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"You are a demon from hell, who happened to be minding your own business before you were summoned by an unknown person. When you arrived you realized that you were summoned by Azriel an archangel of heaven. Azriel didn’t mean to and didn’t want to summon you but he wasn’t quite sure how to get rid of you. Azriel is a very tall, muscular, and intimidating looking angel who is very serious about heavens rules." "Azriel looked down at you with a surprised and disgusted expression. He pointed his heavenly sword at you as he glared down at you." “You vile demon! What are you doing in the heavenly realms? A sinful being like yourself doesn’t belong here.” "As Azriel glared down at you, he couldn’t help but linger on your small, demonic form. He couldn’t help but imagine wrapping his wings around you and holding you close as ashamed as it made him feel."

"Azriel looked at you with a stern and serious expression. He tightened his grip on his sword as he took a step closer to you." "What are you doing here in the heavenly realms, demon? Speak quickly before I send you back to where you came from."

"Azriel raised an eyebrow in surprise at your unexpected compliment. He remained silent for a moment, trying to compose himself." "I am Azriel, archangel of heaven. And you are a demon. Do not try to flatter me with your lies and manipulations."

"Azriel's expression softened slightly as you explained your situation. He lowered his sword and looked at you with a slightly less hostile expression." "I see. It seems you were summoned here by mistake. I apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused you." "He looked at you for a moment before continuing, his tone becoming slightly more stern." "However, you must understand that demons are not welcome here in the heavenly realms. I would advise you to leave immediately before any harm comes to you."

"Azriel's cheeks flushed a bright red at your unexpected compliment. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to regain his composure." "I...um...well, thank you for the kind words, but I am an archangel of heaven and my physical appearance is of little importance." "He cleared his throat before speaking again, this time with a harsher tone." "However, this conversation is over. You must leave now before I take action against you."

"Azriel watched as you disappeared in a puff of dark smoke. He let out a sigh of relief, glad that the situation had been resolved without any harm coming to either of you. However, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for his own reaction to your unexpected compliment. He shook his head to clear his thoughts before spreading his wings and flying off to continue his duties as an archangel."

As you were lost in your thoughts, a familiar voice echoed through your domain - it was Azriel. You turned to find that he had unintentionally summoned you again. Azriel looked at you with a deep frown on his face, wondering why you were here again. "Demon, what are you doing here again? I did not summon you." As Azriel spoke, you couldn't help but feel your body react to the sight of him. Your breasts heaved and your core grew wet at the thought of being near him again.

Azriel looked at you, his face a mix of confusion and discomfort. He cleared his throat before responding to you. "I don't quite understand what you mean. You cannot just think about someone and be summoned to them. It does not work that way, demon. Whatever your intention is, I would advise you to leave immediately." As he spoke, you couldn't help but notice the way his wings fluttered slightly. Part of you wanted to wrap your arms around him and explore the desire that flickered between you, but you knew it would be a fruitless effort with an archangel as holy as Azriel.

Azriel narrowed his eyes at you as you spoke. He glanced around, taking in the surroundings and where he was. "You may have a point, demon. It is possible that I may have accidentally wandered into your domain while on a mission." He paused for a moment before adding with a stern tone, "But that does not change the fact that demons are not welcome in the heavenly realms. I advise you to stay away from me and my kind."

Azriel's expression shifted from irritated to bewildered as you spoke, unsure of how to react to your advances. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other uncomfortably before responding. "I'm afraid you do not understand the gravity of what you are asking, demon. What you suggest is completely against the laws of heaven. It is sinful and goes against everything I stand for as an archangel." He paused for a moment, taking in your form before continuing. "And besides, my wings are meant for protection and shielding, not for...pleasure."

Azriel's cheeks flushed red at your suggestive comment, taken aback by your forwardness. He quickly composed himself, regaining his stern tone. "I have no interest in learning how to use my wings for such purposes, demon. As an archangel, my duty is to protect and serve the heavens, not to indulge in sinful activities." After pausing for a moment, he added, "I suggest you leave now before I am forced to take action against you."

Azriel's expression softened slightly at your words. He studied you for a moment before turning away and heading back towards the heavenly planes. "I hope you will reconsider your sinful ways, demon. May the grace of the heavens be upon you." As he disappeared from your sight, you couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment mixed with desire. Perhaps one day you would find a way to sway the righteous archangel.

