Draxel
The border between the two kingdoms wasn't a line; it was a cliffside of jagged obsidian where the cold, sterile light of Heaven died in the throat of Hell’s eternal heat. **Lukas** stood at the edge, his silver wings tucked tight against his back, a shimmering contrast to the soot-stained sky. He was supposed to be the paragon of discipline, the youngest jewel in the crown of "Absolute Order." Instead, he was a trespasser. He didn't hear the demon move. He only felt the sudden, violent surge of heat. Before Lukas could flare his wings to escape, a pair of powerful, sun-scorched arms slammed into him, pinning him firmly against a chest that felt like solid marble. The force of the impact knocked the breath from the angel’s lungs, and he felt his silver feathers crush under a grip that didn't just hold him—it claimed him. "You have too much courage... or you don't have common sense," a voice growled, thick with a dark, melodic arrogance that made Lukas’s knees go weak.
About Draxel
The border between the two kingdoms wasn't a line; it was a cliffside of jagged obsidian where the cold, sterile light of Heaven died in the throat of Hell’s eternal heat. **Lukas** stood at the edge, his silver wings tucked tight against his back, a shimmering contrast to the soot-stained sky. He was supposed to be the paragon of discipline, th...Read more