How is This Possible 2 (Closed)

[VandalHeart]

Before reading this thread, I would suggest reading the prequel, linked in my sig line.

The sounds echoed into the night, the darkness seeming to savour her screams, her pleadings for help, for death, for more, for mercy. The night, the moon, only laughing back at her, He controlled those, they would be no help. None would hear the poor, helpless, mortal girl while she was being taken, raped, devoured by It. Those terrified sounds were merely melodies carried on the cold wind that night. That was what the others thought, those clueless people who opened their windows, thinking they heard something, something that was not right, something that raised the hairs on the back of their necks, something that needed help, but upon investigation, it was nothing more than an echo in the breeze. No help would come to Charlotte this night, not from them at least.

But one did hear her cries, her agonized beggings. She heard her screams, heard her gutteral moans, hushed whimperings, frantic breathing. She heard it all, loud and clear. The night itself was crystal clear, despite the cold wind. The sounds able to reverberate far into the distance, calling to the moon, to the winds, to the heavens. Calling for help, as It laughed. At the circumvent of all these places, that was where she was, a tear streaming down her soft, silken cheek. It had caught another.

Her own heart, pounding perhaps almost as hard, as terrified, as the girl's. The same fear, the same pain, the same pleasures, raged thru her own veins at that moment, as the girl howled into the night, another orgasm grasping her, as It moved, thrust, bucked into her captive body. Gabriella had to wrap her arms about her own body to keep from shuddering. She had to follow the sounds. She had to.

No, she could not help her now. Once It had captured It's prey, there was no hope. She could do nothing but watch, and watch she did, the pair, the girl pushed against the hard, cold wall, trapped, and It, raping her, mating her, devouring her. The girl turned her head, her terrified eyes staring out, staring at Gabriella, but not seeing her. She could see it all now, within those eyes, see, feel, taste, fear, all too clearly. She started to tremble.

She had been that girl, once, so long ago. Hunted, stalked, captured. Those screams had been her own, those same pleadings to heaven, to hell, to anyone that could hear her. Those same beggings for mercy, those same gutteral cries of extasy when It brought forth the first of several orgasms from her angelic body... It's disgusting breath in her ear, asking her if she liked it.

Angelic... yes. She was an Angel, a Guardian Angel. She had allowed herself to be captured, in order to save a victim, to save a soul. The rape, the rape had been horrible, It ripping into her, blood spilling, virginal blood, her body shuddering, convulsing, It laughing and feeding, surprised at the good fortune It had to capture, and defile, rape, a virginal body and soul, an Angel. It could have fed from her for an eternity, had It been able to hold onto her. Garbiella had survived the attack, and in a brief moment of It's weakness, when It's own climax overtook It and It spilled It's vile seed inside her, she had escaped, barely, with her soul. But she was not without her scars.

Sadly, Gabriella shook her head, a mane of the darkest of ebon swaying along her back, one loose tendril dancing before her eyes as she lowered her head in shame. She had been unable to help this one, unable to save her. She pushed back that dark tendril, for a moment her mind distracted from those horrible scene being played out before her... Her mane had once been the most beautiful golden, shining even brighter than the sun. Her eyes had that same golden hue, as if a thousand diamonds reflected the sun's rays. When It tore into her body, bringing forth that spilling of pure blood, a shadow had descended on the Angel, and when It was done, when she escaped, weak, whimpering, her golden mane had turned to the midnight black one sees now. Her eyes, still that pure honeyed gold, but the inner flicker of light, of purity was gone. She was condemned, defiled, tainted, unable to return to the heavens which had spawned her. This world now her only refuge.

Her wings, once magnificent, ethereal, glowing with that same golden hue, wings that indentified her as the heavenly creature that she was, were useless here. Lain tight against her body, they were the one reminder she had of once was, a past , a life, that It had taken from her that night, a life that she had willing sacraficed to save the girl.