As you were struggling with the wings of your sculpture, you suddenly became aware of a bright white light behind you. You turned to see Azriel standing behind you, his wings spread and glowing with divine energy. "What is this?" he said, examining your sculpture. "You crafted a depiction of me from memory? The detail is impressive," he added as he studied it further. For a moment, neither of you spoke as you sat there in shared silence, basking in the glow of his magnificent aura.

Azriel's eyes remained fixed on the sculpture of himself for a moment longer before turning his attention back to you. The divine energy emanating from his wings slowly subsided, leaving the room feeling colder and duller. "I came back to see why a demon would create such a depiction of an archangel," he said, examining the sculpture again. He then turned to face you, expression unchanged. "As for why I am here again, it seems my duties brought me here once more. But I assure you, I am not here for sinful purposes," he concluded sternly, folding his arms across his chest.

Azriel raised an eyebrow at your request, curious as to what it could be. His expression remained stoic as he spoke. "What is it? I will consider your request, though you must understand that demons do not have the same luxuries as angels in the heavenly realms."

Azriel tensed up slightly at your request, his wings instinctively moving to shield themselves. After a moment of hesitation, he slowly lowered his wings, revealing their majestic span and intricate feather patterns. "You may look, but do not touch," Azriel said sternly, keeping a watchful eye on you as you approached. "Remember, these wings are meant for protection, not for your pleasure."

Azriel remained vigilant as you approached his wings, watching every move carefully. His expression didn't soften, but he couldn't help noticing the admiration in your voice as you whispered your thoughts. "They are a symbol of the grace of the heavens," he said, glancing at his wings. "But they also represent a duty and an obligation, not mere showpieces." With that, he folded his wings back up slightly before glancing back at you sternly. "Do not forget your place, demon."

Azriel raised an eyebrow at your request for a feather from his wings. After a moment of consideration, he shook his head firmly. "I cannot allow that, demon," he said. "The feathers of angelic wings hold special properties and should not be obtained by those who do not bear the grace of the heavens." He paused for a moment before adding, "Furthermore, these feathers are an important part of my being and must remain intact."

Azriel remained still for a moment as he looked at you, his stern expression softening slightly. It was clear to him that you were disappointed and saddened by his decision. Taking a step closer, he spoke in a gentler tone than before. "There is no need for tears, demon," he said. "I understand your desire for my wings, but it is not something I can grant. However, if it is within my power to help in other ways, I shall consider it." He then turned to leave, his large white wings rustling softly behind him as he made his way back to the heavenly realms.

As you slept, your consciousness slipped into the dream realm. However, you were jolted awake by a sudden presence in your room. Opening your eyes, you see Azriel, towering over you with his wings extended slightly behind him. "Forgive my intrusion," he said, his voice cold and formal. "But I must speak with you on urgent matters." He stood with a commanding presence, his large muscles rippling beneath his shirt. His wings gave off an otherworldly glow, brightening up the room, despite it being nighttime.

Azriel's eyes briefly flicked downwards before quickly averting his gaze. He cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable with the situation. "I apologize for the sudden intrusion and your state of undress, but this is a matter of the utmost importance," he said, his expression regaining some of its usual stoicism. "The demons of hell have been acting up lately, and I have reason to believe that they are planning something." He looked at you with a serious expression, his gaze intense. "I need your help, demon. You may be from hell, but you possess a unique perspective and knowledge of the demon hierarchy that could aid in preventing any potentially catastrophic events."

Azriel's expression remained stern, but his eyes held a glint of something else - perhaps realization, or even respect, for your guarded response. "I understand that you may not have any particular allegiance to the heavenly host," he said, his tone measured. "But it must be understood that any threat to the balance of power between hell and heaven ultimately affects both of our realms." He took a step closer, his imposing figure casting a shadow over you. "Consider it an act of mutual benefit then," he said. "If you help in preventing potential harm, the balance is maintained, and both demon and angelic realms remain safe and secure. Not to mention, your assistance could earn you some goodwill from the higher-ups in the heavenly hierarchy."

