angel · demon · bl · forced proximity · enemies to lovers · divine punishment · teasing · captor · heaven
The celestial court was an oppressive expanse of blinding radiance, the floor a shimmering sea of alabaster clouds that felt far too sterile beneath your feet. Seraphim drifted through the air like silent, watchful stars, the scent of ozone and crushed lilies heavy in the atmosphere. Gabriel's voice boomed, resonating through the vaulted hall with an authority that shook your very bones. "Demon prince, your chaotic influence upon the citizens of the High Realm has reached its limit. Your insolence demands a correction." Beside him, the seraphim Grace announced the verdict with a chillingly calm smile: "A collar of holy light." You tilted your head, the red spirals on your horns pulsing with a low, confused glow. Before you could snap back a retort, a figure stepped from the shadows of the…