Ashdown Academy (IC)

The meeting was long and boring everyon introducing themselves, the plans they had for the school year and so on. He remebered most of the peoples name that he met in the room. It was getting close for the classes to start and he had to get ready for his first class which it ment he had to go back to his room to get his insturment.

" Almost time for class to start" Mephisto replied as he heard the first bell to let all the students know to get to class. He had only ten mintues to go back tohis room and grab his gear and get to class before the bell sound for class to start.

" well it was nice to met you all" Mephisto replied with a wave of his hand as he walked near the door and opened it.

" Its good to have you in the student councile" the president replied as he shook his hand once more. Soon everyone followed by and left the room.

Mephisto quickly took off in a quick walk he had to hurry lucky for him he had yet to meet his room mate or if he had one since the other bed still remained empty.
 
Nuitvide was getting bored. Yes it was true that he had come to wait here as part of his own plan, and yes he'd checked to make sure this was her room. But what if she was invoking senior's rights to a single occupant room? And this one was still on the boards as an error? Waiting here all night posing, and preening would suck. What if she were going out with friends, or even to meet a lover. That cheating whore, if she made him wait all night because she was out with some limp dicked tight lipped respectful little guard dog, he'd make her pay for making him wait.

In the meantime he amused himself thinking about how viral that image had gotten. Like a flu bug passed from person to person. He'd seen all manner of whoever, sometimes him, sometimes not, once or twice it wasn't even Etoile, but the broadcaster herself on her knees. Emp had smiled at her and made sure she knew that she could be played with later. But mostly the image remained the same as when he'd thought it. That most people attributed the cock she was sucking to be his? Well that just had to be fate. He had to do something to this high and mighty angel, this was only the beginning.

Suddenly there was a polite knock. It was her room, but still polite and civil, she knocked before she came into the room. Her face already looked tired. It was said you could never make an angel look less than beautiful and that was true. But without her wings, in her human guise, she looked exhausted. almost like she'd been wrestling with something. as she walked through the door her thoughts were jumbled. Unguarded for just a moment, and he got the most beautiful flash of her. Wings slightly tattered and she looked a little dirty. Almost as if she'd been thrown to the floor, or the dirt a few times. Crude images, tattoos possibly, or simply runic marks and words ran over her skin. Succubi sucker was only one of the catchier ones. And it was emphatically him. Or at least some version of him, he was stylized. Had larger horns, thick, strong dominant. And Evil. Of course all qualities he possessed anyway, but these were expanded, until they seemed to be the only thing that he was. Now more than ever he wanted that image to be true, herald or not, no little angelic bitch that held a trumpet would be denying him.

"Very funny." "It's never going to happen, your deceitfulness. Now take your apple and leave."

Her face went from tired to angry in a moment, and it seemed she had boundless energy now. That was good she'd need it. And what was that? A touch of fear, as she backed towards the door? How delicious, no matter why she was backing away, it was another point. With a very sudden movement and Nuitvide was beside her and behind her, his arm draped over her shoulder, his other upon the small of her back leading her into the room. "Now that isn't very nice, or hospitable. as you should know and as you pointed out, I have to stay on campus, and they've assigned me a room." He stopped letting it sink in. "This is it." He swept his arms majestically around her room, shutting the door as he turned. "Isn't it magical?"

His grin said it all, and his pause was only so he could interrupt her, as he sat her down upon the beds. His touch a little more than insistent. With a flourish he produced a signed piece of paper, from housing. "See legit and all, this will be so much fun. it's why I pushed the beds together. Brought you a snack. We can stay up late swap stories and go where the mood takes us. In the morning." He paused, wondering if she'd seen that earth film. A donkey declaring it would make waffles. Still hilarious. "You can make waffles."

