They cleaned up and tugged their underwear on. Basking in the afterglow, Adri slid his arms loosely around Sky's hip. Normally, he liked to slip out after a short nap but it was hard to do when they were in<i>his</i>bedroom this time.<br/><br/>He shut his eyes, tugging Sky, reveling in the feel of having defiled sweet, innocent Sky. Mmm, another successful task completed.<br/><br/>All of a sudden, pain ripped through his stomach, burning red hot. Adriel's eyes popped open and he jerked away with a gasp.<br/><br/>Sky, sweet innocent Sky had a knife in his hands and he had buried it in Adriel's stomach. The brunet gasped soundlessly, shock rippling through his body. "S-Sky-- what--"<br/><br/>The other man gave him a dark smile. "I'm not Sky. I'm his older brother, Tristan. You think we haven't known about you daemons and your corruptions? Or those pathetic, useless angels? All you immortals are the same, one side trying to 'save' Sky, the other trying to damn him. Like he's some pawn in your hellish game. I figured it out years ago and, let me tell you, fucking and killing you angels and daemons is the best part of my job."<br/><br/>He twisted the knife, making Adri gasp, blood pooling out beneath him. He got up and pulled another knife from beneath Adri's bed; when had he planted it there? The party?<br/><br/>"That weak little angel is next," Sky--no, Tristan said, leaving Adri to bleed out.