Angelic Damnation (Closed)

[MrWolf1]

(Closed thread for AmbrosiaCaress and myself.......hope you enjoy)

“Last call, son.”

The stained glass shades that covered the lights above cast their muti-colors about the walls of the bar, showcasing the beer brands etched into their surfaces. Though, this almost beautiful light show went unnoticed by the few dregs still scattered about the several chairs and tables. The bar itself, a perfect reconstruction of one from an Old English pub, had but one patron sitting upon one of it’s stools. Even now, his head raised only slightly, looking up at the short, rotund man across from him. Wiping the inside of a shot glass, the barkeeper tried to read the young man’s look.

Dirty, shoulder length brown hair fell in oily clumps over a pale ashen face, who’s red veined eyes were set in dark circles. It was a face that seemed to have not known sleep, at least not restful sleep, in a long time. The crinkled t-shirt and stained jeans that he wore looked no better.

“I said, ‘Last call’.” The barkeeper repeated, not knowing if the younger man could even understand him. From one of the tables, two other males seemed to have heard. Rising from their seats, they walked past the pair at the bar. One, wearing a green jacket, emblazoned with the Packers logo on the back, eyed the man still sitting at the bar. As the two past through the door leading outside, quick, quiet words were exchanged.

About that time, from the seat at the bar, the young man rose shakily to his feet. Tossing a wad of bills onto the counter, he used the edge of the bar to steady himself as he worked tired and dizzy legs towards the door. The barman, looking up from counting the money, that included a rather large tip, saw how unsteady the young man’s gate was.

“You need a cab, son?” The younger man just shook his head in answer, and, with not just a little effort, managed to push open the front door, and pass into the cold dark night beyond.


Cold it was. With puffs of cloudy breath circling his head, the young man began a long slow walk along the side walk. The city was dark and quiet. Even the typical stray animals seemed to have gone to warmer places this night. The tall lamp posts, casting their islands of light around them, the only company he had as he took step by wobbly step. He couldn’t remember just how long he had been drinking. However long it had been, he knew it wasn’t near long enough to bury what he was trying to numb himself from.

At least he wished he was numb, when a long plank of wood came crashing down onto his head as he past a dark alley between buildings! Stars danced before his eyes, as rough hands seized him by his shirt, pulling him into the shadows and onto the ground. A foot then connected with his gut, pulling a grunt and cough from his now aching belly, and shoving him into several metallic garbage cans. Their rattling filling his ears, as he was lifted to his feet and slammed to the wall behind him. Hands then again came upon him, searching his pockets, not stopping till they found the thin wallet tucked into his back pocket.

“Fuck! He’s only got ten bucks!” a voice growled. Bloodshot eyes creaked open to catch sight of the Packers logo on the back of the one facing away from him, throwing his now empty wallet into the garbage. They then turned to the other, the one who’s hands held him to the wall. Their eyes locked.

“What the fuck you looking at, asshole?!” The one before him barked. “Drinking away all your money, huh? Well, looks like we’ll just have to beat some sense into ya, so next time, you’ll have some money for us.” His meaty fist was pulled back, ready to deliver a massive and damaging blow to the face of the one he held.

Yet, he paused. For, upon the face of the young man whom they had beaten and robbed, there came a smile. A wide, toothy smile. Then, the eyes that had been red and weak, took on a new look, a look that caused a chill of terror to run down the beater’s spine.

At that moment, in a dark alley, in a bad part of town, there were seen flashes of strange light, and there was heard a scream. A scream that only just sounded human. A scream that caused pets to scurry under their owners beds, to shiver till the morning. It made the trees let fall their leaves, flowers to wilt. As the first faded, another rang out, not as horrid as the first, but one marked by monstrous pain.

And out of that alley, one walked. His steps still wobbly, his face even more ashen and pale. As he strode to his apartment, he pulled the green jacket closer around his shoulders.

He didn’t even like the Packers.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Angelic

~ the music, did it come from another source, someplace where one could not see? Or perhaps it came from within the girl herself, from somewhere in the very depths of her angelic soul. Did one hear that music with their ears? Or was it a heavenly melody that enraptured the heart and soul? She herself did not know, she only knew that many heard those melodic sounds, beautiful music that seemed to coil about one, comfort, calm, bringing hope and beauty to any who heard, or saw... her...

angelic music click here and select Tower of Light to hear a sample

Most thought she was a mere dream, and perhaps she was, for the existance of angels has always been, debated.. some believed, many others did not. Angels, Demons, Heaven, Hell, all intertwined, and again, some believed, many others refused to.

Tanja was an angel, in every sense of the word. Ethereal, hypnotic, enchanting, a vision that dreams were often made of. A pure angel, a soul who had never come to Earth, instead coming into existance in the Heavens above. She was a guardian, a muse, hope, and faith to the many she had appeared to, she had touched, helped, saved. Often preceeded by the music that calmed, that revived, that blanketed the soul in love and caring, the caress of the Heavens that so many needed.

The Captured Angel Tanja (with a Demon)

Another picture of Tanja

But Tanja was young in the realms of angels. Young and some may say naive. She had not had to deal with, nor had the expierence of the demons that traveled the Earth, spawns of Hell that sought to consume souls, that brought hatred and violence, blood and death to the ones they touched. Spawns, in human guise. She was to be trained, taught, but a battle raged, a battle that the humans of Earth often did not see, but perhaps felt the repercussions of. Murder, rape, beatings, death when evil had the upper hand, calm, quiet, a sense of safety and peace when the angels were close and strong.. It was that battle, between good and evil, as old as time itself, that took the more seasoned angels away , none were here to teach her, to warn her, of the tricks, the lengths that the Spawn of the Pits would go to, to capture an angel, especially a pure white angel, such as Tanja...

She was on the other side of the world, in the light of day, sunshine, warmth, within the dream of another, when she heard the terrifying screams... Screams that made her pause, that sent a haunting chill down the spine of the angel, a sound, of pure horror and pain, that made her ivory wings tremble. Who would make such a sound, and why? What could be happening that would rip such a scream from the body of a man..

She closed her eyes, backing off from the dream she was within, to see where, who, the sound repeating yet again, another was screaming.. These were not pure souls, no, these howls came from tainted souls, tainted souls caught in the grasp of something so evil, so demonic, that they screamed to the angels they had denounced before. It was funny how, in the face of death, even the most scortched and torn of souls will cry out to the angels, as these were doing now.

Tanja lowered her golden head, letting her sparkling diamond silver eyes close, to find the tortured ones.. In the night, in the darkness, within a city that was overcome with shadows, shadows of evil, did she find the last screaming soul, the first, had gone silent, the last did so a moment later.. but, she knew where.. and it was there she went...

She was too late, too late to help, to late to comfort, and too late to rescue herself. For those screams had also attracted others.. Others from the very depths of the hell, demons to feed upon the tortured... from the pits that she and the other angels feared.. she appeared, right in the midst of them, as if a trap had been set.

It was her scream that then echoed into the darkness, the sound of an angel screaming in sheer terror, pain, and despair, as she is dragged into those heated depths... her scream unheard except by one.. the One who had began the chain of events when attacked by the 2, the One who still lingered close enough to hear her.. and know that an Angel had just been captured....

The One who smiled and now wore a Packers jacket ~

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

In the Depths, she is held

~ The heat was nearly unbearable, yet within, she felt a terrible chill, that coiled like a serpent about her soul. Her ivory white wings clung to her back, she daring not allow them to unfurl, fearing they could and would be torn from her, and just the thought set them quivering against her once more, as if alive on their own.

Warily she lifted her crystal eyes, to peer about her. Chains of molten steel, glowing a firey red, held her arms upwards over her head, as if reaching for the heavens, wrists tightly bound within those chains, ankles bound as well, only outstretched. She could move very little, an arch, a squirm, that was all.. she was open and vunerable, and trapped, captured like a ivory butterfly in the dark web of a dangerous and deadly spider..

