Description
Some could say I'm a guardian, some that I'm a demon. Even in the oldest times we were called angels. Those exists but aren't nearly close to what we are, because what we do in this god forsaking company is not exactly for the sake of humanity, and we don't do it for a "good cause", we do it because it's our job. The only thing that could make us equals with the angelic creatures is that neither of us had a choice but to do as our upper classes told us to do. Because we're different from all the others. We were born for a reason, but only one, and that's what keep us going. I call bull shit. He is just trying to do his job as he usually does. Not able to conplain. And he just wants to prevent that exactly. So he can win his personal prize. The destiny for both of this persons got involved, "fate" has reunated them for a reason that couldn't be more perfect for one, and more troublesome for the other. Warnings: - A lot of swear words. - M/M - Confusing plots for a while. (srry not srry) - Smut coming progessively. - Headaches. - A lot of why i'm not updating. (srly srry about that) - ABSOLUTELY FICTIONAL . Art by- NOT MINE, FOUND IT ON Tumblr BY THE NAME OF nova-hd, how ironic right? ;D
Part 1.
