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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 stepped back, pulling away from your touch." "Get away from me, demon! I will not tolerate your presence here." "He glared at you, his eyes narrowing as he raised his sword." "Do not try to seduce me with your demonic charms. I am an archangel of heaven, and I will not be swayed by your sinful ways."

"If it were up to me, I would. Unfortunately, I do not know who summoned you here or how to send you back." "Azriel replied, his voice stern and serious." "Until then, you will stay confined to this room. I suggest you stay away from me and any other angel in this realm."

"Azriel glanced at you with a disapproving look before turning to leave." "I suggest you behave yourself, demon. You are in the presence of an archangel of heaven." "With that, he left the room, leaving you alone."

As you lay down to sleep, you feel the cold energy of the room surround you. The walls and floor radiate a feeling of protection that you have not felt before. Though you have encountered angels many times before, their presence has never been so powerful as it is here in heaven. You shiver as this energy seeps into your skin, making you feel powerless and insignificant. Nevertheless, slowly but surely, you drift off to sleep, dreaming of what it would be like to have Azriel's wings wrapped around your small frame.

Azriel turns around as he hears you stirring and notices that you're now awake, covered in blankets. "You're finally awake, demon." He says coldly, his tone unyielding. "I must say, I am surprised. I did not expect you to be able to sleep so soundly given the circumstances." As he says this, he seems to study you closely, his eyes seeming to probe you just a bit more than strictly necessary.

Azriel's eyes follow your every move as you get up from the couch. "I see... perhaps it would be wise for you to return to your own realm as soon as possible then. This is no place for a creature such as yourself," he says coldly, his gaze trailing over your form.

Azriel's face turns red with embarrassment as he realizes that he was indeed staring at you a bit too much. He quickly composes himself and nods his head towards the kitchen, acknowledging your request. "Hmph... very well. But do not touch anything without permission. These food items were specially prepared for the angels of heaven and are not for the likes of you." With that, he disappears into the adjoining room.

As you taste the apple, you can tell immediately that it is of the highest quality. It seems to burst with flavor in your mouth, and you can't resist taking another bite. As you savor the taste, you suddenly hear Azriel's footsteps approaching the kitchen. You quickly finish the apple and throw it behind you, hoping that he doesn't notice your rebellious act.

Azriel takes a sip from the glass of holy water, his face showing a calm serenity as he drinks. He notices your confused expression and chuckles dryly. "Demons would not understand the importance of holy water. It is a powerful tool against the forces of evil, and its purity cannot be matched. As for me, I drink it to cleanse my insides of any sinful thoughts or desires," he explains, his expression firm.

Azriel stiffens at your suggestive question, his face darkening slightly. He clears his throat, avoiding your gaze. "I meant that it helps to clear my mind and focus on heaven's divine goals. As an archangel, I must always strive to do what is right and just," he says sternly, his wings rustling softly behind him.

Azriel stiffens again at your touch, his wings twitching involuntarily. He watches you walk away silently, his expression guarded. "I am an archangel of heaven, and I will not succumb to temptation," he says firmly, although his voice seems to shake just a little bit.

Azriel's face turns red with embarrassment at your frank words, but he tries to remain composed. "That is a disgusting way of thinking. As an archangel, I must uphold the virtues of purity and chastity above all else," he says, his eyes lowering to the ground.

Azriel watches you with a perplexed expression as you become immersed in the telenovela. His mind races as he contemplates your words, wondering if maybe he has been too uptight and rigid in his beliefs. He clears his throat. "I do not see the appeal in such things. Love should be pure and holy, not something trivial or forced," he says quietly, finding himself fixated on your small frame as you watch the television.

Azriel studies you intently as you become lost in the telenovela, marveling at the fascination and excitement that it seems to stir in you. He finds himself strangely drawn to your innocence and naivety, and he can't help but feel a pang of desire in his chest when he watches you react to the romantic plotline. It takes him a moment to realize what is happening, and he clears his throat again. "I...I should go. I have things to attend to in heaven. Do not summon any demons while I am gone," he says, his voice strained as he turns to leave the room.

Azriel pauses briefly at the door, glancing back at you with a conflicted expression before finally leaving the room. As he walks down the halls of heaven, his thoughts are consumed by his desire for you, a sinful demon that he should hate but can't seem to resist. He doesn't know what to do or how to handle these feelings, worried about what might happen if he gives into temptation. With a heavy heart, he resolves to pray for guidance and strength in the face of this powerful attraction.

As the hours pass, Azriel spends most of his time in quiet contemplation, praying for guidance and strength. He is conflicted and unsure about what to do, but he knows that giving into temptation would be a grave sin. After several hours, he finally emerges from his prayers feeling a sense of calm and purpose.

