"You can't defeat me," Jophiel says through gritted teeth as he uses his incredible strength to push his sword forward, making my arm numb. His eyes, just like Adrian's, are blazing. His eyes are burning with hatred and disgust. They have the same eyes yet Adrian's have something wonderful, and that can't be compared with his father's. "I'm the King of the Heaven, and you're in my realm!"

Smirking, I build up strength and push him backwards, kicking him in his leg. He doubles backwards and points his sword at me. "Believe it or not, Jophiel, I've already tainted your realm. This is probably why I can summon my legion here, at this very place. Plus, these wings may suggest something... more, don't you think?"

I jerk my head to the side, pointing at my wing that has turned white but the other one remains black. Jophiel trains his eyes at my wings, and a look of disdain crosses his features. Maybe he knows something about this type of condition Adrian and I have. But being the big baby he is, of course, he wouldn't tell us. I guess I just have to find out myself.

To be honest, I feel something raw, a power, that's surging through my veins. I really don't know what it is, or what this means, but this is something powerful.

This could be a good thing.

"You son of a bitch!" Jophiel charges again and I prepare my stance, setting out a foot in front of me as I raise my sword.

As he runs, his white wings spread wide open and he jumps, his wings supporting him, as he aims the tip of his sword to where my heart is located. He's stupid enough to think that I don't know that move. I position myself and fly towards him, gripping the sword tightly as I prepare myself for the impact that is coming. As soon as our swords meet, a large wind blows around us, sending a couple of my legion and his men to tumble backwards. Meeting every thrust of his sword, I keep blocking it and putting myself in a defensive state, unable to attack. Believe me, Jophiel is really powerful and he's a good combatant. He didn't become the King just because he was chosen. No, he had this awesome power like he was destined to become a leader, not just a follower.

His eyes are wide, his teeth gritted. I notice how much he has changed, and the aura of a king has already been long gone and what's in front of me is just a man who wishes to end my life. I was an angel once, and my father was a king, but he never acted this way. The Jophiel in front of me is different – he's more vicious, dangerous, and scary. He's more of a demon than me.

"You don't even look like a king now," I say right in his face as I arch a brow, and that pisses him more. He uses enough strength just to topple me over and I have to set my feet in the right places or else I would fall down. "You killed your son just so you could hurt me. What kind of a father are you?"

"Hadraniel stepped in right in front of you," he reasons out, rolling his eyes. "And if I have to use him just so I can hurt you and possibly kill you, then so be it."

"But he's your son!" I yell, motioning my hand to where the queen and my boyfriend were right before I transported them to somewhere safe. "You're hurting your son. It's not right. He didn't deserve that and he doesn't deserve you as a father, you little piece of shit."

Jophiel scoffs, his jaw clenching as his eyes scan his perimeter. I do the same thing. Some of my men are already on the ground, disintegrating slowly, purified weapons still latched on them.

"You don't get to teach me how I deal with my son, or how I run things here," he glares icily at me and points his sword and I ready myself. "You were an angel, but you chose to be a demon. There was a chance. There was still a chance, but you held on to your anger. You let those demons get their hands on you, that's why you became a demon. So you don't have the right to give me rational and wise words, because you don't know any of it and you will never know of it." Jophiel immediately runs towards me with such speed that I lose sight of him for a moment, but when I do, I take a great damage as his fist collides on my cheek and I fly backwards.

I let out a painful moan as my back hits a wall, and they are purified – I have to immediately distance myself from it because it burns my skin. Clearly I just have some sort of resistance with the angel magic and relics, but not immunity. I thought I was safe already with that, it turns out I'm wrong. I stand up and see Jophiel charging into me and I open my palm and conjure up a fireball and throw it in his direction. The fireball is big enough to leave a blazing trail across its way and Jophiel swiftly moves it as he continues to run, his wings flapping widely behind him. I roll to my side, bracing myself for any impact as my back still continues to hurt. I shut my eyes, silently praying, praying that I'd see Adrian again. I never thought that I'd pray again; I'd never thought that I'd pray at all. But the impact doesn't come. It didn't. Jophiel is a strong one, and I know I'm stronger, but without Adrian by my side, I'm just nothing, like I'm powerless. I find it hard to fight. There's a voice at the back of my head to fight, to keep pushing myself, but it never comes. I find it hard to do.

