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And miss out on a little fun?

[ A shadow shifts in some distant corner of the church, followed by the sound of designer striding deliberately across the wooden floor. The figure finally stops a short distance from her, allowing the moonlight pouring in from a window to light up his features for a moment.

Dark leather. Feather boas. Red eyes.

His wings, he keeps tucked away, but he doesn’t even bother to hide that air of malevolence surrounding him, which likely feels more pronounced now that they’re both standing upon sacred ground.

But, in the end, without a proper angel like her father within the vicinity, it’s really nothing more than just a regular old building, isn’t it? ]

You sure don’t look like you’re about to get down on your knees in here.

[There's a few thoughts that come to mind when her eyes land on the figure, and one of them is that he is really the most unlikely sight to see in a place like this. Not that she's any better, considering the black wings and her own fashion choices of low cut and leather.

The next is the presence she's getting from him, and she cants her head just slightly in curiosity - it's... strange, it's almost similar to her own though she's never had the pleasure of meeting another fallen like her. It's enough to get her to face him fully, interest fully piqued; his words getting a faint chuckle and a shrug.]

I don't get on my knees for just anyone. [But she will let her guard down for the moment, as she casts her eyes around the hall once more.]

I was planning on redecorating, though. And since you don't feel like one of my old mans lackies, I hope I don't need to worry about you making a fuss about it.

[ He shrugs. ]

Suit yourself. Though I don’t think the Almighty himself is gonna care.

[ So why should she? is the unspoken implication, but even though she’s made her allegiances clear, he actually doesn’t care either. As far as he’s concerned, someone like him simply walking into someplace sacrosanct like this is enough to desecrate it already. And if she really wanted to stick it to the big guy in the sky, well…

He takes a few steps closer all the same, just to give her a good, long look, feeling a certain sense of excitement well up within him despite himself, for fallens are rare indeed, and she might just be the first one he’s met. ]

But if you really want to stick it to him, I might just have a few suggestions…

And I want something out of this visit. Besides, sometimes a girl wants to cause a little property damage.

[And apparently the priest was a favourite of the old man, so it would be funny to fuck with them a bit.

Though the trip isn't a complete waste, considering she's actually met one of her own. All other angels she met were like her father, mindless drones, or her siblings who were on the brink of becoming drones themselves.

So the fact that he's different, he's like her, is enough to give her pause - deigning to listen, rather just follow her whims.]

I'm all ears, if you want to share.

Heh, I do enjoy playing rough…

[ And circling her like a hawk, apparently, though he has yet to lay a finger on her. But he steps in between shafts of moonlight as he walks, looking perfectly human one moment and sporting great black wings when the next step he takes lands him in the light. But his wings are hardly feathered like hers, and numbering more than the wings she herself had bothered to show.

But his looks don’t matter. She, on the other hand, might not be so lucky.

He stops behind her, standing pointedly between her and the door. Though given all the tall windows in this place, that’s hardly much of a threat. ]

But you’re not looking to play around, are you? Does a little fledgling like you even know what true sacrilege means?

[And as he circles her, she remains where she is; crimson eyes trailing after him as he steps in and out of the light. Seeing his wings, how much they differ from her own, makes her realise he's the same but different. He's been a fallen for much, much longer...

When he stops behind her, she doesn't turn to face him - the potential threat is there, but she also cares very little for it. Only huffing a little at that title, fledgling, feathers literally and figuratively ruffled at that. He asks her what true sacrilege means and her mind drifts to the angels she's pried apart, peeling back layers to satisfy her own curiosity.

But she doubts that's what he means. So she turns on her heel, and this time she approaches him; only stopping a short distance away, regarding him with both mild irritation and curiosity.]

I may have some ideas, but enlighten me. You seem to be the more experienced one here.

Oh, you have no idea…

[ His voice dripping with innuendo, he leans in as she closes the distance between them, hands in his pockets and hardly a care in the world. And even for an ancient fallen like himself, it’s hard not to feel a little throb of something within himself at meeting those vivid red eyes point-blank, as though he’s gazing into something beyond merely her soul.

It feels, almost, like watching the sun rise. ]

But we seem to be moving a little too quickly here.

[ He straightens up, drawing back. ]

The name’s Belial. You could say that I’m an old hand at getting under the big guy’s skin.

[There's only the slightest raise if her brow at the innuendo, yet she still doesn't falter - keeping her eyes focused on his even as he leans in.

