"I've lost one, that's sad."

"What do you want?" I screamed at the air for I could not see nor feel anyone. "Why are you attacking me? Is this your territory?"

"Territory?" He repeated in a humored tone. "You could say that."

"Then I'll leave. Could you now retract your bullets?"

"Retract? Hmm... I don't feel like doing that."

Fuck! What was wrong with him? What kind of demon sounded as if he was enjoying terrorizing me from the shadows? We may have been known for violence, but we did it in plain sight. We liked facing our enemies eye to eye so we could let them see what their enemies looked like.

'One more push and I might disperse these bullets.' I said to myself and quickly prepared myself to inject another round of energy into the shield which would be more powerful than the last.
I felt my core heat up, readying itself to release a wave of energy. And just as it was about to let the power blast out of my body, a burly figure materialized right next to my barrier, two large wings spread out from his back in an instant before they shot out to cover my shield.

"Shit! An angel?!"
At that instant, I knew I was so fucked.
But, I had heard that angels had two pairs of wings yet the one standing in front of me, embracing me with his majestic feathery pair, had only one.
No, he was not embracing me.
I could feel my barrier weakening like a hymen thinning.

My head whipped side to side, catching the cracks starting to form all around my barrier. His wings, they were sucking out my energy like a succubus feeding from a human.

"Stop!" I yelled letting out more energy to protect myself.
But his damned wings sucked it as well.

"Hahaha!" He cackled, his glowing red eyes gazing down at me scornfully. That red glow, it felt as if I was staring into an arch demon(one of the fallen angels who were our ancestors). But the archdemons had died a long time ago during the battle of the  Celestials where some of them sacrificed their lives to create a barrier around the demon realm with their very souls. That was why none of the heavenly beings could gain entry into our realm.

"Let it all out you pathetic parasite. How long do you think you can hold on to this little barrier of yours, hm?"

The vile hatred in his eyes made my soul shiver. It made me want to cower in a small corner somewhere and let him pass.
"Why? I haven't done any-"

"Insolent pest!" He hissed. "Your mere existence gives me such a disgusting taste in my mouth and makes me want to stab my eyes."

Hatred. Pure hatred.
This angel hated demons, so why did he have our eyes?
Angels normally had golden eyes, according to what I had been told. And their four wings are as majestic as those of our only and true king, Asmodeus who had been asleep for millenniums.

He took a step forward, forcing his body into my barrier while his strong wings continued squeezing my only protection.
'Hurry up Kat, I can't hold on much longer!' I cried in my head while standing my ground and doing my best to release more energy.
But with each step he took, more cracks developed. And in his fourth step, it shattered like a glass breaking.

With my hands still up, the second the barrier vanished, they came in contact with a warm yet hard wall. I looked up, tears of desperation forming in my eyes. I did not want to die yet. I was still a virgin. How could a succubus die a virgin?
I hadn't experienced the pleasure of having a man's cock shoved in me till I lost a grip of my senses.

'Shit! Why am I thinking about sex at this moment?'

Something large suddenly enveloped me from behind... His wings.
And they were now crushing me against his very body as if he was an actual wall that would suffer no damage even after I was crushed into nothing but goo.

"A succubus... You should be happy dying in my arms like this. A tale that you will not get to brag about to your parasite friends."

I couldn't breathe. My core was pulsing harder than usual, and I could taste blood in my mouth before it came flowing from my lips. He was slowly killing me. And from the smug look on his face, he was enjoying the helpless look I must have had on.
My clenched fists grew numb by the second as strength seeped from my body.

Those damned wings. I wished someone would show up and rip them from his body like a chicken's without a slice of pity.
"Don't glare at me like that sweetheart. Blame your parents for creating you. Blame your weak existence."

It was useless to put up a fight when I knew I'd lose. That was why I hadn't bothered to attack him. After decades of studying humans, I knew some people derived pleasure from seeing a weaker opponent struggle to survive.
And this angel right here, was portraying that kind of psychopathic behavior.

If I were to die, I'd rather die with my dignity than be an object of amusement for his sick mind.

"Rafael! Stop it! We were ordered to capture her alive!" A male voice spoke. I tried to force my eyes to open, but with my life fading by the seconds, a simple thing as controlling my eyes became a burdensome task.

"We can deliver her soul."

So his name was Rafael?
"Rafael..." I murmured unconsciously before all of my senses went blank.

Was I dead?
If I died, my soul would immediately hide in my core, awaiting a hellhound to come pick it up for immediate reincarnation. It now made sense why the second voice did not want me to die. If the hellhounds were involved, these angels would have no chance to take me to whoever had ordered my capture.