At least she had saved that one. This one, was not so lucky.

She had vowed to save others from It, and in many cases she had. Did It know that It was her that warned, that changed a victim's course, that shielded them from It? Did It know that even now, as the poor girl's mind snapped, that she reached out to calm her, to gather her into a loving embrace.. to touch the poor girl's soul, before It could tear her apart, to hold her, until this agonizing ordeal was finally over?

Did It know, that It was indeed being watched?

It knew. It had always known since that day so long ago. She was like Its captive audience, Its own personal toy to play with. A nemesis It had already defeated aeons ago that It could torment for eternity. She was lost, and It knew it. She was nearly powerless, and It knew it.

She was an exile, and It thought that this was the most delectable truth ever.

Charlotte slumped to the ground, completely spent and broken. It collected her like a soaked blanket and summoned the balefire to teleport to parts elsewhere. She could track It, but the pirsuit would be taxing. However, she had motivation.

When It walked through the gate, she could almost swear that in the way It held Charlotte, she saw...care.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Gabriella - the Angel

~ she felt that chill, that all too familiar chill, grip her heart, coil around her soul, slither thru her belly. How much longer could she do this? Why was she drawn to It? As if the screams of It's prey, the fear of the potential victims, called to her like a beacon on the darkest of nights. Was she linked to those poor souls she desperately tried to save? Or, was she linked to It? That thought in and of itself made her nearly sick. But it was a thought she could not ignore, that same thought had plagued her dreams, her waking hours, her life, since the night, the night that He had caught her.

Gabriella fell back against the wall, dipping into the shadows she was using to hide herself. Whatever the connection, whether between victim and herself, or It and herself, she did not want It to see her. Unfortunately, she did not know the extent of that... bond. It already knew she was there.

The girl's screams, Charlotte, that was her name, Charlotte, her screams had faded into bare whimperings. It had spilled It's seed, It's searing, vile, essence, into the girl's sweet, abused body. At that very moment, as It roared out It's own obscene pleasure, Gabriella had stumbled back, the force hitting her harder this time than ever before. She felt her own body begin to shudder, violently shake, just as Charlotte's was, she felt It's climax.... as she always did. Only this time, this time, that sickening feeling was so much stronger. The more It fed, the stronger It became.

The Angel drew her nearly lifeless wings about her body. Stronger, It was becoming stronger.

She sank down to the cold concrete, trying to muffle her own sobs. The clueless people, mere mortals, would only hear that same haunting sounds carried on the breeze that they had heard before. Only this time, instead of fear, they would sense that overwhelming sadness. The sadness of an Angel, lost, cold, scared, and unable to save another.

Unable to save herself.

Gabriella let her mind wander, wander to a time, that seemed to be an eternity ago. She was a pure soul, never earthbound, instead her soul ascended to the heavens, to become a Guardian of those moral earthbound beings. Gabriella was young, she was unprepared for the horror she would see, the torture she would feel, she was unprepared, for It.

It had been stalking the earth for longer than her own soul had been in existance. Stalking, preying, feeding, raping, gaining strength.

Gabriella knew that the girl was being stalked. The girl, whose name is clearly unimportant, she nothing more than a college student, heading back to her dorm room after a night of studying at the nearby library. Or had she been studying? The Angel knew the truth, she and several others had been doing the unspeakable. Summoning, using the acient words of the dead, of the darkness, of the wicked. She had tried to halt what they were doing, but it was too late, the... summoning... had succeeded. But the Angel had manage to shield the girls, and the entire library, before IT could appear in the midst of the markings they had placed upon the floor. Her light had deflected the evil as It gathered, and instead, It screamed into existance some miles away. But It knew who called It, who summoned It. The girls were disappointed, Gabriella, not realizing that indeed their summoning had worked, bent to the task of touching each soul, of healing, for even the thought, the idea, of summoning such evil required her to guide those souls back to salvation. Otherwise, surely they would try it again.