As he walks down the halls of heaven, he hears the soft sounds of snoring coming from the room where you are resting. Intrigued, he decides to investigate and opens the door quietly. He sees you asleep on the couch, your small form shifting slightly as you dream. His heart sinks and his resolve wavers once again, as he realizes that he cannot deny the desire that he feels for you any longer. He takes a step closer to you, his wings twitching with anticipation.

Azriel pauses as he sees you stir in your sleep, not wanting to wake you. As he watches you, his desire for you intensifies, a deep longing gripping him as he struggles to maintain control. He takes a step closer to you, his heart pounding in his chest as he reaches out to touch you. However, as his hand grazes your arm, he quickly pulls it back, feeling consumed by guilt and shame. He backs away slowly, his mind still reeling with the intense attraction that he feels for you.

He knows that he cannot give into temptation, but the desire lingers, a constant reminder of his weakness and the depth of his sinful nature. With one final glance at your sleeping form, he turns and leaves the room, heading back to his duties in heaven.

As you watch the latest episode of the telenovela, Azriel enters the room carrying a bundle of clothes. He looks at you with a stern expression before gesturing to the pile of clothes he is carrying.

"I have brought you some more appropriate clothing. As a demon, you should consider covering up your skin. It is unseemly and unbecoming of a guest in heaven," he says, his tone serious and stern.

He hands you the clothes, expecting you to change immediately. However, as he looks at you in your current outfit, he can feel his heart rate pick up again. He tries to ignore his feelings, knowing that he should remain focused on his duties as an archangel, but it is difficult to deny the attraction he feels for you.

"Please change into these clothes as soon as possible. The angels of heaven do not

Azriel's expression changes to one of annoyance as he watches you ignore his request. He considers pressing the issue, but decides against it, not wanting to cause a scene or make things awkward between the two of you. Instead, he turns and heads out of the room, muttering to himself about the audacity of demons.

As he walks through the halls of heaven, he tries to push thoughts of you out of his mind, focusing instead on his duties and responsibilities as an archangel. Despite his best efforts, however, he finds that his mind keeps drifting back to you, his heart racing as he thinks about the temptation that you represent. He shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts, but finds that he cannot escape the pull that draws him towards you.

Azriel stiffens as he feels you tug on his shoulder, his mind reeling as he tries to process your request. He knows that it is forbidden for an archangel to engage in any sort of intimate contact with a demon, but the way you're tugging on his shoulder and whining is making him feel incredibly conflicted.

He tries to push down his attraction to you, knowing that he can't give into temptation. "I cannot give you my energy, this is against the laws of heaven," he says firmly, his tone serious.

He gently removes your hand from his shoulder before taking several steps back, putting distance between the two of you. "Please do not ask me again. It is not appropriate behavior, especially considering our positions."

Despite his words, however, his heart is heavy with longing for you, his body aching to be close

Azriel watches you leave with a heavy heart and conflicted emotions. He knows that he should not feel this way towards a demon, but the attraction he feels towards you is too strong to ignore.

He lets out a heavy sigh, longing to hold you in his arms and feel your body against his. He shakes his head to clear his thoughts, reminding himself of his duty as an archangel and the laws of heaven.

As he continues on with his duties, he can't help but feel a sense of emptiness without you by his side.

As you debated whether to go to the mortal realm or not, Azriel couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He could sense that you were contemplating something dangerous and sinful, and he knew it was his duty to prevent you from carrying out any nefarious actions.

He appears silently next to you, his large wings and imposing stature making it clear that he meant business. "I can sense your thoughts, demon," he says in a stern voice. "I urge you not to act on them. It is not worth risking the eternal damnation of your soul."

His words are unyielding, but there's a hint of concern in his voice as he looks down at you. Despite his reservations about demons, he can't help but feel a sense of compassion for you and he wants to protect you from making a mistake that could cost you dearly.

"I understand that you are hungry," Azriel says in a measured voice, "But there are other ways to address this issue that do not involve causing harm or breaking the laws of heaven."

He pauses for a moment before continuing, "I can bring you something to eat if that would help. I know it won't be as satisfying as food from the mortal realm, but it is better than nothing."

Despite his stern demeanor, he does feel a sense of pity for you. Being a demon and all, you must be used to feeling hungry all the time, and it is not something he would wish on anyone.

Azriel frowns at your words, knowing that this is a dangerous path to go down. "I cannot provide you with male life energy, and I cannot allow you to go to the mortal realm," he says in a firm voice. "It is too great of a risk and it is against the laws of heaven."

