I woke up to the sound of Damien sitting in the chair in my room, listening to the news on the laptop I keep on my desk. He appeared deeply focused. I was so tired that I don't even recall falling asleep. I believe I must have dozed off in the theater within the mansion. Damien must have carried me to my room, as I found myself still wearing the same clothes from the previous night.

"Breaking news: Damien Morningstar released from jail. Charges that were levied against him have been proven false, thanks to Theo Crest. Theo Crest revealed that his father performed scientific abominations on both him and his mother before his birth. Theo Crest is the first Tri-bred, a mixture of human, demon, and angelic lineage. Protesters are claiming that this revelation is grounds to abolish the accords, citing Theo as an example."

"Wow, look at us, making it onto TV. We must have caused quite a stir," I remarked.

"Indeed. Both of us are children of monstrous parents. We are the Devil's Prodigies. I'm sure they're terribly disappointed that we aren't villains plotting for world power and domination," Damien responded.

I walked over to Damien and perched on his lap. He kissed me softly, his touch as gentle as ever.

"Are you hungry? I can make us food this time, since you're always the one cooking for me," I offered.

"Okay, I'd love to see how your cooking tastes," Damien replied.

I headed to the kitchen while Damien took a seat on one of the old bar stools at the island. Our kitchen was large, filled with antique items that suddenly made more sense knowing my dad was over 100 years old but hadn't aged physically past 30. I pulled out a pan, cracked some eggs into it, and turned on the stove. In my distraction while talking to Damien, I forgot to add oil to the pan. As the smell of burning eggs hit me, I turned around swiftly and scrambled the eggs, realizing I had the burners on high. Turning off the stove, I saw Damien trying to conceal his laughter.

"Shut up, I can cook," I said defensively.

"You mean you can overcook," he replied, laughing hysterically. "I guess I'll be making the food in this relationship."

I glared at Damien. It dawned on me that we had never really discussed our relationship status. We had just gone with the flow, and I had never asked him what he wanted.

"So, are we a couple then, like officially?" I asked.

"Is that what you want? I would love to be your boyfriend, Theo. I really, really like you," he replied.

"I would love to be with you, Damien. I like you a lot too."

Damien stood up and walked over to me. He picked me up and sat me on top of the kitchen counter, then began to kiss me. I could feel his hardness through his jeans. God, the way he made me melt into him, his touch still giving me chills no matter how often it happened.

He stepped back. "Let me finish the food, and we'll get right back to this afterward, babe," Damien said.

I watched as he threw away the eggs I had made, trying to hide his smile from me as he tossed them out. As Damien cooked, I began to drift into my thoughts, wondering how long my father would last in jail without the injections keeping him alive. Without them, he would age rapidly and not have long to live. However, I had a feeling my father wouldn't stay in jail for long. He still had assets he could use to get out early. His court hearing must have already happened or was about to. I had no interest in seeing him again, though.

Damien's phone began to ring repeatedly until he finally shut it off.

"Everything okay, Damien?" I asked.

"Yeah, my father has been trying to reach me. He wants me back at his place, but I don't think I want to go. He doesn't support us being together. He's not homophobic; he just thinks love is weak," Damien explained.

"I understand. I'm also wondering what will happen once my father gets out of jail. It's only a matter of time before he makes some deal to be released, and I don't want to be here when that happens," I replied.

"Well, maybe we should look at some apartments later. We could move downtown, far enough away from them to avoid running into them," Damien suggested.

"I would like that. Are you ready and okay with us living together?" I questioned.

"Yeah, I mean, I trust you, and I think it's a lot safer than staying where we are. Imagine us away from our parents' problems. Not saying it's gonna be easy, but we'll be free."

"Let's go out later and tour some places. I have an account my dad puts money into. It has enough to buy a house-or even three houses-so I can cover that part."

I decided to take a look at some places online downtown. As I opened my phone, I saw news articles with pictures of Damien and me.

