Hell’s Consort

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (November 2021 )

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Archangel Uriel & Merle's Arc

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"Then, give me your body tonight." 

Now,  she was determined to take a risk and tempt fate itself. 

He sucked in a sharp breath.

Archangel Uriel's eyes had widened slightly, but he didn't show how much that statement affected him.

His posture had stiffened, and he allowed his hands to fall back to each of his sides as he flashed her an irritated look. 

The woman regarded him with a careful stare on her own.

Her request was too ridiculous for him that he had brushed it off as a joke but talking to her made him want to stay a little longer for the last time.

He wanted to see more of this new reaction aside from the sobbing and angry Merle from earlier. 

Archangel Uriel didn't want this to be his last memory of her every time he looked back on the times they were together.

"I have no body. I only have a spirit in the Material Realm. I am not one of those Watchers who can feel lust." Well, who was Uriel lying to except Merle and himself? "I am an Archangel. "He murmured as he stretched his dark blue wings wide, preparing for flight. He didn't flap them near their hut, or the gusts of wind might make their new roof made of dried blades of leaves woven together soar into the starry-filled sky and land on the ground.

However, he couldn't help but scowl at it when he realized that there was no way Merle did this herself.

It must be true that Archangel Lucifer had assisted him to improve her living space.

His friend had done an excellent job, but it should have been Uriel who did it. 

Jutting her small chin at him, she folded her arms. "You sound like you are convincing yourself, Uriel. You look pathetic." 

He winced.

Pathetic?

That was the first direct insult she had hurled at her from all the times the weeks they had been together, living in harmony, and that had ended just now. 

There was nothing to blame but himself because he made Merle feel like crap.

She must have thought it was only proper to hurt him, like how much he pulled her with his rudeness.

"I am here with you because I have allowed my emotions to get the best of me," Uriel replied will all the apathy that he could muster. 

His only wish was to keep Merle safe from him.

His future as an Archangel was unsure, and he didn't want to include her in this mess. 

She titled her head at him, and the pupils of her golden eyes turned into dangerous slits.

"What kind of emotions, Uriel?" She examined him as if she could see through his heart and soul. "Do you feel hatred and disgust towards me?" 

The vulnerability he felt in that single moment made him want to take off from the upheaval that she was.

At that moment, he knew that Merle had the power to destroy him. 

"I… need to go." 

"Then, go ahead and leave me here!" She challenged, her eyes flashing with anger.

The fiery-tempered Merle had shown herself yet again.

She was the woman who wasn't afraid to show her aggression and frustration even if it threatened to consume her.

Obsession can do that to a person.

Raising her chin at him, Merle stepped closer and scanned his face with her probing gaze if she was attempting to read her mind or she was just a clueless moth drawn to a flame. 

She stood straighter with pride as she put herself in front of him. 

He observed the crown of her shiny redhead as his eyes moved lower to her soft and red parted lips, tempting him to sink his teeth into them and take a bite.

"I just can't ignore you." He didn't mean to say that out loud, and it was too late for him to realize, but he did. 

Who said that he wasn't obsessed with her too?

Archangel Uriel was aware that he was playing with Merle's emotions in a never-ending tug of war where he constantly pushed and pulled at her heartstrings.

Yet, he couldn't seem to help it, and it became the source of her frustration as his indecision would hurt her even more.

As an Archangel, he wanted to push her away when she got too close to him in his fear that he would lose her and himself from and clinging to the futility of it all.

When he didn't overthink his actions, he gravitated towards Merle and pulled her back towards him.

In his defence, he still had this strange flutter in his chest, which he could identify as sheer and absolute terror from the possibility of being alone while Merle was happy with someone else.

He hated his lover's interactions with Archangel Lucifer, and none of them even crossed a boundary, but it made him so jealous that it threatened to drive him mad.

Was this how it felt to be a living creature in this Realm?

If he planned to leave her alone and let her live her own life, then he had to overcome this.

It might be not easy now to be stable and mature, but Uriel will get there. 

He will be his sanctuary from the storm that was her.

Even if watching her melancholic form from afar enticed him so much, he promised himself that he wouldn't disturb her after they had separated their ways amicably.

A heavy dark sensation choked him by the throat as he watched her beautiful features, knowing that she would never see him again. "You already told me that you would return to the Garden of the Four Seasons—"

"—But I had no place to return to, Merle." Archangel Uriel interrupted her since it appeared that Merle didn't understand it the first time. "Nothing."

She responded with a curt nod and a whisper.. "You don't."