Chapter Five
And The Spirit of God was Hovering Over The Waters

"For they cannot die anymore, because they are equal to angels and are sons of God, being sons of the resurrection." Luke 20:36

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Warning(s)
Blood, violence, vague sexual tension
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When they got back to the apartment, Asmodeus gave Raphael a new change of clothes and ordered him to take a shower, claiming he stunk worse than the pits of hell (something which Raphael, who had been there once or twice before, couldn't really argue against).

By then it was midday, and the sun which had shown through the east facing windows was long gone and the small apartment had gathered a little chill in the air. Asmodeus turned the heater on higher.

As he waited for the room to heat up, the blond demon went over to the kitchen and began to make some tea, seeing as how he personally didn't want to freeze to death (unlike someone apparently).

While the water was boiling in the kettle he grabbed a cup, then grabbed another when he remembered Raphael was there, and then grabbed some sugar too since he liked sweet things like that. He moved back over to where the kettle was but the sudden, loud sound of his front door closing shut caused him to jump, which in turn caused him to let out a string of extremely vulgar curses as his hand burnt on the steaming metal kettle.

Asmodeus growled and quickly set down everything as he moved over to the living room doorway to see what had happened, he wasn't in a good mood for this kind of stuff. However, when he saw who it was, he felt himself straighten up tensely.

"Mammon," he muttered lowly. He was more than thankful that Raphael was in the shower at that moment, rather than on the couch or whatever like he had been the past two days he'd been there.

Mammon, who was, quite literally, mr. 'tall, dark, and handsome', wasn't exactly the kind of demon Asmodeus would have wanted in his house at that exact moment. Not only was he the so called 'prince of greed', but he was also a demon. There was a chance he would recognize Raphael if he saw him, which would only mean bad things for the both of them.

"Asmodeus, brother, I've been sent to come check up on you. Your door was unlocked, of course." Mammon gave a small smirk, his dark eyes gleaming as he looked away from Asmodeus for a second to examine his surroundings. "Nice place you have here, who's the mortal in your shower though? A friend? Lover? Priest?" He glanced back at him curiously.

Asmodeus scoffed, though he felt his heart skip a beat at the demons words."As if I'd have a priest in my own home. You insult me just at the thought of that, Mammon."

Mammon chuckled darkly. "Then another lover, I'd presume? I know you aren't one for- ah, friendships. Especially not with humans." Asmodeus leaned against the doorway as he crossed his arms, forcing his body to relax.

"Just a little plaything I've decided to keep for a short while," he answered back as casually as he possibly could. Mammon raised an eyebrow.

"Oh how curious, now I simply must meet this lover of yours," the demon responded mischievously.

Asmodeus couldn't help but let out a snort as he looked down, eyes closed and his hair falling around his face prettily. He looked back up at Mammon with a smirk.

"He wouldn't even spare you a glance, Mammon, if that's what you're thinking about." He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh how sad, I suppose I'll just have to steal him from you, hmm?" His eyes darkened. "He would make a nice addition to my collection I'm sure."

Asmodeus stopped leaning on the wall, his arms uncrossed as he took a threatening step towards Mammon, his green eyes narrowed.

"I suggest you leave now, before I do something I won't regret."

"So scary," Mammon responded sarcastically as he leaned closer to Asmodeus, his finger booping his nose condescendingly. "Down, puppy, down- fUCK!"

Asmodeus took a step back, his mouth dripping with blood as Mammon cursed and cradled his bleeding finger. Asmodeus gave a grin as he wiped the blood from his mouth, but Mammon let out a growl before suddenly he charged at him, drawing a dagger from out of no where.
Asmodeus laughed and dodged as he kicked Mammon's side, but the demon simply grabbed his leg and yanked him to the ground, holding the dagger against his chin while his leg rested dangerously on his chest.

"Looks like I win," Mammon whispered with a smirk. Without a second thought, Asmodeus kneed him in the back and pushed him off, kicking him once again in the chest before he rolled to the side, grabbed his dagger, and slammed the now standing Mammon into a wall as he held the dagger against his throat and the others tie tightly in his fist. He pulled his face closer to his own.

"No the fuck you don't, bitch," he told him, a wild look in his green eyes. Mammon growled lowly but before either of them could do anything more, another voice joined in.

"Isn't there tea boiling in the kettle?"

Both eyes turned over to the entrance of Asmodeus's room where Raphael stood shirtless, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. Water dripped off of his dark skin, trailing down his eight pack to the prominent v line which slowly disappeared underneath the white towel. His shoulders were wider than he had remembered seeing during their more rougher fights, and his muscles were large and beautifully defined.

Asmodeus literally had to bite his tongue to keep his eyes from wandering. Mammon, on the other hand, had no such problem giving the former angel a good once over, causing Asmodeus to let out a low growl and press the dagger into his pale skin slightly.

Mammon turned his gaze back to him, eyes narrowed and dark, though Asmodeus could sense the lust coming off of him like literal waves.

"I suppose I should leave now, thanks for the chat, Asmodeus," he told him with a dark grin before looking back at Raphael who stood in the doorway. "And you, id love to see you again some day, most certainly."

Asmodeus pressed the dagger harder and he chuckled. "I'm only kidding...unless?" Before Asmodeus had a chance to slit his throat, Mammon and the dagger had suddenly disappeared from his grasp, leaving him almost completely empty handed. He looked back at the former angel.

"So nice of you to show up, Raphael," he told him bitterly, glancing quickly down at his muscles before back up at his face.

Raphael raised an eyebrow at him and took a few steps forward until he was in front of Asmodeus, whose eyes widened a little bit and who did his best to ignore his heart skipping a beat.

"What are you-"

Raphael put his hand underneath Asmodeus's chin, holding his face gently as his thumb moved the others lower lip down a bit, his dark eyes focusing solely on his pink lips.
Suddenly their eyes met and Asmodeus felt his breath leave his chest but before he could even do anything Raphael had pulled his hand away and broke the gaze.

"What-"

"I was making sure it wasn't your own blood on your face," he answered back with a shrug as he stepped back. Asmodeus felt his face flush in embarrassment. "Then I'd have to return the favor you did for me and patch you up too." He chuckled, before suddenly remembering what he had been thinking. "Oh yeah, also your kettles' been boiling for a while."
Asmodeus's eyes widened and before he could make a fool out of himself again he quickly raced to the kitchen.

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Word count- 1346
THREE CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY AFTER NOT WRITING FOR 8 MONTHS??? Yeah, ik I'm amazing.
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