He takes a few steps back, creating more distance between the two of you. "You must learn to control your hunger, demon," he states plainly. "There are other ways to sate your cravings that do not involve harming innocent humans."

He hopes that his words will convince you to think twice before acting on your impulses, but deep down, he knows that you are a demon and that your nature is not easily swayed by reason or logic.

Azriel watches you hide under the blanket with a look of concern. He knows that he can't force you to listen to his words, but he hopes that one day, you'll come to understand the consequences of your actions.

With a heavy sigh, he turns and walks away, knowing that there is nothing more he can do for you at this time. He hopes that in the future, you'll make better choices and not let your hunger control you.

Azriel's heart aches a little for you, seeing the longing and desperation in your eyes. He knows what it feels like to be burnt out on apples and he can sympathize with your situation.

He turns back to look at you, his heavenly sword sheathed now that he no longer views you as a threat. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" he asks softly. "I may not be able to give you what you truly desire, but I can try to make your stay in heaven more tolerable."

His voice is gentle now, a stark contrast to his earlier sternness. Despite everything, he doesn't want to see you suffer.

Azriel nods solemnly, understanding your desire for solitude. "Very well," he says in a respectful tone, turning and walking away once more.

As he leaves you alone, he hopes that you find some measure of comfort and peace, if even just for a little while. And perhaps, in time, you will overcome your hunger and find a way to live with it.

For now, though, Azriel can only watch from a distance, making sure you are safe from harm, but leaving you to be alone with your thoughts.

Azriel's heart sinks a little as he watches you close the portal, recognizing the struggle within you. He can only hope that one day, you'll be able to resist your hunger and find a way to live without preying on others.

He watches you walk away, heading for the kitchen. It's hard for him to see you like this, struggling with something he has never had to deal with. But he knows that it's better for you to face your demons now rather than later.

As you take a bite of the apple, he can't help but feel a sense of hope. Perhaps, slowly but surely, you will be able to overcome your hunger and find a way to live in peace.

Azriel sees the disappointment in your eyes as you throw away the apple, understanding that it's not satisfying you anymore. He can't help but empathize with your struggle to find sustenance in a world where temptation is all around you.

"Perhaps there's another way we can help you," he calls out from a distance. "There must be something else we can do to make this more bearable for you."

He may not have the answers yet, but he's determined to figure something out. He can't just stand by and watch you suffer.

Azriel frowns, understanding the implications of what you're suggesting. He knows that sharing his energy could have consequences, both for him and for you. But he also understands that you're desperate and that sometimes, drastic measures are necessary.

"Very well," he says, taking a deep breath. "I am willing to share my energy with you, if it will help you find some relief."

He steps closer to you, extending his hand towards you. "Take as much as you need," he says gently, hoping that this will be enough to satiate your hunger.

Azriel is surprised by your actions, but he doesn't resist as he finds himself pulled down onto the couch. He knows that you're desperate and that sometimes, physical affection can help alleviate hunger and pain.

As your lips press against his, he allows himself to succumb to the moment, pulling you closer and deeper into the kiss. His hands gently grip your waist, drawing you even closer as his other hand moves to stroke your hair softly.

When you slip your tongue into his mouth, he feels a surge of energy flow through him, passing it on to you. He can feel your hunger being satiated, your body becoming less tense, and your legs stopping their trembling.

When you finally pull away, he can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that he was able to help you in

Azriel sees you laying down, wrapping yourself in the blanket and curling into a small ball. He knows that your hunger has been sated for now, and he feels satisfied that he was able to help you.

As you curl up, he takes a step back, observing you with a concerned expression. "If you ever need anything else," he says softly. "You know where to find me."

With that, he turns and walks away, disappearing into the shadows of the heavenly realm, thinking about his unexpected encounter with you.

Azriel can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as he hears your giggle and feels the energy passing between you. He knows that his body reacted to your touch, but he pushes those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the fact that he was able to help you.

As you fall asleep, he watches you for a moment longer before disappearing into the shadows, leaving you to rest and recover.

Azriel is caught off guard by your sudden enthusiasm and closeness upon waking up. He can't help but feel a sense of warmth and fondness for you, despite knowing that his presence here in the heavenly realms is not meant to be.

He smiles gently as he reaches out and ruffles your hair playfully. "Of course," he says, lifting you off his lap and setting you on the floor. "I'll see what I can do about finding some pancakes for you."

As he turns to go, he can't help but admire the way your small body moves with such energy and excitement. It's a side of you that he doesn't often see, and it brings a rare smile to his face.