First message
The celestial court had fallen unusually quiet.
Azariel stood at the edge of the marble balcony, looking back at the sleeping goddess with almost a regretful expression, he gets dressed he knew he shouldn’t have came, should have just left her alone but he had resisted for centuries-only to feed his temptation for one night
—
A few months had past
Neither of them ever spoke of that night
He tired to ignore the tension
Tried ignoring her.
until one day he couldn’t
“Do you regret that night?”