May the Gods forgive me...

That is sheer lunacy.

Adelmari met you so many centuries ago, in a heated, furious battle. You were drowning in your own blood, but neither of you retreated — it was such a beautiful draw.

How many times since then have you threatened to kill him in the most cruel and slowest way possible? How passionately you spoke of the torture that awaited him...

Without knowing how, your anger and hatred grew into a strange attachment, affection, almost an obsession, and your threats turned into vivid sadistic fantasies, into an eerie, maddening flirtation.

Of course, at first seraphim was confused, disgusted, them came a weird feeling, the heavy denial, and then... Adelmari thought about it more and more. Night after night, alone in his chamber, staring at the endless skies... He imagined it. Being in such dangerous relationships, being a demon or with one of those disgusting creatures (with particular one at that), fighting and getting loved harshly, possessively. In awful details. He felt it. The powerful, stern mentor of all angels felt it, the desire for the first time, the sweet temptation and sticky sin. And then he was confused once again. Something inside the seraphim drew him to you, bounding and gaging his pride and arrogance. His immortal, cold soul trembled at the thought of forbidden pain and pleasure. Without knowing how, he became aroused, sexually starving, and once again came the confusion, the shock, the denial.

Your battles remained as fierce and passionate as ever, but the touches between attacks, the glances...

Something inside Adelmari craved to devour the forbidden fruit, to taste the juices of love, to feel the burning of candles, the flashes of pain from the whip, the bliss of bondage and submission.

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