Peeping Toms

“We… really shouldn’t be doing this, guys,” he murmurs.

“No. We really shouldn’t,” another agrees.

“But… but… look at them!” the third breaths, barely containing his excitement.

“I know,” the second is awestruck.

Reiskilon and his friends stand in one of the newly formed forests on this newly formed world called Sanctuary. In front of them, is a lake filled with water pouring down from cliffs that reach up into the sky. But it’s not the pure blue waters or the enchanting scenery around them that has them so intrigued.

It’s several angel-maidens gathered in the water.

The trio of demons don’t move from their convenient hiding place, covered by the thick branches and shadows of the wood. Although there is a wary peace between the angels and demons, the two really haven’t mingled, save for Inarius and Lilith, whom had settled down somewhere west of here. Normally the sight of the holy beings would fill demons with disgust and hate but Reiskilon feels anything but those things as he watching the maidens play in the water.

Their laughter is musical. Water is splashed on one, drenching her…

“Where are their armour?” his friend asks.

“Never mind that! Where are their robes?!” says the other one.

All three demons’ jaws drop when they realise that the angels aren’t clothed. Bodies, shimmering with light and perfect in every way, seem to be completely uncovered by the ornate armour and robes.

Reiskilon sucks in a breath, his pulse jumping. He hadn’t known angels possessed bodies. He hadn’t known there was something underneath it all. But there is.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” he says, unable to tear his eyes away. “If they found out…”

“As long as they don’t put their clothes back on, I’d be okay if they beat me to death,” his friend answers.


More splashing. More laughing. More light glimmering off their skin like diamonds. Even from their distance, they can see the maidens’ tone forms. A few seem to be slightly curvier but they’re not grotesque like some of the mother demons back in the Hells. One maiden steps under the falls, running her hands through her hair. Reiskilon chokes when he recognises her.

Lorelai

She turns, as if he had spoken her name out loud, and he gets a full frontal, if distant, view of her chest.

He draws in a deep breath. Desire flares up. He sneaks a look at his friends. One is admiring the behind of a maiden, the other’s mouth hangs open as he watches one lounge. He’s about ready to explode.

Reiskilon grabs the shoulders of his companions and together the trio stumbles away from the hidden lake and out into the forest proper. Panting, the demons look at each other, still marvelling in the scene they had just played witness to. They can’t talk about it, not here.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” he says half-heartedly scolding. He feels guilty for spying but, oh, he doesn’t regret it.

“But it was worth it,” his friends chorus.

“Yes. Yes, it was,” he agrees.