Demon Turned Lover [BxB]

My angel

It was an onerous task to record how much time had passed. Trees aligning the walkway birthing tonic fruits forfeited not a leaf, nor did they orange with fall. Sheep were robust, and lamb were steadily reared in the farms closeby. Flowers of the academy gardens never hid underneath soil, smiling at a sky that perennially was blue. Dust was never even sprinkled on the library books. Light of the Lord he had grown to quietly love, never dimmed.

Alas, when the raven-haired sauntered to the foldable white chairs arranged in lines, dressed in a navy gown and gold stole, Mammon cognised how far he had strode. He picked up the gift box on the squarish seat, silver writing immediately appearing on it, and put it on his lap.

The hours he had dried out training his powers with Helena, the hours he had used to study old textbooks, how bewildered he was when his first exam came around, every action piloted him to this very ceremony. Anxiety bulged in his throat; the restlessness in the air was infectious. He looked to the row of parents before the elemental fountains, smiling once he discerned his mother and sister.

"This place is so cool!" Isabel to his left exclaimed, shaking the pink box near her ears lightly.

He chuckled-the raven-haired had met her on his first day of academy.

"Why the hell do I have to wear this?" Mammon tugged and loosened the navy tie, the gilded chain of the crest swinging. He must have tied it wrong-he knew he should have asked his mother.

"Not even a second in, and you're complaining."

He thrust his hands in his pocket after straightening his untucked shirt. "'Cause I ain't used to this rich shi- stuff. Is it too late to back down?"

Students were sneaking looks from the classroom doors, and tarrying a tad too long at their lockers. Ezekiel smiled, waving coyly whilst the raven-haired rolled his eyes. The schoolgirls giggled, hiding their faces as they pranced off. It wasn't everyday that the revered-attractive-leader of the Bellatores stepped toe in his father's academy. Mammon snapped his fingers together. "Knock it off!"

"It isn't my fault they think I'm handsome." The albino smirked, and he grimaced in response. "Anyway, I stuck my neck out to get you this spot, and near the middle of the school year? I expect exceptional behaviour from you."

"Yeah, yeah you bug-eyed freak, go away." The raven-haired walked around the large fountain, coloured light from stained glass allotted to both. Tall lockers to the wooden walls curved, then it broke into carpeted steps. So, this was what a school looked like?

"Coming through!" He heard a high-pitched voice warn cheerfully as a door opened, before a tray rammed his ribs. Cupcakes splatted their pink frosting on his new blazer, and he groaned. She caught the rest with the rectangular tray. "I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there!"

Mammon stared at her, brows assembling to one. The girl was rather tall, with downturned slate blue eyes and two messy pink buns. Large strawberry earrings dangled from her ears.

He had to be nice.

"It's...fine."

"Your uniform's a mess..." She grasped his wrist, setting the tray atop the lockers. "Let's go fix it up! I'm Isabel by the way!"

"You think everything is cool, but I'll agree with you on this one."

A treen stage foregathered electrified eyes, navy starred curtains screening what was to occur. Twined white and gold flowers bedecked the front. The usual bright sky was muted, as if God had scattered his light to hanging ones overhead, stars waving off of them.