Angel - Closed for CGRAVEN and Myself

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~^~ Please note that this is a closed story for CGRAVEN and Myself... This story was started once under another name, but I wished to restart, for my ideas in the last story were just not working for me. CG has graciously agreed to start the story over with me.. I hope you all enjoy the story of an Angel and her fall into Satan's hands, into the depths of hell ~^~​

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~ she fell to her knees, head down, tears falling. Her sobs were silent, but none the less heart felt. She could not stop the quaking of her body, the quivering of her wings, the utter shivering of her very soul.

The Arch Angel stood over her. He had no emotion. His eyes were as cold as the artic night, dark, unforgiving. Altho she could not see His eyes. Her back was to Him, arms extended, held by 2 others. Even that did not quiet her trembling. Each pristine white wing was taken in hand, and with a sickening *rrrrrriiippppp* first one, then the other, was torn from the flesh of her back.
Her agonized scream of pain perhaps awakened Satan Himself.

She fell to the ground then, unable to lift her head, unable to still the violent shaking that now claimed her body.

She never understood what she had done wrong, what she had done to warrent such a punishment. Was it because she had failed, in saving a soul from the depths of the Dark One? But she had snatched that soul back. She had reached out and touched that soul, had spoken to the lost, had led him from the depths, much to Satan's displeasure.
Yes.. she had indeed lost a soul, but she had taken that soul back.

She had fallen in love with that soul.

That was her downfall. In wrapping herself around that soul, in her need to save it from the agonizing depths of hell.. she had fallen in love with the mortal man whom the soul belonged. And he, with her. Yes, the Angel had gone one step too far...

And now she was to pay the ultimate price. She lay at the feet of the Arch Angel, her wings gone, her back torn, her heart broken. Her love had been ripped from her as well. Perhaps sent back to the depths of Hell that she had snatched him from. Perhaps not. All that the Angel knew, was that he was gone.

And now, she was cast down, down to the world of man, of mortals. Where she had dared to tread to save one, she was now condemned to.

She carried no name... Her soul torn.. shamed... she was lost within the darkest of sadness and emotions... She had no where to turn.. no one to trust..

This Angel... was totally alone...
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Angel: http://photobucket.com/albums/a360/AmbrosiaCaress/?action=view&current=Blonde.jpg

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ The sun came up, not that one could see it. The day dawned, miserable and cold. The rain spitting in the air, with promises of more to come. Above, the clouds hung thick and heavy...

Below, in the realms of man, the Angel lifted her head. A soft shake send her golden waves tumbling. She was wet, soaking wet, from lying out in the rain for the better part of the night. She was chilled, shivering. She was naked, except for blanket, she unsure where that came from. Perhaps a kind soul, if there were such anymore. And, she was alone...

She lifted to her feet, wrapping the blanket around her. Where was she? It appeared to be a park, a rather large park, in the midst of a great city, for she could see the tops of buildings, towering into the clouds, as if wanting to touch the Heavens themselves..

Central Park...

The fact that she knew the name of where she was did not help the Angel. She was condemned to exist here, she had to find a way to do it.

It was barely dawn, even the Angel knew she had to find someplace safe, and being in this park, naked, with just a blanket, was not.. safe..

She walked, her back was in pain, yet fully healed, scars marking where her magnificent wings once graced her. She raised her eyes upwards, but was only met with wind, and rain. So she lowered her head and trudged on...

and on

and on..

Coming upon the steps of a great building, the Angel paused and looked up. She was gazing at an image.. an image of herself. The great statue of an Angel stood before her, arms open as if welcoming. She had found herself on the steps of a church.. what better place for her to try and gather her thoughts, than a house devoted to the heavens.. her home... ~

 

[cgraven]

The mournful cry of the lost, despair echoing in that sweet voice. Satan stirs he raises his head, he lounges almost obscenely on his throne, the screams of the damned music to his ears; their endless torment his joy, his dark soul relishing the power he wields. That day at the dawning of creation again comes to his mind, the battle, he can see, smell, and taste it. The celestial host of arch Angles arrayed against him, his warriors falling back, being cast down into the dark abyss. That firry sword, the blow and as he falls his scream of defiance.

I rather rule in Hell than serve in Heave!

Satan leisurely stretched his darkly beautiful form, once called the “Angel of Light” the fairest in the celestial host, his dark beauty now could make a human soul weep with its beauty.

Lucifer Angel of Light raised his hand for silence for their was something in that mournful cry that was not of Hell and the withering, thrashing, tormented, souls of the dammed stilled and a deafening eerie silence descended on his realm of the lost and the dampened. That voice so full of despair and lost was not human, it belonged to no Child of Eave. Their was something reminiscent, some thing familiar about that sweet angelic voice.

The angel so young so fair, the man whose soul he had snatched in that child of Eve’s moment of despair. She had snatched that soul back. She had reached out and touched that soul, had spoken to the lost, had led him from the depths, much to Satan's displeasure.

Yes.. she had indeed lost a soul, but she had taken that soul back.

She had fallen in love with that soul and now she was vulnerable, cast down from heaven to live among the Children of Eve stripped of all that had made her an angel, all but her pure and naively innocent spirit and her pride, that pride that had led her to her fall.

It had been a millennium or more since Satan himself had walked among men. Their had been no need for humankind had become arrogant, self indulgent, and no longer believed in The Dark One’s existence. Such fools for if you do not know or recognize your enemy then your are lost.

