Captured and Fallen

Among the clouds and sunlight near the edges of heaven’s territory a dark shadow fell. Gliding effortless, he used the clouds to mask his presence. Dark red skin and large curved horns on his head would give him away in an instant in this environment. Baal was a creature born of Hell and his every instinct urged him to attack with brash and unrestrained force, but that would lead to utter failure. Instead he watched and waited from above.

Three angels soared below with feathered wings and flawless beauty. Adorned with gleaming gold they searched below, not above. Baal waited until the last one drifted a little back from the others. She was the one he’d been watching these last few months and the reason he was here. He was a prince of Hell and Lord of the Lakes of Fire, but there was always more to conquer and those beneath that would take his throne. Who was control of the various regions of Hell changed often, but the war with heaven was eternal. An angelic trophy would be a sign to many that he was not one to be challenged.

The demon prince erupted from the clouds in a focused dive. His dark bat-like wings were drawn back and his muscles were tight. In outstretched arms he held deep black chains with manacles that he’d taken at great cost. Baal aimed for the last of the group, the angel he meant to be his, and they barely looked up before he was upon her. Months of preparation would see fruition in this one violent perfect moment.

Seraphina smiled happily to herself as she flew through the air with her two sisters while scanning the sky below her for any possible signs of danger, though not being very thorough about it if she were to be honest. The three of them had just set out on their journey and were still very close to Heaven, to home, and the likelihood of any sort of an attack that this moment was very small. There was a holy man doing great work on Earth that Heaven feared may come under demonic attack soon, and so she and her sisters had been sent on a mission to go and provide him with protection and spiritual encouragement. Once they grew closer to their destination she would be more on guard, but at the moment she was distracted by her enjoyment of the flight and didn't worry when she began to trail a little behind the others.

She loved flying. No matter how many millennia she lived she would never grow tired of the feeling of it, that incredible rush and thrill of absolute freedom that she got as her powerful wings propelled her through the open sky. Humming softly to herself she spread them out wide now and coasted on an air current, their pure white feathers glistening just as brightly as her golden hair and robes as they billowed around her. Engrossed as she was in her own little moment, she did not spot the demon until it was already too late.

Happening to take a wandering glance up at the sky above her, her green eyes went wide as she spotted his menacing form diving straight towards her with arms outstretched and chains in hand. As fast as he was moving and as close as he already was she didn't even have time to unsheathe the sword fastened at her waist as he collided with her and she released a startled cry.

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They collided and both began tumbling down through the air. Before even trying to regain control, Baal snapped the dark heavy iron shut around her wrists. Spiraling out of control too fast for the other angels to catch them, Baal shouted archaic words charged with energy, and red lightning ripped a hole in the sky leading into a land of darkness and fire. Together they spun straight through the portal and it snapped shut behind them leaving the other two no way of following them.

Baal’s dark wings unfurled and caught the hot thermals of Hell, his city bustling below filled with demons of every description. He scooped his other arm under the angel and held her against him as they glided over the ebony and basalt buildings below. Allowing her to fall or get taken by one of the many predatory denizens down here would be a complete waste. It wasn’t until he landed beyond the wrought iron gates of his place that he let her go, allowing her to stumble to her feet and take in her surroundings.

Baal himself stood at six foot five with a well-muscled frame. Ebony hair flowed down to his shoulders and his eyes were deep liquid black staring into his new acquisition and judging her. He wore fine black breaches trimmed with silver, held by a leather belt with thick silver buckle. He wore no shirt or shoes leaving rich red flesh exposed. Behind him his palace rose against the glow of lakes of magma. Dark towers with barred windows and sinister spikes were silhouetted against the lava. There would be no mistaking where she was now.

Baal gave her a moment to come to the realization before saying, “Even if you get away from me, you wouldn’t survive an hour in those shackles down here without me.”

After she and the demon collided everything seemed to happen so quickly that Seraphina barely had time to register it all.

She'd immediately began to struggle against him and try to separate her body from his so that she could end her out of control free fall from the sky, a horrible and frightening sensation that as an angel and skilled flyer she had never truly encountered before. Before she could barely begin however, she'd felt the chains he carried fastening around her wrists and limiting her movements. The sky around them span violently as they spiraled together, disorienting her so that she could not longer tell which way was up and which way was down. She heard the demon shout something as they continued to fall and a moment later the bright sky around them suddenly turned into darkness.

