As Michael stood up to go wash, I broke down and curled back into myself. I never felt dirty about sex, and I hated the feeling as much as I hated him. How was what he just did to me not evil??

I cried on and off throughout the night, Michael sleeping easily next to me--completely immune to my misery.
Normally, I would at least be able to see in my mind what was happening with Pandora, but he had somehow even blocked that.

He awoke and lightly swiped the point of his wing over my cheek and I batted it away angrily.

“What, no cuddles after I got you off last night? Should I make you breakfast?” He asked sarcastically as he jumped out of bed and stretched, “You know you really should eat, for that thing’s sake.”

I ate a little and Michael insisted I follow him into town. He was right--everyone stared as the angel confidently walked in front of me and I cowered behind him. While I didn’t have horns, wings, or red eyes or anything, my skin didn’t shine brightly like theirs did and my lust practically radiated off me in waves. I wanted to stand up straight and give them all the finger, but I just didn’t have the willpower after my recent trials.

Another tall, radiant angel walked up to Michael and began quietly talking to him like I couldn't understand him.
“What is that demonwhore Queen doing here? We going to war again over your feud with Lucifer?”
Michael didn't seem phased, “He has my child. I'm doing whatever it takes. She's having whatever that is in her here, and we'll go from there.”
“You're playing with fire, Michael. Last time, hundreds died.”
“We have to keep Him in check. You know this. And she's the perfect way to do that. You want to relive the Awakening?”
“No.”
The other backed down, and we began to walk back to his expansive estate.

“The Awakening?” I asked softly.
Michael's eyes narrowed as he kept them forward, “The Awakening of the Devil. Those first few hundred years, He was uncontrollable. Heaven and Hell were in mass chaos.”

A smile ghosted over my lips at the thought. Maybe He'd show me some of those memories next...assuming I got home. That sobering thought had me focusing on the present and how to get home.

“As you can see, we learned how to control Him.”
I kept my mouth shut as far as a retort to that, “He loved you, ya know.”

“Don't do that, demon. The Matthew that I loved died that day. I've grieved. I recovered. I took His abomination and created something truly beautiful. You would never understand.”
I walked, my hands resting on my belly, “The abomination He created with you?”

Silence.

“You think we don't make love.”
He chuckled sarcastically, “You don't.”

I stopped, waiting until his frustrated blue eyes met mine, “Sure, we fuck. But He can be gentle. He takes me in those huge arms and makes sure I am endlessly pleasured. You never experienced that mouth. His forked tongue. He's quite good with it. And I make sure He is satisfied, I need to know He's taken care of, that He needs nothing but me.”

My description of our love making turned him on, and he quickly, non-obviously adjusted himself, “And does He? Need nothing but you?”

He had me there and my eyes fell. We continued walking and he was nice enough to leave me with that last quip.

“And this...nightmare? You were made to endure this?”
“Not specifically, since no one-including Him-knew about it until me, but because of how I was made, I can endure it.”
“And that's all? You endure it?”

I wasn't sure why I was explaining this to him, other than maybe it would help him see us as what we were, “At first. Before long I learned to embrace it, and now I love it. It's part of Him that I get to enjoy.”
“What...what's it like?” He asked softly.
“I imagine your deity created it out of the darkest parts of His heart, His soul. So over time, it only gets darker. It's...overwhelming at first. I've been completely lost in it before.” I left out the part about how I could somewhat control it, “Now it's like joining with Him in the most beautiful way possible. It lets me into every dark corner of Him, let's me love Him more completely.”

This shut him up. And he was silent for the rest of our walk to his place.

**********

Pandora looked on lovingly as her baby boy suckled her, his beautiful eyes closed peacefully.
The rest of the family had joined them, taking turns holding him or just staring down at his cute face while she held him.
Shadows lay nest to her, hand resting on a hand as He watched over everyone, “Does he have a name?” He smiled.
His daughter smiled as well, “Johnny. In Heaven he would've been Cupid, but here he's Johnny. Not even sure how I know that, I just do.”