It took Satan no time art all to locate the fallen angel her sweet innocence so out of place in the world of man. He cloaked himself in one of his favorites guises, that of a kindly old man, one that you could send the lonely down trodden to for her.

He watched the chasten angle as she entered the Church of the Good Shepard and knew that that innocent twit of a pastor would send the girl to him, to John Lumier Good Samaritan who would provider her with a place to stay and work.

Oh, Yes He had work for this chastised angel work her young human body would be perfect for.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ The interior was dim, lit with the flickering light of candles and that was all. She had expected it to be bright, with the holy light she was so used to. She had not expected the this. But then again, maybe this was good. She needed time.. time to think.. and she hoped the church was as deserted as it looked...

Not quite...

The older man came out from behind the alter, he turning his wise eyes to her, offering her a smile.

The Angel could not smile back, but was grateful.. or was she?... that she was not alone.

The man approached, and she realized that he was obviously the pastor of somesort for this little church. He had an old, weathered look on his face. As if he had seen great evil in his time.. and maybe even defeated it.. or at least he thought he had.

"my child.. I am Pastor Paul.. " To him the girl looked as lost as any he had ever seen, wrapped in no more than a blanket..

The Angel had no idea how to answer him.. she no longer had a name.. that had been ripped from her along with her wings.. she had no memory of her name.. finally.. after a few quiet moments.. she whispers..

"I am Angel".. it was all she could think of...

"my child.. come, let me get you some hot soup I have in the back, and some clothes"

Angel smiled slightly in gratitude.. she certainly needed all the help she could get..

The soup tasted wonderful, even if it were just chicken broth.. the warmth spreading thru her. He allowed her to look thru the box of clothing that He had, she finding a pair of jeans and a black sweater that fit her form. She had never had on clothes like these before and the material felt foreign to her. But she knew these were what mortals wore. A pair of old sneakers topped off the outfit.

Pastor Paul smiled, it always made him feel so much better when he could help a lost soul. But the girl gave him no information to work off of. He surmised that perhaps she were running from an abusive situation... such a horrible situation...

He knew then that he would send her to John Lumier ... John would be able to find her work, even if just waitressing.. and John had that large house. He was such a good soul, John was.. or so the Pastor thought..

He gave Angel the information, name, address, all that she would need to find him. He even gave her a bit of money from the church coffers. As he sent her on her way, he asked that she return to church that sunday. The lord can help you.. he had said... that.. almost made her cry right then and there...

But she manages to hold it in.. She needed a place to stay. She needed work.. she needed... sooo much.. she was scared to death... She hoping this John Lumier .. would help her..

The walk was not that bad, not now that she actually had clothes on and not just a blanket.. the world was waking up. Many people were out and about. The Angel walking among them

She looks at the address again.. 666 Hells Gate Drive.. what a horrible address she thought to herself... but this was earth.. mortals had a strange sense of humor.. surely this was just an example of that ... humor...

Never the less, she stepped up to the door and knocked.. she hoped this man could help her... her eyes lowering to her feet as she began letting so many thoughts run thru her brain.. so many feelings... please let this man be able to help her... ~

 

[cgraven]

666 Hells Gate Drive What delicious irony Satan thought as he pulled on the guise of Mr. John Lumier, Good Samaritan. He studied his reflection in the hall mirror, hardly the The Angel of Light that had fermented the rebellion in the heavenly host. No instead stood a man in his late fifties, tall and straight, his face weathered from a life of hard work, his clothes of the finest quality as if to say, Hard work and thrift will be rewarded. Now it was only a matter of time before the young angle who had been cast down from heaven, to live as a mortal, would arrive at his door. The kindly Pastor Paul had called to let Mr. Lumier know that he was sending over a poor lost waif.

666 Hells Gate Drive was a Gothic Victorian house that set alone in what once had been a row of brown stones in Gramacey Park the neighborhood had once been very clique, fallen on hard times and was now again becoming the haunt of the newly rich it looked out over the East River standing alone and stately Its façade welcoming with a sturdy feeling of home, and yet there was also a sinister feel to the house as it stood alone in so much urban renewal as if lost and out of time and place. More at home on a cobblestone street with horse and carriages than in the hustle and bustle of lower midtown Manhattan.

The soft knock of the brass knocker called him from his thoughts, the read oaken door creaked on its hinges as it swung open to reveal the young beauty on the granite door stoop. She was so beautiful and so lost and forlorn, His eyes took in every sensual curve of her young human body, a body that this fallen Angel would be ill prepared to deal with. The black sweater that clung to the firm swell of her breasts, the jeans that fit her like a second skin., and her silken flaxen hair in wild disarray.

“Angel?”

Lumier’s voice was soft and oh so beautiful, it touched the stunning young beauty’s very soul caressing it. His face was kindly his manner disarming.

“Pastor Paul called to say you where coming.”

John Lumier invited the ravishing young beauty into his home like a spider welcoming the unsuspecting fly into his web.

“How may I help you?”

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ She felt a chill.. just as she knocked on that door.. and steps back for a moment to look at the house.. the house that stood at 666 Hells Gate Drive... It had a very gothic look to it.. a very.. demonic look.. at least to the Angel.. but she knew that man.. for whatever reason.. one she could not fathom.. had become fascinated with things, gothic, demonic, evil.. things of Hell.. of HIM..

