Thread: Burning Passions [ Luciel x Ironic ]

The soft lounge music played in a hushed tone and along with it came the seemingly distant chatters of the people. It was a Friday night, after all. Lots of those who belonged in the working force capped off the busy week with a few friends, good food, and sparkling drinks. Damian looked around and observed that he was the youngest 'person' in the hall and he was pretty sure the elder couple on his opposite side were talking trash about how the youth was wasting their parents' money by having dates in an expensive restaurant such as this. It didn't take long before the candle on their table flickered uncontrollably right before burning out, causing a slight panic between the two. Damian was gazing out the window in happened and smirked as the waiters and waitresses rushed to their aid. The commotion died down almost as quickly as it happened. Damian's phone buzzed on the table and saw Navaeh's message. Of course she'd look ridiculous as ever. Perhaps even more so tonight. Ridiculous. A ridiculous face that launched a fucking demon's heart. Ridiculous. Ridiculously gorgeous. See, now this is why the fallen angels became fallen. It's because of women and their highly unnecessary charms. Checking on his watch, he saw that it was already 750 PM. 10 more minutes to secure his heart in place before it leaps out of this fragile human's body. 10 more minutes before he'd see that ridiculous beauty again. 10 more minutes, the last 10 minutes, perhaps, of being just her best friend. How will this night end, though? Will she accept him? A huge part of him knows she will, because what reasons did she have to turn him down? Well, probably a lot, but he shook those thoughts away. The smaller part of him knows he could easily control her to get what he wants. Hell, if he'll have it his way, he would take her to his place and her clothes would be long gone even before they reach the front door. He had never seen her body. Not even a peek. Damian didn't feel the need to, and it takes away the fun. Tonight, he wondered, will she give in willingly? Allowing himself to get lost in those petty thoughts made him forget about those last 10 minutes. The next thing he knew, it was already past 800pm and no gorgeous lady stepped inside to tease him about this stupid date. At first, Damian paid no attention to it. Navaeh's always late, a trait which he had gotten so painfully used to. He would expect her to be there at 830 PM, or perhaps even 900 PM, so he proceeded to order a glass of wine first. The glass of wine eventually became one bottle, and one bottle led to two. People were already started stealing glances to look his way and at one point, he heard another group wondering if he got stood up. No, he didn't get stood up. She was just ridiculously late, as in 2 hours late. He had called her a dozen times but after the last call a few minutes again, her line can no longer be reached. For the first time in his entire human existence, Damian, or Samael, his real name, used his powers to track down her whereabouts. And she was far, far away. You could have told me. I would have followed you, damn it! The following morning, it was all over the news. 5-star Michelin restaurant The Palace burns down due to gas leak. As Navaeh's father slept peacefully that night, Samael, in his true form , visited him in his dreams. He didn't linger long, didn't even take the time to visit Navaeh in hers. All he did was point his sword at him and in full rage, he said, You have given me so much disrespect tonight. All I wanted to give your daughter was the best protection she could ever have. Me. I am no longer going to protect you and her. You have failed her just as you have failed your wife. I will wait for your soul in hell. . . . If it was the effects of Samael's wrath or just plain, pure karma, Richard wouldn't know. He swore to be the perfect father for Navaeh, to keep giving her a normal life while hiding in a secluded farm in Paris, but those nearly 10 years weren't good to him. His illegal trades and gamblings fell, lots of his contracts became null and void, the FBI were slowly but surely shutting down every drug and prostitution den he had all over the world, and even his legal businesses and groups of companies were going haywire. In the span of nearly a decade, he had lost more than he had earned and to make matters worse, the death threats did not stop. Richard feared a lot for his only daughter's safety.