For the moment, she could only see darkness, no light penetrated the pits, only the light from within her, that kept her safe for the moment.. She knew the Demons would tear into her, having a pure angel to eviserate, and not just to the flesh, nooo.. they would rip soooo much deeper. The glow of the molten chains was not only heat, heat that she could not feel upon her flesh at the moment, as she weakened that would change, that firey glow was not only heat, but living evil that would rape her mind and soul if she allowed it, if she broke, if the Demons got to her. They would splay her soul, tearing her open, while she screamed...

Tanja was in trouble, captured, chained, with no one to help her. For once within the Pits, her cries were silenced, unheard by the elder angels, unheard by any other than the Demons that would be torturing her, and those cries would only serve to feed them, strengthening them..

She lowered her head, the tears came, silent, warm, wet, flowing down her cheeks... What had it been that had drawn her into that alley, to the feet of the Demons who fed on the slaughtered souls. What had caused those men to howl as they had? Howl for help, for redemption, for mercy... and would she soon be doing the same?~

 

[MrWolf1]

He paused.

Starting up the steps towards the door to his building, steps that seems to be more numerous then normal, he felt something. He turned, eyes looking back at the distant alley. No one could be seen, though he knew he had sensed something. The fluttering of birds? He shook his head, his mind still coated in the fumes of alcohol. That’s probably what it was, he assumed. With that, he continued his slow climb, upon shaky legs, until at last, he passes through the double doors, into the squat apartment building.

A few minutes later finds him closing the door of his abode behind him. A flick of a switch lights a single naked bulb dangling from the ceiling. The light it casts about the small apartment does little to improve it’s looks. Though the bulb only lit the short hallway he was now in, what it showed gave the impression of one that cared little for ritual cleaning. A thin layer of dust coated just about every surface. From the door, he walked forward, past the arch that lead to a small kitchen to his left, into the wider living area. To his right, the door that lead to his bedroom lay shut, while further along from there, the opening to the bathroom lay open, though till hidden in the dark of the living room. Reaching for the squat lamp that rested upon the nearby table, he clicked it on. Yellowish light flooded the smallish room. A worn green sofa now reveled itself, along with a work desk tucked against the far wall. Beside it, leaning against the adjoining wall, a large bookshelf, whose shelves were stacked with, what else, books. Yet, other items also occupied some of the space the books did not. Jars, some small and narrow, others wide and deep, yet all contained the same preserving fluid, but differed in what they preserved. One, a short small one, within which floated a black sphere, from which dangled thin strips of muscle and sinew. An eye. Yet, one that had no iris, no pupil. Entirely black. The other jars that lined the shelves harbored other strange and disturbing items.

However, what truly caught the young mans eye, as the light showed the room, was something that would have startled anyone else. For in the chair the rested under the desk, and holding one of those jars to study it’s contents, sat a tall figure. His very short cropped hair was the color of winter wheat. Skin that looked like it adored the sun stood out from the dark black of the full three piece suit he wore, complete with white on white tie and shirt.

“About time you got back.” the suited man said, his voice deep but resonating. He turned his sharply green eyes at the young man, grinning. “Thought you would drink yourself to death before long.” He added a small laugh, before placing the jar back on it’s shelf, the long boney digit within bouncing against the inside, the razor sharp talon it bared clicking against the glass. “You always did have a thing for trophies, didn’t you, Revon?” The blond man asked, looking over the other dozens of jars. “You really managed to kill all of these?” When he got no answer, he turned back towards the young man, Revon.

The look on Revon’s face said it all. He cared little for complements. He knew why this man was here, and was just waiting for the words he knew were coming.

“Revon, we have a problem.”

Revon growled, turning away and walking past where the blond man still sat, into the bathroom. The florescent light above the mirror flashed, strobed, before staying on. The sickly light raining down on Revon’s face as he leaned against the sink. In the mirror, the face that looked back made him feel ill, and the drinks in his stomach didn’t help. Behind him, without even looking, he knew the other man was standing in the doorway.

“Forget it, Gabriel!” Revon barked, looking into the mirror to see the angel behind him. “I had enough of doing your bosses dirty work. Work you angels don’t seem to want to soil your pretty little hands with.”

If he managed to insult Gabriel, the angel didn’t show it. His face unchanged from the soulful expression. “Be that as it may.” Gabriel began, “I would hope you still remember our deal.”

Revon growled loudly, hammering his fist onto the sink, a crack now etched along it’s side, before turning around at Gabriel. “You have some fuckin’ nerve! What have I been doing the last six years?! Killing and sending back any demon you tell me to. Yes, I remember our deal!” He stepped up closer to the angel, his own dark eyes digging like shives into the light green of the angel’s. “Question is, have YOU forgotten your end.”

Gabriel moved not a bit, but wrinkled his nose at the alcohol stench of Revon’s breath. “I can’t talk to you civilly when you are like this.” He said, and snapped his fingers. Revon’s eyes went wide, as strange sounds came rumbling from his gut. He retched, twisting on his toes, and falling to his knees before the toilet. Just in time, for the entire contents of his stomach now flew from his mouth, splashing into the water below. Again and again, he retched, emptying his body of the alcohol that he had but moments ago, tried to poison himself with. Before long, he slumped against the wall next to the toilet, strands of saliva hung from his lips. Sharp and focused again, his mind was, though his body felt weak and tired. Revon’s eyes refocused at the face that now bent down before him. Gabriel gave a sniff. “Ahhh. Much better. Now we can talk about why I’m here.”

The next moment saw Revon laying back on the sofa, a cigarette smoking from his mouth.

“As I said, we have a problem.” Gabriel started.

“What’s new?” Revon added sarcastically.

Gabriel ignored the question, sitting on the same chair he had occupied before. “This problem is serious. One of us has been taken by the Fallen.”

If Revon cared, he didn’t make it known. “I thought you angels were more then able to protect yourselves from them?”

“We are. However, these are….special circumstances. We need you to get her back.”

“Again, “ Revon argued, puffing on his cigarette. “Why is this so important? Angels have been taken before, why the sudden gung ho need for a rescue? Wouldn’t she be dead by now?”

“As I said, these are special circumstances.”

Revon made to stand, stretching his now rested limbs. He then turned, walking towards the bedroom. “The answer is no.”

Gabriel, in the first show of emotion, walked behind him. “You have to help us, Revon! If you don’t, she will surely die.” Revon said nothing as he stood in the doorway of the bedroom, darkness still dwelling within. Gabriel’s voice was getting desperate. “You have to honor the deal, demon!”

Revon roared! Twisting around almost faster then even the angels eyes could track, Revon had Gabriel pinned against the wall, his hand clamped tightly upon his throat. “DON’T CALL ME THAT!!”

Gabriel spoke, and though his voice was muffled, he made no other sign that the choking hand bothered him at all. “Then what would you call yourself?...look.” Those smoky green eyes looked down at Revon’s arm. Lines of orange light crisscrossed over his flesh, creating arcane and demonic symbols along his arm and hand. Even now, those marks fluttered thin wisps of smoke into the air. Revon then looked back up at the angel he was throttling.

“YOU PROMISED YOU’D TAKE THIS CURSE AWAY” Revon spoke, the sound warped and evil sounding.

“And we will, but you have to do this one last thing for….” The final words were stopped as Revon squeezed Gabriel’s throat tighter, though it caused the angel no pain.

“I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU’RE EMPTY PROMISES!” Revon growled, the pressure on the angel’s throat threatening to snap his neck.

This did scare the angel. In one more struggle for air to float his voice, Gabriel managed to croke. “She…can….cure…..you.”

The hand fell from his throat. The orange light faded from Revon’s skin. “Really?” His eyes still questioning.

“Yes.” Gabriel answered, rubbing his throat in more reflex then for pain.

“Why her? What are those special circumstances?” Revon asked.

Gabriel sighed. “When we promised to take the Hell taint from you, we were sincere. But, at the time, there were none of use that could do it.” Revon growled, and Gabriel thought he saw the same Hellish light twinkle in his eyes, so he quickly continued. “But, we knew that soon, there would be those that could.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Look at me, Revon.” He held his arms out. ”I was once second in power only to Him! Yet, like my brothers and sisters, living through the Fall of Lucifer, and having to deal with all the horrors humanity has created over the centuries…has weakened me.” Gabriel’s arms fell to his sides and he leaned back against the wall. “That’s why I made a deal with you, I couldn’t fight so many battles myself anymore.”