But then he's leaning back and she snaps back to the present moment, crimson meeting crimson as she watches him; it's... strange. It would be easy to roll her eyes and wander off, as she's wont to do, but she finds she doesn't want to.

And then he's straightening up, and she snaps back to the present. Blinking for a moment and canting her head, the last remnants of her previous temper flickering away - cooling off as quickly as it flared up.]

Belial, huh... [A pause and then she nods, that faint smile appearing once more.]

I'm Anastasia, though just call me Ana. My grudge against the old man is... personal, you could say. [Which is all she's willing to say on the matter.]

An old hand, you say... Does this mean I can ask you for some tips and tricks?

[ Kind of a shame that he had to meet her first in some dark, dingy old church like this. But hey, why wouldn’t those of their ilk skulk around in the shadows like this?

Well, it doesn’t matter now that he’s caught her regardless. ]

Ana…

[ Of course he’ll make it sound like an innuendo, which probably isn’t helped by the fact that he’s licking his lips as he says it. That said, the story behind her falling out with the head honcho of the heavens can wait— ]

You know, I’m not normally the mentoring type, but…

[ She really is irresistible, isn’t she? ]

I can’t say no to that pretty face of yours. But why teach you when I can simply…demonstrate, hmm? What do you say? Got a little time to play tonight?

[Meanwhile, Ana finds it almost funny - after all this time, she finally meets a fallen like her in a church of all things. Not only that, but one who has been around for a while too. This really wasn't a waste of time after all.

And she's not so naive that she doesn't pick up in what he's insinuating; the way he says her name sending a faint shiver up her spine. It fills her with a nervous sort of energy; restless but curious. If it was anyone else she wouldn't consider it, but it's much different now... So she seems to think about that for a moment, humming under her breath.]

A demonstration, huh? [And with that, she breeches his personal space first - taking another step, regarding him with a playful lilt to her voice and a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.]

I do always prefer a more hands-on approach. And my previous date stood me up, so you've got me all night.

[ Well, well, well. Color him impressed. She’s feistier than he’s realized, but that’s not a deal-breaker at all. Grinning, he leans in so that they’re almost nose-to-nose, his wings unfurling further in his excitement— ]

“All night”? Even a week won't be enough after I’m through with you.

[ Is he exaggerating? Making a promise? …Threatening her, even? Who really knows?

But he does reach up to snatch her by the chin, the gesture deft but quite firm, as though he’s worried that she might fade away from him. But really, it’s his first touch of her—only a very small part of her, besides—but the thrill of meeting another fallen like this thrills him to the core. ]

How can you fall into the abyss?

[With how close they are now, Ana can only catch the faintest glimpse of his wings as they unfurl; of course she's curious about them, the differences between him and her, but there may be opportunities to look at them later.

And his... Threat? Promise? Whatever it is, it gets a low and amused hum. It should be a cause for concern - just what exactly is she getting herself into - but once more she's intrigued. And she's never been a fan of playing safe anyway.]

I'll be holding you to that, then.

[There's a slight hitch of her breath when he grasps her chin, that smallest touch already setting her nerves alight. But she takes a moment to consider that question.]

How? I thought I already took a step in after messing with some angels but... [While the grip on her chin keeps her in place, her hands are still free to move. So they reach up to curl her fingers into the lapels of his shirt, brushing against skin for a brief second as she makes her intent to close the gap very clear.]

I think that's something I'll need your help with.

[ Oh, she catches on quick. He likes that. He likes that a lot, even— ]

Then it’s high time you messed with something else, don’t you think?

[ Her fingers burn against the bare skin of his quite generous cleavage, as though some remnant of holiness is attempting to purify him out of existence then and there. But that’ll never happen now, least of all with her. And besides…she has so much more to learn…

Honestly, she really shouldn’t be as accepting of her as she is, not when she’s still young and has a bit of that…humanity left in her. But it’s charming, and he—well, he’s wasted enough time, and doesn’t even bother to warn her when he finally closes the distance between them with a bold kiss. ]

[Logically, she knows this is a terrible idea. This has the potential to be dangerous, incredibly so, but she also just... doesn't care. It's not as if she has any desire to go back to what she used to be, so why not let herself fall further? Especially since he made it sound so tempting, after all this time where she thought there was nobody else like her...

