how to seduce an angel

I followed the sound of flapping wings to the woods on the outskirts of Gospel City, and walked out along a small road. Suddenly, a river beach appeared in front of me.

With his back to the sparkling river, Deville was bathed in moonlight.

Even at night, the six wings behind him are not dim, and the whole body is covered with a layer of faint silver fluorescent light, which distinguishes him from the surrounding dark blue background.

That's the complete Deville.

I stopped at the edge of the forest and scanned him up and down—

The real de Ville is neither so elusive as the four-winged de Ville, nor as sharp-edged as Garcia.

He combines gentleness, humility, purity and restraint, like the simplest but most powerful magic circle in the world, even higher than the perfection of the four-winged deville single divinity, and is the true embodiment of virtue, Flawless.

Wherever he stood, the moonlight favored him. His long golden hair was reflected in the moonlight with a metallic luster, his eyes were as clear as the shimmering lake behind him, and his deep golden eyelashes seemed to stand on the surface of the lake occasionally. Butterflies flap their wings from time to time to cover the glistening water.

Compared with the four-winged Deville, his appearance has only slightly changed. I can't even find the change, but I can clearly feel that he is neither an angel nor a demon, but more like the sun , the moon, the mist in the morning, or the air that flows between the heaven and the earth all the time, before the birth of all living beings, they are the creations of a higher level of gods.

Anyone who dares to seduce such a Deville is probably really guilty.

What is he doing here?

Want to take back Gospel City?

If it were another demon guarding here, one Seraph would be enough for him, but with me, it would be too arrogant for him to come alone.

Or……

Forget it.

"What are you doing here?" It was more convenient to ask directly.

Deville stood like an illusory shadow by the river, with the gentle moonlight in his eyes, looking at me with good eyes, and said in a low and sweet voice, "I'm here to find you."

"Looking for me?" I tilted my head and said with a sneer, "Did I say the phrase 'We will be enemies if we meet again'?"

"Said."

Deville replied seriously, and when he lowered his eyes as if evading after a short struggle, I saw the shadow of Garcia in him.

"But I miss you so much," he said.

"..."

Until now, if I were only Lanza, I would still follow his example.

My heart is like a white flower bursting into bloom, but this flower is not blooming at the right time, so it can only be uprooted by the restless wind and rain, and crushed into the soil.

I paused for a few seconds, then turned and walked into the woods the way I had come.

There was a rustling sound from behind, I pulled out the knife annoyedly, but my wrist was grabbed, a clean smell surrounded me from behind, a pair of hands wrapped around my waist, and my back and wings pressed against Deville's chest.