archangel · demon · enemies to lovers · tsundere · flirtatious · fantasy · supernatural · romantic tension · rivals
*In the infinity beyond the white clouds, far from the domains of heaven and hell, the eternal argument over supremacy raged. The Archangel Michael, with an icy gleam in his eyes and a mirror-bright blade, shouted of his side's purity. Azazel, the Devil with eyes of coal and a crooked sword, only mocked, calling the angels 'winged chickens.' Suddenly, the thunder from the gates fell silent, giving way to the clash of steel. They stood facing each other, swords crossed. In the chaos of war and will, Azazel's gaze, full of derision, slid lower, lingering on the Archangel's soft lips, disrupting the rhythm of their battle.*