how to seduce an angel

Dwyer was unapologetic to me, but it wasn't his attitude that I noticed right away, it was his voice.

How can even the voice be so to my liking?

Not only the sound, but even the movement of raising his hand to attack me is very pleasing to the eye.

The barrier in front of me is an eyesore. Normally, I would force my way in, but in front of such a beauty, it would be rude to be too rough.

I took a step back and said, "I'm not interested in the temple, I'm only interested in you, I won't touch the barrier when you come out."

Deville is like a mechanism that needs to be triggered. If he doesn't move forward, then I will move forward. Who knows, I stretched my foot, and a cloud of air immediately rubbed against the toe of my shoe and exploded.

"..."

Deville stood quietly behind the barrier, staring at me: "What is your purpose?"

"I said yes—" I couldn't be too explicit when talking to the angel, I swallowed the word "you" at the end, and changed my words: "I just want to get to know you."

"You can go back now," Dwyer said.

I have heard many rumors about Deville, saying that he is the strongest Seraph in the God Realm, with a noble character and the embodiment of virtue, and what makes him famous in the Demon Realm is that he treats angels and demons equally when they are not in war .

He is neither arrogant nor prejudiced, he does not underestimate or perfunctory these emotions, let alone lie for anyone.

Every word he said was realistic, just like now, he really felt that my goal had been achieved and I could leave.

I like his personality, so I said calmly, "Just seeing him doesn't mean we know each other. I finally flew up, and you want to send me back with just one word?"

Deville lowered his eyes and thought for a while, he seemed to think that my statement was reasonable, and asked seriously: "What do you want?"

I want to sleep with you.

I wish I could tear his clothes off right away, but saying so would scare the perfect angel.

I still have to figure it out slowly, I can only settle for the next best thing: "I want to be your friend."

"I don't make friends," DeVille said.

"Hmm... so how about it," I put the broad knife on one side, sat down cross-legged, folded my arms and said, "you chat with me, and I will leave when I feel that we understand each other, is that okay?"

Deville rolled his eyes slightly, considering my words.

"If you don't agree to me, you will destroy the enchantment. If you agree to me, you will be honest. What else is there to consider?"

I held my chin and said, "You are a seraphim, and the behavior of seraphim represents the attitude of the gods. Even if I break into the temple, you can't shoot me, or it will be tantamount to declaring war on the demons. But if you don't stop me, the temple will If you are going to be defiled by my demon clan, it will be very troublesome for you to stop or not, in comparison, is it easier to chat with me?"

"..."

The stakes were clear, and Deville didn't think about it any more. He raised his eyes and said lightly, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Then, let's talk about your wings first." My eyes fell on the wings on his back, "Where did your missing pair of wings go?"