Eventually they parted ways, all good things coming to an end. Every second they spent together raised the risk of being discovered; which neither of them wanted. As he said goodbye, Samuel saw the flash of pain in Flynn’s eyes, something he never expected to witness. And it started him thinking. Why did the demon have to possess such a hold over him? He never really considered himself to be pure of soul, not when his brothers were making miracles and he was out fighting off the darkness. Even amongst the angels, he walked a different path. Just one more reason he kept finding his way back to Vegas, no doubt.
And always into Flynn’s arms.
He knew the likes of similar demons, the way they fed off of human souls via waves of lust. He wasn’t blind to the truth, Flynn still did that sort of
