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In a large continent, one somewhat resembling Europe, a grand, stone church was filled to the brim with religious followers. Inside, pews were occupied by men, women, and children alike, all dressed in long, modest clothing. Each of them had their hands clasped together in prayer as the Priest recited holy texts.
The windows of the church were made of stained, colored glass and they let in orange, red, blue, green, and yellow sunlight. The ceiling was high and decorated with paintings and art. The floor was made of smooth marble and there were multiple statues depicting their messiah.
The sound of the Priest’s loud voice rang thought the room, filling the ears of each humble follower. “We can all find salvation by the rejection of sin, we can all pledge ourselves to holiness and – “
Suddenly, a loud moan was heard from above.
“Akira…” said a voice, one that seemed to wrap around the entire building. The sound came from the attic, where no one had ventured the entire morning.
All occupants of the church froze in terror. They all knew that name, they had all heard it as children and learned to fear it. Their holy books had endless passages on Akira, otherwise known as the Devil. And the voice they heard…
Panic erupted among the congregation and many began to flee the church.
According to their religion, long ago, Akira betrayed God by an angel and taking it for himself. Akira then fled to Earth, where he defiled the angel, making it unfit for heaven, and thus dooming it to an eternity with the Devil as its only form of company.
The angel’s name was Ryo.
People still reported seeing the duo all around the world. Akira was said to have the wings of a bat, eyes like fire, teeth like knives, and the strength of a thousand men. Ryo was supposedly beautiful, with pale skin, long blonde hair, blue eyes, and six wings. Anyone who saw them together noted their duality and contrast from one another.
There was no way the angel was with the Devil willingly, everyone reasoned.
As the sound of moans grew more and more frequent, people began fleeing the church, convinced that the devil was torturing the angel, Ryo. They prayed for their safety and pushed their children out the doors as fast as they could. Even the priest fled.
And soon enough, the Church was empty… except for the two beings embracing lovingly in the cold, dusty attic. Inside the triangular space, multiple windows let in golden, morning sunlight that reflected off Ryo’s skin, making him glow.
Ryo moaned against Akira’s cheek, his face flushed a deep red. He was pinned to the floor, held down by the weight of the demon’s hips. His pale hands were splayed across Akira’s chest and they shook with anticipation. His chest heaved, and his blonde hair pooled around his head and shone brilliantly.
Akira’s eyes were glowing a smoldering red and his breaths were hot and burning. He loomed over Ryo and struggled to control himself. He teeth ached with the desire to sink into the blonde’s skin. He buried his face into Ryo’s neck and growled directly into his ear. “Tell me again.”
Ryo’s back arched and he struggled to find words, his heart beating a mile a minute. “A – I’m – “
Akira crowded closer and licked at the blonde’s throat. He pinched the base of Ryo’s wings and received a beautiful, broken moan in return. The thighs underneath him were shaking and parted easily under his weight.
Akira crushed Ryo to his chest, emotions raging in his chest, threatening to burst. “Tell me,” he begged, his voice a deep, animalistic timbre.
Cold, thin fingers caressed his cheek and blue eyes met his own. Ryo smiled and whispered two words they’d both been waiting for endlessly.
“I’m pregnant.”
A cry of joy erupted from Akira’s throat and he kissed Ryo with tears burning in his eyes. He cupped the blonde’s face and poured as much love as he possible could into the action. A part of him wanted to cradle Ryo to his chest and carry them somewhere more beautiful, more open and free.
Ryo often dragged him to churches to laugh at the sermons, finding it a source of comedy. Akira found some amusement in it as well, especially the tales surrounding them and their coupling. He often wondered how the humans would react if they were to learn that their stories were all wrong.
He wondered what they’d think upon learning that their devil had once been a human, just like them, and that their fabled angel was really Satan, the one who betrayed God.
Ryo wrapped his arms around Akira’s neck, deepening the kiss. His heart was thundering in his ears, elated at the obvious joy on his lover’s face. Finally, after so many years, finally they were starting a family.
Akira sobbed, smiling brilliantly. “I didn’t know it was possible to be this happy.”
Ryo closed his eyes. “What do you want to name it,” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Akira hiccupped, his throat tight. He nuzzled against Ryo neck and felt their souls twist and mingle. It was a feeling that couldn’t be properly described or duplicated. It was pure despite the fact that neither of them was sinless. It was something they would always share.
Akira settled his hand over Ryo’s stomach. “I want their name to be Angel.”
Ryo met Akira’s eyes and raised one of his perfect eyebrows. “I hope our current location isn’t affecting your judgement.”
Akira let out a small laugh and kissed Ryo’s cheek. “It definitely is.”
Ryo put their foreheads together and his expression grew serious. “It won’t be an angel,” he whispered.
Akira gripped Ryo’s waist tighter, emphasizing the importance of his next words. “Not to humans, but it will be to me.” His eyes flooded with more tears and his voice broke. “It’s the greatest gift you could possibly give me.”
Ryo caressed Akira’s face and wiped away his tears with loving hands. “I can’t think of a better father,” he said, his voice soft and gentle.
“You think,” Akira asked, leaning in to Ryo’s touch.
“I know.”
It was true. Ryo had spent millions of years with Akira and knew his every habit, tick, and mannerism. He was kind, gentle, and giving, and yet fierce, passionate, and strong. He was protective, watchful, and loyal.
Akira brought Ryo in for another kiss and murmured against his lips. “It took millions of years to find this moment.”
Ryo pulled back, wanting to hear the rest of his sentence.
Akira laughed joyfully, his eyes alight with vitality even after all their years. “And I don’t regret a second of it.”
Ryo melted against Akira, agreeing with that sentiment to the deepest core of his being.
Everything was perfect.