Azazel pressed his lips against her neck. His sharp fangs grazed against her skin, causing his precious Manah to moan out. He felt she was thinking about his proposal that moment, as her body flushed hot with need.

He wanted to penetrate her skin with those fangs, and fill her with his demonic venom. Though, there were other things she needed filled with, too, if she were to change into his perfect queen.

"Azazel..." Manah moaned out. She was clutching his chest, pressing herself even closer to him, her hips pressing against certain areas, putting her in danger of the inner monster.

He was getting dangerously close to being unable to hold back his needs and desires, things he waited centuries to explore.

Manah's head was racing with thoughts. An immortal life with the demon king seemed increasingly appealing with each moment that passed.

When she felt the tops of his fangs brush against her neck, she wanted to scream his name. Something was intoxicatingly sexy about him having those fangs and the way he teased her with them. Lucky for her, she resisted the screams, as it would have completely pushed him over the edge.

"My little lamb, you would benefit in more ways," His words were seductive as he trailed kisses up her neck and across the underneath of her chin. "You would gain new, heightened senses and would... become my queen. There may be other changes in you, but it may be subtle."

He growled low, provocatively, as he pressed his lips against hers, trapping her in a kiss he couldn't hold back from.

Azazel traced his hands down the contours of her curves, his hands longing to explore every inch of the body of this innocent lamb.

"I submit," Manah could barely catch her breath, but she did know she wanted to stay with the marvelous demon for more than one eternity - more than what forever could bring. She knew it was crazy, but she loved him. She wanted to badly make the loneliness he had felt for countless years, more time than she could comprehend, disappear.

"I...take...all of you?" Manah asked innocently.

"Oh darling," Azazel purred against her lips. "Yes, all of me."

Manah pulled her lips away and looked deep into his eyes. She was ready, but was he? She couldn't help but start second-guessing herself. What if he made a mistake and he didn't want her after all? Maybe his decision was made in the heat of the moment? After all, he had been alone all of those years. It seemed peculiar to her that he would pick the first woman he approached after a comprehensively long time, to choose to unite, for the rest of eternity.

"No..." Manah said, her breathing labored, traced with her wants. "I can't yet."

For a moment, Azazel simply stared back into her eyes. Just moments prior, she seemed eager to fall into his world.

"No?" He questioned, feeling his heart become ripped in two as he spoke the simple word.

Manah stood up and turned away. As much as she wanted to be trapped underneath his frame, she couldn't possibly agree so soon after meeting him. It would go against her judgment to quickly submit herself to a man who didn't love her. She needed to make sure his feelings were as real as hers were.

"We should wait..." Her voice trailed off. "Wouldn't waiting make it much better?"

Azazel raised one eyebrow. His hand rested under his chin as he spoke. "I suppose you have a point. Be warned - I have waited an eternity already, so if a wait is what you want..."

Manah sighed. "Just remember I don't have the same lifespan as you.

"I would never," he responded.

She shook her head. Hopefully, he would do something crazy such as confessing his undying love to her in just a few moments. Any moment.

Manah turned around, her eyes greeting his again, but all she received was a warm smile.

"...I am going to end up an old woman first," she sighed.

Azazel stood up. His lean, yet muscular frame towered over her. It took everything he had to not cradle her in his arms and carry her upstairs to his chambers, allowing his inner beast to burst forward.

"You will never end up an old woman, Manah," a mischievous smile played on his lips. "I shall ensure that much."

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He placed his hand on top of her head as he gazed at her. She was beautiful. Her face lacked the hardness of his own gaze. Not a single wrinkle presented on her smooth skin. The copper curls soft, bouncy and well-cared for. If she were already this gorgeous...

"You shall someday make a fine Queen," he whispered as his hand trailed along a tuft of hair, his clawed fingers admiring the feel between his fingertips.

Azazel leaned forward with a lock of hair in his palm. He gently kissed the curls he held.

Manah frowned and looked at his hand. She was going to become utterly teased into insanity as she waited for the correct words to escape his lips.