Her eyes widened at that thought. HE was not someone she wanted to ever think about again. She had come close to actually seeing HIM, Satan, The Dark One, face to face once. When she had managed to snatch that soul from Him.. the soul she fell in love with. She knew how close she had come. And just that thought scared her to her very core.. thinking of HIM was not going to help her in this case... thinking of HIM would only scare her..

"Stop it" she whispers to herself "just stop it"...

When the door swung open, she was back on the porch again, it almost felt as if the house were wrapping itself around her to prevent her from stepping off the porch one more time..

“Angel?”

Lumier’s voice was soft and oh so beautiful, it touched the stunning young beauty’s very soul caressing it. His face was kindly his manner disarming.

“Pastor Paul called to say you where coming.”

She looked up at the man before her. She was not sure what she was expecting, but He was handsome, yet beneath His demeanor something just.. was not right. The Angel searched His eyes, a old habit, to search a mortal's eyes often let one see within his or her soul... But His eyes.. were strangely empty.. dark.. and very empty.. and the Angel did not like that..

But His voice.. His voice was something totally different.. so excruiatingly beautiful.. just the sound as He spoke curled onto her.. caressing.. soothing.. His voice had the same lilt.. the same inflection... as an Angel's voice...

“How may I help you?”

"Help me" she repeats slowly... "I.. Paster Paul said, that you maybe could help me find work, and a place to stay.. I.. I am all alone"...

And she was.. as she stepped into His home.. She was all alone.. a fragile butterfly that had just stepped into the evil web of a deadly spider.. one she was not prepared to face or handle.. ~

 

[cgraven]

"Help me"

She repeats slowly...

"I.. Pastor Paul said, that you maybe could help me find work, and a place to stay.. I.. I am all alone"...

And she was.. as she stepped into His home.. She was all alone.. a fragile butterfly that had just stepped into the evil web of a deadly spider.. one she was not prepared to face or handle.. ~

Satan knew what it was to be cast down from The Heavenly Host, the utter feeling of desolation and loss. He had seen how it warped and twisted the angels that where cast down with him into the firry pit, had seen how it transformed them from spirits of light into the twisted creatures that heaven and man called demons. Yet they had not been cursed with a human body with all its frailties, its hungers desires and needs. Humans had been created to breed, it was the very essence of their natures, where angels where created to worship and serve. In Angel both theses natures where combined making her the perfect victim for Satan’s seduction.

“I am Mr. John Lumier do come in my dear.”

That feeling that the Gothic Manson was wrapping itself around her changed subtitle as if it was warping itself around the ravishing beauty in welcome as if it where sensually calling her to a home to replace the one she had been cast out of and banished from. Lumier ushered Angel into the house down the long richly appointed hall to his study. The center piece of that study was a massive Victorian desk, the room was lined with bookshelves from floor to ceiling. One chair was behind the desk a second armless chair in front of the massive oaken desk.

“Do sit down Angel you look so very tiered and in need of rest.”

Sunlight streamed through the stain glass of the studies windows like it had in the church of The Good Sheppard, his beautiful voice seductively caressing her soul.

“You may stay here Angel till you find a place of your own and get on your feet.”

Lumier took out a pen and a piece of paper.

“Is there anyone you would like me to write to let them know you are all right?”

The concern in his voice sounded genuine, his eyes sad as he studied her, and as the stunning young beauty sat there in silence he then continued.

“What kind of work are you looking for my dear?

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“I am Mr. John Lumier do come in my dear.”

~ She felt the essence of the house, opening up to her.. allowing her to step within. "home" it seemed to whisper to her... she felt a warmth that curled around her.. It was not until the door closed behind her with a near imperceptable click that she felt the sense of.. pure evil... of agonizing horror... enough so that she hesitated in her step... but again the soft call of "home"..."you were destined to be here... destined to suffer here"... suffer?? Again the Angel almost paused...

But His voice lured her on.. Soft, beguiling, hypnotizing.. beautiful and seductive, almost angelic in it's sound. As if singing praise. That was where she belonged, worshpping, singing praise.. how would she survive in this world. This world of temptations, of evil. How would she deal with this new, very mortal body. Already she was feeling things she never had before. Fear, confusion. Even the chill of the morning air was something she had never felt before...

He led her into a study. It had a warm cozy feel to it, with the sunlight streaming in the windows.. the bookshelves.. she loved to read...

“Do sit down Angel you look so very tiered and in need of rest.”

But she was walking along the bookcases, eyes scanning the myriad of books... she was surprised at some of the titles she saw.. He seeming to be a very... eclectic ... reader....

From "Dante's Inferno" to "The Exorcist"... Angel saw several versions of the Bible.. from several different religions.. She saw books chronicling various stroies of possessions and exorcisms... books on the life of Christ as well as Hitler.. books on Adam and Eve... quite.. the collection...

"You certainly have alot of books about good and evil" she simply said as she turned to Him and sat down on the offered chair...

She finally paying attention to what He had asked her..

“Is there anyone you would like me to write to let them know you are all right?”

The concern in his voice sounded genuine, his eyes sad as he studied her, and as the stunning young beauty sat there in silence he then continued.

“What kind of work are you looking for my dear?"

She did not answer Him right away.. there was no one.. no one for her to turn to.. and the words slipped out as she thought them.. before she could stop..

"I have no one Mr. Lumier.. " her voice dripping with a lonliness.. a sadness.. that consumed her.. her head dropping down.. tendrils of her pale blinde hair veiling her now moistened eyes.. she was fighthing with all the strength she had no to cry...