"Damien and Theo: The Lovers Who Are Changing Our Worldview"

I clicked on it and read, "In light of Damien Morningstar and Theo Crest being in a relationship, tensions have arisen. People are demanding equality, especially the angels. Angels state they have received unfair treatment after the war and got the short end of the stick. A bigger issue is that protesters are demanding to allow inter-species relationships. Theo and Damien's relationship has inspired others in inter-species relationships to come forward. The movement's numbers continue to rise. We have made attempts to reach Theo and Damien, but so far, no luck."

I agree that people should be allowed to love who they want, and it's unfair that such oppression still exists in a modern age. I'm glad people want to stop it, but I don't think I should be the face of that movement. It's too dangerous for me, with my dad being who he is and Lucifer keeping an eye on me. It's just too risky.

I searched Zillow and found several cute places. I liked the condos more than the apartments listed. One condo in particular caught my eye. Its exterior was covered in plants, and the entire building ran on solar power. It was green and modern, with a loft bedroom overlooking the city. I felt drawn to it immediately. It was in the center of the demon section of the city.

"Damien, look at this one," I said.

Damien nodded, "It's two million though."

"Yes, and I have five million in my account, so we would have three million left over."

His jaw dropped in surprise. "Okay, trust fund baby. Let's schedule a tour."

I clicked on "Schedule a Tour," and the next available time was tomorrow at noon, so I added it and messaged the seller to let them know I was interested.

"I'm going to let the judge know I'm choosing Demon as my classification. Not that I should have to choose, but that's what I want."

"I understand. Yeah, it's difficult. I don't think you should have to choose either, but if that's what you want, then okay."

I knew Damien wouldn't say he wanted me to choose Demon because he wanted me to feel comfortable, but I could tell it made him nervous. He wouldn't ask me to do it, but I was going to-for him and so we could be together. It did make me nervous, in case we didn't end up together forever, but I would own the house, and he had other places he could go, so I thought it would work out well no matter what. I hated to doubt us, but I had to be realistic and understand what I was taking on by doing this.

Damien set a plate down in front of me with an omelet that looked like something from a restaurant. Everything seemed so easy for Damien. I wasn't really good at anything. Maybe that's just because I haven't figured out what my thing is yet.

"Show off," I commented.

Damien smirked as he took a seat on the kitchen bar stool next to me. He gently placed his hand on my leg as we both ate breakfast. Damien chowed down like he was starving, which made sense given how bad the food in jail must have been. Even after he finished, he still sat next to me as I continued to eat.

"I'm going to take a quick shower, then I'll be back to have some fun with you," Damien said.

"Well, I could join you?" I suggested.

"I'm going to shower alone if you don't mind. I didn't have much privacy in prison."

I nodded, understanding, and watched as Damien walked away.

He did seem off, like something was bothering him. I didn't know what he had experienced in prison, or maybe he just had too much on his mind. I couldn't blame him, but I hoped he would talk to me about it at some point.

My thoughts were interrupted by a sound coming from one of the guest rooms down the hall, in the opposite direction of where Damien had gone to shower. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter and moved slowly toward the noise. As I approached, I heard shuffling and saw a shadow under the door. The door handle began to turn, and I positioned myself in the corner, ready to strike. The door opened, and I twisted around it, knocking the man over and pressing the knife to his neck.

"Who the hell are you?" I demanded.

"That doesn't matter, you sinner. How can you betray your own race and be so oblivious?"

He swiftly moved, throwing the knife across the room and grabbing me by the neck, pinning me to the ground.

"You are going to die for what you are and for what you have done. You don't deserve to live," he added.

"You think you can kill me?" I smiled.

I could feel the burn in my eyes and knew what was coming. My other side just emerged, instinctively knowing what to do. He looked at me in shock as my eyes glowed bright red, the red hue reflecting on his face.

"Let me go, walk over to that knife, and stab yourself in the leg," I commanded.

His eyes rolled back, revealing only white. He released me and walked over to the knife. I turned to see Damien watching as the man stabbed his leg, leaving the knife in without making a sound. His eyes returned to normal, and Damien walked over, punching him in the face and knocking him out. I pulled out my phone and called the police, explaining that a man had broken in and attacked me. Damien put his arms around me, hugging me as we watched the man until the police arrived.