"Are you worried Starshine, don't be. Besides roommates do things for each other, and I caught a glimpse behind those pretty little eyes. I saw that there's some image going around troubling you. And I just feel terrible, I mean who would do such a thing?" Inwardly and privately he grinned madly. Who indeed. "And since in your head you've got me there as your tormentor, I want you to know I'm not that kind of guy. I never thought this sick little scenario up. Far too tame for me, and you should know that. So if you want I can go out there and with a few well placed thoughts, at a few gossipy individuals, Everyone will be thinking something else. By tomorrow no one will remember that you were on your knees sucking a demon sausage like it was a communion wafer filled with your absolution. I can do that for you. Just say the word." He tried to keep the smile from his lips. It would tip the bargain far too easily, and let her know that he was toying with her. That not only would the next image he planted in the minds of the populace be worse than it's predecessor, but that she would owe him for putting it there. He couldn't and smiled anyway.

"But I'm afraid I can't get that image of me out of your head, you must have put it there. You see in cases such as that it's highly subjective, when I had the thought yes I was the one being serviced but like the shadowy puppet master I am no one could know that. I prefer to stay out of the limelight with those indiscretions, so my enjoyment of that image was purely my own. However you had me cast gloriously with slurs and horrible names across your flesh. Now whether that was because you saw it in someone else's head like that or because you embellished the details to make such an image of perversion; ME. I didn't nor did anyone else have any control over who you put sucking who's dick. Besides I'm much better hung than the image you had your lips about."

He sat near her on the bed. But a respectful distance and calmly; deliciously let his teeth sink into the apple he'd taken from the desk. Red skin, crisply tearing, and pure white flesh slowly being devoured by his polite and cultured bites. "It doesn't surprise me. Just like this apple. Pure smooth and white under it's blush. But if I let see the air, it'll turn brown and black underneath. Nothing is pure forever. We demons know that better than everyone, we weren't always like this."
 
“True, he does dote upon you far more than your siblings” She said with a grin as Ward finally got round to taking the seat next to Bella “you should have seen him when you were but a baby, the way his face would light up was hilarious” both her and Ward chuckled as they remembered those times.

“But as much as I would love to pull out baby photos and reminisce, that isn’t what I called you in here for” she opened her top drawer and pulled out a small mobile phone “I would love to allow Aylward to discourage your suitors as vigilantly as I’m sure he usually does, but the rules here apply to everyone”

She slid the phone across the table to Bella with a smile “so if does try too hard to get in to your bed, or heaven and hell forbid, someone decides to make a power play, call me and I’ll take care of what Ward can’t”
 
Bella smiled at the woman's sentimental words. She hadn't realized that she had known her father when she was younger. "It helps that I was the only girl out of the bunch," she said with a soft smile. The phone wasn't much of a surprise, especially with the explanation that went with it.

Reaching for the phone, Bella nodded her head slightly in agreement."I understand completely. It would be a hard thing to explain why Aylward was beating another student senseless, especially since few would know the true reasoning behind it.," She replied softly as she looked over at the demon in question. They had agreed that it would be easier to explain their closeness by posing as siblings.
 
“Well that and the official welcome is all I needed to say” the headmistress said as she stood up “it was a pleasure you meet you Bella” she continued with a polite bow before walking the both of them to the door “you should run along now though, classes are starting soon” and with that she quickly ushered them out of the door, but instead of coming out in the hall like they had entered, they emerged in to a stairwell.

“Well, that went better than I expected” Ward commented “I was half expecting her to chew us out for being late” he shrugged the thought away and smiled “oh well, I’m not complaining, what’s our first class?”
 
Etoile had been unsuccessfully trying to force the image of her sucking Nuitvide from her mind. Like any notion that had passed through the heads of demons and muses alike, it was a caricature of what it was supposed to portray. Etoile could only guess at how the image had differed when it had left Nuitvide's sick mind.

She tried to back out of the room but he was upon her in moments, still playing the polite courtier, seemingly trying to put her at ease. Before Etoile had gathered her scattered wits sufficiently to deduce that sitting on a bed beside the prince of lies was a fundamentally bad idea, he was already filling her head with conflicting thoughts. He pushed a sheet of vellum under her nose, clearly bearing the Headmistress's seal.