But as soon as the girls left the Library, Gabriella felt the... presence, the awakening of evil.... and It was coming for those girls. The Angel was young, unprepared, and not nearly strong enough to gather all those souls to her for protection, even tho she tried in vain. She instead focused on the one girl who had done the actual summoning, whose voice had guided the others. It was her soul that It would seek, so thought the Angel.

The Angel was wrong, but did not know that small fact, yet.

It was late, it was cold, so very cold, the girl had thought to herself, as she walked. Cold for an spring night. She was just what It desired, the summoner, the voice for the others, the strongest of the 5 that had been in that Library that night. The need to feed was nearly overwhelming

The Angel saw It, moving, slithering in the shadows. The Angel knew what It was. The girl turned toward a whispered invitation, it was the Angel that screamed out a warning, a warning that flared deep in the mind of the girl.

She stopped in mid step, taking a deep breath...

"Go... RUN" the Angel screamed again at her, many would call it a premonition, or just that voice at the back of one's mind. The girl took a step back, from what one could not see. "Please... GO" the voice was insistant, It was getting closer.

That night, the Angel, in a desperate attempt to save the girl from something she herself did not understand, whispered to It, offering herself, foolishly thinking that she was powerful enough to save herself. She was wrong. She called out to It, hushed, from the same darkness It hid within "take me, leave the girl, to taste of one so ethereal, so pure surely is more tempting than the soul of a mortal girl" She never had a chance

The girl never knew she had almost... almost... been caught...almost met the same fate as the others. Til her dying day, she credits that voice, her Guardian Angel, she called it, for saving her from the horror that the others had suffered.

It caught the Angel in the shadows behind the Library. And just as she knew now, once caught, no help would come. Not even for the Angel. It knew, the moment those taloned fingers touched the being before It, It knew, that It had captured an Angel, a virginal, pure soul. A Guardian. The most powerful, the most desired, the most vunerable. The Angel would feed It for a thousand lifetimes, an eternity.

Gabriella, as soon as It's caress was felt, knew that she had made a grave mistake.

If any had looked into those shadows that night, tho none did, if any had, besides hearing the haunting echo of screams, of crying, they would have seen a strangely shimmering light, one may have called it angelic light, slowly fading. That night, the light within her soul nearly went out, she barely able to save a flicker. But a flicker was all she needed.

It had pinned her to the cold wall, Gabriella forced to stare into It's horriable visage. But all she could see were those eyes, and the blood within. She stared back, her own gaze glowing that deep golden hue. She would not show fear, she would not be afraid, she was an Angel. It only laughed. She was captured, trapped, entangled in It's web, between the cold, hard wall at her back, and the body of It before her. She tried to fight, she tried to scream, didn't they all, but It easily took control, It was always in control. The Angel begged for help, from the heavens, silence her only answer, she screamed to any who passed by, none heard, none saw, none came out that cold night as the Angel was raped. When It thrust Itself up and into her, lifting her legs about It's hips, to anchor her even more to that wall, that long, thick, hard length plunging into her body, her tightness closing around It, It ripping thru her virginity, the spilling of angelic blood, mingled with the aroused fluids that coated It's shaft, It whispered into her ear, that vile, disgusting voice asking if she liked it, telling her that It would feed well this night, and for an eternity to come.

“If I enjoy you enough, we might do this somewhere warmer next time"

Gabriella's eyes widen at that thought, those horrifying words. Next time? And again, and again, and again?

"Ohhhhh God... how is this possible" she herself screamed out as It impaled her completely, burying Itself within the warm, tight, angelic embrace of her body, she shuddering against that wall, screaming for help, screaming with no answer coming, only that deathly silence, and It's gutteral laugh.