"as.. as for work... anything where I can help people" she whispered softly.. If she had to spend eternity here.. she wanted to help people... "please" she begged quietly.. the fear and lonliness getting the better of her already ~

 

[cgraven]

"I have no one Mr. Lumier.. "

Her voice dripping with loneliness.. a sadness.. that consumed her.. her head dropping down.. tendrils of her pale blonde hair veiling her now moistened eyes.He recognized the sad despair that filled every fiber of the fallen stunning beauty, She was vulnerable so very beautiful and so very vulnerable. He had seen the way her eyes had covetously run over the books of the library and Angel’s comment on his wide and varied collection on good and evil. Her soft pitiful voice brought the seducer back to the moment.

……. "as.. as for work... anything where I can help people"

She whispered softly.

"please"

she begged quietly

The man she knew only as Lumier slowly rose and came to Angel He stooped to brush back the stray strand of hair that veiled her face, and his eyes sought out hers, they seemed to pierce her very soul, looked deep within her very essence and he saw the pain there. His own eyes where dark and unreadable, his lips tenderly brushed her forehead as he hugged the lost angel to him. He let her feel the warmth of his body, its strength, the counter point to her weakness.

“Angel you can stay here until you can find a place of your own.”

He paused as he held her firmly wrapped in the security of in his arms.

“ I need a personal assistance, the pay is $20.00 and hour plus room and board.”

Satan held out the seductive temptation to stay within this house that seemed to call to her as home.

“Forgive me But you must want a bath and to relax. There will be time enough to talk later.”

His lips brushed hers fleetingly and though the contact was brief it was a most sensual kiss.. Lumier showed Angel to a beautiful room with its own bath. It was opulent and seductively comfortable.

“Relax, bath, and rest I shall call you for supper.”

Lumier left Angel alone in the comfort of the room that was now hers.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ The Angel had cast her eyes down when she spoke.. but His motion brought those eyes back upwards.. She gazing up at Him as He came to her, reaching out, brushing back a silken tendril of her hair from before her face... the light touch of His fingertips to her skin was almost electric to her..

His eyes capture hers, and again she found it a bit, disconcerting that His were so dark, as if looking into a pool of midnight, a starless night. But she could not pull her gaze from His until He released it... lifting His head to brush His lips in a gentle kiss to her forhead. When His arms wrapped about her, the Angel found herself wrapping her own about Him.. seeking His strength as He held her.. feeling His body against her own.. her breathing deepening.. as she presses tighter into Him.. she was desperate to trust someone... anyone...

“Angel you can stay here until you can find a place of your own.”

He paused as he held her firmly wrapped in the security of in his arms.

“ I need a personal assistance, the pay is $20.00 and hour plus room and board.”

Her eyes widen at His words.. she.. she could stay there with Him.. she had no idea what being a *personal assatant* entailed.. none at all.. but at least this would give her some time to.. acclimate herself to the world.. to life as a mortal..

"Thank You so much" she whispers... as she lifts her head and eyes to look up at the kind man.. again met with those fathomless dark eyes.. making her shiver in His embrace for a moment..

“Forgive me But you must want a bath and to relax. There will be time enough to talk later.”

His lips brushed hers fleetingly and though the contact was brief it was a most sensual kiss.. Lumier showed Angel to a beautiful room with its own bath. It was opulent and seductively comfortable.

“Relax, bath, and rest I shall call you for supper.”

The brush of His lips brought back the memory of the soul she had fallen in love with.. and the memory of His kiss... she sighed against Him for a moment.. fighting those lonely tears.. before managing to take a deep breath and calm herself...

The room He showed her too was .. gorgeous.. she had wanted something simple.. but this.. this was opulent and warm.. and .. she just stood there staring for a moment.. before He left her to relax and bathe.. the door closing softly behind her as He left...

Angel stood amid the room... her emotions did get the better of her... emotions she did not quite understand.. as the feel of His gentle kiss to her lips mere moments before and the memory of her one love... got to her.. she sank down to her knees.. letting the feelings out.. crying..praying... as she begged to be allowed home... to come home to the heavens ...

she got no answer...

Standing... Angel wiped away her tears and made her way to the bathroom.. drawing a heated bubble bath... it was in there that she relaxed... letting the bubbles float around her... she closing her eyes... and falling lightly asleep... ~

 

[cgraven]

Satan smiled as he closed the door to Angel’s room. It had gone much smoother than he had anticipated. The forlorn refugee from heaven and melted into his arms, had wrapped hers around him, clung to him in her loneliness and her young human body had shuttered with remembered desire and love for that lost soul that had cost her so much. This ravishing young beauty had already fallen once to temptation and know he would tempt her with the one thing she most desperately wanted, A Home

That sweet moment was soured and he recoiled from the door to Angel’s room the sickening stench of her ..praying... as she begged to be allowed home... to come home to the heavens . Then t the Demon Lord’s smiled returned as Angel’s pitiful crying filled the hall for silence was her only answer to her prayer. The House and all that was in it was an extension of its Master’s Will. The hot water of Angel’s bubble bath sensually caressed her supple young body, tempting her to ease back in it warm sensual embrace. Tempting her to let go of everything and just rest in the warm seductive embrace of the water and to rest. Slowly her eyes fluttered close, lulling her asleep.

Satan returned after dark, in the dark of the moon he came to the fallen angel.