It was then that the demon unfurled his dark leathery wings and wrapped his arm around her, pressing her against his bare chest and holding her securely to him as he glided through the air. As addled as she was she honestly didn't even try to fight against him as he carried her, her only thoughts in that moment simply being ones of relief that the dreadful falling and spinning sensations had stopped. Her feelings of relief were short lived however as they landed and he set her down on the ground and released her, allowing her to get her bearings.

She looked over at him as she straightened herself, her green eyes warily taking in his striking but menacing appearance. His dark attire and features were quite the contrast to her own. She had fair skin and delicate features, and stood almost an entire foot shorter than him. Draped around her graceful figure were long Grecian like robes of a glimmering gold toned fabric, a white silken chord wrapping beneath her bust and down around her torso and hips fastened the garment to her and revealed the curved and feminine shape beneath the flowing cloth. Long golden blonde waves framed her attractive face and fell down to the middle of her back.

She had to suppress a shiver of foreboding as she noted the way in which he looked at her with his black eyes before her gaze traveled upward to the dark towers of the palace silhouetted against a fiery glow. Her breathing quickened and her heart began to race with dread as she looked up even further into the sky and saw only darkness. No blue sky, no clouds, no light of sun or of Heaven. The glow of fire and lava were the only source of light in this dark place he had taken her to.

She knew exactly where she was.

“Even if you get away from me, you wouldn’t survive an hour in those shackles down here without me.”

She flinched slightly and her gaze shot back down to him at the sound of his voice, her hands instinctively reaching for the hilt of the sword sheathed at her side and fastened around her waist though she did not doubt his words were true.

"What do you want with me, demon? Why have you brought me here?!," she demanded, doing her best to fight down her rising panic.

If his intent was to kill her he could have easily done so when he'd first attacked her and caught her so off guard before. Still, just because he did not seem to want her dead at the moment certainly did not mean that his intentions for her were benevolent.

First, the demon enjoyed her beauty, flawless skin and golden hair that almost seemed like sorcery in the way they enchanted him. Then traces of fear perfectly accented her stunning innocence along with little signs of their violent descent like her slightly disheveled hair. His angel looked every bit the captured maiden waiting to be corrupted. She was every bit what he'd wanted, what any demon would want, but there was more.

What surprised Baal though was her strength. Rather than fall to pieces like he expected out of any creature from above without the force of heaven behind them, she went for her sword. With a city of demons surrounding her including the one that had just taken her captive, she was still more willing to fight than surrender. He smiled and cackled with pure joy before snatching the chain and with one strong arm pulling her arms above her head away from the holy weapon on her belt.

“So courageous in the face of the powers of Hell, yet so unimaginative. Can you really not fathom a reason a demon would desire you? Have you only ever seen your own beauty in innocent ways? Is pride so foreign that you cannot see what capturing you would mean to those beneath me?”
Baal stretched to lift his captive’s arms just a little higher, forcing her onto the tips of her toes.

“Tell me, my angel, what is your name?” The word angel came out like a perversion from his lips. A hundred times he’d imagined capturing her, but never had he truly thought on what having her would be like. Watching from afar and stalking her had never given him her name, or granted him any clue to what she would truly be like. He could not wait to find out.

Seraphina could not help the startled gasp that escaped her as the demon suddenly let out a joyous cackle and snatched her shackles and pulled her arms up and above her head and away from her sword. His reply to her questions, his comments on her thoughts of her own beauty and of pride, did nothing to answer them and only left her more confused. She tensed as he raised her up even higher, struggling to keep her balance as she did her best to grip at the ground beneath her with the tips of her toes.

"So I am to be what?... Your pet? Your trophy?... Something pretty to put on display for your underlings to try and make them envious of you?", she asked, anger rising up within her despite her fear at the ludicrousness of it, "My name is Seraphina, but who are you demon? Who are you that you are so unsure of yourself that you had to capture an angel to help stroke your ego?!"

“Seraphina,” Baal uttered smoothly, tasting her name like wine. He ignored her jab about ego.

“Those all seem like fine places to start, Seraphina. And right you are, you should know the name of your new master. I am Baal. Lord of the Lakes of fire. Prince of Hell and commander of a legion of demons.” His free hand caressed her chin and forced her to look at him as his eyes sharpened and seemed to bore into her. Her skin was soft and tempting, but he would not have risen to where he now reigned if he were unable to control his baser instincts when it suited him. Still, he licked his lips thinking of when that restraint would no longer be necessary.

