Angels of Sins

[meestho]

The world we live is a very corrupted one indeed. As the middle age was getting more and more decadent, the resulting vibes had catastrophic result on Eden. In an era attributed to the Fall of Rome, our lord disapeared one morning and left the other Archangels in charge of Paradise, with Michael at it's head. But as God was very strong and unbreakable, the other angels were corrupted easily and soon the decadence of their humans counterparts reached them and Eden became a place of debauchery.

Welcome to Dark Eden, I am the archangeal Michael and I am ruling over the heavenly court, watching and waiting. I have always been depicted as beautiful young men with short blong hair curly. I am the perfect figure for everyone and no 2 persons have ever saw me alike. I am currently sitting onmy throne, watching again another excess of debauchery has thousands of angels are having intercourse before me in a never before seen divine orgy. As always, I just lay in my white draps awaiting for one angel to break off and reach for me. I may have my favorites, but every angels have the possibility to do a great job. So my gaze shift to those around me. A couple of angels are going at it right now, not minding me at all. Some are in duo, others are doing threesomes and foursomes. It doesn't matter me. As I lean back on my wings, I just wait patiently....

 

[LadySindënís]

Some nicknamed her "The Fallen" for the unusual colouration of woman's wings. For they were as dark and red as the knee-length crimson hair attached to her head. In reality few knew the true name given to the secluded Angel. Arethel meant in the old language; to be passionate to which the unique woman held through out the many long years within paradice. She was the Angel of love and sex, a force to be avoided should you cross her in the wrong manor.

She walked briskly toward the throne upon Micheal sat in all his beautiful glory. Garbbed in a pale red dress the young angel looked quite the delightful sight. So did their heavenly leader, Micheal's white robes flowing like water around his perfect form, his deep eyes watching the angels around him. Today was a celebration of repressed love so many of his subjects had taken to incredible acts of passion all over the court floor.

Arethel came for him, Micheal must take part in the love making and orgies to even start off the celebration the right way. She was one meant for such a duty that was for certian.Once infront of the ivory throne, Arethel kneeled down before the archangel not truly caring about the generous view of her breasts that he was getting at the moment. With a wave of his hand, Micheal ordered the female to raise before him.

"I have come to see why you have not joined the others." she announced bravely.

 

[meestho]

Michael

Halfly looking at her, he commanded the lady before him to raise. As she asked her question, Michael mind was floating away, looking down on earth. He felt bored. The same expression looked Arethel, she should guessed his emotion by his gaze, his eyes were filled with sadness. "Lady Arethel" he started. "You must understand that I'm getting bored with all this activity before my feet" pointing to the celestial orgy in front of him. "You see my dear, down below it's even worse." Raising his hands clouds appeared before him showing different scenes from the nobility. "Here" he said pointing to a cloud "our own agent, the pope, his impregnating a young princess from the nobility to give more control over them" Pointing to another cloud "and there, our own fidels are raping muslims just because they think different" He continued pointing to different cloud then he dismissed them. "So I'm getting bored with all this supposdly act of love. But tell me now Arethel, since this is your domain, surely you must have a plan for this to work perfectly?" He looked at her, her head was still bowed down to him. "Look at me and don't be affraid."

 

[LadySindënís]

"This choas is not of my doing save for the need to take someone to create new life. The humans have fallen to greed which has indeed warpped their sense of love into nothing more then gulteny. My plan as it you called it is perhaps a small wash of the plague to show them life is not ment for such things when there are many possibilities for each life. Your beloved angels have taken to their pleasures after eons of withholding themselves." Arethel explained truthfuly.

She was thinking of replacing the pope with his more conservity godson or perhaps making the princess barren to prevent this so called control tatic. Arethel's unusauly long blood red hair was loose like a mane around her head obsuring the view of her ivory face. As the ArchAngel was thinking wildly about how to fix these unruley humans so was the young angel who's gift had been distorted to suit their needs. Neither could think up any solution but the one that Arethel had mentioned just moments ago. Her wings wrapped firmed around her form, hair obscuring the infamous features of the lady's face. It appeared almost like regret, regret for being the one to give humans and angels the ability to truly take part in love.

