Daeva's Misfortune

I am a demon. Well.. I’m one of them. I’m also part angel on my fathers side. Thanksgiving is always a fistful of fun. Most of humanity thinks of us as good and evil, but we’re more just… species. Species build, born or made to keep the peace and balance of the universe. *** *Drevlands POV* Those lips are perfect. Her voice is like low sultry music. Not your typical feminine sweet, but deeper and sexier and more beautiful than the bells of heaven themselves even if there was insolence in her words. I grabbed her by the hips and threw her up in the air to fly double the height of her own tower. I’m looking forward to this. *** Deave's POV Out of everyone in the cosmos. Why him? The fates are cruel, cruel creatures. No, I didn't know him but he was literally glowing, seeping angel. While I was having my own internal crisis the bar was at a whisper and Acheros was looking between Drevland and I, smiling as they made their way to us. Drevland had a satisfied smirk on his face. *** God and Lucifer retired, leaving the seven of us to keep the world from burning. We are both demon and angel, the strongest beings in existence. That doesn't make us untouchable. What will we do when the balance that we work so hard to protect might mean losing what we love?