Moloch was making himself more comfortable behind Michael's desk. He was still angry at him because he always got his way but here was Michael who defied his advances.
And he was the one who had taught him the pleasure of the flesh and opened his mind that it wasn't wrong to love a man. "I am waiting, Michael."
Michael was watching Moloch, he was hating the fact that this man held so much power over him. "The girl that Gadrial's soul is inhabiting will be coming tomorrow for an interview, as you wanted."
Moloch felt his face widening into a big grin. 'This is good news.' He folded his hands together. "This is good news, Michael. This means we can keep an eye on her."
Michael nodded at his words, he wanted Moloch out of his office so that he can plan how to make Gadrial's life a living hell before killing her. "Yes, so when she surges we can kill the mortal body then Gadrial can be stuck in limbo neither living nor dead."
Moloch just nodded at him, he might think that was the agenda but on the contrary, the plan was something quite different. "Sounds good," He stood up and the chair made a screeching sound. "I am going up to my loft, I wish you luck for the interviews."
Michael didn't respond, he was tired and wanted to distract himself. The worst thing was that he had to sit through 40 women coming to this interview.
It will be one heck of a day, by being an angel made him a sex God to the mortal women. Michael got a faint smile he would give each woman 5 seconds before they want to be in his pants. He decided to respond to Moloch. "I think it would be entertaining so by your leave."
He bowed at Moloch. Moloch closed the distance between them. "I always knew you'd make me proud, Michael."
He walked past him and paused. "My offer still stands." He left Michael's office and returned to his loft.
Morning couldn't come fast enough, he entered the elevator that went up to his loft. The doors closed behind him and he leaned against the elevator wall. 'I need a distraction myself.'
The elevator pinged and he stepped inside his loft. The darkness was welcoming, he licked his lips. The plan for getting Gadrial's mortal body to the company worked.
He walked to his bed and sat down. Azazel's plans would have to wait and Michael's blood lust too. He didn't want Gadrial to surge quickly or his whole plan would be ruined.
He wanted the fallen to be in a full-blown riot before unleashing them in the war against heaven's warriors. He wanted Lucian to try and fail because the fallen followed Azazel and not him.
"Have I revealed myself to early?"
Well, Gadrial's surge was still a way to go, he guessed. He crossed his legs, all this fine planning was giving him a headache. 'Maybe I should take a leaf out of Michael's book and just fuck someone to relieve my stress.'
He fell back into the covers of his mattress and stared up at the ceiling. Maybe he should call in his blood oath. 'Raphael, I need you.'
A few minutes and the elevator doors opened to his loft. Moloch sat up from his bed and bit his lip. "Raphael."
Raphael smiled and she stepped through, his room was very dark. "You have called, me."
Moloch stood up from his bed and closed the distance. "I have. I am in need of a distraction."
She looked up at him. "What can I do?"
He was so happy to hear that fall from her lips. He took her hand and drew her in and lifted her face. He leaned closer their lips inches and he whispered, "You are a changer, so change into Michael."
Raphael cocked her head to the right. 'Why Michael?' She did what he had asked for her and changed her form into Michael's.
Moloch let out a gasp at her lips. "Absolutely perfect." She didn't respond and Moloch hungrily kissed her lips.
He parted her lips with his tongue and asked in between. "Are you completely changed?"
"Yes." Even her voice was that of Michael's. Moloch will always be astounded at Raphael's ability. His hands travelled over her back and he pulled her shirt off, he took a step back. "So masculine."
Raphael wasn't sure what he wanted of her. Moloch reached his hand out and traced it over her torso. "Take off your pants."
She unbuttoned her pants and dropped it to the ground, Moloch let out a groan. 'Even his manhood, my God how did she do this?' He leaned in and kissed her jawline, he traces his lips further down to her neck and his right hand moved towards the manhood which stood hard.
Moloch's hand quivered. 'Such a nice distraction.' His lips moved down towards her nipple and he bit down. A hard moan in Michael's voice escaped her lips.
This enticed Moloch, his hand gripped at the manhood and he made an upwards motion. "Tell me how much you want me, Michael."