 

[meestho]

Michael

He was Michael, the lord's favorite and the greatest among the archangels. Still as great as he was he couldn't find a solution to humanity numerous problems. But he could see trough the angel standing before her. He could feel her sadness, her regrets over her actions. Raising in all his glory, Michael walked the stairs leading to his throne, his wings glowing of luminiscent light. As he reached Arethel, he grabbed her in his arms, his wings resting gently on her shoulders. His right hand was petting her hair gently as her head rested on the Archangel shoulder.

"Do not cry for it is not thy fault, the humans have become what they are" Pausing he continued "Our father, he is the one who made those beings, as his own image he said. Surely he knew what he was doing". Grabbing the angel by the chin, he forced her to look at him, he was smiling, an irradient smile who couldn't leave someone saddened.

"You showed us a great deal Arethel and look around you, all of them are happy of what you taught them. If that would make you happy, I would gladly participate in this celebration of yours."

He took her by the hand and started climbing the stairs back to his throne

 

[LadySindënís]

Arethel carried herself in the same way and manor as the ArchAngel infront of her. It was the sense of inner pride that few of the creatures created at the dawn of time ever knew existed. As Micheal led her up the steps to the throne upon he always sat, Arethel wondered about what he spoke of. She had rarely taken to the act that had been created to express love and devotion at a deeper level then the body alone, now as she scaled the steps to the heavenly throne Arethel had a feeling he would show the younger angel the true depth of passion he was able to show.

 

[meestho]

Michael

As he was walking the stairs to his throne, his gaze never left her eyes. Although her gestures showed some restrain, some fears, her eyes were burning which passion. As they were saying, the eyes are the mirror of the souls and this couldn't be truer for the celestials. As he reached the end of the stairs, he brushed his hands in front of him and the throne transformed into a majestic bed, ornated in gold and silver. Transluscid veil were surrounding the bed, suspended in the clouds above. Still holding her in one hand, he pushed aside the veils and reached the mattress. The sheets were of white satin while the pillows were golden. Still standing near the bed, he guided Arethel onto it, never leaving her gaze.

"Please Arethel, let me be the witness of our Father's gift to you."

As he said those words, he reach for the bed as well. They were facing each others, laying on their side as their wings were envelopping them. Michael was delighted in those few moments of silence, their passions speaking on behalf of them....

 

[LadySindënís]

Arethel moved so that their bodies were almost fully touching each other, belly against belly, wings against wings. Through their bodies did not require breathing as a vital function Angels kept it for educational purposes. When in certian situations their breathing changed rapidly. Right now Arethel was definately happy for it due to her breasts expanding against the silky fabric of her chimise and against the handsome angel.

 

[meestho]

Michael

Didn't flinch as the angel before him started breathing. He just smiled and brushed a lock of her crimson hair away so he could have a good look at her. He then reached for her mouth, applying a deep passionate kiss on her lips. One his hands reached for Arethel breast, his hand covering it completly over the fabrics her pale red dress. As most angels, they wore the minimum of clothings and so he could feel Arethel nipples peeking trough her dress. As he removed himself from her lips he looked at her.

"Please, show me the passion our father gave to you"

 

[LadySindënís]

Arethel responded by moving her hand along his rib cage down to when his penis was and started to gently rub along it's generous length and girth for several lengthy minutes. Her lips were quickly on his playing delightful little games with him, knowing just where to nibble or lick inbetween passionate kisses. She was almost a goddess in this field where Michael was clearly a god upon himself.

 

[meestho]

Michael

Arethel were working miracles with him. But Michael wasn't going to let her do all the workings. Applying kisses all over her neck and ears, he moved his hands on the angel thights and rubbed them gently. He was moving them very slowly upward to her inners, her dress moving up at the same time brushing slightly her legs. He was using the fabrics of her dress against her, giving her soft sensation that sent shivers all accross her spines. As he was teasing her, he covered Arethel with his magnificient wings, envelopping her in his embraces as he kissed her again on the lips, his tongues trying to find the way into her own mouth.