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“But…”

Michael’s words became blurred.

His gaze turned to the distance, and anxiety flashed through his normally stern blue eyes. Gabrielle followed his gaze, and her expression changed to one of thought.

The chaos that Hyunsung so skillfully suppressed was a double-edged sword. He captivated the entire council not just with his words, but with his very presence, with his *presence*.

And Michael realized that it was dangerous.

Hyunseong’s request for pure love, his actions that seemed to play with their desires, lit a fire in the hearts of the angels, and that flame could easily get out of control.

“He’s so fascinating.” Michael finally admitted in a low, deep voice.

“They long for him, Gabriel. Not as a savior, not as a leader… but as something… *more* than that.”

Gabrielle’s eyes softened, and a maternal warmth spread across her face. She reached out and followed the lingering scent of his scent in the air, as if she could still feel the warmth of his presence.

“He doesn’t understand his own power.” She whispered, her emerald eyes sparkling.

“Like a child playing with fireworks, he wields that power unconsciously. And that innocence… is addictive.”

As she moved her body slightly, the hem of her white dress flowed along her curvaceous body, revealing her ample breasts.

Even to Michael, who had been beholding her divine form for thousands of years, the sight was breathtakingly beautiful.

He knew she felt it too, a subtle shift in the air, an unspoken recognition passing between them.

“He needs guidance.”

Michael spoke with a firm voice, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the way light flowed along the curves of her body.

“He needs protection. I can’t just leave him to the whims of these… *crazy* idiots. ”

A slow smile spread across Gabrielle’s lips, and a meaningful light appeared in her eyes. She moved closer to Michael and whispered in a voice as soft as silk.

“Who better than us to guide and protect him, Michael?”

Her breath warmed his ear and sent shivers down his spine.

He felt a familiar pull, a desire welling up inside him that he had not felt for centuries.

He met her eyes, and the intensity of her emerald eyes was reflected in his own.

“That’s right.”

“He’ll be safe with us, Gabriel. Safe… and *loved*.”

The air trembled with unspoken desire, with the promise of something more than a sacred duty.

The conference room faded into the background, and the murmur of angels seemed like a distant hum.

What was important was the shared understanding between them, the realization that they would protect and guide Hyunseong, and maybe… *own* it. For themselves.

Unaware of the tension he had left behind, Hyunsung walked through the clear halls of the celestial realm. He was still reeling from the sheer scale and splendor of it all. Everywhere he looked, gleaming white marble and gold, the walls were adorned with intricate carvings depicting the triumph of angels, and the air hummed with a low, almost musical resonance. It was a sensory overload, a stark contrast to the dark, enchanting, yet strangely comforting atmosphere of the demonic realm.

He absentmindedly touched the wall, the cool, smooth feel of the polished stone pleasant against his skin. He had been undressed almost constantly among the demons, so the feeling of clothing on his body, the feel of soft fabric, was still unfamiliar to him. He remembered Lilith’s irritated sigh as she tried to robe him for the tenth time, and smiled softly. He much preferred the feel of her soft skin against his, the weight of her body as she drew him close, the sound of her lips whispering promises of pleasure and devotion in his ear.

“Are you lost, Savior?”

A velvety voice broke his reverie. He saw Angela standing a few feet away with her arms folded, her usually stern expression softened by a hint of amusement.

“I was just… admiring the architecture.” Hyunseong answered with a slight blush.

He still felt a little awkward around angels, their intense devotion and respect standing in stark contrast to the playful, almost teasing affection he received from the demons.

Angela approached him, her steps moving silently across the marble floor. She stopped at a respectful distance and stared into his face.

“It’s different from the devil’s realm, right?”

Hyunseong nodded, sighing as if he was soaked in nostalgia.

“Very different. Darker, more… visceral. But… oddly comforting.”

He missed the weight of Lilith’s tail wrapped around his leg, the playful nibbling of Sepia’s fangs on his neck, and the soft purring sound of Leah rubbing her body against him.

He missed the feeling of being ‘wanted’, of being the center of their universe, even if for their own often selfish reasons.

Angela’s eyes narrowed slightly and something like jealousy passed across her face.