“Now that we both know who we are, the question becomes what comes next. Do you try to kill me the second I let you down? I certainly might in your position. Or do you accept your new master’s protection instead of being torn to pieces by thousands of demons all around us, not to mention the other terrors Hell hides?” Baal threw his captive to the ground. Taking her weapon would have been smart, but he liked her ferocity and felt no need to dissuade it.

The demon prince turned and walked toward his palace. “Capturing you at all is enough to cement my power to my subjects. If you want to survive however…,” Baal called back to Seraphina without bothering to look. His long powerful tail whipped back and forth. A time would come for more force, but many forget that temptation is an art just as known in Hell. The most important of properly tempting someone is to leave them with no other viable path.

The angry expression on Seraphina's eyes turned to one of shock as her captor gave her his name. So this was Baal. She had indeed heard of the fearsome Prince of Hell from other angels and wondered then if it had been wise of her to say such things to him and risk provoking his anger towards her.

She flinched slightly as he caressed her chin and forced her to look at him, her body suddenly going completely still then as his eyes sharpened and bore into her with their gaze and she found herself transfixed by their stare. The way that he was looking at her now...she had never had someone look at her in such a way before. It was almost like a look of hunger or thirst, but she knew that was not quite right. Was it lust that she was seeing in his gaze now?

She could not suppress this time the shiver of fear that ran through her as she watched him lick his lips as his eyes continued to bore into her.

“Now that we both know who we are, the question becomes what comes next. Do you try to kill me the second I let you down? I certainly might in your position. Or do you accept your new master’s protection instead of being torn to pieces by thousands of demons all around us, not to mention the other terrors Hell hides?”

Seraphina listened to Baal's words with wide eyes before letting out a startled cry as he suddenly threw her to the ground and she landed on the hard soil with a soft thud. She quickly rose to her feet, her hands instinctively going to grasp the hilt of her sword like before but not unsheathing it as she watched him turn from her and begin to walk away from her, surprised that he had not tried to take it from her.

“Capturing you at all is enough to cement my power to my subjects. If you want to survive however…,”

Her breathing began to quicken again in rising panic as she glanced back at the wrought iron gate of the palace, heard the bustling noise of the demon city and its many inhabitants all around her. Her gaze turned to the sky above but once again all she saw was darkness, no sign of any way out or any escape. Her eyes turned to Baal then as he continued to walk away from her, still not bothering to even glance back at her. At least with him she would have some degree of protection and safety, especially if he continued to let her carry her sword with her. Maybe eventually she might even be able to figure out a way to escape this horrible realm and return home.

Without a word, she silently hurried to fall in line behind him as he neared the palace.

It was only moments before he heard her soft footsteps following him. That was good. Inside, beautiful marble statues lined the main hall. If you didn’t look too closely it would be easy to miss themes of slavery and temptation, and appreciate them for the art they were.

All sorts of foul little creatures scurried about his home. Little green imps with beady red eyes were washing blood from the front steps and large stone men with vacant stares stood guard likely the cause of said blood. When they entered however they all turned towards the angel with naked hunger.

“Do stay close. They know not to take what is mine, but its best to remind them.”

Baal led them out of the main hall and through twisting corridors. At the end of one hallway was a door heavier than any they’d past. He had to unlock a heavy padlock and lift a bar before it could be opened. The heavy door creaked open to reveal a room of silk and flickering candles. A large four post bed was outfitted with crimson sheets and bedding. Shelves on one side of the room were coated with frost bearing wisps of cold air into the otherwise pleasantly warm room. Fruit and other snacks lined the icy shelves. A connected room could be seen through a partially open door, black marble and brass fixtures were all that could be seen of the adjacent bath. Baal had gone out of his way to ensure the room was comfortable and hopefully to her liking. The only sign of its true nature were the bars on the window, but those could be hidden by drapes when she preferred it.

“I hope you like the room I arranged for you. The lock outside is as much for your safety as to keep you here. I can’t watch you all the time after all.” Baal wondered as he watched her, if she realized how undemonlike he was behaving. He taken her by force and she was now his by right. Was he over playing the road of temptation or was there more to it. The prince was unsure himself.

