench in pain. I hate to see that look. It just doesn't suit on his face. His eyes become glossier, and it feels like in any seconds he'll start to cry. I lean down, cupping his face. "Adrian, I'll be back. I promised you that, didn't I? I have already put spells here and nobody's going to hurt you. I'll be back as soon as I can. Just stay here, do some stuff that will keep you entertained, okay? I have to go."

"Why?" he whines stubbornly, his fingers uncurling around my forearm. Instead he wraps his arms around me tight, burying his face in my chest and I heave up a sigh of frustration. "Why do you have to attend?"

"Hadraniel Stars, listen to me," I say sternly, pushing him away. His eyes are downcast, and his fingers fiddling with each other. He just looks so sad and hopeless and helpless. "I have to go. I will be back, I promise you." He's about to protest, beginning to open his mouth, when I lean down and put my mouth against his, making him moan out loud.

My angel becomes weak; I wrap my arms around him just to support him. His arms curl around my neck, his palm resting at the back of my neck while the other one is gripping my hair. He tugs on it, making me groan in pleasure as the kiss grows harder and more passionate. I press myself closer to him, wanting to feel every part of his body. My pant tightens, and I begin to grind against him, rubbing my groin against his and I grin when I feel that he's already hard just like I am. Adrian lets out a gasp, his hands now resting on my shoulder, fingers digging into my skin, as I continue to grind against him.

My head becomes cloudier, and all I can see is Adrian getting pleasured – the way he scrunches up his face in pleasure makes me want to stay and take him here. He makes me want to mark him, and it's going to be so rough.

Getting the idea, I push him away, his face already flushed as he pouts at me. "I know what you're doing, Adrian. Satan, when did you learn that?" Adrian's face is now a shade of a tomato, then he mutters about his servant telling him about the human stuff. "I'm proud of you, Adrian. When I get back home, we'll continue this."

I turn around, opening the portal. I quickly transform myself into a demon, and Adrian yelps.

"Wait!"

"See you soon, Adrian," I say as I slip right through the portal that I have opened and Adrian's voice gets turned out once the portal closes. Oh how much I loathe this place, I think as I stare at the bunch of volcanos erupting lavas. They keep exploding and exploding. Is it funny to think that a demon like me really hates the look of Hell? "Satan, I already miss my angel. I just need to get this over with so I can be back as soon as possible, just like I promised." I mutter to myself, dark wings spreading wide open behind my back and I fly my way into our meeting place.

As I fly, I look down and see the river of lava, where countless of souls are being tortured by the malevolent spirits. Just seeing them makes me cringe. I swear if they go near me, I will be the one to torture them. I will make them suffer for making my angel suffer.

Once I reach the meeting place, I'm greeted by Satan himself, who gives me a pat on my back as he grins his evil grin at me. Believe me, when I first met him, I was scared of him – he's pretty famous. He was once an angel, and he has a strong hatred towards them. But now, I'm not at least bit scared of him. I can fight him. He was just an angel, and I was an heir before my parents got dethroned and I was thrown out of Heavens.

Satan's frame is bigger than me. His eyes are always burning red, with hatred. When he speaks, his voice is always gruff and taunting. If you talk to him, he will mock you. He always does, and he will never stop until you tell him to fuck himself and do a stupid move, then that's the time he'll go berserk and torture you. Demons are smart enough not to mess with him, considering he's really powerful, but I can fight him. In fact I'm the only demon who can shrug off his comments and make snarky comments about him, making him the laughing stock of the demons that are around us.

Walking further into the room, the demons begin to greet me as I walk past them. They tip their imaginary hats at me, and I nod my head in acknowledgement. Demons flirt with other demons, while the others keep torturing the slaves. The slaves are the souls that are damned. Though sometimes they flirt at them, and sometimes, demons hook up with them. Can you believe it? Demons hook up with the souls. But I guess their job is better than being tortured in the river or lava.

"Long time no see, Forneus," I roll my eyes at the voice behind me. Turning around, I face Dantalion – the demon that I really, really hate so much – and make a face at him. It seems childish, though, but every demons are always childish. "Oh come on, don't be like that. We're friends, aren't we?"

"You already know the answer to that question," I say gruffly, rolling my eyes at him. I turn my back on him, not wanting to see the smug grin on his face anymore. It's irritating me and Satan knows what I will do if I get so irritated by him. "Please stay away from me. And from him. In other words, stop stalking him."

"I did stop stalking him," Dantalion chortles. I whirl around, glaring at him. There's a glint in his eyes, and an amused expression plastered across his features that makes me want to punch him hard. I study his face, looking for any sign that he's kidding me, then narrow my eyes at him suspiciously. "Really, I did. I figured that I should really not associate myself with him so I roamed across United States. It's the reason why I haven't been bugging everyone. So... I kind of came across to this territory, and believe me, there are a lot of werewolves. And I found a rogue werewolf, and he's kind of interesting to me. Oh, he is very interesting to me."

"Are you serious about that?" I ask, still not believing him.

Dantalion nods eagerly, grinning at me. It's not likely of him to lie, and demons rarely lie (because we are a conniving little psychopaths) and that should be enough reason to believe him. But hey, it's Dantalion we're talking about here, and he's known as the manipulator. He could make you go run in circles if you don't know how to deal with him. And I learned to deal with him.

Shrugging, I turn around and walk until I reach the corner, wanting to isolate myself. When demons hold a meeting, I remain silent and will only speak if someone is asking for my opinion, but that's just it. I don't want to talk to any other demons, except if I talk to them first. But it's going to be unlikely of me to talk to them in this meeting, considering that I'm beginning to be antsy, already missing my angel back home.

Home.

Our unit has become a home to us. The city of Brooklyn has been a home for me for hundreds of years already, but somehow, it has become Adrian's home, too. I had watched the city grow and grow through the years, and it took a lot of time for it to be so beautiful today. This is the reason why I have brought him into the city of Brooklyn, because I knew that he'd like it. He likes it, or even loves it. Sometimes I watch him watch the city in awe. He always has an awe expression whenever he watches the city. And that's one of the things I really like about him.

My eyes scan the area, hoping to find the Princes of Hell, but they have yet to come. It's unlikely of them to be late, considering that almost of the demons who have a higher title or position are here already. Except for them. They must be planning for a grand entrance.

As if on cue, one of the Princes of Hell comes barging in, his fangs bared for us to see. His eyes are black, and his jet black hair is long and laid back. He has a build of The Rock (you know, the mortal actor). As usual, he sneers when he walks past the demon. "Greetings, everyone."

"Greetings," everyone chimes in.

As he talks to every demon facing him, his voice gets tuned out as I think of Adrian. How is he? What is he doing right now? Is he bored? Is he sad? I so badly want to know what's going on with him right now, but unfortunately, I don't want to use my power and check what he's doing, or see him for that matter. I don't want any demon finding out that I'm keeping an angel.

"Forneus Furtur," the Prince greets, giving me a sly grin. Something I really hate to see on his fucking face. "Long time no see."

"Fuck off," I reply back, rolling my eyes. His jaw clenches, but he never says anything. Good, I think. Let me think peacefully of my angel. And so I daydream while the meeting is being held.

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