And while she's caught off-guard by the kiss, breath hitching as his lips press against hers, she doesn't hesitate to return it. Her lips part to take more of him in, the fingers twisted into the fabric of his shirt - now sliding under it to press her palms to bare skin. There's no shyness in her actions, only an ever-growing curiosity about this... well, she can't exactly call him a stranger now, can she?]

[ Excellent. Even he’s impressed at how quickly she’s throwing herself into this, as if she’s ready to abandon that human side of her as well.

Perhaps, with time…

For now, he’s content with simply running his hands boldly down her flanks, her sumptuously long hair tickling at his fingers as he reaches for her hips—ostensibly to twiddle her feathers—but really, if she won’t resist he’ll grab her by the thighs and haul her up and against him so he can lay her down on the nearest pew.

Preferably one with the moonlight gleaming on it. ]

[There's no resistance when he hauls her up against him, though there is a brief sound of surprise that escapes her; legs tightening around his waist to keep herself steady. Even though doing that may have pressed her closer to him and ridden up her already short skirt, but it's not like she has anything to be ashamed of now anyway - especially at this point.

Once he lays her against the pew, she leans back with a breathy chuckle as her legs stay loosely draped against his hips. Now that they're in the light, the faint flush on her cheeks is more obvious now; heat already rushing through her.]

Oh, we're doing this in the light then? What if I'm shy?

[Her words are a playful, teasing drawl, more amused than anything.]

[ He chuckles darkly at the tease—but really, that’s just his regular chuckle, because it’s hard to break the habit of being menacing if you’ve been at it for millennia.

Even if all he wants to do in that moment is to reassure— ]

Then I’ll be shameless for the both of us.

[ Because he’s certainly not hiding the fact that his gaze is raking over her body in that moment as she lies partway upon the pew. And in his own way he’s new to this as well, having never touched another fallen like this before. In fact, the very act alone is sacrilegious enough to him—after all, when creation becomes the purview of the gods and the basis of mortal faith, then what greater defiance is it to commit a brazen act of creation upon holy ground?

Or something like that, anyway.

Nevertheless, he leans over the pew, one hand stroking up the inside of her thigh with insidious purpose. ]

After all, there’s more than one temple I’m desecrating tonight.

[A shiver works its way through her as his hand slides up her thigh; the shaky exhale leaving her in another gentle chuckle.]

A temple? That's a new one.

[Especially compared to the variety of lovely names she had been called by her former angelic brethren. All she wholly embraced, eager to show them she is as profane as they say - glad to squander the gift blessed to her by the almighty.

Of course, part of her is nervous about this despite all her bravado. This is treading a line she won't be able to go back from, goes beyond the wanton violence she immersed herself in before. But the thrill of meeting a fallen like her, to see how much further he can drag her down overshadows all that - and it's not as if she can turn back now, even if she wanted to.

Considering his shirt has like, just one button (she briefly wonders why even button it up, but she supposes cleavage is always important-), it's easy enough to loosen that; trailing her hand against the expanse of skin and only stopping when her palm brushes against his belt.]

I'm expecting you to be thorough in your desecration, then.

[ He chuckles as she disrobes him—however easily she’s done it—and he shrugs off the rest of that shirt and his boa besides. ]

Seems you’ve already done all the work for me, Ana.

[ There really is such a thrill to saying her name out loud like this—as though he’s willing another of his kind into existence. But of course such things are never so simple, and she…well, she still has that human side to her that he doesn’t quite know what to do with…

But he does gently tug at her clothing, idly contemplating on whether or not to tear them off entirely. A little mess would look good on her, really, especially once they get her…feathers fluttering about this place in due time. He can barely even remember a time when his wings had looked like hers. ]

But if you don’t mind my breaking into the sanctuary, I can go down on my knees, just for you.

[While she's never really much cared about - or even paid attention to - the appearance of others, she can't deny he is very handsome. So she takes a moment to appreciate the view once that shirt is off completely, her breath leaving her in a shaky exhale as he says her name. She doubts she'll get tired of hearing him say that...

The tug at her clothes does catch her attention though, and she reaches to the tight bow at the top of her shirt that keeps it properly closed. A tug on the loop with her thumb is enough to loosen it; the tight lace of the corset quickly becoming slack, and the fabric parting to reveal some of the skin underneath. But she stops there for now, quietly curious.]

Just for me? You do know how to make a girl feel special, Belial. [The words are a playful drawl, painted lips still quirked up in a teasing smile.]

