((RP? Any gender, I'm the Angel))The demon chains my wrists together as he/she leads me into their house. "Come on, little slave~" he/she purrs into my ear. He/She yanks me into a room, and I gasp at what I see. Angel wings, hundreds of them, hanging on the wall. I turn pale, and he/she chuckles. "I'm a priced angel hunter. Remember that, darling. If I tire of you, your wings will be up there." I feel as though I could collapse. He/She pulls me into them and smirks.
No. Not change. Just not to scare him too much as he grew into understanding and grew stronger, more conscious of himself. My iron glove more velvet in care. That is all. And, I told him I won't hold him, I don't want that. I want free, honest, true or not at all! They call angels of wrath, demons - what then Me? No he is intelligent and good. But I only want him if he is sure. Love is always, he and all Slytherin.