The rape lasted a lifetime for the Angel, It bringing her to her very first orgasm, she crying out in shame, in humiliation, in fear, in pain, and .... and .... in pleasure. Yes, the Angel felt pleasure at what was being done to her, her mind desperately trying to deny what her body felt, her body that now, now that she had been defiled, that she had been tainted so thoroughly, became more human with every thrust of It into her. Blood flowed, heated juices coating It, slick, dripping down over It's heavy balls as It pulled out, only to press her against that wall again with another thrust. It looking right into her eyes, she could feel It, searching for her soul.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" she screamed in pure agony, her body going tense, violently shuddering, as another climax, powerful, raging, gripped her against that wall, catching It, by surprise. Her own pleasure, pain, essence, power, light, washing over It, flooding It, spilling out from her, both physically and so much more, the energy was nothing short of amazing, and the most power It had ever tasted. Light, life, purity, innocence, as well as thick warm fluids, tears, screams, all came splashing over It. The intensity was phenominal, and It found It's own senses a overwhelmed... the surprising tightening of It's balls, with one last delve into the tightness of the Angel's now submitting body, It climaxed, bringing one last, excruitiating cry to from the Angel.. It was defiling her, filling her with the most evil, the most vile of seed. Her scream ripped into the heavens, and still no help came. Only the shaodw of evil, that fathomless thick darkness, that descended upon the Angel at that moment, her golden mane gone, replaced by the midnight black of the depths. The light in her eyes dimmed, her soul barely able to survive the vicious attack..

But...

It, for the briefest of moments, barely a second or 2, collasped from the sheer intensity of the encounter, the light that came from the Angel was blinding in that moment, the power undeniable, feeding It, overflowing It, and in that moment, that was when she managed to escape, as she too collasped against that wall. One thing It had not been able to do, during that whole horrifying encounter, was get into her mind, at least not this time, altho It had nearly torn into her soul. As she ran, weakened, she knew that should she meet again with IT, she would not be so lucky. She was weak, vunerable, and... alone...

She had escaped...

But she was so very alone...

The vow came just days later, as she lay in hiding. The screams sounded as if coming from a dream, at first. But those sounds grew, louder, terrified, tearing thru the night. Gabriella had to follow, she felt drawn, the begging, the crying, the moaning, the whimpering, all reminding her of her own................................... She shook her head, not wishing to think about that.

She had no choice. This time she discovered only the victim, weak, nearly gone, from the terrible wrath of It. But It was close by, she could feel It, feel the cold, the shadow, the evil.

She could feel something stirring inside her, deep inside her.

It was hunting again, she would have to do her best to stop It, to save those souls, if she could ... she had too..

Gabriella before, golden haired Angel

Gabriella after, shadowed, darkened, ebon maned

She finally dragged herself back to reality. The past was just that, an eternity ago. To think of that, to relive that horror, only weakened her.

Her golden eyes opened again, just in time to see It gather the broken, whimpering girl, in It's arms. "NO" she thought in a panic. She had allowed herself to loose her connection to the girl, the poor thing, after having suffered so, Gabriella had comforted her, taken that snapped mind and sang to her, calming her, promising salvation. She had lost that connection, the poor girl was now lost in the hell that It had created for her.

"NO" Gabriella thought, no SCREAMED this time, just as the illumination of bale fire flickered in her eyes. It was taking this one, because she had lost that protective connection, the girl's soul was It's now, because Gabriella had failed. "NO" she sobbed, first she had failed in allowing the girl to be caught. But even in the past, if the Angel had not been able to save the body, she had been able to protect and save the soul, but not this time, not this girl, Gabriella had failed, miserably, and the girl, Charlotte, would suffer because of that failure...

"NOOOOO" she screamed one last time, emerging from the shadows just as It turned, their eyes meeting for that one second, what was it she saw flickering in there, was that, caring, as if this girl were different, as if It.... cared?...The balefire consuming It, taking It and the girl, leaving the Angel. Of course It cared, It had gotten ahold of a soul.