"See legit and all, this will be so much fun. it's why I pushed the beds together. Brought you a snack. We can stay up late swap stories and go where the mood takes us. In the morning... you can make waffles."

Etoile, a divine creature who could count on her fingers the number of times she had felt physical pain while in the human realm, discovered she had a nasty headache brewing. She opened her mouth to protest but again, he was ahead of her.

"Are you worried Starshine, don't be. Besides roommates do things for each other, and I caught a glimpse behind those pretty little eyes. I saw that there's some image going around troubling you. And I just feel terrible, I mean who would do such a thing? And since in your head you've got me there as your tormentor, I want you to know I'm not that kind of guy. I never thought this sick little scenario up. Far too tame for me, and you should know that. So if you want I can go out there and with a few well placed thoughts, at a few gossipy individuals, Everyone will be thinking something else. By tomorrow no one will remember that you were on your knees sucking a demon sausage like it was a communion wafer filled with your absolution. I can do that for you. Just say the word."

She grimaced with distaste and flushed with fresh embarrassment as Nuitvide described the image in such a manner. Even though she had been trained to shun evil influences and specifically warned about Nuitvide himself, his words were seductive. There was genuine sounding warmth in his tone, as though nothing would give him more pleasure than to aid her, with no ulterior motive. Despite herself, Etoile found a part of herself responding to his deep, melodic voice.

He was of course, playing to her greatest weakness here. Etoile could study hard, excel in everything she undertook and walk the halls with an air of ethereal detachment. What she could not do was make herself more popular or likeable. The human students saw her as no more than some benchmark to aim for academically. The decadent and depraved demons, muses and other such immortals regarded her with amusement, inferring that her purity made her naive and itching to see her fall from His grace. Even some of the other angels quietly resented being made to look like simpletons by her academic brilliance. She had very few people who genuinely liked her for who and what she was, who she could trust. What many perceived as aloofness was in reality a lack of confidence in Etoile because so many did not accept her. Who ever heard of a breathtakingly beautiful angel, highly intelligent, in God's favour, excelling at school... with low self esteem? Even Etoile conceded that it was absurd.

But she also know that this was why angels had fallen and demons had come to exist at all. They had all craved the closeness that came so naturally to humans. They yearned for self determination, to live lives of independence and self-fulfilment rather than servitude. Every angel knew this but always, throughout their immeasurably long lives, they would be tempted again and again by the illusion that it was possible to live without regard for the God that had created everything in love and to a greater purpose. That selfishness, corruption of the spirit and pleasures of the flesh were worth damnation.

Nuitvide continued to talk to her and Etoile willed herself to pay attention. With demons, there was always fine print and the verbal caveats were as binding as any written ones could be.

"But I'm afraid I can't get that image of me out of your head, you must have put it there. You see in cases such as that it's highly subjective, when I had the thought yes I was the one being serviced but like the shadowy puppet master I am no one could know that. I prefer to stay out of the limelight with those indiscretions, so my enjoyment of that image was purely my own. However you had me cast gloriously with slurs and horrible names across your flesh. Now whether that was because you saw it in someone else's head like that or because you embellished the details to make such an image of perversion; ME. I didn't nor did anyone else have any control over who you put sucking who's dick. Besides I'm much better hung than the image you had your lips about."

Etoile had not 'put it there' and she bristled at his words. She was as transfixed by that image as a human might be having witnessed some tragic horror. It had been branded onto her brain and she couldn't make it leave when Nuitvide took the trouble to describe it in such detail. He sat beside her on the bed and began eating the apple, his obvious relish a double-entendre.

"It doesn't surprise me. Just like this apple. Pure smooth and white under it's blush. But if I let see the air, it'll turn brown and black underneath. Nothing is pure forever. We demons know that better than everyone, we weren't always like this."

'We weren't always like this.' Etoile mentally seized upon that single fact and sought to drive all else from her fevered mind. There but for the grace of God and her own moral fortitude...

Etoile rose from the bed abruptly and made for the door.