“Did the demons… treat the Savior?”

Hyunseong shrugged his shoulders with a playful smile.

“Let’s just say that I wasn’t lacking in interest.”

Angela’s lips were pressed thinly into a straight line.

“They are fallen beings. They are driven by base desires. They cannot understand true devotion, true love.”

“Maybe so.” Hyunseong answered as if he found it amusing.

“But they definitely knew how to show affection.”

He winked, enjoying the delicate pink flush on Angela’s cheeks. He was beginning to understand the subtle reactions of angels, the way their composure crumbled under the weight of suppressed emotions.

It was a different kind of game than the ones he played with the demons, but it was a game nonetheless.

“Maybe… I could teach you a thing or two about showing affection, Angela.”

He lowered his voice to a whisper.

Angela’s breath caught and her eyes widened slightly. She took a step back, losing her composure for a moment.

“What… I don’t know what it means.”

Hyunseong smiled and approached her, closing the distance between them. He reached out and brushed his hand against her soft cheek skin.

“You really don’t know, Angela?”

He whispered, his gaze fixed on her.

“I think I know.”

Angela’s breath caught in her throat and her body froze. The feather-light touch sent shivers down her body, and the unfamiliar and unexpected sensation left her speechless for a moment.

She has witnessed the demons’ affection for Hyunseong, their blatant possessiveness and desire.

They ridiculed their crude expressions of love, believing that their depraved hearts were incapable of true devotion.

But now, this human, this *savior*, was touching her with a softness that sent shivers down her spine, and was lighting a fire within her that she didn’t even know existed.

She wanted to step back, chide him for his rudeness, remind him of her status and his *sacredness*, but her body wouldn’t listen.

She remained rooted to the spot, her gaze fixed on his, captivated by the warmth in his eyes and the soft curve of his lips.

Hyunseong came closer to her and his warm breath brushed her cheek.

“Angels are so… oppressed.”

He whispered in a low, resonant voice that vibrated against her skin.

“That’s… lovely.”

He ran his fingers down her cheek, his hand lingering on the curve of her jaw.

Angela closed her eyes, her body shaking slightly.

But the truth is, she wanted *more*.

“I…” She began to speak in a voice barely above a whisper. But before she could finish, a sharp, unpleasant voice cut through the air.

“Angela.”

Hyunsung and Angela simultaneously looked at Michael standing at the end of the hallway. His expression was fierce, and his blue eyes were burning with barely restrained anger.

She strode toward them, her movements quick and decisive, the air cracking with her unbridled force.

She stopped a little way from Hyunseong and glared at him.

“What is not yours,”

She growled in a low, threatening voice.

“Don’t touch it.”

Hyunseong met Michael’s gaze, and a rebellious spark flickered in his eyes.

He no longer feared the Archangel. He had fought demons, controlled angels, and navigated the treacherous political terrain of both worlds.

He was no longer a naive human being who had just entered this world. He was now a player, and he knew how to play the game.

“So, Michael,”

Hyunseong whispered softly in a voice full of joy.

“What exactly is *mine*?”

He tilted his head and looked from Michael to Angela, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

He saw Angela’s breath catch and the subtle blush creeping up the back of her neck.

He saw Michael’s jaw clench and his arm muscles tense. He was the spark that lit the fire between them, and he was enjoying every moment.

“Okay, okay, Michael.” Gabriel’s honey-smooth voice broke the tension.

She stepped forward, her emerald eyes sparkling.

“Don’t ruin the fun. Our little savior is just exploring his options.”

She moved closer to Hyunseong and breathed warmly into his ear.

“Right, baby?”

Hyunseong chuckled, feeling his body tremble with excitement.

He was caught between two powerful angels, their desire for him was palpable, their rivalry simmering beneath the surface.

He was the prize, the object of their affection, and finally began to understand the true extent of his own power.

He moved his gaze from Michael to Gabriel, a mischievous smile on his lips.

“If I haven’t decided yet what to do,” He whispered playfully. “What are you going to do?”

The two archangels looked at each other in silent understanding. This human, this *savior*, was more than they had expected.

He was a being of immense power, a catalyst for chaos, and they were all falling under his magic.