Revon looked at the angel, and for once saw just how tired those green eyes were. “Ok, and this female angel?”

Gabriel smiled. “She is of the New Brood. Untainted, untouched by the sins and evils of the past. She is as I and my siblings once were. That’s why we could not take the tainted from you. We have too much of our own. But she, she has the power to help you, to cast out of you that which infects your soul. And that’s why you are going to save her.”

Revon looked down at his feet. Was this for real? Could this female angel really be able to save his soul? Gabriel seemed truthful.

With a deep breath, Revon looked up. “I’ll do it.”

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ In the all encompassing darkness, a darkness that was broken, split apart now by the screams, the shrieks of the damned, in those shadows hung the captured Angel. Her head down, long tendrils of gold, her mane as golden as the sunshine that graced the upper world, Earth, veiled her pale and tear stained face from any that may take pause to look upon her. She had tried to peirce the darkness first with her cyrstalline eyes, to see an hope of escape, finding none, and then with her voice, angelic and melodic, a voice meant to sing to the throne of Heaven, a voice meant to nuture, comfort, heal, redeem, love... yet her cries were unheard, or so she thought... Tanja did not realize that indeed her capture, her screams, her pain, and her fear, had been felt by Gabriel and the others, they just could not get to her, not where she was.... she was lost to them... unless one who could venture into the depths could bring her out...

Tanja had been taken beyond the gates that lead to the pits, beyond the dungeons that held other screaming, begging, angels. Angels that had fallen willingly, and others that had been dragged there in the midst of the war, their virtuous essence, their angelic power, fed upon, devoured, corrupted and used to strengthen the One and his spawn...

She was chained in the caves at the very heart of Hell, guarded by the most elite, and horrifying of Demons. Awaiting the Fallen... She was to be tortured, she was to be raped, the living evil that held her was to find a way to slither into her soul, to reveal her power, her secrets, her purity... living evil that would butcher her, rend her helpless and screaming while the Demons and the One feasted upon her pure soul.

The Angel, still young, and now flooded with fear and despair, did not realize the power she carried within her. The strength her soul possessed, an energy born of her very essence. She was pure, untainted, meant to begin a new breed, a new generation of angels to join, and eventually triumph in the battle with the Fallen, within the Depths of Hell ... She was the first, the virgin, she should have been protected, trained, but instead, her deep rooted desire to help, to save, to provide faith, comfort and hope to others, could not keep her in the heavens... she ventured to the world below, the world of man, amidst the corruption and evil that tore at them, she was a shining light, a promise of hope and faith... a light so powerful burned within her that the Demons, now that they had a *pure one* in their midst, were desperate to sever that light from her, to use, to abuse, for their own evil intentions...


In the darkness the coiled around her, the Angel heard something, a sound, in the shadows. Her golden maned head slowly lifting, eyes still clear and diamond sharp, tries again to split the somber, and at the moment silent, for the distant screams had ceased, gloom around her. A figure, darker than the shadows, slinked toward her. The Angel tensing, she drawing back as far as the chains would allow, which was not far at all, bound the way she was.. she had no wall at her back for protection, she had no ability to move her hands, wrists, arms, which were still pulled above her, the chains singing out as she struggled.. she could not manuver her legs to even try and kick, both ankles encased in steel, legs spread open, chains taut and fastioned to each, opposite wall... she truely was helpless... as the figure emerged from the blackness...

The Demoness

Female, Demoness, a cruel smile alight upon her face. She eminated heat, evil, and stands before the Angel. A taloned finger reaches out, to rest for a moment under that pristine chin, the skin of the angel pale and flawless, the Demon's own a deep, seared red from the heat of hell that had eaten at her...

"I see the talk is true, a pure one, from the very heavens, as indeed been ensnared" hisses the Demoness, leaning in close, to scent the virgin angel, a glide of tongue, forked, strokes over her blood red lips, before snaking out to taste of the Angel's cheek...

"Don't" Tanja whispered, not taking her clear eyes from the dark gaze of the Female..

"Ahhh, but you are in no position to command anything, pretty one" she croons, that tongue slithering along that warm, sweet cheek...

Tanja was not sure who, or even what this thing was, other than a Demoness. Was She sent to torment? Torture? Or perhaps was she curious, as the talk of the captured Angel raced thru the depths, to damned and Demon alike, all of which wished to see, to taste, to touch, to rip apart, the winged one.. The Damned thought that getting to her, to the feet of the Angel, would bring them salvation.. the Demons, only wished to gut the winged one, she was the enemy after all...

"get.. away.. from me" Tanja again warned, the whole of her form quivering as her body tensed, even the chains of evil trembled as she did...

The Demoness only laughed, a horrible, teasing, dirty sound that escaped her lips as she pulled back from the pure one... slowly walking around her, gazing at her, having never seen a living, pure angel before, only broken, torn, fallen angels who were barely alive...

What the Demoness did not realize, and apparently neither did the Demons that had bound and chained her, was that her wings, while beautiful to look upon, magnificent in their splender, were also extremely powerful in and of themselves, powerful as protection, powerful as weapons. A strike of an Angel's wing, could, and had, killed before.

The Demoness found out the hard way, for as she circled around behind the Angel, Tanja struck... her pristine white wings suddenly extend, not gently, not softly, but instead whipping open with the force of a speeding freight train.. the Demoness caught the hit, and was sent thundering against the hard stone wall, her body breaking upon impact, a horrible, sickening cracking sound that echoed in the silence... never mind the bones that shattered just when the wings hit.. never mind she had nearly been broken in half by the force of those striking wings...She crumpled to the ground, silent, not even given the opportunity to cry out...

Tanja's wings fluttered for a moment, a slight trailing of blood coloring the outer feathers, before curling back against the Angel... Tanja taking a deep breath.. She could not let them rip into her, not let them get into her soul, to rape, to eviscerate.. she had to remain strong, she had to be what she was, an Angel.. no matter the torture, the punishment, she knew she would have to endure.. She just prayed silently she indeed could.... endure.. and protect herself.. as best she could.. ~

 

[MrWolf1]

The moon was full that night.

It’s pale light pouring in from the slim dusty window, mixing with the yellow glow of the lamp that sat upon the nightstand. It was quite a rickety little table, nothing more then a bit of fiberboard with three dowels attached to the underside. Yet it served it’s purpose. And right now, it’s purpose seemed to be as a place for Gabriel to lean as he watched the other figure go about his work.

The bed that had once been next to that tiny table now was tipped onto it’s side against the far wall. It was in the large space it once occupied, that Revon was now kneeling, using what looked like a chunk of white chalk to etch a very complicated image onto the warped and faded hardwood floor. Every so often he would stop, rise to his feet and examine what he had drawn, only to move to another area and begin another part of the design. He was focused, his mind tuning out everything, for he knew that for this to work, the image had to be flawless. So, when the angel behind him gave a loud, drawn out yawn, it went unnoticed by him.

“In….ahhhhAHHHH…teresting.” Gabriel spoke through a yawning mouth. “I didn’t know one could get bone powder in the form of a chalk stick.” Revon didn’t look up, as he finished a rather wicked looking pictogram. “My, it does make the work go faster. One doesn’t have to worry with keeping piles of fine powder from being moved by just the slightest movement of air, either.” As if he couldn’t stand to be silence, the angel continued. “Oh, by the way, don’t worry about that little fiasco in the alley.” He shrugged. ”Way I see it, it was self defense. Besides, they sure didn’t end up in my hometown afterward.” He ended with a light, closed mouth laugh.

The angel kept on with his seemingly endless banter, while Revon made the last few marks in pulverized bone upon the floor. He sighed, stepping up to his feet and wiping the sweat that had seeped onto his forehead from all his concentration. He was finished. Before him on the floor, it’s shocking white in contrast to the dark brown of the aged wood, was a large round circle. It’s width the same as his height, the circle contained dozens upon dozens of smaller, individual designs. Lines that curved this way and that, intersecting with several circles and more complex pictograms. Yet, they all seemed to flow in sync with the others, as if the whole image were drawn with a single unending line.