"I do not need help of any kind from you." She insisted, twisting the doorknob with more venom than was generally expected of divine beings. "I want nothing to do with you. I am going directly to the Headmistress to straighten out whatever you twisted in order to be assigned this room with me."

She flung the door open, startling people milling in the corridor.
 
As soon as the door flew open it flew shut, and Nuitvide was there. He was still wearing his smile, but it was the only pleasing thing about his face. Horns were cresting from his skull, swept back, and curled, almost like a crown of thorns. his teeth were wickedly sharp. And his hand upon the door had made a sickening skitter against the metal of the handle, and she didn't need angelic senses to see the thin strips of copped that came off with his dragged talons. Even his voice was darker, colder, with a hiss that came from a forked tongue.

None of that however was as scary as his eyes. Proving his name truly was apt. Empty night. And they were. Black soulless things,. Empty, devoid of any emotion, unreadable and impossible. They were the abyss staring back into her, and the abyss saw as deeply into her as it was in itself. They threatened with their mere look, to swallow her, and cast her forever down. Falling her wings useless, to move. She would only exhaust herself fighting as she fell, never knowing when she would hit bottom. And when the torment there would start, she could only fall and forever anticipate the worst.

Then Nuitvide showed mercy. He backhanded her. The blow spun her to the floor and he was still atop her. His hands fell open across her head, her neck her face. he was holding back, the blows only dazing. "What is it about you bitches, that you cannot accept niceties. Must I be a monster? If so I can act like one." His hands slowed and he waited for her to move, before he would slap her side. "It baffles me. I am offering nothing but friendly greetings, good food, offering to share, to be kind, to remove an image you may have started to pass on. And you constantly reject my advances, my entreaties my offers of peace. Fine if this is all you know, violence and hostility it is how I shall answer. Go to the headmistress if you wish, I will only visit this upon you again, harder and harder. And no one will care. My record is not so bad they will assume this is completely unprovoked. And even now if people were to see. They would say you deserve it a little."

He ground the tip of a talon against her nipple and tweaked it, drawing only the smallest of cuts. Less than a paper cut, but shallow and hot, he knew it hurt.

"Such a stuck up bitch. "

He cut one of the ties of her robe.

"Useless cunt, was probably provoking him."

He cut another.

"Fucking slut probably came on to him."

A flick of his wrist bared her chest to him, and left a shallow bleeding scarlet line under her collarbone.

"Little whore was probably begging him to do it. You saw her face, in that thought, she was loving every minute of it."

Bared, hurt, and almost on the verge of tears, Etoile was the perfect piece of misery to Emp. He was so hard in his slacks, he felt they might burst. Slowly his features returned to normal, though his eyes, stayed. His hands were normal, and slowly he unzipped himself to take out his hardening member. Grabbing her by the hair he lifted her head up, placing her face within inches of his cock Slowly with his other hand he began to stroke himself, stopping only to wet his fingers from her tears. He assailed her, mentally, repeating in her classmates voices, in the voices of her peers, the teachers, the council, even the headmistress. All the horrible things he had been telling her.

Then on top of it his voice came in. "I won't make you Suck my dick. Not just yet. You'll want to first, so you do a good job. Otherwise I'm not letting that sharp little tongue of yours, and that caustic attitude anywhere near me. But you do; I suppose, deserve a little something for dealing with my frustrations. I think this should just about cover it." He hissed, his tongue slithering wildly and then roared, a dark empty sound, as his balls tightened. His release was Hot. Almost burning, and foul. Thick white streams, almost rivers of jizz flooded down Etoile's face. Soaking it in demon's seed. He jerked her head this way and that, painfully tearing it left and right so he could coat each cheek. He listened to it sizzle a little as it came in contact with her tears. Over her forehead clinging to her eyes, and a single thick blast into her mouth. Finally he was done and violently he threw her to the floor.