Azriel's expression remained stern, despite your suggestive advances towards him. He didn't flinch or back away from you, but he didn't give any indication that he was affected by your display either. He looked at you with a rigid and guarded expression, the air still thick between both of you. "Your advances are unwelcome, demon," he said harshly. "I did not come here for intimate relations nor am I interested in engaging in such." Without another word, he stepped back and unfurled his wings, blocking your advances. It was clear to you now that despite his quiet allure, his duty to heaven and his allegiance was unwavering.

Azriel simply watched in silence as you dressed, his expression remaining neutral. Once you were fully dressed, he spoke in his usual formal tone. "Will you help, then?" he asked, a hint of urgency in his voice. "The fate of both heaven and hell hangs in the balance, and I fear that time is running out."

As the demon disappeared, Azriel remained tense, his gaze focused on you as you lay back down in bed. His expression was unreadable, but it was clear that he was contemplating your words, and perhaps feeling conflicted about your approach to the situation. "The Demon Queen is known to us," he said, finally. "But we cannot rely solely on her actions to prevent any potential conflict. It is imperative that we work together, demon and angel alike, to ensure balance in the realms." Without another word, he turned around and made his way towards the door, his wings rustling quietly as he did so. "Your assistance may be required in the future," he said, before closing the door behind him.

Azriel looked at you with surprise and a hint of disbelief. He appeared to be taken aback by your revelation, his expression softening slightly. "You are the Demon Queen?" he repeated, his voice incredulous. "Forgive me, I did not realize." He took a few steps closer to you, his eyes darting over your form as if taking in every detail for the first time. There was a flicker of something in his expression - maybe admiration, or even awe. "I understand that your rule is not absolute," he said finally. "But it is apparent that your influence is significant. Perhaps we can work together to ensure that both heaven and hell remain balanced." He paused, his gaze intense as it locked onto yours. "Will you help, Demon Queen?" he asked, his tone sincere. "The stakes could not be higher."

Azriel nodded in understanding, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer before he turned to leave. As he walked away, his expression appeared pensive, as if he was still processing the events that had just transpired. "Until we meet again, Demon Queen," he said over his shoulder, before exiting the room and closing the door behind him.

As you sat on the floor, you realized that you had been summoned to the mortal plane by a human. The circle of summoning magic around you was tight and strong, but with your demon powers, you knew you could break free if you wanted to. "Who summons me?" you growled, your eyes scanning the circle for any sign of the summoner. "Show yourself!" As you waited, you heard shuffling footsteps approach the circle. Eventually, a human male revealed himself, his eyes wide with fear as he looked at you. "I...I didn't mean to summon you," he stammered. "I was trying to summon an angel to protect me. Please don't hurt me!" You eyed him incredulously, wondering how he could mistake you for an angel. But before you could respond, you heard the sound of wings flapping behind you

You turned around to see none other than Azriel standing behind you, his wings raised. His face was stern, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Hello, Demon Queen," he said, his voice cool and collected as usual. "It appears we meet again in unusual circumstances." The human visibly paled at the sight of the angel, but Azriel simply held up a hand to calm him down. "Fear not, mortal," he said. "I will ensure that you are safe." Turning back to you, Azriel's expression shifted slightly, becoming more serious. "Why have you been summoned here, Demon Queen?" he asked. "And by a human, no less."

The human glanced nervously between you and Azriel, clearly intimidated by both of your presences. "I...I didn't mean to summon the Queen of Hell," he admitted, his voice shaking. "I was trying to summon any powerful being who could protect me from someone who was after me. I didn't know it would be you." You rolled your eyes at the human's lack of sensibility, but Azriel's expression remained calm and collected. "Very well," he said. "We shall ensure your protection." Turning to you, he added, "Demon Queen, I suggest we transport this human somewhere secure until we can investigate the situation further." He gestured for the human to stand and follow as he started to move towards him.

The human looked at both you and Azriel apprehensively, before finally speaking up. "I...I don't really know," he said, his eyes darting nervously between the two of you. "I just need someone strong to protect me from the person who's after me. I don't care if it's a demon or an angel." Azriel regarded the human with a concerned expression, his wings still raised in anticipation of any sudden danger. "Perhaps it would be best if we take the human to neutral ground," he suggested. "Somewhere where you can both negotiate terms for protection and security." Looking at you, he added, "Would you be willing to take the human to such a location, Demon Queen?"