Seraphina had eyed the statues lining the hall with curiosity as they'd passed them. While she could appreciate the beauty of the craftsmanship behind them, and even the natural beauty of the stone material itself, it was hard for her to appreciate them fully once she looked more closely and noticed the types of things they were depicting. Only a demon would think it worthy to idolize such atrocities.

She had immediately tensed as she'd noted the way all of the demon's eyes instantly fell on her, her hands tightening around the hilt of her sword in response. She'd heeded Baal's warning and moved closer behind him, eyeing the blood on the floor warily as they'd passed out of the room. As a soldier of the Almighty she didn't necessarily enjoy the sight of blood, but she wasn't frightened by it. She'd only hoped that it was the blood of some demon and not some poor tormented human soul or another angel like herself that the little green imps were cleaning up.

As he'd lead her through the twisting corridors she'd done her best to take note and commit to memory the route that they had taken in case an escape ever was possible and she should need to find her way out again. Then she'd felt apprehension fill her as they approached the heavy door at the end of one of the halls and Baal had begun to unlock the heavy padlock, knowing that this must be the room meant for her and wondering what kind of foul cell or torture room was awaiting her on the other side. She was shocked when he opened the heavy door and her eyes took in the lavish and beautifully adorned room.

“I hope you like the room I arranged for you. The lock outside is as much for your safety as to keep you here. I can’t watch you all the time after all.”

She looked up at him at his words, caution and distrust visible on her face. She would not have thought a demon like him would bother to put so much care and thought behind creating such a comfortable room for a captive. What was his motive she wondered.

Hesitantly she stepped inside the room and began to examine its contents more closely; her fingers brushing delicately over the soft silk of the bedding, the cool frost of the shelves, and then the firm iron of the bars at her window as she moved about the room. He'd implied before that he meant to keep her as a pet of sorts. Perhaps that was all this was. A pretty little gilded birdcage to keep his new pet angel in. "Yes, that must be it," she thought to herself as she looked out the window at the dark and fiery world outside. No creature of Hell could possibly be capable of genuinely caring for the well-being of another. Her hand falling down from the window to rest at her side, she turned to face him.

"It is a beautiful room," she offered by way of gratitude in a quiet tone. Regardless of his motives, she knew her situation could have been much worse. Still, she couldn't quite bring herself to actually thank the one responsible for her capture in the first place.

Baal softly grinned and stepped in the room putting his angel between him and the wall. He wanted her to feel trapped, to understand wholly what was happening to her, both the good and the bad. He didn't really want a slave or a pet or a trophy. The demon prince didn't fully understand what it was, but he wanted something more than those things.

“I’m glad you can appreciate it, Seraphina. I was worried it would take longer,” he told her with some hint of genuine concern. He placed a heavy hand on the wall behind her, his claws digging into the stone. “There are a lot of things you will learn to appreciate down here.” The demon leaned in close enough to smell an airy sweetness in her hair. Her incredible beauty fed a savage hunger inside of him. A hint of red flashed through his eyes before returning to their pure black.

“Night hawks soaring across the magma thermals without a care to the meaning of night or day. The weight of a weapon in your hand on the hunt. The hearty taste of the meat of a creature you killed yourself paired with sweet fruits and the spice of herbs only found down here.”

“And of course, Me.” Baal’s long reached out and just briefly licked the skin of her neck. A brief taste, but so good.

Apprehension filled Seraphina as Baal grinned and began to move towards her, making her regret her words. Though she tried to put on a brave face, subconsciously she stepped backwards in intimidation to try and distance herself from him, not even realizing she had done so until she felt her back pressing against the cool stone of the wall of her cell.

As he talked he moved nearer still, so near that she could see the momentary flash of red in his eyes and feel the warmth radiating off of his skin as he spoke to her of the temptations that a life in Hell could offer her. Her heart quickened in her chest as she listened, and a shiver ran down her spine as his tongue briefly licked the sensitive skin of her neck. Whether the response was out of fear, disgust, or some other new sensation she could not be entirely certain. She shook her head in response to his words, and feeling cornered she suddenly lashed out at him.

"You? How could I ever appreciate you?!" she stated in defiance, "You have stolen my dreams away! There is nothing admirable about this place or you; no sunlight, or blue sky, or mercy, or caring. You are an animal!"