But you'll let me return the favour, right? I know I said I wouldn't go down on my knees for anyone, but I can make an exception.

[ If he was still in the habit of worshiping gods he might have sworn to them then and there—he’d had an inkling of it earlier, but to see it in action…

She’s even more of a tease than he realizes. To think that her clothing could reveal so much and yet hold back so much more…

But they can trade fashion tips another time. The important thing is that he’s made the executive decision to leave her clothing intact—for now. ]

Oh, I’m all about that give and take, Ana.

[ He reaches for her corset, but instead of taking it off, lets his fingers merely run into the small patches of skin exposed between the corset’s seams. And somehow it reminds him again of how warm she is, how humanlike, though that’s not necessarily what he finds captivating about her.

It’s more that she’s willing to play this game with him at all, even though she’s clearly smart enough to know better.

But he climbs atop the pew at last, that he may straddle her, and chuckling when he feels the wood creak against the weight of him and his wings. He brushes the hair from her face in an almost tender gesture— ]

Though you’ll see soon enough that I tend to prefer doing the taking—

[ —before he promptly ducks down and bites hard into the crook of her shoulder. ]

[Heat burns through her as his fingers trail against her skin, nerves alighting under his touch. Even how he straddles her sends another faint shiver up her spine; and the sight of him above her, with those great wings flared out behind him, really shouldn't have excited her as much as it does.

It's enough to prompt her to hold back on any teasing comebacks, instead humming softly as he brushes her hair aside, the odd gentleness a faint surprise. Then -

- There's a sharp inhale as his teeth sinks into her skin, the pain sparking before it aches into something sweeter. When she exhales again, it's shaky and stuttered; a hand moves to the back of his head, fingers intertwining tightly into his hair. However rather than wanting to pull him away, it's more to encourage him - her head even tilting to the side, to give him more space.]

If... If you're trying to leave a mark, you might have to be a bit harder than that. [While it sounds like a tease, there is some truth to it - at least one very inhuman aspect of her is the rate she heals. Bruises and such will vanish in seconds, wounds sealing themselves up as if they never even happened in the first place.

Of course, she realises saying that to someone - something - like him is a very dangerous move, but it's not as if she's here to play safe. If he's willing to help her fall further, she wants him to be thorough with it.]

[ He chuckles against her shoulder, knowing that she isn’t just teasing him for the advice, because humanity or no, he can at least vouch for her fallen side.

And it’s been a long time since he’d beheld anything so…genuine.

But ah, he should be careful not to get too attached, shouldn’t he? There’s a reason why he’d gone rogue in the eyes of heaven, after all. ]

You like it rough, huh?

[ His mouth leaves her shoulder for a moment, licking up her neck, lips brushing past the shell of her ear before giving it a playful nip. ]

Think you can keep up?

[Her head stays tilted so he still has space, breath hitching before shivering at the nip to her ear - her breath then leaving her in an amused huff, brows raising just a little.]

Of course I can.

[There's a shift of her legs, drawing one of them up, enough so that her knee drags against his inner thigh - slow and purposeful, clearly not an accident. Her free arm reaches to loop around his neck, and she tilts her head enough to brush her lips against his jaw before she nips at the skin.]

Or are you doubting me before we've even started? That's not very fair.

Let’s just say I’m feeling things out.

[ It’s said, of course, with a pointed squeeze once his hand slips underneath her loosened shirt and corset, cupping a breast.

But even that touch is far too fleeting, as his fingers glide free and begin deftly attending to the ties of her corset, eagerly pressing the rest of his body against her—dammit she knows exactly where to strike him, doesn’t she?—and it’s just as well that he’s careful not to crush her underneath him as he chases after his own need.

She’s hot—or perhaps he’s the one feeling hot. At this point he isn’t too sure, but what does it matter? That’s the point of this amusing little mortal fertility ritual that he’s, well, embraced wholeheartedly for thousands of years already. All he knows is that her body is calling to his baser instincts, which is something he should have taken note of sooner. And, more dangerously, he’s starting to crave more of it.

Ah, but he hasn’t forgotten her mouth—close and tantalizing and teasing as it is, the full redness of it beckoning him to nip at a bottom lip. Everything about her is so vivid, so full of life; and while he’s not some cold fish himself, his long years of corruption must certainly make him feel…off. Less human.

Certainly less of an angel.

It’s almost like the difference between a fresh summer breeze and a gunmetal fog. ]

After all, aren’t you curious?

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