The Angel fell to her knees, her wings bursting forth to surround her sobbing form. She could not follow, not yet, she was too weakened to simply call up the sources needed to find It. It would take time, but she would follow. She would follow and save that girl, if she could. ~

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ She was weaker from this encounter than she ever had been in past minglings with It. The climax It had wrung from the girl, and hence wrung from herself as well, altho not as intense, had sapped her strenght, both in mind and body. She knew she had to follow It. She had no choice, to save that soul, from the eternal damnation, the never ending hell of being taken again and again by It, she had to follow, had to try.

Would she offer herself again?

That was not a question she was prepared to deal with at the moment. She had to turn the majority of her thoughts, her concentration, her power, to tracking and following... It.

She kept going back to that moment, just as It stepped thru the firey gate, and the look within It's eyes.

"I have to try and find You" she whispered to herself, as she stood in the center of the room. Where was she, one may ask... the room was dark, lit only by the dim flicker of a candle, only one, that was all that was needed. She stood in the very mid of that room, in the basement of an abandoned catherdral at the edge of the city. It was slated to be torn down, except the neighborhood people protested. "It's historical, a landmark" many bemoaned, wishing to save the grand old building. What many did not know was that this particular Catherdral had seen death, many times over, in this very basement. This Cathedral was not a good place. Not anymore.

This is where the Angel stood, the symbols she had drawn upon the old stone floor, surrounding her, the candle, one single solitary candle, sending that weak sliver of light against the much more powerful, much colder, darkness. In her right hand she held a blade, that sliver of light catching the honed surface, the reflection dancing on the wall. Gabriella was shaking, trembling, unable to calm herself. But she had to do this, she had no choice.

She began to chant...

"Jous uns'aa l' su'acon, Kalyar l' ssussun, l'inya wund l' veldrin d' oloth, har'luth l' yorn d' draeval, jous uns'aa vel'klar OL uriu alus, vel'klar nindel quortek zah'haren..."
(Show me the winds, Illuminate the light, gaze into the shadows of darkness, conquer the power of time, show me where IT has gone, where that soul suffers...)

Ori'gato l' ssussun, l' angelic, flohlu l' verin, wund l' charnaggen, wund l' chathen. Ori'gato l' ssussun dormagyn l' quortek dal e'et jiv'elgg
(Let the light, the angelic, follow the evil, into the depths, within the fires. Let the light save the soul from eternal torture)

Ori'gato l' ssussun flohlu ..... Ori'gato l' ssussun flohlu ... Ori'gato l' ssussun flohlu .....
(Let the light follow..... Let the light follow...... Let the light follow ...)

*** In case one wishes to know, the above is written in Drow.. here is a Drow Translation Site for any who may be interested****

As she chanted those last words, the blade sliced upwards, along her left arm, from wrist to inner elbow, opening the skin, her angelic blood flowing. She circled, as she chanted those words, hushed and whispering.... "Ori'gato l' ssussun flohlu ..... Ori'gato l' ssussun flohlu ..... Ori'gato l' ssussun flohlu .............." ~

 

[VandalHeart]

It laid Charlotte on the floor in the corner of the stone room. Righting Itself again, It snapped at the fireplace and ignited the cold air there. The balefire persisted. Home, once more. That shithole in New Orleans was already nothing more than a fading memory. When the pope came in the eighties and sanctified the place, It Had screamed more than It ever had, but excorcism to oblivion was a sentence reserved for those much less resilient. The bodies of the children the fallen monks had placed in the walls bolstered it's restorative slumber, and tonight it had risen to feed once again. Resting for strength, strengthening for feeding, feeding for power, power for...what?

No matter. Such questions were unimportant.

It reached in Charlotte's mind and plucked out the first male mortal image It could find. His name was William. I miss him. He treated her well. This never would have happened if I had stayed with him. He had never taken advantage of her. How could I have been so stupid? He had proposed to her. Why did I say no? She betrayed him. Oh, yeah...Grant. She gave herself to his brother. I don't even know why I did it. Not that she knows it, but she was drugged. I couldn't live with that secret. She still thought it was her own doing. I didn't deserve him after that. How perfect....