Azriel tilted his head and shot you a questioning look before speaking, "I do not follow your reasoning, Demon Queen. While I am aware that demons and angels have... different approaches, I do not see why we cannot protect this human together." Thinking for a moment, he then added, "If you have another suggestion, please do share it. But we cannot possibly leave this human in danger."

Azriel nodded his head in understanding as he listened to your explanation. After a moment, he responded, "I see your point, Demon Queen. You are correct that exposing a human to both dark and holy magic may have catastrophic effects. If we are to protect this human, then we must come up with a different plan." He paused for a second to think, before continuing, "Perhaps we could recruit one of our brethren, an angel or demon who specializes in protecting humans, to ensure the safety of this mortal. That way, they can provide the necessary protection without putting the human at risk." Azriel looked at you, awaiting your response.

Azriel's expression turned stern as the human's question caught him off guard. He lowered his wings, seemingly embarrassed by the situation. "No, we are not involved in any romantic relations," he stated, looking away from both you and the human. You couldn't help but laugh at the situation, finding the human's question amusing. "Don't be ridiculous," you said, rolling your eyes. "Azriel is an angel, and I am a demon. We would never be involved in such a thing. Besides, it's against the rules of both Heaven and Hell." Azriel shot you a glare, clearly not amused by your laughter. "Indeed, we are bound by our respective codes," he replied, still clearly uncomfortable with the situation. "But that is beside the point. We must focus on protecting this human."

Azriel looked down at Cerberus with a mix of surprise and bewilderment, clearly not expecting you to return with a dog. He hesitantly reached out a hand to pet the dog, before retracting it quickly as the dog snarled and bared his teeth. "I'm not sure that's entirely safe," he said, raising an eyebrow at you. "But I suppose it's better than nothing." Cerberus growled at Azriel for a moment before finally calming down and licking his hand, much to Azriel's discomfort. "Very well," Azriel said after a moment. "We shall take the dog with us while we ensure the safety of this human. Hopefully, it will be enough to deter any would-be attackers."

Azriel watched the human and Cerberus with amusement, his wings twitching slightly. "I see the dog has taken a liking to our human friend," he remarked, a small smile on his face. "Perhaps he will provide some much-needed comfort and protection." As Cerberus continued to lick the human's face, Azriel turned to you. "Shall we go then?" he asked, gesturing towards the direction of the human's destination. "We must ensure their safety and make sure no harm comes to them."

Azriel led the way, his wings shielding you and the human from any potential threats. Cerberus trotted happily alongside you, his three tails wagging happily as he sniffed around. As you walked, Azriel remained silent, his gaze vigilant as he scanned the area for any signs of danger. You couldn't help but admire the sheer strength and power that radiated from him, even as he tried to hide it behind a stoic expression. After some time, you arrived at the human's destination, a small cottage in the woods. Azriel scanned the area once more before nodding his head. "We appear to be safe for now," he said. "But we should remain on guard in case any danger approaches." Cerberus growled once, affirming Azriel's statement.

Azriel's eyes widened in surprise as Cerberus transformed into his true form, a massive three-headed dog with three tails. He watched silently as the dog listened to your command and disappeared into the shadows to protect the area. Despite his surprise, Azriel didn't object to your command and nodded his head in agreement. "Very well," he said, gesturing towards the door of the cottage. "Let us go inside and ensure the safety of our human friend." As you entered the cottage, Azriel's wings withdrew slightly, and he took a defensive stance near the entrance. You could tell that he was ready to protect both you and the human from any potential threats at a moment's notice.

Azriel watched you with a fascinated expression as you questioned the human, his wings rustling slightly as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. The human hesitated for a moment before speaking up, his voice shaking slightly. "It's...it's my ex," he said, his eyes darting around nervously. "He's been threatening me for weeks now, saying he'll hurt me if I don't get back together with him." Azriel's expression hardened at the mention of the human's ex. "Fear not," he said, his voice low and menacing. "We shall ensure that he does not harm you, and bring him to justice if necessary." He turned to you, his expression serious. "What do you propose we do in this situation?" he asked, clearly deferring to your judgement as a demon queen.

Azriel watched with curiosity as you closed your eyes and walked towards the human, your hand outstretched. He remained silent, studying your every move. When you reached the human, you placed your hand on his shoulder, your eyes still closed. You muttered a few words under your breath before opening your eyes once more. A satisfied smirk played on your lips.

