Hell’s Consort

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (October 2021 )

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Archangel Uriel & Merle's Arc

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Alarmed, Uriel had never been more conscious of his surroundings as he looked around their vicinity.

Snow continued to fall but he used his magic to cover both of them and their hut in grey fog just in case Archangel Lucifer or a lost Faerie might be lurking in the mountains while Merle was here, standing naked before him.

"Merle." Archangel Uriel growled, not taking his eyes off her large breasts, as he bent down on one knee to pick up her rumpled dress on the grass.

This wasn't the first time he saw what bare chests looked like but the sight was too foreign for him to process when it came to Merle.

Her dusky nipples hypnotized him, compelled him to keep looking while he rose as he straightened his posture. 

He shouldn't be thinking about Merle's beauty in terms of lust in the first place. 

It was a poor replica of what love was supposed to be. 

She wasn't a piece of meat and his feelings for her were never based on a physical desire to conquer. 

She should never see herself as that creature just because the male gaze had been ingrained in her mind while she was a child growing up. 

His goddess' allure had come from within and it was the kind of beauty that would last for a long time. 

True love comes from the heart and soul, not from something as shallow as appearance. 

Yet, was she insisting on tempting her with her body? 

What was she trying to prove? 

"Put that dress on again."  His frustrated words came out as a mumble while the rest of his notions betrayed him, telling him that those little grapes were forbidden fruits that he should taste.

"I don't think so. You never noticed things I do everyday, making an effort to cover myself from head to toe.  I was trying to be more considerate for you so that we can stay together for as long as I wanted. I didn't want to elicit lust on you because I cared about you. About us. " Archangel Uriel stiffened at her confession.

He could discern the pain in that shout, taking offense to his request to put on some of her clothes again.

"I covered myself up so that you don't think or look at me that way while we lived in the same space. I was afraid too that you might do something would regret later." Merle lowered her head in regret.  "The things I do so that we won't be separated, Uriel. You gave up  on us too easily! No more."

She shook her head from side to side, sending the strands of her hair float like red threads.

Merle was getting blurry in his vision so he withdrew the fog around them and made it scatter.

"It doesn't matter, Uriel." Her low accusation might as well be loud from how deep she pierced him. "You already threw me away like I was a toy you were done using just because you changed your mind about us!"

He didn't reply. 

Archangel Uriel's emotions had turned upside down which made his insides tight that he felt like throwing up. 

What had he done?

Archangel Uriel was simply looking out for her safety as her former lover if she actually cared enough to listen.

He had learned how to hide both his pain and rage because Angels like him learned to be stoic at such a young age.

It was one of their angelic duties to be objective and balanced in their judgment and detach themselves from the situation. 

Other creatures might think their attitude stood at the thin line between apathy and empathy but the Angel Kind considered it as normal. 

Because of this, Merle must have come to the conclusion that they were cold as ice.

That they didn't care about anyone and anything that would compromise their morals, beliefs, and values they lived by.

  Every Angel, including him, grew up with discipline. 

"Merle,  I really don't understand what's going on in  your head right now but don't make me tell you twice."

As she swallowed down the lump in her throat and pushed it into her belly, Merle remained cool but she would rather be inside the hut and lie on the bed, shaking with grief that bled from her bones, rather than being rejected by this bastard over and over again.

Emotional ache seeped into his words and it physically hurt to hear them.

She could barely lift the corner of her lips to give him a resigned smile before they dropped. 

She had to keep in mind that it was Archangel Uriel who betrayed her.

Well, he should have been the one who felt bad instead of him.

"We can't." He repeated apologetically.

If he wasn't an Archangel, perhaps, he could think about it. 

Arm outstretched, Uriel handed her the dress she had taken off but she completely ignored it.

He held it out to her again but she never laid her eyes on it. 

Should he assist her in putting the lilac dress back on then?

Nevermind.

Uriel will not be responsible for what he might do if his innocent hand would graze the smooth globes of her breasts.

Her lips curled in contempt and he couldn't resist but throw another jab at her for making his life difficult. "If devouring me is part of your fantasy, then I don't want to be a part of it." 

The vile words he swung and stabbed at her like a weapon made her shatter and break into a million shards while she tried to hold on to her. 

She let her sadness come out and she hadn't prepared herself for the onslaught. 

"Tch."

Did she just… try to curse an Archangel? 

"Aren't you ashamed that Archangel Lucifer might be in the vicinity? Aren't you ashamed that he might see you?" Uriel asked and his tone had no inflection.