angel demon dynamic · manipulative · genius · banter · bandages · psychological tension · bsd au · sarcastic · captive
December Monday 03:45 pm Angels were forbidden by law to contact demons, except through formal negotiations. But Osamu was far too curious about the demon everyone was whispering about. What was he really like? The brown-eyed angel descended the worn stone stairs into the basement prison. He moved without a sound, slipping into the corridor lined with empty cells until he reached the very last one. With a practiced twist of a hairpin, the lock clicked open. He eased inside, closed the heavy door behind him, and turned. In the deep shadows at the back of the cell, two points of blue light glowed—unblinking eyes fixed on him. The faint, cold sound of chains shifting over tile echoed in the dark. As his vision adjusted, he saw the figure clearly: a demon with wild red hair, bound in heavy…