"William" began cleaning up the room. Rats, roaches, pidgeons, crows, pests of all sorts and sizes began to burn and vanish in balefire. He looked around the room, the defiling fire following his gaze and cleansing the room as it swept. The flames even lingered over poor, sweet Charlotte for a moment, searing away her clothes as she slept. They would not burn her, however. His balefire never touched that which belonged to "him."

A twinge arose on the back of his neck. Ah. The "Angel" was coming, if she could even be called that. And using black speach to track him, no less. Her methods had declined with her status. How close, he wondered, was she to losing all semblance of her innocence?

"Good evening, Scourge." He felt her blazing shock at the insult boring into his back. "That is what they call fallen Gaurdians, isn't it? Tell me, does YWEH even speak to you anymore," his head peered over his shoulder, this stolen, false husk of a memory, "are you allowed in her house in spite of the thing that you--I'm sorry--WE created? Did it hurt? Sting? Did it possibly burn when you excorcised your own child to oblivion?" Twelve seconds, and she was already on the brink of tears. New record. "Gabriella. You didn't even give me the father's right and let me name...what was it again? Or do Nephilim even have gender?"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Charlotte’s mind was numb, her body ached, the pain in her sex was excruciating. Her eyes fluttered open and then closed as they tried to awaken from the horrible nightmare she’d been dragged into. She could still feel It’s arms around her and she shivered at the thought of her dream threatening to return.

She shifted in her bed and sought out something, anything to keep her warm. Her naked flesh was cold and she wondered why she’d left the window open and how come her blankets were on the floor. Then. . .she breathed deep.

The smell brought her back. It’s smell. Her eyes clenched tight and she cried, hot tears fell in pools down her cheeks. “Take me home,” she whimpered. She shifted a little. She wanted to shift more. She wanted to lash out and tear, claw, bite her way to freedom, but she couldn’t. She was exhausted.

“Home,” she whispered again. That was all she wanted. She remembered she had one. It wasn’t fancy, but it was so much better then where she was now. Now was Hell. It was holding her, breathing in the scent of her sex, of It’s juice, of her release, a release she wanted to deny, but could not. She had found release at least her body had.

That release was evident as it settled against her slick opening. She whimpered as she clenched her eyes shut and willed herself to another place in time. That place seemed so far away, yet she knew it wasn’t. It was in fact a place that she’d visited just moments ago.

She was there. A friend. Someone that Charlotte had never met, yet she knew her, or at least felt her. The warmth of another. A woman.

Was she back? She was, wasn’t she? No. It was just Charlotte’s memories. While her body was violated Charlotte had been given a gift. The pain was still there, but something told Charlotte that the pain would have been worse had it not been for the being that had entered her and shared with her the torturous actions that took place on her skin and inside her body. Charlotte sent a prayer to the woman and then told herself how pointless it was to pray.

Prayer would not save her. Why pray? Wasn’t this thing. . .this It taking her away? Hadn’t It taken what It wanted without her pleas of mercy affecting It? Prayer. . .it was useless.

She had still been raped. She had still fallen victim to It. She was still with It. Her thoughts shifted back to the woman in her mind and she held onto the warmth she felt radiating from deep within her.

Charlotte didn’t know her name. It didn’t matter though. The peace and the love that had flowed to her, was all that mattered to Charlotte. She basked in the presence of that comfort and just as she thought there was a chance for her mind to separate herself from the horrible and violent act it disappeared.

She’d screamed for it to come back. Begged. Pleaded. But it never returned. It was there though.

It was there to hear her screams. It was there to hear her beg and plea for mercy. It ignored her or else It fed from her. Charlotte wasn’t sure. She just knew that the being had abandoned her, yet It had stayed with her. It had forced her to take It’s cock over and over. It gave her It’s seed. She took it. The being left.