“Very good.” Gabriel commented, honestly impressed with the speed and precision by which Revon had produced such a difficult pictogram. “You truly are gifted with the arcane, Revon.”

If he had meant it as a compliment, what Gabriel had said garnered no reaction from Revon. He merely stepped away from the mark on the floor, walking over to the bedroom closet, pulling open the shutter doors, and began rummaging through the various piles of clutter that filled the inside. Gabriel stepped up, looking over the other man’s shoulder, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“So, what kind of oddities are you going to take with you into The Depths?” Gabriel asked. “A vial of Blessed water? A handful of consecrated earth? Maybe a holy relic or two?”

“No.” Revon answered simply, as he pulled a long slim case from the bottom of the closet.

“Then what is that?” The angel asked, his face floating just above Revon’s shoulder as he eyed the silvery case.

“A magic wand.” Revon said, popping the two latches and slowly raising the lid.

“Magic wand?” Gabriel said with puzzlement, trying to see for himself what was in there.

He didn’t have to wonder long.

For in the time it took for the angel’s eyes to blink, the air before his face went from being empty, to having two dark menacing barrels staring back at him. His tan face turned sickly white, as did his eyes as they grew to plate size. The next moment found him stumbling back, falling to the floor. Further away, he could see just what Revon was holding, as well as the evil grin that spread upon his ashen face.

“Quite the wand, huh?” Revon remarked, before letting a series of dark giggles pour from his throat. “Made it myself.” He said as he lifted the business end of that vicious looking weapon skyward. The twin barrels Gabriel had the honor of looking down belonged to two large gauge semi-automatic shotguns, between them a thick bead of weld held them together as one unit. A pistol style handle had also been attached and dropped from under the barrels near the middle, while the two behind the triggers lined up as one. The gun on the left had been modified by Revon to eject it’s spent casing in the opposite direction, since the right gun would have been in the way. This was his pride and joy.

“Uh…yes…quite.” Gabriel mumbled as he rose to his feet. While Revon busied filling a bandolier with extra shells. “But, do you really think that…thing…will work where your going?”

“Has before.” Revon remarked, turning towards the angel as he hooked the ammo belt around his waist. “Where do you think I got all those trophies?” he added with a grin.

Images of all those deformed, menacing body parts floating in mason jars just in the other room appeared in Gabriel’s mind. He had wondered how Revon came upon them, since the demons those parts belonged to would have burned to ash when killed, their flesh being the stuff of Hell. How Revon managed to keep those parts whole would be a question for another time, for now, Gabriel just watched as the dark haired young man stepped over the boundaries of the pictogram on the floor, careful to not smear the lines of fine bone ash. When Revon stood in the very center, the large weapon he carried slung over his shoulder, he drew from the belt at his hip a long razor edged knife. Holding the handle in his right hand, he gripped the blade with his left. His dark eyes then looked up at Gabriel.

“She had better be able to help me.” Revon warned, making no effort to hide the threat in his voice.

Gabriel actually caught himself gulping as those eyes stabbed at him. “She can.” he answered, “and she will.”

Revon just nodded, before tightening his hold upon the naked blade. A flow of deep red dripped along the silvery metal as it’s edge sliced into his flesh. A deep breath he took then, for the instant a drop of his blood touched the pure white of the image under his feet, so did the white of the whole image turn a crimson red. Revon hair would have begun to stand on end, had it not been weighted down with dirt, for around him arcane energies swirled. The air moved in a vortex about him, as, from the floor, arcs of brilliant orange-ish light crackled, spearing up into the air. Above his head they came together, forming a spherical ball of hellish energies. Gabriel stepped back, the intensity of the evil forming in that room almost making him retch.

Revon saw the angel clutch his stomach, and grinned.

And that was the last thing Gabriel saw, for in the next moment, that light engulfed the form of Revon, before shrinking into the floor.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ It seemed an eternity in that darkness, the dead demoness festering against the wall behind her. It seemed none cared that she no longer existed, so none came to claim her. Tanja was growing used to the stench that eminated from the decomposing body, when another scent came to her. Her head had been down, her diamond like eyes closed, when the scent assailed her. Her head coming up, eyes snapping open, frantically she looked about. Blood, human, mortal, innocent blood was what she scented, what she felt deep in the very depths of her frightened soul. She had no idea where it came from, or why she was soo atuned to it. She only knew that it came from an innocent, an innocent who fought a battle for His own soul, a battle He was loosing... Tanja shook, as the scent coiled around her, slithered over her skin like the tongue of a serpent.

Who was He?

Why was He coming here?

And what... what possessed Him? For Tanja felt the other, the Demon, that tore into this innocent's soul.

And... He was coming.... for her....

She no longer could allow herself the luxery of closing her eyes, or sleep, not since the presence of the One who was searching slithered into her mind and soul. She had no idea if He could sense her, or not. She had no way of calling out to Him, now way of begging for help. A voice whispered into her brain...

He is an innocent, to help you only means death to him...

She shook her head, trying to rid herself of that nagging voice

He is an innocent, to help you only means death to him...


Who was that voice? It was not her own, the voice was distinctly male... That was when the Angel realized, she was no longer alone in that dark pit of hell. Someone, or something, was with her..

"No" she whispered, feeling her very soul shudder... "No.."
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The young female demon stepped from the firey shadows... the smell of fresh, mortal blood, the scent that had alarmed her, still thick in the air. Something, or someone, had entered. It was in her small peice of hell, it was up to her to investigate.

The female demon

Lifting her hand to silence the screams of the damned that reverberated thru the thick heated air, she tilts her head slightly to listen. She heard nothing, but her dark eyes saw, upon the searing heated ground, amidst the lava and bones that littered the area, blood, fresh, and very human.

Lowering down, she dipped a fingertip within, bringing the crimson liquid to her lips. There was something very different about this blood. It was mortal, yes, the scent and consistancy told her that. But when her tongue darted out to taste, she felt it, Him, the power that suddenly seemed to engulf the young female demon.

Looking up, into the face of Revon, she screamed ~

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[MrWolf1]

PAIN!

SEARING AGONY!

Revon knew this pain well, the pain of crossing the boundaries between the realms. Human flesh was never made to withstand the trip, yet, his flesh was not entirely human. The fact that he could survive the transit only reinforced his resolve to rid himself of the taint that had so ruined his life.

At last , the tunnel of fire and torture came to an end. Revon could feel around him the tearing of the membranous periphery that covered this infernal realm. One last cry of pain, and he felt solid ground beneath his feet again. He panted for breath, and began to cough, finding, instead of air, only sickening fumes and the odor of death and blood. Bringing his hand up to wipe his face, he brought away a thin crimson sheen. The blood he smelled was his own. The journey had done more damage then he figured. He knew he had to get moving fast, then scent of blood would begin attracting everything with teeth and an appetite.

He stood upon wobbly feet, desperate to regain his footing. He managed to pull himself over to an outcropping of rock, settling into a gully near the base. Hidden for the time being, he turned to the dozens of weeping cuts that crisscrossed his exposed skin. He laid back, closing his eyes. A few moments later, at every place a cut dripped red, a tiny arcane symbol began to shine, as if from under his skin. The orange light from each of the many small pictograms brightened, then faded to nothing, leaving nothing but smooth unblemished flesh behind.

Just as a sigh of relief almost left his mouth, his ears perked.

Footsteps.

He hunkered down, letting only his eyes look up over the lip of the trench. There, only a few feet from him, her dark grey skin almost hiding her among the drifting shadows, a female demon knelt. Her taloned fingers probed the cursed earth, the same spot where he had arrived into this place. He watched her bring her fingers to her deep red lips, a long pointed tongue slithering from them to taste those fingers.

His blood. He had left it all over. It was then he made up his mind.

