Written for spnkinkbingo square: fear kink
Summary: Ramiel didn’t get many visitors. Certainly none that were his friends.
A/N: How perfect would these two be together? Fishing and raising bees, keeping their propensity for violence in check - except with each other. (First Cain/Ramiel fic on AO3 - how did that happen?)
The demon dropped his fishing basket and pole at the base of the stairs. His eyes narrowed as he scanned left and right across the empty yard. The facade of his farmhouse was dark and the wardings looked undisturbed from when he left that afternoon.
But the smell? There was no hiding that smell. Ramiel’s eyes glowed yellow, matching the stink of sulfur that hung in the air.
He didn’t get many visitors. Certainly none that were his friends.
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