“You’ve described nothing but sweet dreams to me, little angel,” Baal told her snatching up her chain and sweeping her arms above her head. With a solid thunk, he planted his hand and the chain above her head, little flecks of stone floating down with the impact.

“And I’m worse than an animal, Seraphina. I’m a demon.” With that he unleashed an unearthly snarl that shook the room and reached down to grab the front of the silky fabric she wore. His claws easily slipped through the light fabric making it easy to take a good grip before ripping straight down. The robes left did little more than act as a reminder of where she came from since they no longer hid anything. Fear and anger running through her combined with her robes torn open to reveal her luscious body made her the perfect little temptation to indulge in.

Baal held her up higher for a moment, dangling her off her feet. A little down the wall, the demon found a hook anchored to hang his little angel on. Once he’d slipped the link of chain over it, she her feet just barely touched the ground again. He broke her belt to toss it and her weapon across the room and ripped that last bit of fabric away. The demon traced his claws along her smooth delicate skin moving from up hip up her smooth belly to her chest.

“Are you so sure, Seraphina,” he asked his captive with a low growl refusing to explain himself further.

Seraphina gasped as Baal suddenly snatched her chain and brought her arms up above her head again, shutting her eyes against the debris of stone flecks that she felt floating down upon her at the force of his hand colliding with the stone wall above. They shot open again just a moment later however with fright as the sound of his snarl shook the room, her legs shaking and her green orbs widening even more as she saw him grab the front of her robes.

"NO!" she shouted in protest, watching in horror and outrage as he tore the fabric strait down the middle, revealing her body to him. A startled cry escaped her then as he lifted her off of the ground completely, and before she knew it he had used the chain on her wrists to hang her from a hook on the wall and ripped her weapon and what remained of her clothes from her body with his powerful claws, leaving her completely exposed to him.

She froze then as she felt him begin to trace those claws along her smooth and delicate skin. She knew from what she had just witnessed how sharp they were. No doubt if he wanted to he could rip through her soft flesh just as easily as he had her robes, and yet they did not even pierce her skin once as they slowly made their way from her hip all the way up to her bare chest. Another shiver ran down her spine.

"Are you so sure, Seraphina"

Raising her eyes to his she could feel her fair skin begin to flush with embarrassment and anger at being forced to be nude in front of him now and her eyes narrowed at him with a glare despite her growing fear of him and what he intended to do with her.

"Yes, I am sure," she stated with conviction, "I stand by what I said before...everything you have just done has only proven it true."

The laugh started slowly, but soon grew into a deep throaty chuckle that filled the room. He loved her defiance in the face of everything. Baal knew he’d made the perfect choice in her, and eventually she would learn the same if he could do anything about it.

The demon prince knelt down and forced his toy’s legs apart. There would be a time to satisfy himself with her, to fully indulge in his every dark whim, but when it came he wanted her to be lost in lust with him. Gently, he kissed her thigh before taking a long lick of his angel’s sweet slit. He’d barely tasted her yet, but still a satisfied sigh past his lips. The barest wisp of honey had his tongue wanting more and he planned to coax it out of her.

Baal had spent years honing his skills with succubus servants and leading mortal women down the path of temptation. He’d even appeased a queen of Hell, spending several nights convincing her they were better allies than enemies. He began slowly with long slow licks along her sweet slit. His hands held her thighs apart with precise control, claws occasionally applying just a little pressure but never enough to break the skin. He moved on to focus on her clit, tongue flitting quickly back and forth. He wondered how long the vaunted angelic virtue would hold up like this.

Seraphina felt her anger rise further at the sound of the demon's deep chuckle, upset that he should so easily seem to dismiss her reply. She was confused however when he then knelt down in front of her, pulling at her chains and trying to step away from him when he reached for her legs.

"Stop! What are you- ," she began, pushing against his hands with her legs and trying to keep them together as he forced them apart, her strength no match for his own. Her words stopped suddenly as she felt his lips press gently against the creamy skin of her inner thigh, and then there was a quick intake of breath as his tongue found her slit.

"N-no...not there!" she protested, her voice shaking slightly as he began to lick at her slowly with his warm, wet tongue. She tried again to break away from him, but his hands continued to hold her firmly in place. There was no escape from the sweet torture he was inflicting upon her.