“ Angel, Angel, Angel”

His deep sensually beautiful voice called to her in the dark blissful dreamless sleep that she had fallen into. His hand touched her bare shoulder.

“Angel.”

His hot moist breathe stirred the stray wisps of golden flaxen hair at the nape of her neck, the soft fleeting brush of his lips on her neck, and small fires of remembered passion and loved stirred with in her lonely heart.

“Angel it is time for supper.”

Lumier was standing there holding a soft terry cloth towel open for Angel to step into.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“ Angel, Angel, Angel”

~ she was lost in some sort of dream.. at least she thought it was a dream.. she heard her name.. spoken.. whispered.. sung.. in the most beautiful of voices. A voice that dripped with love (seduction) with compassion (domination) with hope (damnation)... a voice that wrapped about her torn soul with promises of safety (slavery).. promises of home (hell).. promises of happiness (torture)... that voice snakes into her mind...

“ Angel, Angel, Angel”

She trembles within the bath for a moment.. feeling a presence, an evil presence... near.. her eyes.. within her mind that is.. flutter open.. but she does not see an Arch Angel.. or her Love.. or even the Pastor that helped her or Lumier.... she sees the face of Satan Himself before her.. she could not scream, it was, after all, only a dream. He leaned in, darkly beautiful, horribly evil, the Angel feeling her heart pounding..
"no... please"... His lips brush along the supple curve of her throat.. teasing.. tempting...and a moment later it was her Love.. He gently kissing where her pulse beat... feeling the heat of her love coursing thru her... She wanted to cry out to Him.. to reach out to him... she missed Him so much.. longed for Him.. yet she knew she would never see Him again... but she could not help but to try... to try and tell Him how she felt... feels.... but again it was The Dark One before her.. her eyes wide in near terror...

"Angel, Angel, Angel"

This time she indeed did open her eyes ever so slowly... focusing on... Lumier....

“Angel it is time for supper.”

She breathes a sigh of relief, half expecting to see Satan standing before her.. But it was Lumier, holding a soft terry cloth towel for her...

"I.. I can't..." she just could not leave the water with Him standing there.. watching... she just couldn't.. "please" she begged, not moving from the shield of bubbles that hid her form from His eyes.. ~

 

[cgraven]

"I.. I can't..."

She just could not leave the water with Him standing there.. watching... she just couldn't..

"Please"

She begged, not moving from the shield of bubbles that hid her form from His eyes.

Satan watched the fear and the shame color the young fallen angel’s cheeks in bright crimson as she sunk lower into the comforting concealing water. The swell of her breasts tantalizingly visible, the bubbles of her bath barely covering her nipples. He was well aware to the haunting dreams that had plagued her as the ravishing young beauty had slept in the warm embrace of her bathe the visions of a lost love the house had sent to her unguarded mine, the sweet temptation of what could have been, yet would never be hers now.


“Angel don’t be silly, I was a doctor for many years and have seen more naked women than you can imagine.”

Lumier’s voice so softly beautiful chided her as if she was making a mountain out of a molehill. He shuck the towel as an insistent invitation for the young beauty to get out of her bath. Seeing the girl’s hesitation his soothing almost hypnotizing voice caressed the young woman yet again.

“Angel I shall avert my eyes.”

Lumier indeed did as he said but he could see Angel’s reflection in the bathroom mirror if she chose to rise from the tub now. The one thing apparent was that he had no intention of leaving the shelter of her bathroom.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ the bath water was cooling.. she wanted to get out.. she would have preferred that He left the room, but it was apparent He was not going to do that.. and .. well.. He was helping her so she did not want to push her luck in that respect.. she needed help.. she needed someone she could trust.. and after all.. He had been a doctor.. the human body would not be something surprising to Him.. right??

“Angel I shall avert my eyes.”

"thank You" she answers, as He indeed turns away. The Angel rising from the water, she had not noticed the mirror nor her reflection within...

The water glides down her form, droplets clinging to her nipples, trails of dying bubbles lacing her skin... her long golden mane slick and wet against her skin... She steps from the tub, reaching out for the towel, slender fingers grasping and wrapping around her form. The towel clinging to her, and a soft sigh escaping her..

"I miss home" she whispers to herself, trying to stop her trembling... she felt so very alone.. so vunerable.. so lost.. turning her gaze to Lumier... His face was so kind.. so compassionate... she was soooo desperate for someone to cling to that she just did not see the evil behind the eyes, those dark eyes that seemed to hold no soul ~

 

[cgraven]

Satan watched as the stunning you beauty rose so innocently from her bath her reflection in the mirror reviled that this fallen angel had been cursed with a human body that could drive men crazy with lust She appeared to be young no less than 18 no more than 22 . Angel was in the full first blush of young woman hood and the way that ravishing body responded to the slightest stimulation would bode ill for the girl.

The water glides down her form, droplets clinging to her nipples, trails of dying bubbles lacing her skin... her long golden mane slick and wet against her skin... She steps from the tub, reaching out for the towel, slender fingers grasping and wrapping around her form. The towel clinging to her, and a soft sigh escaping her her full ripe lips in a demure thank you.

"I miss home"

Angle’s voice a soft forlorn whisper as she turned her soft tear shimmering eyes to the deceiver. She was so lost so vulnerable and so desperately in need of love and compassion and a place to once again call home. Lucifer let his eyes dark and deep as the ages, fathomless as the unending corridors of time reflect that which Angel so desperately longed for.

