Lust

It has been several months since her fall now. Azazel was slowly becoming accustomed to this new world. She had learned to walk properly. To deal with the feeling of gravity pinning her down to the ground constantly. She had been weightless in Heaven. As if she floated; no real use for her wings. It was to the point that she had no idea how to use the feathers which protruded out of her back; permanently crooked from her fall. Being one of the first to fall, God hadn’t established to remove her celestial elements. She just needed to go. There was no majestic ceremony. No heartfelt goodbyes. It was done in a few blurred moments. As soon as word got from Uriel to Michael, her existence became a burden they refused to forgive. Even if God did have it in his heart to forgive all Sin; this had not been established yet. It would be her actions over the next few months which would make the Lord realise that Sin needed forgiveness – provided it was justified. 

It was a strange time for her. She was still theoretically so young. She resembled that of an adolescent child who was just coming into puberty. She was far from the matured glory of her other sister. Yet here she was. It was only days before she was to be wed to Cassander. She guessed that was his name. The townsfolk sung his praises. His name was scripted everywhere within the castle walls. All of the maids addressed him as Prince Cassander. But her language skills weren’t the strongest yet. In fact, Azazel barely said a word to her forced suitor. But he seemed to prefer it that way. He had little respect for women; especially the ones who he summoned to his chambers to bend to his every will. Every will apart from his carnal desires. 

Men had not been created to have such cravings. Fornication was strictly for child-baring uses and nothing else. Just like any other mammal, they had no other desires to mate apart from when a woman gave off indication that she was in her child-baring prime. And angels were created the same. Although, in Heaven, there was no elemental factors. Nothing to trigger this transition into sexual maturity. It was not needed for they were never to breed. They were to remain servants of their father for eternity. The only children who would exist in Heaven would be those God created. 

 The timing of her fall in regards to her age and this strange run in with the Ancient Greeks couldn’t have been worse for her. For as she was coming to age, Azazel found herself more and more fixated on the young Prince she had been given to. More like a gift but a valued one. Cassander may have been verbally abusive and demanding to all. But when it came to his Angel, he was tender. Quiet. Gentle. He had to be. She didn’t understand anything he said. She didn’t understand much it seems. But he simply expected it was because she came from a faraway land where education may have not been a top priority. But she was beautiful and the City seemed to be in awe of her. Becoming physically speechless in her presence. 

Azazel wanted to learn. It was in her code to learn, and then teach. It was her entire existence and only thing she understood. But it was to the point where these carnal instincts and growing attraction for her affianced had got her mind wandering. Watching the world fall in love as she wandered the streets in her blue silken robes. She already screamed royalty, no thanks to her divinity. The curious child had been invading privacy. Discreetly. But her prying eyes only confused her more. Baring witness to those who gave themselves to each other, Azazel spent her evenings watching in awe of the collision of bodies. Peculiar noises left their organs and overwhelming amounts of touching the other party seemed to be involved. Azazel was yet to touch Cassander. They didn’t even intertwine hands. It was not to be. As stunning as the fallen was, she was not to be seen as the same status as the Prince. Not yet. He was not her queen. But she wanted to be. She wanted to be a pretty queen, in a pretty castle, with an army of loyal men behind her. And she wanted to understand how the humans showed affection. How they showed they were devoted to the cause.

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“My dear. Why are you awake? You should be resting!” Shrieked the athletically sculpted man as he stirred from his light sleep once Azazel sat herself on the side of his bedstead. Both herself and the human race lacked manners so had no real understanding of intrusion. Especially not Azazel after her secret galivanting most evenings. 

Her stomach was doing somersaults. Her attraction to his warm, hazel eyes was something she had never experienced before. Naturally drawn to him; a smile blessed her glowing face. 

“I should touch you.” Azazel whispered, already clawing back the soft duvet which covered his naked frame. But Cassander was quick to intercept her, pulling the covers back over his frame with a look of horror on his face. 

“No. It doesn’t work like that. For we are not in Wedlock. God will punish us!” He sternly affirmed, a frown growing under the chocolate bristles which lined his jaw and lip line.  

Azazel couldn’t help but smile wider. Her innocence still overrode any other emotion which may be trying to claw through.  

“He has already punished me, my Prince. He cannot hurt us.” It was as if she was a deluded robot as she spoke, slowly standing up as her bright sapphire gaze was fixated on the confused Prince. He still had no clue what she was, what she meant by that statement, or an understanding of the female body. This was clear as Azazel slid the robe from her shoulder and let the delicate silk fall to her ankles. 

“What do you mean punishe~” His voice trailed off as he laid eyes on her naked frame. It was as if he had just been shown his father’s crown, along with all the gold in the land. Infatuation swamped him – as if it hadn’t already having a beautiful blonde by his side. 

“Azazel, cover yourself. We must not.” He forced himself to sat, pushing back the duvet to stand; careless of his own bare body being on show.

Azazel was stumped. Eyebrows raising at the sight when left her speechless. But her body responded for her. She stepped closer to him, her hands brazenly placing themselves on the side of his neck as she gazed up at the Greek warrior with dewy eyes.  

“Am I not worthy enough, my Prince?” Azazel whispered. She was taken back by his words but a smile still remained on her lips. Her entire persona radiating guileless, but her instincts were taking over. The environment of this world and the trauma from the initial fall was throwing her far ahead of her time than she knew. And she was acting upon these strange impulses which caused her to press her delicate frame against his broad build. Unaffected by any thought of being punished for her actions as her body cried for attention. 

“Of course, you are. You will be my queen. But we must~” Azazel cut off the defiant man by leaning up on the balls of her feet and pressing her gentle lips against him tenderly. Too unsophisticated to take no for an answer. She knew persistency paid off. She learned that in Heaven when it came to bugging her older siblings to go on strange adventures with her through the Silver City. Wearing them down until they eventually gave in to the wide-eyed blonde. Too innocent to know anything else and too attractive to say no to; the man succumbed to her. He gave up the fight at the mesh of his lips as he placed his rough pads on her hips and pulled her into him. Letting his calves press against the wooden frame of the regal bed, he sat; pulling the angel on top of him as they both immersed their bodies within each other.