He placed a hand on her cheek, his rough fingers contrasting with her smooth skin.
"Because I see your rage. It's like mine." His voice dropped, a whisper laden with desire. "And I want more than an ally. I want you."
Seraphine shuddered, but didn't pull away.
"You're playing a dangerous game, incubus," she murmured, her lips brushing his. Then she yielded, kissing him with brutal urgency, her hands clawing his chest. Their embrace was fierce, almost a battle. He tore her tunic, revealing her firm breasts, her nipples hardened. She pinned him to the ground, her thighs locking around his hips, her lips biting his neck until it bled.
"Prove it," she growled, her eyes blazing. Valzaroth reversed the hold, pinning her beneath him, his hands exploring her muscular curves. He thrust into her with a single motion, drawing a raspy cry. Their bodies united in a wild dance, his brutal thrusts shaking the cave. Seraphine, her wings quivering, clawed his back, her moans rising with each impact. Their orgasm was a shared cry, their bodies trembling, glued by sweat.
Lying under the rain, she whispered, "If you betray me, I'll kill you."
He chuckled, caressing her scar. "And if you follow me, we'll burn the world."
Two Years Later
The torrential rain lashed the gorges of Cinderfall, turning the ground into a bloody quagmire. Divine lightning streaked the sky, illuminating the mangled bodies littering the battlefield. Valzaroth, the rising Incubus, stood at the heart of the chaos, his leather armor torn, his muscular frame glistening with sweat and blood. His black hair, drenched, clung to his forehead, and his scarlet eyes blazed with fierce determination. Beside him, Seraphine, the fallen angel, wielded her long sword, her battered silver armor dripping, her black wings sodden. Her blonde hair, half-loose from its braid, framed a face marked by a scar, her green eyes burning with rage. Their alliance, forged in a rain-soaked cave, was still fragile, but a new tension—a mix of distrust, respect, and desire—pulsed between them.
They faced an angelic legion, sent to crush the demonic rebels. The angels, their golden armor gleaming, dove in, their divine lances piercing demonic ranks. Valzaroth roared, summoning his signature power: black lightning, crackling like obsidian serpents, burst from his hands. He extended an arm, and a dark energy arc struck an angel, incinerating him instantly, his armor melting, his wings reduced to ash. The enemy's scream was drowned by the thunder.
"Behind you!" Seraphine shouted, pivoting to slash an angel charging Valzaroth. Her sword plunged into his flank, entrails spilling in a steaming cascade. Blood splattered her golden skin, highlighting her athletic curves—her firm breasts beneath her breastplate, her muscular thighs straining with effort. She yanked her blade, decapitating another enemy with a backswing, the head rolling into the mud.
Valzaroth, impressed, chuckled. "You're a fucking tornado," he said, dodging a celestial lance. He retaliated with another black lightning strike, the energy shredding two angels, their torsos exploding in sprays of flesh and feathers. Bones cracked, blood splattered, forming scarlet pools beneath the rain. "Stay close, or you'll get skewered!"
Seraphine growled, her green eyes flashing. "Keep your advice, incubus. I've survived without you for centuries." But she moved closer, their shoulders brushing, their movements synchronized. She parried a lance strike, her sword grating against divine metal, then plunged her blade into the angel's throat, blood gushing over her face. Valzaroth, beside her, summoned a storm of black lightning, the energy crackling around him like a deadly aura. A group of angels collapsed, their bodies charred, their armor melting into smoking puddles.
The battle intensified, the angels tightening their formation. An archangel, taller, his armor adorned with runes, landed before them, his warhammer slamming down with divine force. Valzaroth dove, the ground exploding on impact, sending shards of stone flying. Seraphine charged, her sword aiming for the archangel's flank, but he backhanded her, hurling her against a rock. Her armor cracked, blood trickling from her temple.
"Seraphine!" Valzaroth roared, a new rage in his voice. He channeled his power, his hands crackling with more intense black lightning, the air around him vibrating with heat. He leaped, his fist wrapped in dark energy crashing into the archangel's hammer, shattering it in two. The enemy stumbled, but Valzaroth gave him no respite. A black lightning bolt pierced his torso, the divine body exploding in a rain of blood and light, bones pulverized falling like ash.
He ran to Seraphine, kneeling beside her. "Move, damn it, you're not dead!" he growled, gripping her face. Her golden skin was stained with blood, her green eyes clouded but alive. She coughed, a weak smile on her lips. "Worried about me now?" she rasped. "You're smarter than you look."
He chuckled, helping her up, his hand lingering on her arm. "I need you, traitor. You're too useful to die." But his eyes said something else, a warmth beneath the hard facade. She noticed, her lips curving slightly, but she said nothing, merely tightening her grip on her sword.
The battle over, they sought refuge in a ruined tower, the walls blackened by flames. Rain seeped through cracks, forming puddles on the stone floor. Valzaroth, bare-chested, cleaned blood from his halberd, his muscles flexing with each movement. Seraphine, her armor removed, wore only a torn tunic, revealing her muscular arms, her golden skin marked with bruises and cuts. Her blonde hair, loose, fell over her shoulders, softening the hardness of her face.
She sat beside him, their thighs brushing. "You're not like other demons," she said, breaking the silence. Her voice was low, almost hesitant. "They just want power. You… you've got something else. A flame." She turned, her green eyes meeting his. "Why do you want me in your game?"
Valzaroth set down his weapon, his fingers brushing her wrist. "Because you're like me," he replied, his voice deep, sincere. "Heaven spat you out, just like demons chained me. We're outcasts, but we can be more." He leaned in, his breath warm against her face. "I don't just want your blade, Seraphine. I want your fire."