I kept my eyes shut for a while, even after I had woken up. I noticed cold air surrounding me. Damien had removed my wet clothes while I was out and covered my lower half with a blanket. I didn't want Damien to begin criticizing me before I was ready to handle it. I wanted to speak with my dad and get some much-needed clarity. I'm not sure what went wrong in the ritual, but it didn't work. Either I messed up the ritual or Damien pulled me out of it far too early.

I decided to start opening my eyes and confront things head-on. Damien had more than likely sat guard over me all night.

"Hey, are you feeling okay?" Damien says in a soft, hushed tone.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm really sorry, Damien. I was conflicted, with much hate for a lot of people who lied to me my whole life. Part of me also wants to crave all the power I can get."

"Well, the good thing is it didn't work. You can't go back after something like that," Damien replies.

"I want to speak to my father and understand things more. As much as I hate him, I think I need to," I said.

Damien nods in reply.

"I've seen angels do astral projection before. Maybe it's something I can learn. It would be far better than talking to him about things in person."

"I can't teach you that though, Theo. It can be dangerous to learn such things. If you are so eager to learn your abilities and your angel ones as well, maybe we need to find an angel we can trust to help you," Damien says.

I found his eagerness to push me towards learning angel abilities odd. I think it's Damien's way of trying to push me in a direction where I can't use blood magic or any dark magic for that matter. I know it's coming from a caring place, but it's part of being an entity, and many angels and demons do these things, and I should be able to as well. I think with time Damien will learn to loosen up, especially since blood magic is all part of the demon's way of life. I do remember an angel who my dad was friends with; he was a spy for the angels. He grew close to my dad in order to try and cut down on my dad's angel blood dealings. This angel ended up double-crossing my dad too early. The angel busted an angel blood lab, and it ended up being only one of hundreds, and the angel disappeared. His name is Ashraf. If I could summon the angel, I could speak with him and try to have him help me with my angel abilities.

"Damien, I know an angel I think we can trust to teach me my angel abilities," I said.

"If you are sure we can trust them, I am open to it, but if one thing feels off, I'm sending that angel to hell," Damien replies. Damien then stands up, adding, "We will talk more in the morning; why don't you get some rest."

Damien shuts the lights off and takes his seat back on the sofa, watching me. I know he will be up all night watching over me. I slowly drift asleep, knowing I'm safe in Damien's care.

**Time jump 8 hours**

My eyes begin to open as the sun seeps in through the windows. Damien lifts his head, meeting me with a smile.

"Good morning, love. Feeling any better?" Damien says.

I grunt as I feel my body has grown sore overnight.

Damien lets out a laugh. "I'll make you coffee and bring you some ibuprofen."

I begin to sit up straight, zoning out as I recall last night. Though the ritual had been unsuccessful, I felt like my power had grown, like I had more of it than before.

Damien finishes making coffee and walks over to me. "Open," Damien says, holding the ibuprofen in front of me.

I open my mouth, and he places the ibuprofen inside my mouth. He smiles. I take the mug of coffee from him and wash the pill down while Damien intently watches.

"Good boy," Damien says.

I start to feel a bit aroused by the teasing, and I can feel my face flushed. I know I'm blushing.

"Oh, Theo, you are so cute," Damien says as he leans over and kisses me on the cheek, resulting in me being fully hard now.

I attempt to break the tension with, "Should we go ahead and summon the angel to help me?"

"No, not yet. I don't think the angel would want to see this," Damien says, then reaches down, picking me up, and carrying me over to the room.

Damien sets me down, walks over to the bed, grabs a pillow, and sets it on the floor.

"Get on your knees," Damien says, pushing my shoulder down.

He unzips his pants, revealing his hard cock. I could smell the odor of his cock close to my face, it didn't bother me though his natural scent actually turned me on.

Damien steps closer to me and says, "Open."

I open my mouth, and he puts his hard cock in my mouth, thrusting forward. I consume his dick, but he's so big that my eyes begin to water, and I start to choke on his cock, the taste was so earthy it was odd but I liked it in a way, I try to pull away to avoid the gag reflex the size off his cock filled my whole mouth leaving no room for air, but Damien quickly grabs my head and pushes it all the way down on him I attempt to hold back my gag. He lets out a loud groan. 

"Be a good boy and take it," Damien demands.

Damien then pulls back, pulls his jeans all the way down, and steps out of them. He lifts his dick with one hand and pulls my head to his balls, and I begin to suck them the soft texture and the taste of sweat left on them from a while without a shower. The taste on his balls being so potent. Damien tilts his head back and moans. I take his cock back in my mouth, struggling to hold back my gag reflex.

"Good boy," Damien says, while holding my head.

He begins to move faster. Holding my head in place so I cant back up with his thrusts into my throat. I begin to caress his balls with his hand encouraging his pleasure.

"Oh fuck," Damien says, letting out a moan.

I feel his budged out veins and the texture of the bottom of his cock touch my tongue the feeling was so good. I felt more used to his cock being in my mouth my gagging stops and I moved with Damien's thrusts. While gently touching his soft but large balls.

