Heavenly Darkness

I'm a woman, darling, I always get what I want

"Lovely, darling," Izzy purred with a wicked grin, elegantly strolling in a calculated circle around Belial. His eyes tracked her every move with a blend of curiosity and amusement. Her whip darted out, wrapping itself around the cup's handle, which she deftly snatched with her impeccably manicured fingers. "But let's be honest, it's just so much better with me, don't you think?"

Mora observed with a sly, amused quirk of her lips. In this room, no creature could rival Belial's power, but if the fallen angel thought himself immune to the charms of a strong-willed woman, he was in for a delightful surprise.

The huntress couldn't help but be entertained as Belial's eyes sparkled with intrigue at Izzy's audacious demeanor. Mischievous grace danced upon her crimson-painted lips, and her voice wove a seductive melody that ensnared both angels and devils, Belial included.

And in that very moment, he succumbed to her allure, her dominance. Tilting his head, a low, throaty chuckle escaped his lips. "Well, now that you mention it, Isabelle, it certainly does look better on you."

Belial closed the distance, taking deliberate steps until he stood near the petite woman, though her heels made her reach his shoulders. He dipped his head, locking eyes with her in an intense gaze, his lips promising sin as he grinned. "If you would have me, I wish to show you how to reach its full potential" taking her hand in his as he placed a small kiss on the back of it.

However, the romantic interlude was abruptly interrupted by Nate's exasperated voice. He crossed his arms, visibly irritated, then glanced at his lover, who leaned casually against the wall, merely observing. "Archangel my ass, does he even realize she's my twin?"

"Yes, love," Mora confirmed, fully aware that Nate wasn't seeking an answer, earning a mischievous grin from him.

"She's not going anywhere with you, archasshole," Nathaniel scoffed, rolling his eyes at the audacity of the suggestion. They had never been separated, and they certainly wouldn't start now.

"Why on earth did you even give him your hand?" Nate turned to Izzy, his expression shouting 'are you daft?' in a dozen languages. "I let you share a womb with me, you ungrateful brat."

Nate shook his head theatrically, releasing an exaggerated sigh, then retreated to Mora, resting his forehead against her neck.

"You're spending way too much time with Magnus, my love... next thing I know, you'll both be starring in a Mexican soap opera together," Mora whispered teasingly, her fingers affectionately threading through his hair.

"As I was about to say before your rather rude interruption," Izzy began pointedly, shooting a glance at her twin, "I do appreciate the offer, darling, but I already have a trainer of my own."

She winked at Mora, a smirk dancing on her lips, and the huntress couldn't help but revel in the jealousy that flickered across Belial's face. That was until Izzy uttered her next words.

"Besides, who better to help me control demons than a demon herself?"

"What?" Morgana couldn't believe her ears, and she felt an overwhelming urge to strangle Belle. Yet, beneath her disbelief, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride for Izzy, even as Belial laughed like a maniac beside her.

"You want to control Mor?" His laughter continued, unbridled. "I hope you don't mind if I join your training sessions."

"I do mind," Nate and Mora retorted in perfect unison, while Izzy looked at the fallen archangel with a devilish grin. "Not at all."

Mora exchanged an amused glance with Nate, and they both knew this situation had just taken a fascinating turn. Belial, usually the one orchestrating situations to his advantage, found himself in an unexpected twist of fate.

As tensions simmered in the room, Nate couldn't resist a playful jab. "Well, sweetcheeks, it was lovely to meet you, but I'm afraid we must be going, would you look at this weather? Awful"

Belial's laughter finally subsided, and he regarded the older twin with a wry smile. "Oh yes, off you go, pretty boy. Wouldn't want to have your hair soaked in the rain."

Making their way out of the debris they were situated, Mora and Nathaniel walked side by side, their hands interlocked.

Meanwhile, Belial moved closer to Izzy, not quite wanting to depart. "You have piqued my interest, Isabelle. I look forward to our training sessions."

Izzy smiled, her confidence unshaken. "Oh, Belial, I have a feeling our sessions will be quite... entertaining."

Winking at the man, she strutted her way out, calling for Mora and her twin before she threw herself on Mora's back, making the huntress release Nate's hand to get a better hold on her legs.

Nate scoffed at this, glaring at her twin, who simply beamed at him, face on top of Mora's as she enjoyed the ride.

Mora may have been Nate's fiancée, but she was her best friend first. She had made that completely clear when they started to hang out.

"You're being too sentimental, twin oh mine, are you on one of those days?" Izzy joked, flicking his ear with her free hand, grinning as she watched him fight back a smile.

"You're the one hugging the shit out of my fiancée, twin oh mine" Nate mocked her back.

"Do you need a hug, love?" Mora suggested with a raised eyebrow, making him nod quickly, opening his arms widely at her, which got a smirk out of the huntress "Sorry, hands are full at the moment"

"By the Angels, you two are so mean with me!"

And they laughed. Well, Mora and Izzy did, Nate pouted the entire way back home.