“It must be hard to have no one who cares if you live or die…”

His hands where on Angel’s bare silken smooth shoulders

“To be without a place to call home,…..”

He drew the lonely young beauty back against his hard body, his breath hot, moist and so sensually seductive washing over the back of her neck.

“My home shall be yours.”

Satan’s hands slid from Angel’s shoulders to her bare upper arms as he tenderly kissed the nape of her neck.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“It must be hard to have no one who cares if you live or die…”
His hands where on Angel’s bare silken smooth shoulders
“To be without a place to call home,…..”

~ How did He know? How did He seem to know exactly what she were feeling. She stood there, shivering and wet.. the towel doing little to warm her, her head down. At that moment she wanted to sink down to her knees, to beg, pray, anything, of the Angels above to allow her back.

She felt His touch instead. The slightest grasp of her shoulders. His hands, palms, fingers, were warm and reassuring.. His words flowed to her ears, words that she needed to hear, words that slithered like the snake that He was into her mind, her heart, her soul.

"I am so alone" she admits. Leaning back into the strength that was His body... She could feel the motion of His chest as He breathes. She could feel His breath, warm, like a comforting blanket that one wraps themselves in...

“My home shall be yours.”

Her breath caught at His words.. she wanted to turn, to look at Him.. to thank Him... but she did not move. His lips began to brush along her throat.. the nape of her neck, His hands roaming down along her arms. The touch was electric, and she felt herself trembling against Him.. unsure just what she was feeling. The sensations scared her.. yet she did not want them to stop..

The Angel felt so empty, so completely abandoned, that His words, His touch, was a welcome comfort..
The softest of sighs slips from her lips, she letting her eyes close, her breathing deepening...

"what... what are you doing?" she asks, even tho she knew what He was doing... she just had no idea WHO was doing it... ~

 

[cgraven]

The softest of sighs slips from her lips, she letting her eyes close, her breathing deepening...

"what... what are you doing?"

The demon lord felt the slight trembling that had raced through Angel’s young human body, his words so seductive, filling her soul with what she most needed a place to belong, his body strong warm hard and reassuring. Angel had been cast down, driven from her celestial home, stripped of her wings the visible symbol of all that she had been, all that she was. Angel was alone, clothed only in a towel. The ravishing young beauty felt the towel slipping from her virginal body the cool kiss of the air caressed her now naked breasts, the terrycloth bath towel clung to her waist for a moment before it fluttered to the floor to pool around her ankles.

Now Angel was naked before the man she knew only as Mr. Lumier, the faint trace of scares where her wings had once been, barely marred her soft silken skin. His lips brushed the faint thin lines of her scares.

“Oh Sweet child who has hurt you so.”

Lumier’s lips sensually brushed Angel’s back. Slowly he turned Angel in his arms till she faced him, her naked body displayed for his pleasure. Was this wrong to be like this before a man, had he not offered her a job, a home, and some place to belong? Bitter sweet memories of that soul she had saved, had fallen in love with, and had cost her so much. Lumier’s lips brushed Angel’s his tongue sensually slid across the girl’s full ripe lips across the even line of her white teeth to slip within the sweetness of the ravishing young beauty’s mouth.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ her words melt into a low.. nearly desperate moan.. as His lips pass over the scars that marked where her wings once were... She could not help the quiver that ran thru her at that touch, especially there.

“Oh Sweet child who has hurt you so.”

His voice, so soft, so enchanting, almost hauntingly beautiful as He whispered, His breath caressing along her shoulder blades, and seeming to slither down her spine.

Lumier’s lips sensually brushed Angel’s back. Slowly he turned Angel in his arms till she faced him, her naked body displayed for his pleasure. Was this wrong to be like this before a man, had he not offered her a job, a home, and some place to belong? Bitter sweet memories of that soul she had saved, had fallen in love with, and had cost her so much. Lumier’s lips brushed Angel’s his tongue sensually slid across the girl’s full ripe lips across the even line of her white teeth to slip within the sweetness of the ravishing young beauty’s mouth.

Her eyes met His, gazing within, searching, her own so lost, so alone, so desolate, searching within His for what she so desperately needed. His voice dripping with compassion and caring. But there was something underlying, something almost seeming dead, to her. Like His eyes, those dark eyes, fathomless, reminding her of the darkest pits of hell.. She felt a sudden chill at that thought, yet that chill was chased away by the touch of His lips... a tentative brush to her own. Her mind floods with memories of Him, the soul she had fallen in love with, the one she would surely never see again. She felt Lumier tease His tongue along her trembling lips as He presses in closer.. Angel, unable to resist, opens to Him with a soft moan, letting His tongue find hers within the warmth of her mouth. Her mind was screaming at her to stop, yet she could not, she caught in the seductive embrace of One so much stronger than she, One who knew exactly what He was doing. Her mind screamed at her, but her soul, her soul suddenly went silent, as if hiding somewhere deep inside her, as if hiding from.. HIM ~

 

[cgraven]

Angel, unable to resist, opens to Him with a soft moan, letting His tongue find hers within the warmth of her mouth.

The lost angel’s eyes had sought compassion in Lumier’s eyes and had only found the emptiness of the damned. Yet the fires He had enkindled in her young hungering human body now began to burn brightly, fueled by Angel’s loneliness her need to be loved and to have a home and all this Lumier offered her, so seductively tempted her with. His body Pressed to hers, his tongue danced with Angel’s as she had dreamed of, and again the vision of her lost love so cruelly ripped from her, flooded her being.