"Are you okay, baby?" Damien asked.

I nodded. After a few minutes, the police rushed in, cuffed the man, and carried him to an ambulance. An officer walked over to question Damien and me, notepad in hand.

"So what happened here?" the officer asked.

"Well, Damien was in the shower. I heard a noise, so I grabbed a kitchen knife. He attacked me, we struggled for the knife, and then he lost," I explained swiftly.

"Yeah, I saw some of it," Damien added.

Damien reached over holding my hand.

"Well, that should be all. We'll give one of you a call if we need anything. I suggest not staying here tonight, considering both of you are very popular topics right now," the officer advised before walking out.

As soon as they left, I turned to Damien. "Let's get a hotel room. I know a good place we can stay."

"Yeah, sounds good," Damien agreed.

"Let me pack a bag," I said, quickly gathering essentials like my phone charger, wallet, clothes, and cramming them into a duffel bag. Damien seemed to have packed a few things as well, walking into the room with one of my dad's old suitcases.

"Hope you don't mind I took a few of your dad's clothes since they fit," Damien said.

"No, it's okay. By all means, take what you need. Hopefully, with the tour tomorrow, we won't have to come back here again," I replied.

I stole a set of my dad's car keys to the Porsche. It had always been my favorite car of his. He told me it would be mine once I was old enough, so I figured why not now.

"Alright, let's go to the garage and get the heck out of here," I said to Damien.

We made our way to the garage, where my dad had about 30 cars. He collected them, but most he never actually drove anywhere. I hopped into the driver's seat of the Porsche. I had only driven a few times, but I was used to this car, so I felt fine driving it. I still didn't have my license, which I needed to sort out soon. I started the car; it didn't make a sound. It was an EV version, fully electric, but one of the fastest electric cars on the market. It was a black Mission E. I pulled out of the garage, and Damien looked uncomfortable, like he was scared I was going to crash.

"Relax, I can't be that bad already," I reassured Damien.

"So it's true what they say, all gays drive insane," Damien joked.

I rolled my eyes at him. He had a way of being dramatic about things. It's not like a car crash could kill either of us. Maybe he wasn't used to cars since Hell didn't have any.

I put on "We Fell In Love In October," it suited the vibe and was one of my favorite songs.

I continued to drive outside the city. The hotel was on a mountainside outside the city limits, overlooking everything. My dad used to take me to the hotel as a kid when we both wanted out of the house.

"So, if you were born in Hell, what happened to your wings?" I randomly asked, almost wishing I hadn't.

"My dad, Lucifer, he cut them off when I was a boy. I flew around Hell, and he said it made me out of place to have angel wings, so he made sure I was as demon in his eyes as possible. It was the most painful thing I've ever been through," Damien explained.

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I asked," I said sincerely.

"It's okay. It's important that you know me and my story, and what you are getting into," Damien reassured me.

"If it helps, Damien, you aren't him. You are nothing like him," I added.

"I know," he replied.

We continued to drive in silence, both watching the city lights as I sped through the highway. As we approached the hotel, it was covered in rose bushes with hanging lights outside, creating a charming atmosphere. The balconies overlooked everything. We both got out of the car and made our way inside, greeted by a piano and chandelier in the main entrance. The hotel was always beautiful every time I went.

I made my way to the front desk, and Damien stood behind me.

"Room for two, please," I requested.

"Here are the keys for the top floor, room 114. It's $250 for the night. Card, please," the receptionist said.

I handed her my card, and she quickly gave it back. She looked like she had done this a million times and was one bad day away from walking out of here. As we made our way up the stairs, Damien grabbed my ass, and I flinched, as it was unexpected.

"Wow, can't even wait till we get to the room," I teased.

Damien smiled, and we carried on up the stairs and down the hall to our room. We opened the door, and we were overlooking the city. I made my way to the patio, opened the sliding door, and leaned against the railing, watching the city lights. The wind blew softly, and everything felt so small and peaceful from this far.

Damien stepped out next to me, admiring everything.

"This is so peaceful. I like being here with you, Theo," Damien said.