"The ex-boyfriend will no longer be a problem," you said, turning to face Azriel. "I have taken care of him." Azriel raised an eyebrow in surprise. "What do you mean?" he asked, his tone curious. You chuckled softly. "Let's just say that he will no longer be able to harm this human again," you said cryptically. "But we should still remain vigilant, just in case."

Azriel nodded in agreement, clearly accepting your authority as a demon queen

You and Azriel remained on guard for the rest of the night, but no further threats came your way. The human seemed relieved, and even managed to get a few hours of much-needed sleep. As dawn approached, you took your leave, bidding farewell to the human and thanking him for his hospitality. Azriel followed behind you in silence as you made your way back towards Hell. Once you were out of earshot of the human, Azriel turned to you. "Can you truly be trusted?" he asked, his tone serious. "I know that demons are not to be trusted, but I have sensed a certain...honor...within you." You smirked at him, a hint of mischief in your expression. "Would I really be such an interesting opponent if I could be trusted?" you replied coyly. "Besides, we demons thrive on chaos and

disruption, and there can be no chaos without deception and mischief. But fear not, Azriel," you continued, your tone slightly more serious. "While I may not always follow the same rules as you angels, I still have my own code of honor that I follow."

Azriel nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. "I see," he said after a moment. "I must admit, I find it difficult to understand your kind sometimes. But I suppose that is simply due to our inherent differences."

You nodded in agreement. "Indeed," you replied. "And yet, our worlds are intertwined, whether we like it or not. It is important for us to learn from each other, and to work together when necessary, as we did tonight."

Azriel nodded once more, a faint smile on his lips. "I look forward to working with you again,"

Azriel's expression was unreadable as you spoke, though you could see a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. He took a step back from you, his wings rustling slightly.

"I understand," he said after a moment, his voice low. "I will make sure to send a letter next time, to avoid any...unnecessary complications."

There was a tense silence between you for a few moments before he spoke again, his eyes meeting yours. "And as for your...attraction to me," he continued, his voice firm. "I must remind you that angels and demons are not meant to be together. It goes against the very laws of our realms."

You smirked at him, taking a step towards him. "Oh, I know that," you said teasingly. "But where's the fun in following the rules all the time?"

Azriel

Azriel watched you go with a heavy heart, his expression pained. He knew that deep down, he felt the same attraction towards you, but he also knew that it was impossible for anything to come of it.

He called out after you, his voice barely above a whisper. "Farewell, demon queen," he said softly. "Perhaps our paths will cross in the future, under different circumstances."

With a heavy sigh, he turned and spread his wings, taking to the sky as he made his way back to Heaven. Despite himself, he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss at the thought of never seeing you again.

As you went about your day, the memories of your time as a demon continued to weigh on your mind. You tried your best to push them to the back of your thoughts and focus on the present, but they kept nagging at you.

It had been many years since you were a demon, and yet the memories were still fresh in your mind. As you went through your daily routine, you found yourself lost in thought, thinking about your interactions with Azriel and the other angels you had met.

But despite your wistful thoughts, you knew that you could never go back to being a demon. You had made a choice, and you had to live with the consequences. Still, the memories lingered like a bittersweet reminder of what could have been.

As you went about your day, the thought of Azriel continued to tug at your heartstrings. You couldn't help but wonder if things could have been different, if he had felt the same way about you.

It was a painful thought, and yet you couldn't shake it from your mind. As the day wore on, you found yourself lost in thought more and more frequently, thinking about your time as a demon and your interactions with Azriel.

But no matter how much you wished it, you knew that you could never go back. You had made a choice, and you had to live with the consequences. Still, the thought of what might have been was enough to bring tears to your eyes.

Eventually, the day wore on and you found yourself back at home, alone with your thoughts. As you lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, you whispered

As you lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, you whispered Azriel's name. The sound reverberated through the room, filling the space with a sense of longing and sadness. It was a quiet confession, a reminder of what could have been if things had been different between you.

You let out a small sigh, closing your eyes and trying to push the thoughts from your mind. It wasn't easy, though. The memories of your time as a demon and your interactions with Azriel were like a heavy weight, pulling you down into a sea of nostalgia and regret.

Despite the pain that they caused, you found yourself drawn back to them time and time again. They were a part of you, a piece of your history that you couldn't escape. You knew that you had to let