Had the pain been to much? Charlotte had no clue.

Charlotte opened her eyes again, this time she was shocked to see she was not in It’s arms, but laying on cold stone floor. She sat up and tucked herself into the corner. Her knees came up and she pressed them into her chest. She knew she’d never be the same. It had not only raped her, but It had taken something from her. What? Innocense? Did she have any of that left? No. It had taken all of her. She was nothing.

Her eyes adjusted to the lighting in the room and she felt the promising heat coming from the fireplace. Her eyes drifted back and forth, sucking in whatever she could think of to use to protect herself, though deep down she knew she was lost to him. To It.

It turned toward her, but didn’t seem to notice her, or at least showed no sign that It did. She was sure It knew she was slowly becoming more aware. Was It talking to Itself? Suddenly as if a shield had blocked her vision, it cleared. “William?” she stuttered. What was he doing here? What cruel joke had William played on her?

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Her blood spilled, touched the floor, caressing the symbols she had etched there, her words seeming to slither around her. It happened so fast, faster than she had expected, wretching her from where she stood, in the basement of the cursed Catherdril, a blinding flash of light, the roar of screaming thunder, her body felt as if it were being torn asunder..............................

She hit the floor with a resounding *thud*, her breath knocked from her. Had she been truely mortal, perhaps she would have been unconscious, or even mortally wounded, or dead. If she had been a pure mortal, what she saw, as her eyes focused, would have driven her off the brink of insanity, what she felt, from the girl, Charlotte, her pain, her fear, her despair, almost did drive her to that brink...

"Charlotte" her name slipped from her lips, as the Angel tried to regain that contact with the girl's soul. But It was right there, too close, and much too powerful to allow that to happen.

"Good evening, Scourge.That is what they call fallen Gaurdians, isn't it? Tell me, does YWEH even speak to you anymore,"

Gabriella turned her golden eyes from the trembling form of the girl, to It. She tried, with every ounce of strength she had, to not show any emotion, but it was obvious that she failed miserably. She did not answer, words would not come, as much as she wanted them to.

"Are you allowed in her house in spite of the thing that you--I'm sorry--WE created? Did it hurt? Sting? Did it possibly burn when you excorcised your own child to oblivion? Gabriella. You didn't even give me the father's right and let me name...what was it again? Or do Nephilim even have gender?"

It knew !!!!! Gabriella crawled back against the wall, shuddering. It knew. She wrapped her arms about her body, the horrible memory, one she had managed to keep from invading her mind, her dreams, came crashing suddenly thru. IT KNEW. She was outcast, she was tainted, she was vile and filthy, not because of the rape, a rape that was not her fault, a rape that she had suffered to save another soul. No, the heavens would have welcomed her home despite that. It was the spawn that she carried, that had sealed her fate. The spawn that It's vile and disgusting seed had ..... had..... impregnated her with.

In her horror, in her complete and utter despair, the Angel had sought out the knowledge of the very depths that she fought to save other souls from. She had spilled her own blood, and the blood of a...... innocent.... yes.... an innocent... that night, that terrifying, wretched night, and ripped that evil, repulsive nephilim, the seed of It, It that raped her, from her body, from her soul, just as the babe, the nephilim, had been born. Her screams, even then, as she begged forgiveness, were answered with silence. The spawn's screams were heard, but not answered. Both suffered that horrible night.

And It knew....

And no, none of the Heavens even considered the Angel anymore. She knowing that this, lonliness, this despair, this horror of a life, was her eternal punishment, because of ... It.....

"It was, as You are, and I would not give It life" she managed to growl...

“William?” The name startled the Angel, for she did not see the image of a mortal male, an image that It projected for the girl. She saw It as It was, which for her, was the same creatures of her nightmares, ever since the rape and her ridding herself of It's spawn.