All I could see was his silhouette. He moved closer to me, his lips meeting mine, and I felt everything. I wanted more than just him close to me; I longed for his energy, his soul to be with me. I wanted Damien to be with me forever. I felt a greater connection to him than I had before. Everything just clicked, and I had fallen for him in such a deep way, deeper than ever before. The longing for him hurt but felt so good.

"Damien," I began.

He picked me up, carrying me to the bed. Gently setting me down, he removed my shirt and kissed me softly on the neck, slowly moving down my stomach, kissing me right below my belly button. He began to remove his own clothes, and I did the same, left with just my boxers. He looked down at me with such admiration, rubbing his hands against my cock from outside the boxers. I could feel wetness from pre-cum, and Damien smiled as he noticed.

Damien flipped me around, pulling me so my head was hanging off the bed. He put his hard cock in my mouth, and I began to gag from the size of it and how far down he was going.

"It's okay, good boy," Damien reassured me, pulling my chin to open my jaw wider. He slowly pushed his cock deeper into my throat, picking up speed as he began to moan. My eyes watered from the size of his cock in my throat.

"It's okay, baby. You're doing so good," Damien encouraged.

His cock went in all the way, and he let out a loud moan, breathing heavily. I felt a warm sensation in my throat as he came. He pulled his dick out, cum covering it, some dripping on my face, and he wiped it off with his hand.

"Stand up; let me please you now," Damien commanded.

I stood, and Damien pulled my boxers off, revealing my hard dick. He proceeded to stick his tongue out and lick the tip of my cock, the sensation causing me to lean forward and moan.

"Does that feel good? You want more?" Damien asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Yes, what?" he pressed.

"Yes, please," I clarified.

"Don't cum until I tell you to. Do you understand?" he instructed.

"Yes," I affirmed.

He sucked right in between where my dick and balls met, and I let out a moan of pleasure.

"Do you want to fuck me?" Damien asked.

"Yeah, I'll try. I've never topped before," I admitted.

"I'll teach you," Damien assured me.

He stood up and bent over the bed. I moved forward and put my dick at his hole, starting to thrust forward. It felt so good to be inside him. I began to thrust, feeling how tight he was around my dick. I moaned and began to thrust faster and faster.

"Can I cum in you?" I asked.

"Yes," Damien replied.

I moved faster and faster, the pleasure rushing over me. I reached for Damien's cock and began to stroke him while humping him. I moaned and got chills as I gushed cum into him. As I pulled my dick out, it was covered in cum. Damien flipped around, and I continued to stroke him. He began to thrust into my hand, and cum shot from him again, hitting my face. Damien moaned in pleasure.

"You did good," Damien praised, still breathing heavily. "Come with me to the shower."

I followed Damien to the shower, and we stepped in together. The water was freezing, and I jumped back, but Damien caught me, and I could feel his dick against mine. He reached down, grabbing both of our cocks and stroking them together. I began to squirm and moan from the discomfort of already cumming, but I wanted him to continue. He kissed me, and I felt his tongue touch mine as he continued to stroke our cocks. Damien got on his knees and began to stroke just mine, picking up speed.

"Come on, baby, give me more. I wanna empty you," Damien urged.

I felt a tightness, and I shivered as my dick began to pulse, cum shooting out onto Damien's face.

"Good boy," Damien praised.

"You cum a lot," Damien teased.

"You mean you cause me to cum a lot?" I retorted playfully.

We continued to wash up, and Damien wrapped a towel around me, drying off my hair for me.

"Damien, I love you," I said.

"I love you too," he replied.

He carried me to the bed, removing the towel from me and drying himself for a second. Naked, we lay in bed, and Damien cuddled me as we watched some TV.

Authors note: Hey all sorry its been a minute been a little to adhd to write but I finally finished this chapter. I wrote the smut scene inspired by real shit that happened to me hahaha don't judge me bitch. AUGHHH and I thought the mf was the one RIP I honestly don't think Ill ever feel that feeling again love sucks don't get it twisted. In another life. Also I really am happy with the playlist I made for this book check it out on Spotify! Copy the link and click on search or paste it into your browser.

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