His warm cum then fills my throat the taste of his cum salty and dull. I feel his dick throbbing in my mouth. He pulls his dick out.

"Swallow baby," He says touching the side of my face.

He pulls me up on the bed, removing my boxers, then pushing me down. He begins to stroke my dick and then puts one of his hands under me and inserts his finger inside me he begins to wiggle his finger around in me. He touches one spot inside me I let out a groan and squirm a bit as he touches my G-spot inside me.

"Stay still," Damien says.

I moan as Damien fingers me and strokes my extremely hard cock I felt so hard that it felt painful like I'm gunna explode any minute. I start to feel an overwhelming amount of pleasure as Damien rubs my G-spot with his finger. Damien begins to moan with me as he pleasures me making me so horny and eager to cum. I try not to squirm under Damien's touch, but the task seems so difficult.

I begin to moan, and Damien spits on his hand that he's using to stroke me. I start breathing heavily from the feeling of being so close. I lean up a little to watch Damien's veiny hands stroking my cock, and I moan while watching him. Damien stares intently down at my cock like his mission is to take all the cum out of me.

"You better not cum yet," Damien says.

He lets go of my dick while just fingering me. He waits a minute, then grabs my cock again, stroking it. He wants to keep me on the edge. Then, he stops again.

"Please," I say feeling tortured from being so close.

"Please what?" Damien says.

"Please, I wanna cum," I plead.

"There we go," Damien says, then begins to stroke me faster.

I begin to moan.

"Oh yeah," Damien says as I feel my dick pulsing in his hand.

I experience begin to feel a tight wave of cum traveling up my shaft a release of pleasure as cum shoots from my dick, and I moan. 

Damien puts his mouth the feeling of his warmth saliva ingulfs me on my cock and sucks it while I'm still cumming, causing my pleasure to last longer I yell in discomfort. He takes my dick out and continues to stroke it, and I begin to squirm.

"I can't," I say.

"Yes you will. I'm going to drain you," Damien says.

He continues to stroke me, this time using one hand to stroke me and his other to hold my torso down. I begin to squirm  and whimper from the discomfort, but it also feels so good at the same time, and I don't want Damien to stop. I grunt and squirm from his touch, letting out a yell as Damien strokes me faster. I try to move, but he's holding me down, and I can't escape it. For the second time, cum shoots from me in a burst of pleasure and pinching discomfort. 

"Oh fuck yeah," Damien says watching the cum ooze from the tip of my dick. 

I yell in pleasure and discomfort, knowing I can't go a third time. Damien lets go of me, smiling. I sit up to see the bed completely showered in my cum.

I follow him as he grabs a towel. He wipes me down, smiling as he rubs the cum off my dick. I came so much my balls feel sore and the touch of the towel causing a discomfort. 

"See, knew you had more cum to give me," Damien says.

I smile and roll my eyes. Damien takes me over to the dresser, and I throw on a hoodie and some sweatpants. Everything he has is too baggy on me, but I kind of liked it; it made everything feel cozy. Damien tugs the hoodie down since my stomach was showing. He pulls me close to him and wraps his arms around me. I love how he cuddles me after; it feels comforting, like he's saying, "I'm here for all of you, not just the body." That's why I like Damien; he's always eager to comfort me at any given moment, and the fact that he can sense emotions, I think, works in his favor.

I make my way to the couch, switching on some TV. It plays some game shows that are on some of the free channels in the area. I like to mindlessly watch game shows sometimes. Olivia would always get competitive with that sort of thing, and I would play along, even though I didn't care for it all that much. Damien makes his way next to me, covering us up with the blanket that had been there from last night. I lay my head on his shoulder, and we sit and watch. I want to stay in his arms like this all day. I could care less about the TV; I just want Damien to hold onto me forever and not let go. After an hour or two of sitting like this, I almost fall asleep, and I figure it's time to get up. I need to speak with Ashraf.

"Hey, I think we should get up and try to summon Ashraf," I said, standing up.

"Yeah, you're right. Let's go."

"Where should we do it?" I asked.

"Just outside the cabin is fine," Damien says.

"Have you summoned an angel before?" I asked Damien.

"Once. I had sort of created a problem I needed help with."

"Oh," I reply curiously.

"I have the ability to create blood-sucking monsters called vampires. They spread like a disease."

I laugh not believing Damien. 

Damien begins to draw a pentagram in the dirt. He stands on one side of the pentagram, and I stand on the other.

"Okay, chant 'bring forth' three times and the angel's name."

"His name is Ashraf," I reply.

We both in sync say:

"Bring forth Ashraf"

"Bring forth Ashraf"

"Bring forth Ashraf"

The pentagram in the dirt begins to glow blue, and then Ashraf appears.

"Who dares to summon me?" Ashraf says loudly.

"Ashraf, I'm not sure if you remember me. My name is-"

"Ah, yes, Theo. I know you. You seem different though, powerful energy flows within you," Ashraf interrupts, looking at me almost as if looking through me. He then turns to Damien and says, "A high demon. Hello, Damien Morningstar."

