“Do you remember the day we met?” I asked him, watching as the warm light of the fire flickered across his perfect face. The fire made his eyes shine like freshly cut emeralds, and I marveled at how beautiful he was.
He glanced at me and gave me aslow nod.
“Of course I do.”
“I think I fell in love with you the moment I saw you,” I admitted to him, and he scoffed.
“You seem to have a weakness for sad, broken things, Gabriel.”
I touched his chin and tilted his face up, brushing my lips against him.
“No, Shemhazai. I have a weakness foryou,”I breathed against him, and he melted easily into me.
I held him against me the way I’d wanted to that first day I had found him in the House of the Fallen, drinking alone and mourning the loss of Ramel and Lilith.
Alexa play: Devil Like Me by Akine
1051 AD
Yahweh ordered me to make my first trip to Hell.
This was why I had been created, after all. I was a replacement for Ramel, one of his favorite angels who had ‘disappointed him.’
“Make sure you don’t do the same,” he’d admonished me softly as he pulled his cock from my mouth.
I hated servicing him, but it was something he told me all angels must do to earn their place in Heaven.
I didn’t fit in with the other angels. My wings were black, and they hated me for it. So, when Yahweh bid me farewell at the bridge to Hell, I was honestly looking forward to it.
Maybe I would find someone in Hell that wouldn’t make me feel so fucking alone.
I was meant to meet with ademon named Shemhazai.
Yahweh had informed me that he was ruling Hell in Ramel’s absence. Everyone knew that Ramel and Lilith, the goddess of death, were currently floating in Yahweh’s bowl of nothing as punishment for defying him.
Shemhazai had been punished, too, but a demon needed to wield the scythe, and without it, there had been no deaths for a handful of decades.
So, Yahweh had been forced to release Shemhazai back to Hell, and apparently, he was to meet me on the bridge.
I waited for several hours for him to greet me, but he never came.
The island of Hell loomed before me, surrounded by an obsidian sea of souls and backlit by colorful, starry nebulae.
It was beautiful.
If this demon wasn’t coming to meet me, I had two options.
I could return to Heaven and face Yahweh’s wrath, or I could venture forward on my own.
Not interested in being forced to endure another night of swallowing the god of creation’s cock, I decided—fuck it.
Wandering across the bridge, I took in the tall spires that made up the city of Hell as I found my own way to the House of the Fallen.
“Hello?” I called as I entered, wincing as my own voice echoed back to me.
It felt empty and lonely here.
Maybe I was wrong.
