THe kiss was something she wanted to initiate again and again. Camael had relentlessly watched over people in love - acting like some sort of angelic cupid to the humans whose love always seemed to falter despite her invisible guidance. Of course she knew what kissing meant, what the warmth in her body meant. She'd seen it a hundred - no, a million times before.

It was when the kiss broke and Camael saw Abaddon's eyes again, that it all came down on her like an ice cold bucket of water. What was she doing? She knew where things like this ended. What was she doing?

She broke away from their contact, eyes wide and mouth agape. The distance between them went from nonexistent to gigantic. "I'm sorry," was all she said before her wings sprouted and she did something she was never known to do. She ran.