With her attention focused upon the tasty treat she had found, Revon managed to rise from his hiding place quietly and unseen. With careful footstep he made his way around, then back towards the demoness. Slowly, he stepped up to her, unslinging the double shotgun from his back. He had just taken the final step to her, when she looked up.

Recognition flashed in her ruby red eyes, Revon was known in this place. Not just for what he did, but for what he was. So, he was little surprised when the female demon screamed, shuffling back away from him. He was also ready to silence her, with the butt of his weapon to her head. A sickening crack, and she fell lifeless to the ground, her leathery bat-like wings fluttering. She looked dead, but he knew better. Creatures in this place were tough, it would take a lot more then a crack to the skull to do any real damage to this demon. He knelt next to her, and saw her chest rise. She was alive.

At the same time, he also noticed what decorated her chest. This female was very well endowed, which in itself was not surprising. She was a succubus, a demon of lust. She was built to entice, to pleasure the eyes as well as the body. Suddenly, a grin not of his own pulled at the corners of his mouth. Something inside was throwing ideas into his thoughts, alien, yet still from within. Though most were of no use to him, one did have merit.

Revon looked about. She had to have come from somewhere. There, in the distance, a dark shadow at the base of a cliff. That had to be where she dwelt. Reaching down, he picked up the limp demon, threw her over his shoulder, and began the walk towards that dark shadow, which turned out to be a cave.

As he strode deeper within, he found what might be useful hanging from the ceiling. Tossing her body to the ground, he walked over to were long chains hung from the roof of the cave. He handled one, hefting it’s weight in his hand. He then looked back at the demoness. Again, he grinned.

He would need to find out where this angel was being held. And he planned on making this creature tell him……any way he could.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

(MrWolf1 and I played this out in IMs on Yahoo.. so here is the posting of the IMs for you all to enjoy.. )

AmbrosiaCaress: ~ Savoura was her name, the young female demon that just happened, by sheer bad luck, the only kind of luck in a place like this, to stumble across Revon just as He punched His way thru to the depths from beyond. Savoura, a Succubus, young, but she had made a name for herself in this little part of her world. She was young and delicious, both in body and soul, a rare combination and a welcomed change from the older Succubi that the other Demons were used to. She was erotic in ways that were both demonic, and human, the former human side of her shining thru all to often. It made her very.... wanted.... here in the depths................. This particular situation would not bode well for her tho, as her scream was torn from her throat, only to be silenced a moment later....

AmbrosiaCaress : as the blackness of unconsciouness blanketed her thoughts. His crimson red eyes the last thing she saw before that darkness descended............. It was the sound of chains that slowly roused her... she moaning low in her throat as her eyes managed to flutter open... the scents around her were familiar... home.. she was home... Wait.. home?? In Cleveland Ohio?? Home... on Maple street?? No.. no .. this was not there... this was ....she was still in the Pits.. this was the cave that she had taken as her own, the one safe place she could rest and sleep without so many male demons at her... She had lain a curse on the cave, yet whoever this was... this... power... had easily breeched any curse she could place to keep others out.. This was not good... Turning, her eyes alight upon the

AmbrosiaCaress : chains... chains she herself used when torturing... or pleasuring any SHE allowed in.. which were few and far between... "Revon" she murmered, realizing who this was... His name was known in the Pits... very well known...

wolfy2854 : Revon had heard the creature stir, long before his name was spoken. ‘Her strength was returning rather quickly‘, he thought to himself. He had to act quickly. Turning from his work on the chains, he quickly made to grab the female demon’s rust colored hair. Dragging her over to where the links of hellish steel dangled. In swift motion, he lifted her up, whipping chain about her wrists, locking them tight. Then, with her arms secure, he let her swing, her feet several inches from the ground. Before the creature could speak, he did. “I need some answers.” he stated, as he walked around her, wrapping another length of chain just under her breasts, using it to secure those large leathery wings. He knew well enough to make sure they could not be used, being as dangerous as her claws.

wolfy2854 : As he came around to her front, after making the links around her chest were tight, he knelt down, picking something off the dirty cave floor. “As I said, I need some answers, “ he rose, stand before her, face inches from hers, “and I do believe you will tell me.” His eyes shined with intent, as well as something else, as he looked down. In his hand his fingers twirled a length of shining metal. Once, it may have been a piece of the very chains that now help the demoness aloft before him. Now, however, it would have a different use.

wolfy2854 : Holding the metal in the palm of his left hand, he made a mental command. Instantly, from the flesh of his hand, a arcane looking symbol flashed, in bright orange brilliance. Revon looked up at the female, his lips curling. While just above his hand, the air rippled as the metal began to heat. Soon, it turned a bright red, and still it became hotter….hotter….until red was replaced with white hot heat. A moment later, what had been hardened hellish steel, was now a small glowing puddle of molten metal in his hand.

AmbrosiaCaress : ~ Even tho she had spoken His name, her mind had not entirely cleared, yet. It definitely snapped back to *reality* when she felt the His hand twist into her hair, yanking her across the floor to those chains. Her strength was fast returning, but not fast enough to fight of His, and a moment later she found herself suspended, her feet no longer touching the cold hard stone floor, the chains tight about her wrists, and wrapped about her middle. For a moment she wondered, deep in her now racing mind, what He was doing, then it dawned on her, a moment too late... He was securing her wings, which were very powerful weapons.. now they lay helplessly against her back, twitching as she tried to move them... "I need some answers" was all He said... answers?? Answers to what??? She wondered...

AmbrosiaCaress : but the words never left her lips.. She was staring at Him, her sparkling eyes flickering with ... fear... and hatred.. a hiss slipping from her soft, moist, reddened lips.. "release me and perhaps we will talk" she snarled, angered now that her own chains held her, in her cave of all places.. "Revon" she hissed at last... but He only answered with "As I said, I need some answers, and I do belive you will tell me" His face now just before hers, His eyes were glowing, and within was an evil she had never seen before in these depths, except maybe in the eyes of the Lord of th Damned, and He was not one to come prancing around the outter limits of his world..

AmbrosiaCaress : Her eyes were drawn down from His, to the glowing, gleaming, melting metal in the palm of His hand... a gasp escaping her lips. The molten metal was shining from the heat that He generated within it.. It was a power she herself did not have, this was not something she could do, but apparently He was much more versed in .... the darkness that surrounded the Pits... and the power within... Savoura knew this could not be good, and her mind suddenly filled with the screams of the men, mortal men who had been cast into the depths, that she had tortured, turning some into demons, mindless demons that guarded the gates, others died at her hand, but not before feeling the most intense pleasure with the succubus as she fed on them... she knew at that moment it would be her screams that would

AmbrosiaCaress : echo this night... in this cave... "Revon... what... what answers are You seeking" she finally asked.. she keeping her voice steady... as steady as she could as the chains rattled overhead... She could not stop her trembling... (end)

wolfy2854 : Revon smiled. There was a temmer of fear in her voice. Good. Fear almost garenteed her answeres would be truthful. However, he wanted to increase his odds. "The angel, " he began, while still looking down, he took his right hand, and, with his thumb and forefinger, he dipped them into the searing liquid metal. As with his hand, they came out unharmed, pulling with them a long thin strand of cooling steel. When it was about six inches long, a quick flick of the wrist seperated it from the rest. The heat within it rapidly dissapated, leaving him with a long needle sharp shard. This he held up to the demon's face. "..where is the angel?"

wolfy2854 : as he awaited her answer....he pulled two more of the wicked looking needles from the molten puddle, the rest he threw to the ground, to sizzle and smoke.

AmbrosiaCaress : The Angel... Savoura had heard talk of the captured Angel.. she was no where near this particular region of the Depths... She was much closer to the heart, the heat, where the more powerful Demons roamed. Savoura had heard the talk, the rumors, of the rape of the Angel, to bring froth a Demonic/Angelic spawn, able to traverse both the Darkest Depths and the Highest Heavens..

