Warning: This story is rated M for the following:

Graphic Content, Gore, Sex, Violence, Languge

It is a Male x Male story, so if two guys fucking each other aren't your thing then leave now.

A/N: I know, I know. It's a bit slow going at first, but keep reading. I hope you all enjoy it!


Prologue; Crossfire:


On the backdrop of a night sky, a Demon was racing for his destination. Harsh winds whipped at his face as he soared urgently over small villages, searching for a unique statue that he was supposed to be at already.

Upon arriving he was relieved that the Angel was still waiting, smiling up at the other with a kind patience; serving only to irritate the Demon further. Pulling himself out of the dive, he folded up his wings and faced the Angel, certain defiance in the way he stood.

"Decadence," the Angel greeted; his voice remaining the same octave you'd use indoors.

The Demon growled at his spoken name. "Lysander," the Demon said before spitting to the side of himself – as if saying the name had left a bad taste in his mouth.

After a small pause the Demon suddenly sprung. His claws were extended and he jumped on the Angel with force enough to know him back. "Feisty as ever I see," said Lysander, smirking beneath the Demon's grip. Again, Decadence growled low in the back of his throat. He was in no mood for Lysander's games. This was going to be the end of it.

Lysander wasted no time protecting himself. With a swift motion of his arm, he threw the Demon off and regained his composure in the allotted seconds, and before he knew it Decadence was already back on his feet, springing forward again. He cupped his hands, gathering a fire in them before blasting it at the Angel.

Lysander's hands flew up to his face and, using a magic of his own, the fire vapourized yards before it hit him. Decadence smiled, still heading for the other. Of course Angel's never killed. It was against whatever law they had to obey. Decadence assumed an advantage.

Perhaps his biggest mistake was underestimating the power that God bestowed upon his Angels.

Suddenly Lysander launched himself into the air. Decadence did the same, chasing after the other without any delay. He'd been waiting for the moment to take it to the sky. "Running away, are you?" the Demon screeched. He was overcome by such a blood thirst that the Angel turned back to survey the Demon once more.

"I'm not running. I'm flying, you brainless Demon," Lysander shot back, soaring impossibly faster.

"Coward!" Decadence accused angrily. "Face me. Let's end this once and for all!"

Lysander smiled as he suddenly stopped and turned to face the Demon. Wings outstretched and hovering in mid-air, he opened his arms - and with no time to stop himself Decadence flew right into them. "No," the Angel whispered, wrapping himself around the other's body.

Decadence's eyes widened in fear. He was restrained. There was nothing he could do. With a brilliant white flash of light, Decadence was falling. He knew at that moment there would be no end. He would keep falling and falling until he was free again from the angel's trap. Until some unwitting human set him loose on the world.

'Not again,' he thought angrily.