The coarse linen of Lumier’s shirt grazed Angel’s nipples, his groin pressed against her flat firm belly. That seductive kiss lingered, deepened and seemed to be all that there was. The past did not exist, the future did not exist, only that kiss, only now, only their kiss. It was so intense, so intimate that they shared the same life giving breathe as if they where one. Slowly The seducer broke that kiss his lips clinging to Angel’s till the last possible moment. Satan left the loss young beauty breathless. He stepped back turned his back to her.

“I can’t Angel, I can’t take advantage of you those I wish I could.”

His voice was a deep husky whisper, a subtitle plea for her to really come to him to be his.

“God how I want you Angel”

Satan knew that the natural hungers of Angel’s human body where raging demanding to be fulfilled. But it would have to be her that asked him to be taken, she would have to offer that ravishing body to him for his pleasure. Would that be so wrong, he had offered her everything and seemed to want so little from her.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ The Angel found herself delving deeply into that kiss. Her tongue and His slithering around one another, He tasting of her, allowing her to taste of Him. His body pressed to hers, she molded to Him, every breath He took she felt, every one she took matched His. His heart beat and her own seeming to come together, to dance together within their beats. She remembering what it felt like to be held, kissed, when she was with her love, even tho she had never gone any further than that. As much as she had wanted to, their love had been torn away before that. She felt the beginnings, the stirrings within her, the arousal that she did not entirely understand.

The Angel's mind finally gave into the kiss, and she became aware only of HIM, His touch, His kiss, the feel of His body against hers. His arms tightly about her, her own slipping around Him, fingertips touching, trailing up and down His spine...The kiss was intimate, intense, seeming to deepen with every moment. The Angel closing her eyes, as she felt His tongue caress hers once again. Deep inside her, hiding, her soul trembled...

He broke the kiss moments later, slowly He pulled back, she not wanting to break that contact, the softest of whimpers slipping from her when He did.

"I can’t Angel, I can’t take advantage of you those I wish I could.”
His voice was a deep husky whisper, a subtle plea for her to really come to him to be his.
“God how I want you Angel”

She stood there, taking slow deep breaths, trying to calm her own raging emotions, and her wildly beating heart. Those words, “God how I want you Angel” made her pause. How, how could she want Him. She was an Angel, she could not want for this. Not again. Not after what happened, and even then, she had managed to resist being with him that way. But Lumier, He.. was so very different. And so very tempting. and she was sooo, scared, with everything that happened. She felt such a strong draw to Him, and that kiss. Unconsciously she runs the tip of her tongue over her lips, tasting the last of His kiss.

Her confusion was evident on her face, she knowing that even standing her naked before Him was wrong, the kiss was wrong, it all was wrong. Yet she had no one, no where, she had been abandoned, left totally and competely alone.

Except for Lumier...

Again she felt a sudden, unexplained chill. She felt her soul, shaking within her... but she ignored it... she was so alone, she just wanted to be in His arms again...

"Please.. don't turn away from me"

Her choice of words told of her sense of abandonment, betrayal, of being left, alone, for all eternity...

"please, Lumier.." she again whispers, reaching out to touch His back, her fingers trailing down His spine
"I need You"

 

[cgraven]

"Please.. don't turn away from me"

There was a desperate plea in Angel’s voice. His back to the lonely young beauty and a small smile bowed Satan’s lips.

"please, Lumier.."

She again whispers, reaching out to touch His back, her fingers trailing down His spine.

"I need You"

She was so lost, alone, and so desperately needed to have a place to call her own someone to care for her, to give meaning to his new frightening life that she had been condemned to and her touch told The Deceiver that he had succeeded in his seduction of this poor naïve beauty. Slowly he turned to Angel, his dark eyes smiling down in to hers, a tear slid down his cheek. He was every bit the reluctant lover he came quietly to her his head lowering to claim Angel’s full ripe soft lips in a searing kiss.

She found herself in his arms their body’s pressed together and the fires that he had lit in the stunning young beauty’s human body burst into a blazing inferno of desire. He scoop her into his arms and carried her to her bed. There he laid her down her ravishing young body naked vulnerable his lips still savoring the summer wine sweetness of Angel’s mouth.

The Demon Lord gave the stunning beauty no time to think, light butterfly kisses floated along the line of her jaw, down the subtitle curve of her neck, a nip at the soft hallow where her neck and shoulder met. His tongue seductively teasing where her new life force beat so close to the surface of her soft silken skin. Then his lips where moving again. his hot moist breathe bathing Angel’s breasts The tip of his tongue snaked out to circle the dusky rose pink areolas of her now taunt nipples only to flick across the tip of her rose bud nipple. Slowly his lips parted to claim the taunt bud.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Slowly he turned to Angel, his dark eyes smiling down in to hers, a tear slid down his cheek. He was every bit the reluctant lover he came quietly to her his head lowering to claim Angel’s full ripe soft lips in a searing kiss.

She melted into that kiss, casting back any of the doubts that she was indeed feeling. Her lips part, tongues mating, curling around one another, tasting of her mouth, and then His. Her naked form, trembling, pressing to Him.. she felt His arms come around her, to scoop her up. Cradling her within His embrace.. "Lumier" she manages to whisper into the kiss, her eyes closing as He carries her, slowly, from the bathing chamber and into His bedroom, laying the naked form of the Angel to His bed. She still locked in the depths of that passion laced kiss with Him... unable to break away... unable to even think....