AmbrosiaCaress : Savoura had heard the talk, but she herself had also SEEN the Angel.. once the rumors started, once the other demons began speaking of this ...being... She, as naturally curious as she was, roamed beyond her little corner of hell, and had seen the chained Angel with her own eyes.,.. she had NOT approached her, the dead demon that lay against the wall told Savoura that the Angel was much more powerful than perhaps many knew.... or realized.. Savoura had looked and that was all.. what that what had drawn Revon here... Revon, one of the most feared names to be uttered in the Pits.. was the fact that she had done nothing more than look, sealed her fate at His... hands...??

AmbrosiaCaress : Hands.. His hands... He was fashioned vicious looking barbs, long thin slivers of that molten metal... the tip glimmering, razor, sharp.. He saw her eyes fix on the sliver, and held it up to her face.. Savoura cringed back... moving as much as she could in her... position... a strand of long dark hair fell forward, tickling along the smooth, bared, surface f her shoulder and down over the curve of her barely covered breasts... "Revon.. please... I know nothing, I am nothing here, surely You know that" she lied.. knowing that if she did reveal where the Angel was, she would be ripped apart by the stronger Demons that sought to rape and impregnate her... this.. at the moment, was the lessor of 2 evils... or.... was it... "please Revon.. just let me go... and I can show You such.... pleasure"

wolfy2854 : As the sucubuss' offer fell upon his ears, Revon chuckled mirthlessly. "You think me a fool? You're only pleasure would be from the drinking of my soul." Revon growled at the last, he himself haveing almost fallen to one such as her. It would not happen again. He stepped up to her, eyes drilling deep into her's, looking......searching. "Perhaps, you speak the truth." he said as he pulled away, honestly unable to see into her to find the truth. 'Her will is very strong, " he thought, 'that will be changed.' "Yet, perhaps also you are hiding something from me..." the grin returned, as he suddenly reached out, filling his hand to overflowing with her right breast. Fingers dug into it's soft doughy flesh, while the hardened nipple was ground into his palm.

wolfy2854 : HIs fingers slid up to gather about the crest, rolling and pinching. "If you are hiding something, " her nipple was tugged, streching it from her breast. "...we shall soon know." And in a blur, one of the silvery neelde he had forged flashed, peircing that same nipple and one quick motion.

AmbrosiaCaress : Savoura had learned to shield her thoughts, her mind, and moreso, her soul. She had learned, that the other Demons were as hungry for souls as she herself was. What she did to protect her own soul was devour other souls, mortal souls, and feed those souls to the Demons that were more powerful than she.. Her eyes met His, she felt Him, probing, slithering, trying to find a way in, into her mind, into her soul, where He could tear her apart. "I... do speak the truth.., Revon" she lied again, the words gliding from her moist lips... He was right in front of her, that sliver of metal held before her. His touch to her breast, with His other hand, took her by surprise and her guard lowered for a moment as a wave of pleasure rushed thru her... a low moan slipping from her lips as her body

AmbrosiaCaress : betrayed her, arching to His touch, her nipple darkening.. warming.. harding against His palm... His hands were sooo soft.. so very soft... She let her eyes close for that moment, just as He pinched and twisted that sensative nipple.. pulling... pinching... The pierce felt like liquid fire... Savoura snapping open her eyes as the razored sliver penetrated and tore thru the nipple.. "Nooooo " she screamed out, her one weakness was pain... Savoura feared and hated pain.. that was one reason why she inflicted so much on her own captives... so she would not have to feel any... she fed on their screams to sheild herself from any of her own... Her body tensed... quivering.. as a drop of her blood appeared, lacing down along the soft curve, over the skin.. the pain was burning...

AmbrosiaCaress : her eyes wide and staring... "I promised You pleasure... and You bring me pain... why... Revon.. why... ??" but she knew why... It was because of the Angel...

wolfy2854 : "Why?" Revon asked mockingly, taking his hands from her puntured nipple. "One who takes pleasure from the pain of others asks 'why?'" He chuckled, now taking her other breast, squeezing it in waves with his fingers. "Should you not be able to devine pleasure from this pain as well?" Lowering his face to the breast his hand massaged, he alowed the tip of his tongue to circle its rock like nipple. Coating it in heated wet from his mouth, before lettign his lips envelope it. He suckled roughly, feeling it swell on his tongue, tasting sweet. As his fingers continued to mold and knead the titflesh, so did his teeth clamp down. Scraping over the nerve rich flesh, they pulled....and pulled....untill there was just enough room to let it be periced by the second of the three needles.

AmbrosiaCaress : Savoura hissed at His words.. knowing He was right.. but hating hearing it from Him. She justified what she did as keeping herself pleasured, and safe... But in the end, He was right, she only caused pain to others, horrible, tortorous pain... She shook her head wildly, wanting Him to stop, not wanting to feel anymore, anymore pain... anymore PLEASURE from Him... but instead He lowered her head, and as she cried out, in despair, His mouth enveloped her unmarred nipple, suckling.. her cry turned to a low groan of pleasure... the pain forgotten for the moment within that intense sensation of desire.. of heat.. as He suckled deeply... she shook in the chains.. the shudder one of desire.. she feeling the meeting of her thighs becoming wet... as her sex began to respond..

AmbrosiaCaress : The pain was searing, as another of those metal needles tore thru her nipple, even as He suckled it...Savoura shuddered and struggled, vainly trying to free herself, her wings trembled as the pain overtook her... her scream reverberated off the cave walls ... only to mingle with the screams of others, elsewhere in the depths... as her voice faded.. she whispered "Revon... please... no more... please..." she already had the idea of where that third sliver was meant for... even now her own juices were lubricating her ... getting her ready for Him... her clit swelling... throbbing.. the idea of feeling THAT pain.. there.. made her go ghostly white... "please... the Angel... " she gasped... stopping herself.. She could not.. It would mean certain death here if she told HIM of all people..

wolfy2854 : Almost. He almost had his answer. Yet, still she resisted. "You fear what might happen if you tell me yes?" He asked. OF course she did. Punishment would be sever should they learn who told him where to find the angel. He knew that fear may keep him from learning what he needed to know. For a moment he thought, while he did, he found his eyes roaming over this creature. SHe was designed for sex, and it showed. Every curve full and lush, from the ripe breasts down to wide hips and shapely legs. The roundness of her chest was mirrored behind, ass standing out round and proud. Takeing all this in, Revon felt something stir within him, as well as within his groin. His own body was acting out of nature, responding to being near such a perfectly made female.

wolfy2854 : it was then that he once more felt as if someone, or something, was thinking its thoughts in his mind. These thoughts, erotic and heated, only served to highten his arousel. 'Not now.' he mentally shouted to the souce of those thoughts. But if it heard he's plea, it garnered no reaction. He knew this demoness would soon either sense or scent his arousal, but she did, he would have to keep control. He knelt, quickly gripping the creature by the ankles, and lifting her feet high. Holding both ankles in his hand, he kept her off balance while he reached for another chain. THis one he secured to an ankle, before grabbing another to tie to the other ankle. With their ends attached to far opposite walls, they pulled and spred her legs wide, revealing her....opening her to his hungering gaze.

AmbrosiaCaress : ~ She hung there, head down now, both nipples pierced, the metal gleaming within.. her chest rose and fell as she breathed, not that she needed too, it was more habit than needed.. her long dark hair fell forward.. in ebony waves.. she had been beautiful in life, before her violent death, beautiful, but a bitch. She had killed, her own best friend, over a guy.. of all things. It had been that act that had damned her to this hell, and her life as a Succubus...... Savoura lifted her head.. it was quiet.. too quiet.. after His questioning of her fear.. of course she feared telling Him, she did not have to voice that, the look in His eyes had told her that He indeed understood that small fact... And for a moment, she thought she saw a look of .. understanding.. pity.. compassion..