"What exactly have you been doing here this entire time?" She asked, trying to forget the heat in her body.

Azazel released the curls and slowly turned. His caped jacket flickered behind him as he approached a window.

"I do many things," he responded. He pulled back a curtain, revealing the depths of his realm. "I have observed your world, done research, attempted to slay a God, played the piano and managed the very depths of hell."

"That's quite a resume!" Manah tilt her head to the side. He sure did have unique ways to keep himself busy. "Anything else?"

"No, not particularly," Azazel admitted. "Those things fill up quite a bit of time. As you can probably see by the dusty piano, I have recently neglected certain activities."

Manah walked back up to the piano. She wrapped the hem of her skirt around a hand and swept some dust off the exterior of his instrument of choice.

Azazel turned around. For the first time in, well, forever, a pink flush crept across his cheeks. "I hope you know how far up your skirt has gone."

Manah didn't respond. The piano must be taken care of if it were one of his favorite items. She simply carried on with her plan of action.

"Well, then," he cleared his throat loudly. "White underthings suit you."

Manah paused, letting go of her skirt. As she did, she stared right at him. "Enjoyed the view?"

"Very much so."Azazel looked back out the window.

Manah grinned. She innocently hummed and made her way to stand next to him. As she peered out the window, she noticed how...normal everything looked. Just like on Earth. The ground was littered with bright greenery. Trees lined a little dirt path and she could see houses in the distance, past tall, iron gates.

"Where are we?"

"Hell," he simply stated.

If this were Hell, it seemed surprisingly normal. It was nothing like the scenes she imagined from old tales told on Earth. Aside from the lack of cars and air pollution, everything in hell seemed to be rather normal and plain.

"Did you think Hell would be a wasteland?" He asked her curiously.

"Yes," she responded honestly. "Where is the devil driving his spear at slaves? And the lava! Why isn't Hell covered in erupting volcanoes and lava pits?"

"Oh, yes, the lava pits. About those," Azazel laughed. "Sure, there may be lava pits somewhere, but I am more inclined to believe humans have rather absurd ideas."

Manah couldn't say she was upset by the real Hell. She hadn't been looking forward to discovering herself in a realm of tortured souls screaming out for help. Instead, she looked past the gates and witnessed a small, blonde-haired boy playing with what looked like a dog.

"You lied!" Manah gasped. "You are not alone."

Azazel was confused by her statement. Of course he was alone. He had not had the company of a woman the entire time he lived in his palace, nor did he have any real affection.

"Because other demons exist?" He asked.

"Yes!" Manah looked back up at him, scanning his face for additional lies.

"I assure you, kitten, loneliness takes many forms," he let the curtain fall back into its former spot.

"You have friends here," Manah stated as she watched him walk to the spiral staircase.

Azazel took a few steps up the staircase and held out his hand, motioning for her to follow him.

She nodded slightly.

When she approached, he took her hand in his and led her to the top of the staircase. He took long sides down the corridor, pointing out the empty rooms.

"I do not have any friends," he responded to her previous statement. "All who reside here were part of the angelic army who fought beside me in the heavens the day we fell."

Manah looked down at her feet. She had spoken a little soon, but she didn't know the details about the place she stood. Everything was foreign to her.

Azazel continued leading her down the hall. He stopped in front of an oak-brown door towards the end of the hall.

"If you would like, you may have this room," he warmly offered. "Unless, you would rather sleep with me."

Manah immediately turned red. Yes, she would much rather sleep with him, but he was not allowing her to have such with his lack of a certain three word phrase.

"I understand," he grinned. "Remember, I am next door." He pointed one finger at the black double-doors opposite.

He placed a hand around her waist. His fingers pressed into the small of her back as he learned forward. His lips were close to hers, sending a wave of excitement down her spine.

"You won't let me," she breathed heavily.

"I would more than allow you."

The pair stood there, lost in each other, before he kissed her both softly and briefly on the lips. "My offer is open."

Before Manah could process anything, Azazel had disappeared behind the double-doors.