She gasped audibly as his tongue moved to her clit, flicking the sensitive pink little bud with his obviously experienced tongue and causing pleasure to fill her. As an angel she had never felt such sensations, sins of the flesh of course being forbidden in the the kingdom of Heaven, and as such she was totally unprepared on how to deal with such an attack as this. She felt as if her own body was betraying her. As he continued she could feel it responding to him against her will, her rose colored nipples darkening and growing hard little nubs while at the same time she could feel moisture gathering between her legs.

"Stop...please...," she pleaded in a now breathy tone as she squeezed her eyes shut and pulled against her chains, trying to fight against the sensations attacking her.

Her protests sounded weak to Baal, and he wanted to see just how weak. Fear. Anger. Now lust was creeping in to join these things the angels always claimed to be above. She wasn’t admitting it yet, but he could hear in her voice the desperation, the need to give in and just lose herself to the pleasure.

His claws became wisps of smoke and disappeared. The demon dug his fingers into her hips for a moment as his long tongue explored her as deeply as he could, so she would understand the claws were gone. Then, licking his lips, the demon stood.

“Are you sure you want me to stop, little angel,” Baal asked whispering in her ear. I slipped his hand between her legs and searched until he could slip a finger inside of her. “Because it feels a great deal like you don’t want me to stop. You have to ask yourself why it feels so good if it’s something you aren’t meant to enjoy.” His finger sliding in and out of her hot little body was already slick with her. Whether his angel wanted to admit it or not, she was enjoying this.

Seraphina almost didn't even notice that Baal's claws had disappeared as he dug his fingers into her hips, so distracted she was by the feel of his long tongue exploring deep inside of her as she found herself having to bite down on her bottom lip to stifle a soft moan.

Her eyes opened as he stopped and she watched him as he rose, her pupils larger and less focused than before. She prayed that he was done, but could tell that she would not be so lucky. Instead he continued to taunt her, both with his words and then with his finger as he began to slide it in and out of her. She gasped and twisted her hips, desperately trying to get away from him as she bit back another soft cry of pleasure. She wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to endure this.

"Damn you," she swore at him through clenched teeth. This was wrong, sinful, the way that he was making her feel. She couldn't allow herself to give it to it.

“No need to damn me, little angel,” he whispered to her, “We’re already there.”

A second finger joined explored her depths and the demon leaned down and gingerly licked her rosy little nipple. Soon, he suckled and caressed it as his fingers picked up more speed exploring her slick opening. His thumb joined in, gently massaging and toying with her hidden little nub. As much as she might fight it, he would bring her bliss that she had not known and that would give his little angel much to think about.

Baal nibbled the little bud of flesh in his mouth before returning his lips to Seraphina’s ears. I watched her body writhe and squirm and smiled softly. There was a beautiful innocence to the way she was reacting to her first brush with carnal pleasure. He could not wait to push her past this brink and so many more.

“This wasn’t your choice so just let go and enjoy it, Seraphina. I can feel you on the edge of release. Stop fighting it. Let go and let the bliss wash over you. Cum for me, my angel.” His fingers didn’t slow, themselves urging her toward release with their rhythmic motions. He left the heat of his lips to linger on her ear, letting her golden hair tumble over him.

“Let go…”

“No need to damn me, little angel,” he whispered to her, “We’re already there.”


"No," she breathed and shook her head. Him, but not her. She refused to accept it. She would resist him, she would escape somehow, she would...

A soft cry escaped her lips and her thoughts were cut off by the feel of him inserting another finger inside of her and stroking her as it stretched and filled her wetness. A sharp gasp followed as his tongue licked at her sensitive nipple and then turned into a whimpering moan as he began to suckle her and his fingers picked up speed. When his thumb began to massage her clit like he had done with his tongue before she felt her hips jerk in response, her back arching slightly as her body writhed and squirmed against him of its own accord.

Her breathing fast now she opened her mouth to protest again, but she could no longer form the words. Her mind was clouding and growing hazy as the pleasure he was causing built up higher and higher within her, forming a sort of pressure that grew with increasing intensity until she felt she might burst. She squeezed her eyes shut again and held on to what reason she had left, trying to fight it.

It was then that she felt Baal's hot breath on her ear and heard his whispered words to her assuring her that this wasn't her choice, that she didn't have to fight it, and tempting her to give in to the pleasure. All the while his fingers relentlessly continued their sweet torment, urging her on as well.

"Let go..."

She couldn't fight it anymore...in truth she didn't want to. She gave in.