AmbrosiaCaress : but as quickly as that was there, it was gone.. she had lowered her head then.. and wondered what was going to happen to her now.. there would be no one to save her.. the death of a demoness was nothing here.. there were always more.. always.. the silence was thick in the air as she finally dared to look once more.. She could feel something.. something eminating from Him.. and she knew what that something was.. He too was becoming aroused.. she could feel it.. the heat.. the hunger... the LUST beginning to spill off of Him... a moment later.. her legs were grabbed.. spread.. and chained... YES.. LUST.. the look in His eyes now, as He stared at her, completely exposed... her skirt, what little of it there was, showing the heat, the wetness

AmbrosiaCaress : of her sex, dripping... slick... the folds pinkened in arousal.. LUST... maybe she could use that Lust against Him... "yess.. Revon.. You... feel it don't You.. that erotic sensation.. the want... the need... to be buried deep inside me... I am warm... slick and wet... and tight... Revon.. so tight... please... end the pain... let's only bring each other... pleasure... please... Revon.. ppplease"...

wolfy2854 : Her scent...musky...rich.....powerful. A scent that would drive a mortal man to ravenous with a single breath's worth. Revon could feel it, the smell of her sex drifting into his nose, heating his blood. His eyes could not tear away from between her legs. Those plump quivering lips beckoned, winking, enticing. He knew the danger, it was how a succubus feeds, by draining the life of a man through the very thing which implants life. Yet, even with the danger firmly in mind, there still was the ever presence of those alien thoughts. After all the long years he had been cursed, never had it shown itself as much as now. There was always that dark place, in the back of his mind, putting out desires and impulses. Yet, these were easily ignored. Not so now! These were strong, very strong.

wolfy2854 : As if the It within had found what it has craved for so long, and did not want to lose it. Revon shook his head, clearing it for the moment of sex, and focused on what was needed. He walked around to her side. "You are very good, bitch." he growled. "You almost had a feast for yourself. But not anymore." Again, his hand filled with a heavy suculent breast, lifting it, shaping it. "You need punishment now." Reaching up, he took a chain with an empty link and fished the ends of the silver needle that peirced her nipple, through the link. THen, he let go, the heft of her breast pulling down. Her punctured nippl was streched...and streched...

AmbrosiaCaress : ~ It was working.. her begging, her pleading, her need, was working.. she could feel Him staring.. the arousal in Him building.. did not matter WHAT He was.. He was still male... and she was female.. as soon as He was inside her, she would rip into His soul.. and tear it apart.. as she fed... but that moment of LUST suddenly faded, as REvon walked around to her side... whispering, growling in her ear............ The torture began again, as He laced the razored tip of the sliver that impaled her left nipple thru a link of the heavy chain... she gasped at the pain, biting at her lower lip, hard enough to bring forth blood.. her eyes squeezed closed as she turned her head away.. trying not to cry out, but she could not help the anguished sound that came from her lips... along with

AmbrosiaCaress : one word.. "Bastard... ".... she arched in the chains as she tried to fight the burning pain... the whole of her form shaking violently.. would the Angel feel this kind of pain while being raped?? She suddenly wondered.. and deep inside .. she hoped so.. "Now I will never tell YOU where she is" she hissed.. confirming that indeed she did know.. a BIG mistake on her part..

wolfy2854 : Revon laughed! The dark sound bounding off every surface around them, as he unhooked her nipple from the chain, letting it fall back, jiggling deliciously. It had done it's job, she did know. Not bothering to explain himself, he walks back around, to stand between her legs. "But, I think you will tell me..." dragging his nails over the smooth skin of her inner thigh, "...yes...I believe you will." His breaths were shallow, a vain attemt to lessen the effect her aroused scent would have, as well as perhaps keeping the thoughs of the other at bay. It didn't work. Her scent was strong, only a little was needed to harden in flesh, that in turn rekindled the others lust. Revon faught for control, concentrating on prying the information from this female anyway he could.

wolfy2854 : Those nails now grated over the soft thin skin that encircled the heart of her being. His will was waneing, her heat was almost overwhelming. I will not succumb, he spoke in his mind, I can not!.....then......"WE SHALL NOT!" Revon jumped back, the deep voice thundering in his ears, yet, somehow, he knew it didn't come from without, but from within. "What?....who?" he answered with his thoughts. "SHE SHALL SUCUMB TO US!" "What do you.." "TAKE HER!...LET HER FEED!" "What?...I'll die." "ONLY IF WE SO WISH IT! SHE WILL FEED.....AND FEED....AND FEED...AND FIND ONLY MORE! WE SHALL FILL HER IN EVERY WAY! SHE WILL KNOW PLEASURES BEYOND ALL OTHERS!" "HOw can I trust....?" "BECAUSE YOU KNOW I SPEAK THE TRUTH!....NOW....TAKE HER!"

AmbrosiaCaress : ~ Savoura moaned as He dragged His nails along the soft, sensative flesh along her inner thighs.. the pain still lingered in her nipple, but that again was outweighed by the pleasure that His touch brang to her..Lust... she fed Him the word, letting it whisper around Him.. Lust... Sex... She did not quite understand what was happening.. or that Revon was so very different than even what she had been told about Him... she did not know the strength of what lay beneath His eyes.. those glowing red eyes.. His jumping back from her was unexpected.. and for a moment all that lingered around her was His laugh, and then silence. Savoura was not privy to the conversation going on in her mind....

AmbrosiaCaress : But... the Angel was.. her golden eyes widening as suddenly she hears a demanding voice seeming to echo in her head.. a voice not speaking to her, no... but she could hear it, it and the answering voice of a helpless, innocent soul... The Angel wanted to reach out to that soul, and tried to... but she could not, at the moment she was too weak.. and something... was near..

wolfy2854 : As if on their own, Revons hands reached out, taking hold of the demoness' hips. He then lifted them high, until her legs found support on his shoulders. Inches from his face, her dripping pussy called. Without thought, he breathed deep, taking in her spellbinding scent. Yet, behind the lust and need it enticed, he was in control. His will had somehow become as hard and unbending as what throbbed below his waist. WIth fingers streching open thick petals, his tongue delve deep. Her taste! Revon growled from deep within as her musky sweet flavor ran down his thraot. "MORE!" the voice within demanded. REvon licked, nibbled, scooping tongue fulls of her ample juices.

AmbrosiaCaress : ~ Savoura threw back her head.. as His tongue tasted her... she letting a low purring sound escape her lips. She was helpless, He having been torturing her, yet here she was, moaning to His mouth as He licked, wanting more, on the verge of begging for more. Her body reacting, hips rocking slightly to His lips and tongue, the sweet juices of her sex flowing, warm and thick.. her breathing coming in gasps.. Savoura closed her eyes.. letting the sensations wash over her... the warmth enveloping her.. her skin flush... as she begged Him... Begged he Captor for more... "please.... Revon... OHHHHHHHHHHH don't stop... Please.. deeper... Gods that feels soooo good... MMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Revonnnnnn" she was crying out His name.. as she writhed in the chains He held her in..

wolfy2854 : Panting, Revon let her legs return to dangling from their chains. He could feel her running down his neck, his chest, soaking the simple t-shirt he wore. Every muscle in his body pulsed with unknown strength and heat. Looking down upon her still shivering form, he found himself loosening the latches of his jeans, until they fell to his feet, to be kicked away. And, as his shirt was lifted up and off, he heard the ‘other’s’ words repeating in his mind, as if to reassure him…."SHE SHALL SUCUMB TO US!” The last of his clothing joined the rest upon the dirty ground. With heat rising from his skin in waves, he grabbed hold once more of the succubus’ hips, and in one fell swoop, plunged hard and deep into her suckling depths.

