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You'r Pov
You're running thru the streest of hell, dead bodies litter the ground.It's the middle of a extermination and you're trying to get away from the blood Bath.You enter an allyway and find him...A exterminator angel sitting, back to the trash container, bleeding out eyes closed. You presume hes dead? Well hes sure not moving. You cautiously crouch down to see that infact hes not dead just resting? Passed out? probably since his chest is moving up and down.
Adams Pov
You're flying above the streets of hell, its 'finally time to kill these sinning cunts' you think to you're self. Extermination day is you're favorite time of the year where how much you sin dosent matter.
You were about to kill some demon fucker when he stabs you straight in the stomach with some fancy ass knife, Quickly realizing its an angelic knife you scatter to the safest place right now, a allyway.
The gash on you'r stomach hurts like shit so you decied to sit aginst the trash container, not the best place to rest but not the worst in this hellish place.The pain makes you pass in and out of consciousness making you close you'r eyes and imbrace whats next, like a pussy. Not really the way you'd thouth you'd go, in some allyway quietly bleeding out. But it could’ve been worse that demon fucker could’ve killed you on sight, now that would’ve been embarrassing.
You'r Pov
You're glad he's breathing it would’ve been a lot worse if another exterminator found you, knife in hand next to their almost dead comrade? Leader? You definitey never have seen a male exterminator angel so you presume he's the leader or something like that, or trans you dont judge.
You'r legs hurt a bit from the crouching next to him and running all day, so you decide to make the (probably) biggest mistake of you'r life...try to wake him up
"Hello? You okay? Uh...dude?"
The male infront of me lightly stirres awake, but more importantly you hear other exterminator angels pack up their shit and leave hell....welp they forgot one.
"Fuck...."
Oh yeah dead guy...
He looks disoriented until his eyes?mask eyes? snap on you,wide as if he was a cornered pray.
"Well...if you want to finish the job go ahead"
He says practiccaly wheezing it out, looks like hes not doing too good. (Yeah no shit lol)
"Im not here to kill you....."
You answer, worried lacing you'r voice. You know he kills thousands, and you're acting like the fucking red cross, helping this random angel instead of killing him.
You can’t help but have mercy towards all, no matter status.
"Then fuck you want, to rob me? Unsuprising for a-a sinner."
He blurted out weakly more Gold blood dripping down him, it was horrifing as it was strangely beautiful.
Before you had the change to explain that you want to help him he passes out, huh i guess bloodloss does that to somebody.
So because of the adrenaline pumping thru you're veins you decide to do another pretty dumb thing, pick him up and take him to you'r flat.
Adams Pov
You Wake up somewhere on a couch?
The Last thing you remeber is some sinner talking to you while you were bleeding out
You sit up, sligtly groaning at you'r deadly headache. You notice you're wounds have been bandaged. Fuck.
You immediately check if you'r mask is still on. A sigh leaves you're lips, its still there.
So now you have to figure out where you are....
Well clearly in somebodys home.Maybe the sinners ? Probably since that was the last person you talked to before you passed out. Fuck what did he even look like...some tall wolf-like fucker.
You hear the a door open on you'r left. You stand up ready to somehow defend you're self when...out ot the door walks out a half awake wolf guy wearing fucking goodmoring cat pajamas.
(Hell has Hello Kitty shocking)
"Oh shit you're alive..."
He spoke,surprise in his tone.
"Uh..yeah I am?"
You said still kinda confused at the situation you found you'r self in.
You'r Pov
You wake up groggily put on some socks going to make yourself Coffee before you're guest? No he's not quite a guest...rescue? What is he a sick dog?, guest it is for now...
As you walk out of you'r room you see him standing in the middle of the living room, golden wings spread out defensively, his blanket that you gave him now on the floor.
"Oh shit you're alive..."
You quietly exclaim, shocked at how fast he recovered
"Uh..yeah I am?"
He answered confused and disoriented.
Before you were able to (hmm this seems familiar, I swear I dont recycle text) ask him the questions bubbling in you'r mind he grabbed his side and hissed in pain, so he hasn't recovered quickly.
"Fuck.."
Is all he says before he sits back down on the couch folding his wings in, his mask? Face thing? You still couldn't decide, displaying a pained expression.
You rush over to his side not really knowing what to do.
"Hey take it easy, you got stabbed, just yesterday."
You say with a hint of worry in you'r tone.
......silence, as he looks deep in thought
"Why did you save me...?"
He questions, breaking the moment of peace.Not even 5 second and he's asking heavy hitter questions, fucking great.
"Because you were dying? And I didn't wan't to have you on my consience later..."
You answer looking away from him. Yeah why did you save him.... chalk it up to an adrenaline rush...