Immediately she felt the muscles in her body stiffen and contract as her mind went blank. She released a loud gasp then as the dam of pleasure that had been building up within her suddenly burst free all once like a strong wave, crashing over her with such intensity that it made her toes curl as she released a ragged moan.

"My God.." she breathed softly in shock after, her body shaking and her insides spasming around Baal's fingers as the bliss he had spoken of seeped through her.

His little angel lost in rapture was everything he’d wanted when he’d taken her and it was only the beginning he could tell. The sound he forced out of her was a beautiful song composed just for him. The way her body twisted was a dance performed perfectly and for no one before him. The demon growled in quiet satisfaction.

Baal reached up and unlocked her manacles leaving them dangling on the wall as a reminder of something left behind. The demon lifted his angel up in his arms and carried her over to her bed, laying her on the silky red sheets. He sat down beside her and brushed a few strands of golden hair away from her face. The red glow from outside played across her body, highlighting her curves in a way the sun could never do.

“Seraphina. I’m not here to torture you. I just want to open your eyes to what heaven has hidden away from you. It’s true that you have beauty and other qualities I don’t understand that could never be found among these lakes of fire and pits of darkness. It’s just as true that I possess passion, strength and other things you could not know from aloft your perfect clouds.”

Seraphina had been surprised at Baal's gentle handling of her as he undid her chains and carried her in his arms to the bed. She had feared the worst when he had laid her down upon the covers and reached out for her, but instead he had simply brushed a few wisps of hair back from her face and watched her for a moment before speaking.

She gazed up at the demon as he spoke, her body still lazy and warm from the release he had given her. She believed his words to be sincere, but that did not bring her any comfort. He said he simply wanted to open her eyes, but she was afraid of what would become of her when he did. Already he had shown her many new feelings and sensations that she had never experienced in Heaven, and while some indeed had given her pleasure beyond words, he had also shown her for the first time what it was to feel things such as fear, and anger, and now shame as well.

"Even if it is not your intention, your actions torture me all the same," she said as she crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to conceal herself from his wandering gaze, "But of course as a demon I can not expect you to understand... I suppose I can not blame you for thinking it noble to try and corrupt things that are pure. It is only your nature after all."

“Awfully full of ourselves aren’t we? I forced you to enjoy yourself and asked nothing in return even though I could have easily forced myself on you. I captured you, but ensured you’re safe from harm, even leaving you your weapon. Your ‘prison’ is the second finest room in my palace. How do all these things fit into your view of the demonic?”

Baal had started speaking with the fullest intention of manipulating his captive, but the words had rang dangerously true. Love wasn’t really something he understood and even if he did he couldn’t possibly be feeling it for her, but for some reason the demon simply wasn’t interested in a captive. There had been countless over the years for the demon to snare and pleasure himself with. Seraphina wasn’t just another victim or trophy to him. He wanted her to choose to be down here with him, and the game of convincing her was the best he’d played in years.

“Of course, being on the side of heaven you couldn’t possibly be wrong about anything.” Baal got off the bed and walked to the door. “Honestly, I think you’re radiant the way you are, but there are clothes in the trunk and the wardrobe. I’m sure they won’t be to your liking, but I doubt anything down here could be. Do one thing for me, Seraphina. Don’t accept your conclusions about tonight without really giving them thought. Anger and pride too often cloud the minds of the righteous.”

With that, the demon prince left. He barred and locked the door behind him. Baal wouldn’t be back until the next day. He still had a kingdom to run and pushing things further right away would have brought him no closer to corrupting her as she had so eloquently put it. Time was on his side.

Seraphina bristled at Baal's words. How dare he! He spoke to her as if she was some kind of spoiled and closed minded child for holding such beliefs on the nature of demons and Hell! She sat up on the bed in anger as he rose and walked towards the door, about to protest his accusations, but then his last words to her made her pause.

"Do one thing for me, Seraphina. Don’t accept your conclusions about tonight without really giving them thought. Anger and pride too often cloud the minds of the righteous.”

She knew if she said anything in anger to him in that moment she would only be validating what he'd said of her, so she remained quiet as she watched him leave the room and heard him bar and lock the door behind him. She did have to admit that his treatment of her thus far was not what she would have expected from a demon such as himself. Could there be any truth to what he had said? Was it arrogant of her to presume that nothing even remotely good or admirable could be found in Hell or in him... or was he was simply trying to toy with her and tempt her the same way Satan had tempted Eve with the forbidden fruit in Eden.