"By your God, you're worthless even as a fucktoy, barely even take a facial properly. I can see that I will have my work cut out for me. I'd clean myself up soon, but if I were you Starshine. I'd lick my face clean. Demon seed has a tendency to burn if you get it wet with anything but spit or piss. Probably feel that on the spots where your tears were huh?" He smiled and tossed a single pillow to her. "You can sleep on the floor as well tonight. It'll be good penance for you for causing me so much grief. Now I'll watch you a bit, and if you do a good enough job cleaning your face, I might just let you have a blanket, and fix the little burns on your face." His smile was the only bright thing in the room now. "But of course if you run, I'll find you in the night. It is my time after all. Sweet dreams Starslut."
 
Bella shrugged her shoulders slightly. "I thought you were Mr. All-knowing," she teased lightly as they walked along, "I think the schedule said History...maybe it was Biblical Studies...I don't know. You know I didn't sign up for these classes, Daddy assigned them to me." It wasn't like she would have remembered the classes if she had signed up for them herself. The girl simply wasn't interested in school, but it did give her time away from her father's all seeing eyes. At least with it being just Ward she was more likely to get away with something.
 
He slammed the door shut and Etoile could see his fingers were tensed with more than anger. She turned back towards Nuitvide and saw him changing; horns growing from his skull, his teeth wickedly sharp, his tongue forked and his appearance reptilian. She had never seen a demon in his true form before. Again she grabbed the doorhandle but the towering strength Nuitvide possessed in this form made it an exercise in futility. Her mouth opened to beg for mercy but it was then she met his gaze and the pointless plea died on her lips unuttered.

Nuitvide had a void where his soul should be. She had never seen such emptiness, his eyes threatened to swallow her whole and leave no trace that she had ever existed. Nuitvide was the walking antithesis of a creative force, he took, he consumed and he destroyed.

Etoile was rooted to the spot by that pitiless stare until Nuitvide backhanded her, sending her reeling and stumbling across the room. He advanced as she retreated, straddling her even as she fell and raining more blows down on her face. There wasn't a huge degree of force behind them but she could see the bloodlust in his sardonic expression, how much he itched to rip her limb from limb and hang the consequences. His voice rasped in his new mouth, slithering into her ear as though he was probing it with his long forked tongue, inciting terror, shame and self loathing with his practised skill as the prince of lies.

"Go to the headmistress if you wish, I will only visit this upon you again, harder and harder. And no one will care. My record is not so bad they will assume this is completely unprovoked. And even now if people were to see. They would say you deserve it a little."

Etoile's eyes filled with tears. Why did being good and hardworking have to make her such a target? Why did everyone want to see her fall, want her to be rewarded with the tail end of Nuitvide's sadistic lust? The demon's cock raged hot and hard against her clothed belly as he straddled her, leaving Etoile in no doubt whatsoever of just how much he was enjoying this.

His talons nicked small cuts into her nipples, slicing neatly through her modest, floor length dress. Right now it was hiked up over her knees, exposing her slim calves to an adult male for the first time in her life. Nuitvide then turned his attention to the ties on her robe, slicing through them efficiently before baring her breasts to him. Her skin burned with the shallow cuts, as though his claws were tipped with acid. He continued to fill her mind with the contempt of her peers, telling her what she already knew they thought of her, calling her a whore and a slut even as she tried to fold her arms across her exposed tits.

"Stop this! Please leave me alone." She cried, but Nuitvide continued as though she had not spoken. He arched and groaned and Etoile was forced to watch with morbid fascination as he resumed his human guise. her ordeal was not over yet though. Nuitvide unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, a part of him that apparently remained the same eye-watering size no matter what form he chose. He gripped her hair and pulled her up towards it, prompting Etoile to clamp her lips shut. Had she not been assailed by the damnable image, she would not have had the slightest idea that a male could want desire such a humiliating and unnatural act from a female. He correctly interpreted her reflex, his tone utterly scathing.

"I won't make you Suck my dick. Not just yet. You'll want to first, so you do a good job. Otherwise I'm not letting that sharp little tongue of yours, and that caustic attitude anywhere near me. But you do; I suppose, deserve a little something for dealing with my frustrations. I think this should just about cover it."