"That's what I need your help with. My father, Nathan, has done experiments on himself using angel and demon genes. In turn, I was turned into a demon, angel, human hybrid. I'm now developing powers and want to learn my angel abilities."

"I'll help you as long as this stays quiet. I don't need an accords violation problem for myself right now," Ashraf agrees.

Damien and I both nod in agreement.

"Very well, Theo, join me, won't you?" Ashraf says.

I follow Ashraf a bit away from the cabin, but not too far away; it's still within my view. Damien stands back a bit by the porch, leaning against a post.

"So, how much do you know about your abilities?" Ashraf questions.

"I know I can switch between angel and demon abilities. I've barely used my angel abilities; I knocked Lucifer and Lilith across the room," I respond.

Ashraf's eyes widen, and he smiles.

"Alright, well, tell me about that story later. I wanna hear it. For now, though, let's start with the basics," Ashraf says.

He begins to draw in the sand a foreign language that I have not yet seen before, ancient Greek, maybe.

"Angels have the ability to understand all languages; it's universal to all angels, an ability we all share," Ashraf says. "Try to focus, clear your mind. Imagine the words making sense to you, uncovering their meanings."

I concentrate and do as Ashraf says. I begin to think of the words like a puzzle becoming untangled. The letters begin to glow, and I can understand them.

"Lucifer and Lilith are the worst?" I ask Ashraf.

"They really are, though," I reply.

"I would have loved to see you knock them both off their feet. I bet it felt good."

We both laugh, and Ashraf begins to cover up the words with more dirt.

"Okay, let's try the next thing. Since you said you knocked them out, I'm thinking you can create currents of energy and release them. Let's try that," Ashraf says.

I nod in reply.

"Angels use natural energy, so imagine the energy from the trees, the forest, coming to you, and claim it. Then, use it against that fallen log," Ashraf instructs.

I close my eyes and begin to feel the wind surround me. Energy starts spinning around me. Then, I aim my arm at the log, and it sends a wave, tossing the log into the distance, but also knocking me over.

"Whoa, maybe you need to collect a little less energy next time," Ashraf says.

Ashraf extends his hand and helps me up. He then gently places his hand on my shoulder and asks, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good," I reply. "Wanna grab a drink from the cabin before we continue?"

Ashraf nods, and we walk back, with his hand still on my back. I glance up to see Damien's face; he looks mad.

Once we were close enough, I asked Damien, "Are you okay?"

Damien lunged forward, punching Ashraf in the face, sending him flying back, and a tree hits his back.

"Damien, what the hell?" I ask in shock.

"He really got all handsy with you. I don't like it."

"Damien, relax. You are the only one I want to be with. It's not like that."

"Does he know that?" Damien asks. I look down, realizing there may have been signs.

Ashraf gets up, looking angry.

"Forget helping you ever again. Figure it out on your own." Ashraf's wings then open, and he leaps up, shooting into the sky, leaving us behind.

"I can't believe you," I say to Damien, my arms crossed, as I walk inside.

I sit on the couch, watching more TV, while Damien anxiously paces in the kitchen.

Damien breaks the silence. "Look, I'm sorry, that was too much. I shouldn't have done that. It's just that I really love you and I want you to myself. I've never had feelings of jealousy before. I saw the way he laughed with you and helped you up, and it made me upset."

I stand up, making my way to him. It's understandable considering he came from hell. I feel sorry for him; he never had a normal life. I wrap my arms around him and give him a kiss on the cheek.

"It's okay. I'm not leaving you, don't worry."

We both spend the rest of the day watching movies and cuddling on the couch. I begin to drift asleep on Damien as the sun begins to set.

**Time jump 7 hours**

Damien and I both jump up in shock as screams echo through the nearby forest.

"One of the traps," Damien says.

We both rush outside to see what the hell is going on. We approach where the screams came from and find a man in an all-black army uniform. His gun had fallen to the ground, and he had a patch symbolizing the evil eye, representing the government organization known as The Eye. They were in charge of handling all things related to demons and angels, as well as dealing with violations of the accords. Damien signals me to hide while he looks around. I duck behind a bush, watching as Damien surveys the area.

Suddenly, too many men appear, and one stuns Damien with a high-voltage stun gun. They quickly move and put a collar on him to weaken his abilities.

I jump up from the bush. Damien shakes his head, but I can't help but yell for him. "Damien, no!" I say.

"Run!" Damien replies.

Three members of the Eye soon surround me and grab me as well. I scream as they grab both my arms. I begin to get angry; I sense the guards' heartbeats and imagine them gone. Blood then drips from the eyes, ears, and noses of the Eye members. A bunch of new guards appear, hitting me on the head and wrapping a collar around my neck. I watch as they struggle to drag Damien away since he is pulling away and fighting them.

"I love you, Damien," I yell out.

I watch as he looks upset, more sad for me than for himself. They drag me to the opposite side of where they are taking Damien, and then they blindfold me and throw me into the back of a van. I hear the door lock behind me.

Authors Note:

Enjoy this smut scene because we wont have another for a few chapters. Things are gunna get real interesting though. Leave a comment let me know what you think! Hope you enjoyed. Also here is a photo of Ashraf or how I imagine him.