Her thoughts and emotions in a whirl, she rose to inspect the clothes he had mentioned. They were indeed very different than the types of clothes she was used to wearing. Her Heavenly attire, aside from it's radiant gold color, had all been relatively simple and demure. Such was not the case with the clothes she found in the in the trunk and wardrobe, many of which were so revealing that the mere idea of putting them on made her cheeks feel warm. She did have to admit though that they all appeared to be excellently made and of the finest materials.

Choosing one of the dresses in the wardrobe she decided to take a quick wash before putting it on, taking her sword into the bathroom with her and setting it nearby just in case. The washroom was indeed just as opulent as it had appeared from the other room, and while she could have probably spent hours soaking in the large tub and anointing her skin with the various tonics and scented oils she was wary of doing so that day and thus made relatively quick work of washing her hair and skin before drying off with one of the plush towels and returning to the bedroom and dressing. The dress she had chosen was made of a fine black satin material that felt heavenly against her smooth freshly cleaned skin and, while the cut was a little more body skimming than her old attire and the dramatic open back was definitely out of her comfort zone, she did not feel too exposed in it.

Feeling restless she paced about the room for what felt like hours, though there was no way for her to know for certain since there was no sun or moon with which the judge the time. Every so often she would stop and gaze out the window for a bit at the city around her and at the glowing lakes of fire. She even sampled a bit of the food from the frost covered shelves at one point. All the while her thoughts racing with all that had happened to her that day and all that Baal had told her. Finally, after a great deal of time, she laid down upon the red silken coverings of the bed and drifted off into a fitful sleep.


(dress front, dress back)

Keeping track of time down below was difficult, so much that it could be disorienting how quickly time passed on Earth or in the Heavens above. Baal couldn’t say how many hours he’d left his captive, but he still knew how much time he wanted to leave her with to think. The demon prince ate his meal and held court listening to all the petty squabbling of his subjects. Most were smart enough to know that bringing him problems would only show their own weakness and make them unworthy of his aid. There were a few devils in the deeps however clever enough to make use of regular attendance at his court. As he expected, many asked about the rumors that he’d brought an angel low, asking from different angles trying to get what might be the one tidbit they needed for whatever machinations they had. Baal always answered the same however.

“I will present her when I have her ready.” He wouldn’t elaborate on that and let their imaginations fill the gaps with whatever they felt a demon prince should be doing with an angel. Beasts were the least fearsome threats in Hell, politics were lethal.

When he finally retired, the prince only slept a few hours in his darkened chamber before rising again. He had a trusted servant lock down a full half of the palace, with insistence on no prying eyes. As conflicted as he felt with Seraphina there would be no room for the barest hint of weakness in public. He doubted the angel could or would be willing to stomach whatever actions were required of him should the occasion arise. It was better to be safe, but Baal knew he would get nowhere keeping her cooped up in that room at all hours.

The demon stopped before leaving his room. In the shadows he caught sight of himself in a mirror. Fearsome, bestial, demonic, and every bit a ruler of hell.
Perhaps he was making it too easy for his angel to hate him. He drew a deep breath and closed his eyes. Claws and wings receded while his skin shifted to a light tan color. He grew just a bit shorter as his horns slipped beneath his wild dark hair and disappeared. When he was done he opened his eyes and looked over his mortal seeming. His eyes were still deep black pits, but there was no changing them. His changed skin color made old battle scars across his body more apparent, so the demon slipped on a black vest to hide the worst of them. Unless going to battle, the prince preferred fewer clothes, normally just wearing the formal black and silver slacks, but the scars would alarm her enough that it was worth the slight discomfort to cover them. This would do.

Lock undone, and bar removed, Baal slipped into his captive’s room as silent as shadow. Seraphina lay asleep in a beautiful formal dress. It had likely been chosen for its relative modesty, but that made the angel no less breathtaking in it. The demon stayed in the doorway for a moment just enjoying how peaceful she looked, knowing that would likely be exchanged for cold hostility the moment she woke, or perhaps fiery adversarialism if he was lucky. Still, better for him to wake her than let her wake to find him there.

“Time to wake up, little angel,” he called to her with strong confident voice that held less the growl of his natural form, but was still very much his.