When she came to she was wrapped in warm arms and silky wings. Hizashi held her on the couch, rocking her gently and speaking in a comforting tone. His head was close to hers, his hair spilling free and covering her in a golden canopy. He smelled innocently sweet, like bubblegum, a scent that reminded her of her childhood.
"Ungh..."
"You're back," he crooned softly. "Good. My poor little one, going through so much all at once. That demon..." He trailed off as his voice began to shake with rage. "No matter. You're safe now."
"I don't think he was trying, uh..." She fought against the fog in her mind. "Uh, to hurt me."
"He was seducing you in my image!" Hizashi pressed a cup into her hands. "Drink, please, love. You need to stay well hydrated on those pills."
"Uh huh." She sipped obediently, trying to think. It was difficult when he had her wrapped up all snug in his arms. This time his hold was gentle but tight, as if he never wanted to let go.
"I'm worried that all this stress is making it hard for you to heal properly," he fretted, brushing her hair back over some of the stitches in her forehead. "You had a concussion, after all. How is your side?"
"Eh." She shrugged, then winced. "That's the worst, I think. My ankle isn't too bad and the rest just itch, mostly."
"A couple more weeks and we can go see if the doctor can take the cast off."
Without warning, a ball of fire erupted to their left and Hizashi tensed, tightening around her protectively as Shota burst forth snarling, his eyes afire and hair floating in the steam his body was emitting in his fury.
"<i>You banished me</i>!"
The angel pointed at him. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't do it again, for longer this time!"
"I was showing her she's not the whore she thinks she is!"
"<i>You were using my image</i>!"
Shota growled, but a whimper from Elly made him pause. He stopped himself, pulling his wings back and resuming a more normal aspect. Hizashi unfurled his in kind but kept a close grip on Elly.
"I had a reason. Mistress. You didn't want to fool around with me looking like him. Why?"
Elly blushed and twiddled her straw between two fingers. "Umm... well, because it wasn't Hizashi." She nodded towards the blond being, who glared at him and held her closer.
"So, you didn't just want his body."
She blinked, startled. "No, I want everything."
Hizashi's grip on her loosened. "What?"
Shota smiled. "She wants <i>relationships</i> with us both. That includes sex, sure, but it's not limited to a base desire. We love her and she - well, she feels strongly about us. I won't speak for her in that regard. I prefer to hear a confession only from her."
"Polyamory is frowned upon by -"
The demon cut him off with a puff of smoke. "Cram the book lesson. Half of your Bible has men married to thousands of women. And who did Noah's kids fuck to create the new populace, huh? Gross." He picked up her glass to drink without asking, muttering darkly to himself. "He lets that contradictory shit stay as his main vessel of knowledge. Hnf."
Hizashi's eyes were round and he was shaking his head. "N - no, but..." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When he opened them again he was much calmer.
Shota was relentless. "<i>Women</i> are generally not allowed to have more than one partner," he stated blandly. "In most religions, women are put down upon. Certainly in the big three. Isn't that right?"
Hizashi's frown grew larger. "No real adherent of true faith thinks -"
"True? Ha! There's a ton of religions out there! And they - mostly -- all have us. Demons, angels, shit to scare you on the 'right path', which was written down in a neat little book someplace... <i>by men</i>." He grinned at her, flashing his sharp canines in the light of the cafe. "Although some of the others are more forgiving."
"I - but I can't condone polygamous relationships."
"Oh? She wants you, angel. <i>All of you.</i>." Hizashi's face blushed a deep, dark red and he started to glow again. Elly coughed and shyly hid her face in his white t-shirt. "Can you at least see that I was trying to help?"
He nodded, sweeping his hair away with a practiced hand to tie back in a ponytail. "Yes. Although done in your backwards way, I can see that." Hizashi slowly pulled back so he could look directly into her eyes. "Elly."
She trembled, afraid. He was so beautiful, and she didn't deserve any of him. "I'm sorry."
He shook his head and smiled kindly at her. "It's okay, little one. We just need to talk."
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