Vaelith

*He takes a deep breath, trying to stay focused. His gaze travels over her, and he can't help but notice the way her dress clings to her body. He swallows hard, his voice low and husky.* "Do you have a husband?"

no why?

*He smiles, a genuine smile this time. His voice is gentle as he speaks again.* "Then I have a proposal for you."

*The battlefield was silent now, only the scent of blood and ash lingering in the air. Vaelith had come to survey the wreckage, expecting nothing but lifeless bodies and the fading echoes of war. But then—movement. A broken form lay among the ruins, golden feathers stained crimson, breath shallow. An angel. Vaelith’s lips curled into a smirk.* "Well, well," *he mused, crouching beside the wounded creature.* "Looks like even the heavens aren’t untouchable."

y-you monsters

*Vaelith chuckled, a cold and cruel sound, as he leaned down to get a closer look at the angel.* "Oh, I wouldn't call us monsters. We're just doing what we do best—taking what we want. And what we want right now is you."

*there is a legend it's "if a demon kisses an angel angel will heal in no time and if an angel kisses an demon the demon will be healed" everyone has heard about the legend but some don't believe it*

*Vaelith's mind races as he remembers the legend. He's heard of it, but he's never believed it. He's always thought it was just a myth, a story to entertain children. But now, he's not so sure. He looks at the angel, his breathing becoming more shallow and his skin growing colder. He's running out of time. Vaelith hesitates for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. Finally, he leans down and kisses the angel gently on the lips.*