When He did pull His mouth from hers, He gave her no chance to speak, or really even think. His lips trail along her jawline, the touch was enticing.. and arousing.

Angel found herself naked and under Him on the bed. His mouth claiming her dark pink peak of a nipple. She gasps, fingers clutching at the bedding beneath her. Back arching. She had never felt anything like that before and her mind and body were awash in a myriad of sensations and emotions. This was wrong.. Angels were not supposed to feel this, to do this. His mouth moved to the other nipple, suckling gently as she writhed under Him, she should not be letting this happen. This would damn her. Damn her to hell...

At just the thought her soul suddenly screamed deep inside her, she gasping as the sound and the resounding pain, seemed to rip thru her...

"Lumeir" she pants, wanting Him to stop, noooo.. needing Him to stop.. yet her skin was flush with heat, her heart pounding ~

 

[cgraven]

"Lumeir"

She pants, wanting Him to stop, noooo.. needing Him to stop.. yet her skin was flush with heat, her heart pounding.

Now many times down through the endless corridors of time since he had been cast down had he heard that same mournful plea for mercy, how many times had he felt a supple young body quivering under him, its own natural hungers treacherously betraying youthful innocence? He lifted his mouth from Angel’s throbbing rose bud nipple for only a second his the tip of his tongue snaked out to flick across the tip of that delightful morsel and then ever so slowly Lumier lowered his head again his light sensual Kisses floating down across the ravishing young beauty’s flat belly, th his tongue seductively reaming her naval, a nip at the hollow spot where her hip and thigh joined the genteel pressure of his strong hands as he spread her thighs, his hot moist breast washing over the tawny golden fleece of the trapped little beauty for even if her mind screamed NO her supple young body pleaded YES.

A long sensual lick caressed the tender virginal folds of the Fallen beauty who had once been and Angel, the next seductive lick cleaving her to her inner folds the tip of the Demon Seducers tongue flicking across the swollen bud of her clitoris. Lumier tongue coaxing that torrid bud out of its hooded hiding place his lips captures it, tenderly his teeth hold the throbbing bud as he inhales deeply drawing a cool steady stream of air across its feverous surface.

Satan mouth, tongue and teeth feasted on Angel’s innocence.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ He stopped, thank the heavens He lifted His head and stopped, but... wait.. no.. He began kissing downwards, the trail of His lips and tongue snaking a trail lower, decending over her belly, around her naval, as she groans low, quivering..

Lower, god help her He was going lower, and when His tongue snakes into the silken tender folds, she cries out to the heavens above, her breath catching and exhaling in a long, deep, moan.

This was wrong, something was very wrong, yet her body was soaring on the sensations that raced thru her with every long, languid lick of His tongue. Her clit was swelling, pulsing and she felt the wash of His breath flow over it, making her shudder down to her soul, which again seemed to have gone numb.

Her hips lift to His mouth, she clawing at the bedding beneath her as her body writhed. She no longer could beg Him to stop, she could only cry out at the sensations that Lumier was bringing her.

She had closed her eyes as the pleasure tore thru her starved body, she having been craving this, needing this pleasure since falling in love and being denied. Her body seeming to know what thrills, what highs, that sensations like this could cause.
Her eyes then slant open, looking down at Lumier, only it was not Lumier she saw, it was the beautiful, yet tortorous face of Satan. The Angel screamed then, bucking her hips up off the bed as her back arched and the scream tore thru her. She shut her eyes fast, and opened them again, seeing Lumier, yet the vision was enough to spook her.

She gasped, trying to put that image out of her mind. That was not a face, not a creature, that she, or any Angel for that matter wanted to think about or see. Those that see HIS face are damned to the depths of hell, at His mercy. He enslaved Angels, torturing them, punishing them. But try as she might, she could not stop trembling... ~

 

[cgraven]

Her hips lift to His mouth, she clawing at the bedding beneath her as her body writhed. She no longer could beg Him to stop, she could only cry out at the sensations that Lumier was bringing her.

The Tempter played the ravishing young fallen angels teenage human body like it was a fine musical instrument and he was the master of it. Sensually, seductively he called unimagined pleasure from her chaste virginal body. Satan drank in the fear that shown in Angel’s eyes as for the briefest of moments she saw him as he truly was. He smiled as she closed her eyes trying to shut out the reality of what she had seen her parched full ripe lips moved in a whispered prayer that was met only by stony silence from the celestial host.

She gasped, trying to put that image out of her mind. Those that see HIS face are damned to the depths of hell, at His mercy. He enslaved Angels, torturing them, punishing them. But try as she might, she could not stop trembling, in fear of what she had seen and from the terrible need that he had awakened in her body. Far from her torment being over he once again dipped his head to supp on her innocent dewy nectar The beats lashed her aroused Clit pussy whit his mouth, tongue, and teeth. He drove Angel crazy with her need for release, his tong snaked deep within her chaste body to find the one rough spot that would drive her to new heights of pleasure. Soon very soon she would be his for he would claim her innocence , not all at once but slowly step by step as he claimed her as his, by the time the stunning young beauty realized what she had become she would be his hand maiden and would serve him not only with the sweet charms of her youthful human body but she would scream in anguish of the dark painful pleasure he would enslave her to.