His hand worked faster on his member in a strange parody of what was supposed to be an act of love. He brandished himself like a weapon and rubbed fiercely. Etoile didn't even realise what he was trying to accomplish until it hit her in the face, quite literally. Thick ropes of vile demonic seed splashed over her and still Nuitvide maximised her humiliation by twisting her head around, covering her face with the foul substance. It burned her skin in places and she cried out blindly, only to be rewarded with a jet of the stuff directly into her mouth. Her throat burned, so much so that swallowing it was the only option. When he was done, Nuitvide threw her without warning, letting her ricochet across the room to land in a heap on the floor somewhere, her eyes glued shut. Still he had not visited enough indignity upon her.

"By your God, you're worthless even as a fucktoy, barely even take a facial properly. I can see that I will have my work cut out for me. I'd clean myself up soon, but if I were you Starshine. I'd lick my face clean. Demon seed has a tendency to burn if you get it wet with anything but spit or piss. Probably feel that on the spots where your tears were huh?"

A pillow hit her with no small degree of force. Etoile flinched away from the direction it had travelled from.

"You can sleep on the floor as well tonight. It'll be good penance for you for causing me so much grief. Now I'll watch you a bit, and if you do a good enough job cleaning your face, I might just let you have a blanket, and fix the little burns on your face. But of course if you run, I'll find you in the night. It is my time after all. Sweet dreams Starslut."

He seemed to particularly want her to swallow his seed. Etoile was more than academically gifted enough to know that there was no pregnancy risk from such a bizarre activity but it still felt degrading in the extreme. She had no other option though, blind and cowed as she was on the floor. She decided to get this over with quickly. scooping some from her left cheek and consuming it quickly, feeling it burn as it hit her wet mouth, as though she was swallowing acid. Etoile tried to cry out but no sound escaped her, nothing. She worked quickly and efficiently across her face, licking up Nuitvide's ejaculate from her hands and resisting the urge to cry and make everything worse. Etoile wasn't vain as such but she was accustomed to being considered exquisitely beautiful. It distressed her greatly to know that she could lose her looks if he refused to help her. She did not know how such burns could be treated in the mortal realm, if indeed they could be treated at all by one of her kind.

Finally, she had scooped the last of it from her eyelids until she could focus blearily on her tormentor. She tried to tell him that she was finished but again found herself unable to speak. The burns to her throat were too severe.

She was trapped in this room till morning and Nuitvide had conveniently rendered her mute. Shock and terror rocked Etoile's slim body until she was trembling violently, hyperventilating on the floor. Nobody would hear her scream. He could do anything to her. She lacked the strength to try standing and knew there was no running from him. The walls of the small dorm room seemed to close in on her as she descended into a state of physical and emotional shock.
 
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He was able to get to his room and grab the violen as he looked at the time on the clock on his desk he could see it was getting late. Mephisto quickly grabbed it and decided to run to his class the : Orchestra class instead of walkng quickly. he was able to dodge mos of the people with ease. he almost rn into a girl but was able to move out of the way and only bumped into her. Mephisto quickly turned around and yelled to her he was sorry.

Mephisto quickly ran into his first class with just barely minutes to spare,

"just in time" Mephisto replied as he quicklt took a seat and waited for theclass to start
 
Ward had memorized allot of things in preparation for coming here, he had to be sure that he could reliably protect his charge no matter what happened, it never occurred to him to do the same for the timetable, he knew where all the classes were, he just didn’t know which one to go to. He sighed “well, it’s hardly our fault that we have no idea what class we have” he shoved his hands in to his pockets and looked to Bella with a smile “so we can’t really be blamed for missing it, What do you want to do?”
 
"We both know what I really want to do, but since that's probably not going to happen today. I think we should find a copy of my schedule and try to make it at least some of my classes today," Bella said with a soft sigh. She figured that it would be best not to push anything too hard on their first day away from her father's influence.
 
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