“Why? Are you scared?” The young angel scoffed. “I thought you would be a challenge. It turns out you’re all talk and no bite.”
“Is that supposed to entice me into fighting you?” Azazel drawled. “Fine, but if either of us takes the other down in less than five minutes, the deal still stands. You get to kill me or you stay here with me and I will teach you the proper way to fight.”
“Just fight?”
Azazel shrugged, then smirked. “Who knows what will happen.”
“I’m not interested in you, but I’ll agree to your bet.”
Azazel smiled, not wanting to tell the pure angel that he could smell his arousal. It seemed fighting turned him on, adding to Azazel’s fascination with the angel. Azazel took off his robe, standing shirtless in front of the man.
“Put your clothes back on,” the angel demanded, trying to look everywhere other than at him.
Azazel chuckled but didn’t do as the young angel wanted.He’s so pure,Azazel thought. “I like that robe. Someone important gave it to me and I’d rather not have it torn to shreds.”
The young angel tsked, glaring at him. “Whatever, let’s just get this over with.”
Just as the young angel finished speaking, Azazel flashed in front of him and grabbed him around his waist and transported them to somewhere else that could take heavy damage. He was excited to fight but didn’t want to wreck his office in the process. They were in Azazel’s training room that was as big as a small stadium, filled with all manner of swords and fighting equipment; it had a high glass dome ceiling that allowed him to see the stars.
Azazel watched the young angel take everything in with amazement, as if he had been sheltered most of the time. It wouldn’t surprise Azazel if something like his training room impressed. Even though the other man lived among the highest realm, he was never given the option of enjoying all that it had to offer. His father wasn’t big on sharing things, especially the things he deemed special.
Liking the way the man felt in his arms, he wasn't ready to let him go. Azazel didn't question his actions and simply went with his feelings.
“Are you impressed?” Azazel whispered in the angel's ears.
“What does it matter if I am or not?” As if remembering he was in Azazel's arms, he pushed him away. "Get the hell away from me."
Azazel chuckled and backed away, regretfully letting the man go. He liked the feisty beauty. He wasn’t afraid of Azazel, like many of the others Dio had sent after him were; they weren’t worth his time.
“You’re quite right,” Azazel said. “Then let’s begin.” He brandished his sword and let his wings out. He had eight large wings, showing his rank as the prince of the heavenly realms. However, unlike the other angel, whose wings were all white, two of Azazel's eight wings were different colors; one black and the other blood-red, like the color of his own eyes.
He looked at the angel, who was wrapped in all black from neck to toe. It was a wonder he could move at all. “Feel free to go shirtless. I want this fight to be fair, after all.”
Seeming to agree, the angel shrugged off the coat he was wearing and stood before him in a sleeveless, tight-fitting turtleneck shirt. Azazel appreciatively admired his muscular arms and chest that had been hidden underneath his coat. The young angel released his wings, and six beautiful wings flared, surprising him. They were majestically white, showing their brilliance. Azazel slowly drew his gaze from the wings and landed on the man, who seemed to have a halo surrounding his aura.
“Tell me,” Azazel said. “Are you the one they call Uriel, the angel of man and heaven?”
“Why do you need to know that?”
“A man has the right to know the name of his killer.”
“Fine, I am Uriel, but let’s leave all that stuff at the end off.”
“Very well, let’s begin.”
Uriel raised his sword and charged after and swung at Azazel, who blocked it, needing a bit more strength than he'd been expecting. The force when their swords clashed shook the room slightly, and Azazel’s lips curled into a smirk that had him feeling joyous. He pushed the other man back and retaliated with little force, which seemed to anger Uriel.
Both men fought and danced around each other, clashing swords, sweat beading on their foreheads, and panting breaths, but neither seemed to want to bend to the other’s will. They fought on the ground and in the air, and no blood was drawn no matter how hard they went at each other.
The atmosphere was charged and heightened Azazel's arousal each time their swords clashed, and he knew that he would want to fuck someone after their fight was over. Too bad it wouldn't be the beautiful angel in front of him. Azazel could also see why Dio had taken an interest in Uriel. The young angel was tenacious and refused to bend easily. He matched Azazel move for move; it felt as if they were making love with their clothes on.
He wasn’t sure how long they fought for but Azazel was getting tired of their game. He’d seen the moves Uriel had and was growing bored. Although they'd started on the ground, they ended up in the air, wings keeping them afloat, and he thought it was the perfect time to attack; essentially ending the fight.
He tightened his fingers around the hilt of his sword. Azazel let out more of his powers and attacked Uriel much harder than he had before. Azazel swung left then right back-to-back, not giving Uriel time to attack. Azazel could see that the young angel was getting tired, their height slowly lowering.
Azazel could see Uriel studying his moves and he wanted to show off a little, hoping to impress him. Just before Uriel could get the moment to attack, Azazel changed his strike, throwing his sword away and punching the other man in his beautiful face. He could see the shock on Uriel’s face, the force that would break any ordinary man’s jaw only bruised him.
Azazel smiled and used his wings to attack, bringing them in front of him and slashing Uriel across his chest, drawing first blood . It was a pity he had to injure the little beauty, but he was an angel and would be completely healed in a couple of days after some rest. Angels could either be killed by their own kind or a more powerful god. Taking away an angel’s power could be seen as a death sentence, while crushing or stabbing their heart was more effective; because an angel’s heart was their most valued treasure.