Now she had to roleplay? What is going on in Moloch's mind? She parted her lips. "I want you, Moloch. I want all of you."
Moloch closed his eyes, he was wanted. He kissed downwards from his nipple and on each ab, he placed a feathery kiss. "Do you want to feel me?"
She threw her head back. "Fuck me like no tomorrow." Moloch paused just above the manhood. He brought his hands down and gripped her ass.
He stood up and lifted her upwards folding her legs around his waist. "Your wish is my command, Michael." He threw her on the bed and slowly took his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants.
Moloch woke the next morning and found his bed empty, he smiled. It was a welcoming distraction, he guessed Raphael had something to do.
He rolled on his right side, he let out a groan. 'Mmm seems I am a bit stiff.' He opened the covers and saw that his body was a bit bruised.
"Welcoming distraction indeed." He heard a knock at his window and rolled his eyes. Who would disturb him so early in the morning?
He climbed out of bed and slipped on his pants that laid on the ground. He pulled the curtain open, there was a crow who was still knocking.
"Fucking dumb bird." He opened the window and the bird flew in and transformed into Bezel.
"Azazel."
Moloch flinched a bit, 'What was he doing here?' He inhaled a breath. "There a reason you are disturbing me?"
Bezel nodded. "Lucian will attempt to waken Gadrial to save her from your clutches."
"Is he now?"
"Yes, my lord."
Moloch smirked, Lucian was going to lose this battle again. "You are doing a good job, Bezel."
Bezel bowed. "Anything for you, Azazel."
"Thank you for your interesting report, I have things to do."
Bezel bowed lower and transformed back into a crow. He turned to the window and flew out. Moloch watched him with a bored expression. 'Couldn't he just have texted?'
Moloch closed the window with the curtains, he loved the darkness more than the light and he turned to the clock. "I think I'll take a shower and go downstairs to see who pitched for this interview."
He went to his bathroom and opened the shower. Steam was filling the room he climbed in and made his wings appear. He had to thoroughly groom them for the meeting with Gadrial. All of his power was in his wings.
So many people cowered before him, he grinned. "I can feel you Creator but your power is all mine now."
He climbed out of the shower and pulled a towel around his waist. The water was still dripping from his hair and here he still had no mirrors.
He went into his room and he quicker an eyebrow. "Michael?"
Michael scoffed. "Late night?"
Moloch smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
He rolled his eyes. "Next time leave Raphael out of it."
Did she speak? 'I'll punish her later.' He walked past Michael and opened his closet. "Is that why you are here?"
Michael walked back to the elevator. "No, I thought I would come and tell you that the game is beginning."
"Noted. If you don't mind I would like to dress."
The elevator doors opened and Michael paused before entering. "You might want to cover your bruises."
He didn't let Moloch answer and entered. Moloch glared at where Michael stood a few seconds ago. "I have played this game longer than you."
He dressed in a black suit with a red buttoned shirt. "Time to go down and play."
He entered the elevator and pressed for the ground floor. The doors opened and he walked out towards the waiting area. He felt a power entering the building, 'She is here.'
He hadn't wait for long, he felt the power coming downwards, he stood up from the waiting area and walked slowly towards the elevator.
The doors opened and a woman walked into him. "I am sorry, sir."
He threw his arms forward to steady her. "Not at all, Miss." He saw the fear in her face when she looked up. 'Good, she should fear me.' He smiled at her and he could tell her chills were running down her body.
He kept his hand on her shoulder. 'Mmm, I can feel Gadrial inside.' He inhaled slowly and tried to perk up his voice.
"Were you here for an interview?"
The woman gave him a polite smile. "Yes, I have."
Moloch kept his smile on his face and saw she was watching him closely. He knew that his smile didn't reach his eyes, after all these years that was one thing he couldn't master.
"I hope your interview went well, Miss." He removed his hand from her shoulder. "I have somewhere to be but I do bid you a good day."
He walked past her and left her standing there. When he entered the elevator he took a glance at her. She stood there with a dumbstruck look on her face.