Narrator's pov

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The rain wasn't one drop, it was millions, cascading from a confident and almost pitch black sky. It was the sort of weather that washed everything anew, bringing deep puddles and flooding the streets.

And in that happy congregation of water and air, is the sense of being alive, that from such beautiful simplicity comes everything we love, the flora, the fauna, the very essence of nature.

The drops steady and soft, falling from a sky of grey velvet. They came altogether and yet as pioneers. They had the joy of the leaves, of everything that made the world so green.

So in a specificly locked room, rested Luna on top of her fiance's chest, squeezing the life out of her body. Her lips peppered kisses along the girl's breasts, leading up to her neck.

Aelia giggled and wrapped her arms around the girl, pulling her closer to her body.

"You. Taste. Fucking. Amazing" Luna whispered between kisses

Aelia's hot breath left her lips as she panted, the sweat beaded across her forehead and her legs felt like jello. Her throat felt dry as her lungs burned from suffocation from pleasure

"Oh my god" Aelia moaned as the brunette grinded her hips against hers

Luna chuckled as pulled the covers off her body, their naked bodies were pulled apart when Luna stood tall besides the bed

"Come on, let's go shower. If you can stand" Luna winked

Aelia titled her head to the side as held a smirk, peeling the covers off her own body and standing to the side of the bed

Luna chuckled softly and dipped her arms low, grabbing the girl's legs and wrapped them around her waist. Aelia's exposed and sensitive front brushed against Luna's toned stomach, causing a moan the escape her lips and she clutched onto the girl's neck

"I see you still have the energy to stand" Luna smirked

"Yes"

"Let's change that, shall we?" She whispered, pressing her lips against the girl's chin and walking in the direction of the shower

As hot as that was, it wasn't the point of this chapter right now. You see, the day the gays came to hell in a limo was the day a stole away was also in the car without them even knowing

A talk dark skinned angel had been sneaking around Luna's house, watching their every move.

He'd stand at the windows, his palm pressing flat on the glass as his silver eyes would pierce through the living room, watching the two girls who were sleeping soundly on the sofa, tangled with each others embrace.

The heat in his veins rose everytime he'd witness the girls together, happy and smiling. Something he wished to have, something he craved since the day he lost his wife

So he monitored the girls every single day, watching like a fly on the wall and observing their every move. Waiting for the day Luna would leave the land and travel to the underworld,  there was where he'd finally be reunited with the one he loved.

So the day the girls packed to leave, was the day he took the opportunity to slip under the car, bringing on for dear life throughout the entire journey

It's been days since they arrived in hell and Mark's been hiding out in a cave, the darkness matching with his heart in the moment

He's remained patient and calm in the shadows, planning and organizing his next move, just waiting for the right time to enter Lucifer's castle

Well his days of planning had finally come to an end, the gays were all out in the garden that day, basking in the heavy rain that poured onto them, not caring if they got sick because Lucifer could just heal them

Speaking of Lucifer, he was also in the rain, dancing and spreading his arms to the air. The man allowed the rain drops to pepper his skin as his laughter filled the garden with the gay's

The engaged couple were in their room, getting it on in the shower while Mark made his way over to the wooden doors of the castle

His silver eyes glowed strongly as he moved his hand over the door, the locks clicked and it was pulled apart. The guards immediately caught the man's eyes, panic shot through their veins and onward they dashed.

Mark stood still, not moving an inch of his body as he watched the men wearing iron armor and striking silver swords in their hands charge at him, their screams filling the entire castle

But Mark smiled, a sinister smile that was enough to scare a bear. When a man's life is about to end and he smiles, you know there's something sick in his brain.

His wide white wings on his back slowly rose with each step the guards used, dashing towards the man. His smirk grew even wider as his wings rose to the air, towering over the guards like a skyscraper and making one swing.

A large gust of air flapped through the castle with enough force to push a truck from cement. The guard's bodies went flying backward, colliding with the concrete wall, luckily a few managed to land on their feet but it was still a fail

The man took slowly steps, his eyes wondering around the walls of the castle not caring for the great of guards charging at him with their silver swords.

His eyes landed on a photo of Luna when she was much younger, Mark remembered being with the girl just a few days before that photo was taken. His fingers ran over the wooden frame of the photograph, Medusa had delivered that photo to Lucifer on that same day with Luna, leaving the girl to rot with him in hell

Mark chuckled when the screams of the guards came even closer, his hand reached out and aimed right at their bodies.

A force pushed them back once again, more stronger than his wings. Almost like a circular gush of air threw right in their direction, flinging their bodies against the wall but this time, it kept them there

The force pushed their bodies against the wall, pinning and controlling the blood in their bodies and caused them to lose control of themselves. Not a word left their lips, silence filled the entire castle where screams once echoed

He laughed, not the joyfully type but the kind of laughter that brought chills to someone alone in a forest at night, pitch black and cold. The type of laughter that matched a wolf, howling with its sinister intentions. His pupils were fully blown and his smirk reached his ear

It was almost as though he was both his adult self and childish self simultaneously. As if he never fully managed to grow up, part of him left behind in childhood, possibly because his emotions, so tightly reined in, could not manage to grow or mature.

A normal child with a sense of adventure, perhaps more pride than most, and maybe...emotion. He locked up his emotions and threw away the key when his wife was taken from him. So he wondered around heaven for a way to get her back without alarming the angels above. He knew Medusa had gotten herself into trouble but he hadn't known the entire story but yet his wishes she held the key to return it to him, so he can express emotion once again.

Mark smiled sweetly as he slowly walked past the center of the pinned guards, his feet echoed through the marbled floor as he walked.

The anger, the rage and restriction ran through his blood, fueling his brain to continue moving. For he wanted his wife, he needed her once again in his arms.

The silence of the castle didn't bother him, evil rubbed his hands together in that classic way villains do, he wasn't about to pretend to be anything other than what he was. He enjoyed it, to him he didn't care if blood had to be shed, he was getting the woman back and taking more power was only a game.

He hid his true self like a snake covered with leaves, his wife being the actual snake. There was no indication of evil intent, no hint of self deviant motives to the angels in heaven but anyone human could see the evil in his eyes. Mark didn't care who got hurt because his passion is power. He hid behind a congenial mask of a blank state even as he planned to control others. He never wasted a minute on anyone who was not in a position that he coveted.

The man stood in the kitchen, not a person to be seen. Silence just ringing in his ear like a time bomb, wasting the time he could be spending to look for his wife

But footsteps were heard, an arrival of someone was coming closer and he was ready to attack.

The kitchen door was flung open and in came the person carrying the footsteps, his curly hair hung by the side of his face and a smile on his lips

"Yo, y'all want anything to ea- who the fuck are you!?" Zack hissed

The Hispanic boy rose a brow with his hands on his hips, his eyes running over that man's body in search for a familiar face, but a darkness seeped into his veins. For he knew this wasn't good. The blood drained from his face when the man leaped forward, Mark's smirk was wide as ever.

Mark's hands gripped onto Zack's throat, using the strength within and lifting the boy off his feet, Zack was dangling by his neck in the air, the burning on his lungs and throat came flooding in, it burned more than he'd expected. His hands gripped the unknown man's hands, trying to pry apart his fingers but it wouldn't budge no matter how hard he'd fight

Mark's eyes then started to glow silver. It was only then did Zack know he wasn't going to make it out of that kitchen alive.

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A/N
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