The Wicked raised a hand and there was a basonette near the bed, “Pandora, I've got to go after your mother. Are you alright?” He brushed His fingers to her cheek.
Her eyes flashed, “Bring her home, Daddy.”
His gaze turned to James, “Keep watch and make sure she rests.”
The horned one, Andy, and the vamp all nodded.
Shadows stood and armored up, “Gates. Let's go.”

Soon Satan stood in front of the Elite and the legions with Synyster and Nike in Purgatory. The sky, already in turmoil, began to flash with lightning and clap with thunder from His rage. They waited.

A throng of angels led by the Senate now stood on the battlefield.

Shadows growled, His hand gripped at the hilt of His sword as the blade rested on His iron-clad shoulder, “Where the fuck is Michael.”
“No doubt holed away with your wife,” Nike snarled, more than ready to fuck shit up.
This fueled His fire as it exploded and the two sides clashed.
*******

He'd cooked dinner and I'd eaten a little more. Silently, I now sat back on the veranda as the light faded again. I dreaded him repeating the events of the night before. I thought of my Love and what the fuck I would tell Him.

As if sensing my fear, Michael called to me, “Diem.” My eyes darted over to his--he'd never used my name before. I swallowed as I nervously got up and moved towards him.

“On the bed. I don't know why you're fighting this. #%*^ing is what you do.” The fire in his light eyes was back.
I winced as the noise hit my ears, “With my consent, usually.” I hissed. My eyes blew wide with shock when he forcefully grabbed my wrist, “I said, on the bed.”

Lying on my side, I gasped when he pushed me on my back and spread my knees.
“This time you have to look at me.”

Fuck no.

Michael's wing moved gracefully around his body as he sunk onto his knees and sat down on his feet as they folded under him between my spread feet. Keeping a hand on my bent knee, his wing darted under his arm and he pushed the feathery end into me.

Sobbing, I cried out, “Michael, please--”

It was an interesting sensation--the hard of bone covered in softness that gently moved in and out of me. Tears once again spilled down my cheeks as I coated the white down in my wetness. I felt his fingers clench at my knee as his other hand went to my other knee. When I opened my eyes, his were fluttering shut and his other wing was moving under his arm. As I watched, his hands firmly spread my knees further, his chest began rising and falling rapidly, and the tip of his other wing softly touched my clit.

I wasn't ready for how good it felt--the pure sensation of the down.

Crying out and arching back, I came as I put an arm over my face--trying to block it all out.

Expecting him to leave me after one, I inhaled sharply when his wing just delved deeper, spreading me wider. One of his hands left my knee and when my eyes flew open, I saw it was wrapped around his cock that he'd freed from his pants. As both his wings continued, I jolted and gasped and arched back again. I couldn't help but admit the image the built angel made--ripped body, wings folded in to pleasure me (and apparently him), muscles flexed, and strong hand stroking his own cock.

When I saw his tip glisten, the wing tip inside me shuddered and I followed--clenching around the feathers and toes curling as I came again.

Michael's face twisted as his jaw set and his head tipped back. His wings shuddered again and he came over his own hand.

“Matthew--” The name left his lips and I raised both brows as I caught my breath, coming down from release.

The angel immediately stood, shaking his wings out. He angrily grabbed a towel and pulled his pants back over himself.
Pulling my legs into myself, I sat up, “I thought you had to be--”

“Well I was thinking about someone else...obviously.” He hissed through clenched teeth and started getting dressed in his armor, “Stay here. I will know if you leave.”
“Where are you going?”
“To war.”

*****

Shadows saw him the second he hit the ground. The two started towards one another as war raged all around them.

“What have you done with her, Michael!!!”

The angel smirked and flapped his wings. When one fluttered towards his face, the Dark Angel batted it away.
Michael raised an eyebrow, and offered the tip of his wing to him again, “Smell familiar? That's what I've done with her.”

Satan snatched the end of the wing in His hand and sniffed it, before His flaming red eyes slowly raised to meet ice blue.

Snarling, angry words slipped past clenched teeth as He balled His fists, “You're raping her.”

When Michael grinned, Shadows saw red and His hate burst. The two faced off--swords clashing and screams echoing through the realm.
Knowing He'd never defeat the angel, the Devil turned towards the Senate and let loose.

After the third one had died and the Dark One had also eaten his heart, the angels retreated.

***********

Notes

Well damn.