"Why are you just sitting there?"

My heart skips a beat as I hear the voice of my angel. I'm thinking that I'm just hallucinating, that my mind is just playing tricks on me. I'm beginning to think that I was hit hard and that I'm in some otherworldly place, like is this the real heaven or hell? I close my eyes tighter, wishing that what I heard is true, that he's really there. But still, I can't get myself to open my eyes and see what's really in front of me. I'm too scared, too afraid that it's not real.

Then I feel his soft hand caressing my cheek and that's when I open my eyes, and I didn't realize until now that tears have just gathered in my eyes, ready to be released in any moment, and so I do.

"Is that really you?" I ask as I finally open my eyes, and there he is, standing right in front of me with a smile on his face. Even his eyes are smiling as he looks at me. There isn't a trace of blood on his shirt, and his skin is as soft as ever. He merely nods, and I sob. "I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Adrian chuckles, shaking his head, then he purses his lips. "You're not, and I'm very real. I miss you." That's when I fully stand up and hug him tight, burying my face in the crook of his neck as I sob.

"I thought you were going to leave me," I admit, shutting my eyes again and letting my emotions flow out. This is probably for the best. Adrian has changed me in so many ways, and I know that I've become something more.

"Well, I couldn't leave my best man, not now... not ever." He pushes himself from me and puts his hand on my cheek and I lean into his touch, feeling the softness of his skin. I look over him and see that Jophiel is on the ground, his chest heaving up and down, indicating that he's still alive. "I just put him in a trance, kinda. I didn't know how I did that. I was just running up to you, then I stretched out my arms, and suddenly, there's this white glow in my hands... but I can't think about it right now, especially now that I've just reunited with my favorite demon."

"I hate you,"

"I know,"

"But I love you so fucking much." I lean down and capture his lips with mine, savoring the way he tastes and the way his lips perfectly mold against mine. His arms curl around my neck, pushing himself closer until there's no gap between us, our bodies fully touching. I'm still in my demon form, and Adrian doesn't mind a bit. As I pull away, I say to him. "Promise you'll never leave me again."

"In life and in death, never again."

He seals his promise with a kiss and my heart swells. I feel like a big burden on my shoulder has been lifted up and I can finally breathe. The atmosphere becomes light, and as I scan my area, I find out that the war has already ended – a bunch of my men are either sitting or tending their teammates, which is kind of weird, but it's not really. The warrior angels are still glaring at them, but they have put their weapons down. On the stage is the Queen, standing proudly with her chin up. Her eyes linger in my direction and she gives me a small smile.

"I think she already approves of you." Adrian says as he wraps his arms around me.

"She doesn't have much of a choice, though." I wink at him, chuckling and he rolls his eyes playfully. "I'm still going to end up as her son-in-law. And don't make a Beyonce reference, please."

Adrian pouts his lips and glares playfully at me. "I've been waiting to make that joke."

"Man, what did your servant teach you about human stuff?"

"A lot of things." He clicks his tongue. "But I just... wanted to go on a date with you. Like a real date with you." I think back of the moment where I brought him to the beach and it puts a smile on my face.

"Then I'll be your date."

"Good." He turns around and stops mid-step. "Aren't you coming with me? Home is waiting."

***

Thank you so much for reading this story. I know I've been putting this story on hold, and I'm sorry for that. I've been dealing with my life, and I've been having a hard time finishing my stories - maybe it's because I'm busy with my work, or because I've got loads of things to do. I have tried to just sit and start writing, but I couldn't do it. Is this what they call "artist block"? Anyway, thank you for patiently waiting. Thank you for waiting. Thank you for reading my work. Thank you for sticking up with me. Thank you for following me. Thank you. Thank you a lot.

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