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It was something of an angelic being - Crumb was a young virgin girl who maintained its innocence. A fallen angel, at best. Considering that it was of demonic blood. It was lucky enough to be allowed out of the underground, where wretched souls were contained and granted wings to access the clouds after completing a trial period. Crumb was newly adorned in full white clothing and respected by those surrounding it, all who acknowledged its background but did not by any means push stereotypes onto it based on merely being born into the wrong bloodline, when clearly, it was a blessing in disguise.
Although, it did have feelings of sexual desire. It was something that Crumb was capable of supressing without struggle. That was, until it met the purest person on the clouds. It felt higher than it already physically was - this was not love, no. Lust. Crumb was physically attracted to this person and their height, so much so that it could say it was "lust at first sight" to be blunt. It went around asking about them with a faint blush on its tan complexion; something that all of the angels teased about as it continued to ask around. It learnt that their name is Ranboo and they weren't born an angel, but rather a human. That meant that Ranboo was the only one who would have hormones - meaning potential libido? Crumb was interested. This could be its chance at a relationship since it left Hell for the above, it could additionally learn how to climb the Heavenly ranks from Ranboo.
Crumb played all the questions off, watering down its intense emotion and instead displaying it as something fluffy and child-like. That would be aspiration! It simply adored their wings, wanting to be able to use its own (which it had been struggling to adjust to since the new growth) as majestically as the person was. Not to mention how well-groomed every feather looked - making the sunlight reflect on them so much stronger than others and the way it decorated them, golden jewellery which looked light on them, but was surprisingly not falling off whenever they flapped their wings in the slightest. The jewellery must be clipped on to them to ensure it isn't lost.
Ranboo was a piece of eye candy, for sure. The Heavenly lighting set them as the perfect individual in its idealising gaze. Ranboo, the name which rolled off of its tongue like sweet pastries and dessert it had only tasted in the depths of its birthplace. Ranboo was probably the sweetest person, a good friend, but even better? An innocent human yet to be corrupted by those of Crumbs race.
Oh, human, how you grace Crumbs sights and ensure its pathway back down below the Earths core and into the heat no flesh should be able to maintain. The fire in its heart was enough to feel right at home, but this angelic human had the brilliance to flick Crumb at the nose and have it comically falling down like nothing more than a piece of paper. For a mere taste? Perhaps that would make the potential lack of privilege worth it. Maybe, just maybe, it could drag them right down behind itself with some acting and crocodile tears!
Fantasy could be Crumbs personal Heaven - seeing that Hell is tailored to its 'patients' to remind of their wrongdoings like rubbing hand sanitizer in an open paper cut. It was an artist, afterall. Fantasy was its realm, and Ranboo was a piece of art.
But, the feeling was one-sided. It was lurking, watching. Stalking, even. And that was when it found its virginity secured for another far-too-fucking-long. Ranboo was with someone, their fingers intertwining. They looked happy there, with who looked like a man? Crumb asked around, wondering what Ranboos sexual and romantic oritentation is. Suspect was proven truth when angels told it that Ranboo is gay, but denial set in. Crumb asked if perhaps that meant they were bisexual, pansexual or some other label it hadn't heard of. No.
There would be no reciprocation, nothing further than friendship between it and the angel. A stinging feeling burst into its chest, one that Crumb had never experienced in its years in Hell. Was this... Heartbreak?