Sebastian licked his lips when he saw the first crystal droplet slip from Eliana’s eye.  To demons, angel tears were sweeter than ambrosia -- almost like a drug in their ability to create fleeting feelings of euphoria.  When several more tears joined the first, Sebastian could no longer hold himself back.  Bending forward, he dragged his tongue across the angel’s face, scraping up each sweet drop.  A soft shudder ran through his body as he savored the flavor of salt and heavenly sorrow.<br/><br/>“Your optimism is charming,” Sebastian confessed.  Absently, he ran his hand through her long blonde hair, admiring the way that its curls tangled around his dark claws.  “But I’m afraid things aren’t going to get better.  Not for you.”<br/><br/>With very little effort, Sebastian resumed his human shape.  He didn’t want to accidentally cut Eliana with his claws -- not yet, at least.  Did the angel realize how much her trembling body aroused him?  Probably not.  She probably didn’t even understand the concept of arousal.  God always put such a high value on all that purity crap.  Caressing the breast that he’d grazed with his claws, Sebastian wondered if he could awake a spark of hunger in her innocent soul.<br/><br/>“I have to say, it seems very unfair to me.  After all the sacrifices you’ve made to serve His cause, all the<span style="font-style: italic">pleasures</span>you’ve denied yourself because He told you they were sins...and this is how He rewards you?”