how to seduce an angel

It took me a long time to remember that I was not a rock.

The demon who brought me out of the volcano told me that my name is Lansa, I can breathe, have wings, and can fly. I used to be a famous demon king in the world of gods and demons.

At first I couldn't even speak, and I couldn't control my body. If I didn't think that I was alive for a while, my thoughts would turn into nothingness and return to the state of stone.

The demon guided me patiently. My brain seemed to have a door behind which all common sense was shut. When he pulled the latch for me, the things behind the door poured out.

Where did I learn this, no, exactly, I already knew it.

"Lanza?" I repeated the name.

The demon on the opposite side nodded, took my hand, scratched it a few times, and then told me that this is my name.

The feeling of fingertips gliding across my palm was very strange, my mind was empty, and I couldn't find a suitable word to describe it, so I looked up at him, hoping to get an answer from him.

He gave me a very familiar feeling, not only him, but the surrounding environment gave me a strong sense of sight, I must have been to this grassland, and I have seen that flower tree somewhere—there should be something around the volcano. Such a plant?I am not sure.

In my impression, the six black statues and the palace behind the flower tree should all be white, and him, his hair and wings...

A ray of golden light flashed across my mind like a swimming fish. I didn't even catch the fish's tail, leaving nothing but emptiness.

From a stone, no, from the aesthetic point of view of a demon, the demon in front of him is no different from the magma demon in the volcano.

If I have to say it, his eyes make me feel strange, like two black ambers with soft luster, there is always a gentle smile like water between the brows, when I am looked at by these eyes, I will be in love with him. His demon identity is unshakable - because stones don't have a heartbeat, at least, not so fast.

He smiled softer when I said that, but I don't think he's that happy, there's something else in that smile, a rock to me, oh no, a demon can't understand.

"You are also a devil, why are we different?" I asked the part I could understand.

He asked encouragingly, "Where are you referring?"

My eyes fell on the wings on his back, "Wings, you have three pairs of wings, I only have one pair."

"Because I used to be an angel."

"Are you a fallen angel?"

"Ah."

"I think you are very familiar. Did I know you before?"

"know."

"Your name……?"

"Deville."

Deville, deville, I'm sure I've heard that name somewhere but can't think of it.

"You are now and before..." I didn't know how to express it, and finally I only said angrily: "Golden."

"..."

Even I didn't know what the words meant. He kept smiling, but his expression froze. After a while, he comforted me in a low and pleasant voice: "It's okay, don't worry, you will think about it later. got up."