how to seduce an angel

Less than three days have passed since I was wounded. Garcia's wings haven't grown well yet, and they are flipping backwards at an unnatural angle. From such a distance, I seem to smell the smell of blood.

The high-level demons around him stared at him like hyenas, and the lord of the seventh domain, Birmina, stood behind the group of demons.

I hadn't seen him in a while, and asked the witch next to me, "Is Birminger still like this?"

The witch said: "Do you mean that he collected your past lovers, or that he raised demons who looked like you in the castle?"

"..." Cut him down when you have time, "I said he is timid."

The witch said with an "oh" voice, "Lord Birminger has always been so cautious."

I know this, I have known him since we were very young.

I used to have a very good relationship with him, we ate and slept together at the best time, and talked about everything.

My dream is to become the most powerful demon, and his dream is to rule the world. I like freedom and have no interest in power, but I once promised him that if he becomes the devil king, I will help him guard the palace.

I made the highest promise to him within the scope of my ability in the future, but I didn't expect that he would take advantage of my absence to become me and seduce my first lover.

I still can't figure out why, in short, he betrayed me and cheated my lover, I have to fight for my lover and dignity.

In the past, I had never done anything to Birminger. Although I was strong in his eyes, I was not strong enough to make him fearful. As a result, I chopped off my wings and broke my weapons in public.

For the sake of our friendship for many years, I spared his life, but because of this, he became the laughing stock of the demon world and remained silent for a long time.

Probably because of my psychological shadow, since then Birmingner has developed a cautious character. Even if he later became a lord, he still refuses to make a move if he is not sure of victory.

It's okay not to think about the past, but when I think about it, I get angry, anyway, sooner or later I have to deal with him, so it's better to choose another day than hit the sun, let's settle the old and new grudges together.

The circle of demons around Garcia was suddenly cut off in the middle, and Birmingham retreated abruptly, flashing his long sword.

Seeing that it was me who broke through, Birminga was startled: "Lansa? Why are you here?"

I said "heh" and said, "Is there any place in the devil world that I can't come to?"

The demons blocking my sight fell down, and Garcia stood in front of me without any cover.

This is the second time I've seen him, surrounded by demons and I didn't see him panicking, his wings were dripping with blood, but his face was calm and calm, and the chain hung from his left wrist to the ground, his color was dark and glowing. The breath of death.

Once again, I feel that he is very contradictory. He has both the cruelty of a demon and the aloofness of an angel. As a demon, when facing the same kind, his eyes reveal the natural contempt and contempt of angels towards demons.

I have to say, I am curious about him.

"You want to meddle in the internal affairs of the Seventh Realm?" Birminger said in a bad tone when he saw that my eyes were on Garcia.

I paid attention to Birminger: "If this is my field, do I have the right to intervene?"

Birminger's face turned livid: "What do you want?"

"Kill you, take him away by the way, and then lift the ban on angel costumes in the seventh domain, and benefit the public."

"..."

With just a few glances from Birminger, many demons stood in front of him hesitantly.

"Lanza, I don't want to fight with you. Even if you can kill me, you still can't escape unscathed. Some demons want to kill you to make a name for yourself."

He paused, and said: "For the sake of the past, you can take him away today, and next time, I won't indulge you like this."

Birminger is very good at finding excuses for his cowardice. He should be thankful that my current thoughts are on Garcia.

I walked up to Garcia in full view and held out my hand to him.

Garcia looked at me for a few seconds, looked away, flapped his wounded and bleeding wings and left.

A black feather landed on my hand, and I sniffed it closely. It smelled of cold metal, reminiscent of his chains.

I haven't found a demon as a lover for many years. I don't know why, but I seem to be interested in demons again.