Mikhail took to the skies and laughed as his own personal prison burnt into the night. He awoke in his room in Soledad. He was surprised to find no one there; he would have thought that his father would have guards posted around near by.
"Excellent." He laughed. He hurried to a small trunk at the bottom of his bed. Although he was weak and tired, he was bent on being free from this place. Too long he had been trapped inside the body of the worthless angel, now he was free. He found the vial of white dye, his mother had used when she and his father had first met. He also found the blond hair dye. There were no black haired angels.
"Contacts, contacts." He muttered. He reached for the packet, but felt a tension in his arms.
"I will not let you do this; I would rather die than let you take over this world. Do you think I do not know your plans." Mikhail laughed; it was so sinister that the angel inside him shivered with fear.
"I will do anything to help my lover, even if it means the end of the world as we know it."
"Now, now Mikhail that I do not want." Mikhail turned suddenly, first with caution. Until he saw the demon standing before him. She was a beautiful creature. Lush black and white speckled wings folded against her back, reaching the small of her back.
Black hair rippled down to her hips, and her clothes left little to the imagination. Scraps of violet material covered her breast and her lower regions.
"Has the angel finally left you?" Amethyst asked, trailing a finger down his chest.
Mikhail pulled her closer, capturing her mouth with his. He burned for her, but she was not for him. Even as his hands began to caress the coarse hair beneath the short skirt. She was ready for him, wet and slippery he pushed one finger, then another into her warm entrance.
"Mikhail." She sighed against him, as his lips led a burning trail to the base of her neck. Then to the top of her breast. Light Mikhail roared with anger as the lovers moved to the bed. He could not mate with Amethyst, he loved Abigail. With all the strength he could muster, he forced the dark side of himself to release the demon.
"What the fuck!" Amethyst screeched as Mikhail vanished from the room. She threw a glass bowl towards the wall where Mikhail had been standing.
"Calm down love." Came a soft voice. Amethyst turned to the man lying on the bed. A small smile crept onto her face. He lay there gloriously naked. Muscled and smooth beyond perfection. Dazzling green eyes roved over her body. The powers he had sent the strips of material flying of her body.
"My lord." She flew to his side, placing barely there kisses around his face, she brushed her hair against his chest, before taking a nipple into her mouth. She smiled to herself as he groaned. Nipping the thin line of blond hair, she followed it down to where his rigid staff stood erect and throbbing.
Amethyst ran her tongue along his pulsing cock. Her hands massaged his sac, before she took him into his mouth. The angel groaned even louder, and before he could release himself into her mouth, he pushed her back onto the bed and plunged into her moist canal. Her vaginal muscles contracted around him, as he continued to thrust into her warmth. The two bodies' slick with sweat, flashed from Mikhail's room, down to the fiery depths of hell. Amethyst, teased the golden angels nipple, as he ran his hand up and down her spine.
"Dark Mikhail will realise I am mated, my lord. Once he knows that I cannot be aroused by his touch and the Light Mikhail seems, to not be as weak as you thought." Amethyst giggled as the angel nipped her lip, before ravishing her mouth.
"Do not fret my love. All we need is for Mikhail's blood to fall upon the sacred stone, and all will be well. It does not matter whether he is Dark or Light. I will not let him touch you now."
Amethyst nuzzled his chest, although she could not help but feel a pang of regret. Dark Mikhail was too much a wonderful man be sacrificed. But if that was what her lord wanted then so be it.
...
Dark Mikhail took another look in the mirror. His hair was no longer black, but now resembled Light Mikhail's hair as was his left wing.
"Papa, is that you?" Mikhail turned to the small runt. Peter watched him sleepy eyed, as he quickly hid the dying products.
"Yes, it is me." He was not prepared for the hug the boy gave him, and he almost pushed him away in disgust. Peter looked at him deeply as if assessing his very soul.
"What is it my son?" Mikhail ground out.