AmbrosiaCaress : ~ Savoura was lost.. even before He took her.. she was lost.. His mouth bringing her to heights she had never imagined.. He was rough, yet gentle, probing, lapping, tasting her, leaving her shivering, trembling, and begging for more as her own body, betraying her, fed Him her sweet nectar.. When He released her, at least for the moment, she was left shivering in the chains.. whimpering, she lifting her eyes to His, not wanting Him to stop.. needing more, begging for more.. with just the light within her eyes... He stripped as she watched, reveling Himself to her... He looked... human... mortal and human.. and that only made Him even more attractive to her.. He grabbed her, as she cried out, and plunged deep inside her... His cock easily sliding into the slick entrance to her

AmbrosiaCaress : heated sex... she was virginal tight, even tho she had been used often, by demon after demon... the walls wrapping around Him, a grasping of muscle and heat.. she threw her head back and screamed, it should have been a scream of triimph.. for she could feed now... and feed she did... or try to... she suddenly feeling the strength, the power, the LUST that she fed upon... It was all around her... inside her... deep inside her..

wolfy2854 : She was taking of him. With every thrust he could feel more and more of his own life being drained. However, the more she seemed to take, the more he seemed to have to give. He felt flooded with energy, all the time more then she could take. He also felt lust, desire, need like never before. Over and over, he plowed her soft sweet flesh, feeling her fluids pour down over his legs, down to puddle at his feet. His teeth gnashed, fingers digging into her hips and he pulled her harder against his every thrust. As the mating continued, though, Revon felt more and more as only a viewer. Yes, he could feel the overwhelming pleasures, yet, it seemed as if he felt it apart from himself. Yet, this thought was fleeting, buried under the constant assault on his senses from their rutting.

wolfy2854 : It also made him unawares of the forming of strange glyphs upon his back. Drawn in that same orange colored light, they spread, as if moving just under his skin, until they covered the whole of his back. Yet, they didn’t stop, continuing to move, writing themselves upon his neck, shoulders, legs. As they began to appear on his forehead, he once again hear the words of the ‘other’…“WE SHALL FILL HER IN EVERY WAY!” Then, a tingling he felt, down, near the root of his thrusting flesh, just above his seed sac. At first he ignored it, concerned only with the plundering of hole he was in. It wasn’t until his mind was awash in strange sensations, did his hips stop, his eyes looking down in a mix of fascination…and horror.

wolfy2854 : There, between his legs, hung not one, but two shafts of male flesh, one just below the other. He would have screamed, had he not breathed of the demons wetness. Looking up at her, he reach for and fisted her hair in his hands, pulling her face towards him. Between her legs, their lips met ferociously. Tongue fighting to enter the other’s mouth…tasting. They kissed this way for many long moments, until Revon backed away, his eyes locked upon hers. Then, his hips flexed, plunging both hardened shafts each into their own paths.


AmbrosiaCaress : ~ felt her own senses flooding.. He thrusting hard into her, His fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips.. the sound of His cock, wet, slick, gliding deeply inside her, over and over again. She was gasping with each movement, as the tremors overtook her body.. Savoura was not just hanging there limply while He took her, she was writhing, rocking, bucking in the chains, the muscles of her pussy rippling over His cock as He buried Himself over and over, pulsing, embracing... warmth... velvet softness... She could feel His mortal Lust.. feeding her... surrounding her... she drank of His Lust.. and, as she lifted her head, she searched His eyes for His soul... searching... she would find His soul and devour Him... yes... she would... but instead she was faced with a series of

AmbrosiaCaress : glowing glyphs... floating before her eyes, in His eyes, flowing... flickering.. on fire... in His eyes she saw the grinning Demon that possessed Him... not just a demon... but one of the Damned One's minions... One of the most powerful that reigned in the Pits... She screamed, just as His fingers twisted into her mane and pulled her to Him... His mouth claiming hers... tongues entwining.. the kiss deep... she tasting of Him, and He of her... her moans fed to Him as she whimpered against the deepening kiss... Savoura melted into Him... as He continued to rock into her, she felt the second shaft, hardening, becoming slick from her own juices that flowed from His fucking her, that demonic 2nd shaft found and impaled her ass, she gasping into the kiss as her body tensed... The demoness

AmbrosiaCaress : helpless now... at His mercy.... as He finally broke the kiss... she crying out as He does... He did not stop His taking of her, her body still bucking against His as the captive demoness stared up at Him... "the.... Angel" she whispered... never forgetting His unaswered question... "the Angel is held in the deepest Pit, the 9th circle of hell, in the darkness of torment" she whispered, still staring at Him... She could feel her orgasm building as her body moved with His... her muscles grasping, pulsing around Him... the chains overhead singing out as she rocked ... as she was fucked... "please... RREVON... mercy.... Please" she begged, knowing now He could rip her apart at any moment, even as she howled out in pleasure upon His cocks.. ~

wolfy2854 : “STOP?”, Revon said, yet , though it was his voice, it also carried the voice of another. “MERCY?” Then a bellowing laugh, all the while the twin poles relished the feelings of their confines. With every stroke, Revon could feel them rubbing against the other through the thin wall of flesh that separated ass from pussy. He knew she had given up what he needed, but now he needed something else, and he was close to getting it. By now, glowing lines now trace over Revon’s face, once human eyes now featureless glowing crimson orbs. “YOU TRUELY WISH US TO STOP? I DOUBT IT.” Her throbbing clit was then pinched…rolled roughly tween his fingers. Over and Over, her holes were filled, plowing deeply, touching the furthest reaches of her body.

wolfy2854 : Soon, the being that was Revon could feel the approach of the release he had been work toward. “YES!” he growled. “YOU WISHED TO FEED? I SHALL GIVE YOU ALL YOU WANT!” Harder and harder, reaching for the ultimate crescendo.

AmbrosiaCaress : ~ Savoura's mind... body.. and senses.. were overwhelmed as the Demon.. took her.. she remembered watching a poor demoness at the feet of the Damned One, watched as He took her, mated her, and fed upon her, she wondered if that demoness felt what she herself was feeling right now.. The wave was building... Savoura could not longer feed for fear of drowning in the Lust that now radiating between them... He pushed further into her, ripping into her, tearing, she screaming out as He fucked her... With a burst of strength, perhaps her own, perhaps His.. the chains broke, freeing her arms and legs... but Savoura did not struggle to break free of the Him... no.. instead she wrapped herself around Him as He backed her to the hard stone wall... using that leverage to thrust even deeper into

AmbrosiaCaress : her willing body... she bucking, rocking, back.. needing Him.. needing this release... needing His lust, even tho she was about to drown in it... her orgasm hit her, she crashing over that wave of pleasure as she clung to her Captor, her wings breaking free and snapping open as she came.. the Demoness throwing back her head and screaming out.. in pleasure.. in pain... in agony.. in despair... as her very life force spilled out around His still plunging cock in her pussy... the one in her ass felt her muscles clamp down as she came... shaking... shuddering... her nails digging into His back, leaving razor like trails in the skin..

wolfy2854 : A demonic growl trembled from his throat, shaking the very stone of the walls. "YES!" he roared! THe feel of her body shaking, he savored. The sweet pain of her scratches, he relished. Grunting like a wild beast, his pace increased, if that were possible. Closer, he neared the sweet end. "NOW..." he began to shake, pulling her hard against him, sending both cocks as deeply as they could reach. "...FEEED!" The last word was sent in a ear crushing roar. Rocks fell from the ceiling, the ground convulsed. Inside the demoness, the twin cocks came.....and came.....and came. Sperm flooded her insides, filling her, untill, with nowhere else to go, it spewed from around his rock hard shafts. At his feet, whiteish pools formed. GRowing larger and larger, until, at last, his body began to relax.

wolfy2854 : His hold on her slacked, she sliped from his arms, and from his cocks, to fall wettly into the thick puddle of cum below them.

AmbrosiaCaress : ~ The Demoness screamed as He filled her.. His hellish seed spilling out... a burning, searing pain radiated thru out her body as she shook... as He roared... when He finished with her, the last of His flood of seed spewing forth, He released her, she falling from His embrace, sliding off His cocks, to the slick cum covered floor at His feet... her eyes closed... as she let her consciouness go... the pain... the sensations... the flood of His seed... had taken all the strength she had... she was empty... not dead... no... but never would she be what she had been... He had taken her soul... she was nothing more than a shell... to be used and cast aside...all that slipped from her lips was a soft, broken whimper........................................................... ...........

AmbrosiaCaress : The Angel whimpered as well... feeling that innocent soul suffering.. NOT the Demoness .. but Revon's... She reached out.. trying to touch that soul.. to offer comfort even tho she herself would soon be suffering she was sure... "Revon" she whispered, her voice soft.. calming.. "Revon"... How did she know His name? His soul... she found His name written on His soul..