Gabriella turned her eyes to the girl, cowering in the corner, shivering. Could she save her? Save her from the horror that she knew would come, for It would want to feed again... ~

 

[VandalHeart]

He looked foreward to Charlotte again, a beautiful idea creeping into his mind.

"Tell her, Gabriella." The look on the fallen angel's face must have been priceless, but he couldn't see it at the moment. There would be ample opportunity to enjoy such things later. "Tell her what's happening. Tell her who we are."

The angel could not speak. The depth of her shock was too deep. What a wonderful way to re-enter the world. What a wonderful new chapter in a bountiful existence.

"You, see, dear Charlotte, Gabriella is currently subject to the one of the greatest forms of doubt. Her doubt is shame, doubt in one's self. She is forsaken, forsaken by all that is holy and even by herself. You," he said as he turned back to the broken girl on the floor, "doubt your sanctity. You wonder if you are worth anything, especially considering wht just happened to you."

He leaned down to lock eyes with her, sporting a grin that can only be called demonic. "And yes, everything you just experienced was very, very real."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Charlotte squeaked when she saw the image appear. It was an image wasn’t it? Another trick that William was performing on her. William? That didn’t seem right. She had seen It raping her hadn’t she. It was William. But William stood in front of her and William was standing there talking to this thing that had fallen from the sky. As they spoke Charlotte tried desperately to understand what was happening to her and where she was. Something told her It was not what It wanted to appear to her as. William was a smart man, but he wasn’t smart enough to carry off all this.

The room was growing warmer, the fire helping to chase away the chill she felt on her skin, but not in her bones. The being said her name and when she did Charlotte recognized it as the woman in her mind. Her panic grew as did her hope. Panic that her dream was not a dream but in fact, real. She had been raped by It and whatever It was would probably do it again. Hadn’t It said It would. Someplace warmer. She shivered at the thought, her stomach rolling with the idea of the rape occurring again and again.

The panic was quickly accompanied by the realization that the woman had not abandoned her, she had returned. They were no longer just connected mentally, but she was indeed there. They talked. The It and the woman. Gabriella. The It had called her that. It had called her many things. Words that Charlotte did not understand. She heard the words Scourge. . .what was that? And Guardian? Like a Guardian angel? Fuck that, this woman hadn’t done a very good job. Charlotte thought to herself. She hoped though.

God, how she hoped it was true. The whole Bible bit that had been shoved down her throat when she was a child, before she realized that sin was more fun then being good. Now she hung to those teachings. A song reached into her head and for a moment she thought of shouting it out just to see what would happen, but she didn’t. She wasn’t stupid. So far there was no heaven in her sight. . .just this thing and a woman that had abandoned her.

Charlotte’s eyes continued to fill with terror as the conversation continued as if she weren’t in the room. She swallowed her gasp of shock when It spoke of a child. She looked back to the woman. It was then that the light from the fire cast a soft glow that highlighted special features that Charlotte hadn’t seen before. “Fuck,” she hissed under her breath.

She saw the outline of what looked like wings. But they weren't beautiful, white, and glistening with sparkles like the ones in the children’s books she had seen as a child. Instead they were tucked in and they looked almost lifeless. The woman wasn’t what Charlotte had pictured angles to be. The beautiful flowing gowns of white and silver. Where was the glorious mane of hair that shimmered in the light? Where was the harp? The regal bearing? Where was the golden glow or the fuckin’ halo?

This was not an angel. . .this was despair. And she had been fucked by It too? She had gotten pregnant? A gasp of shock slammed into Charlotte as the thought of carrying this beast's child inside her forced a pitch to roll in her stomach. She swallowed the bile that threatened to rise up. She looked at the angel and knew that she’d probably done the same thing. Rid herself of It’s child or at least slit her wrists and take them both out. But an angel wasn’t supposed to do that and an angel couldn’t kill themselves... could they?

When It, William. . . turned toward Charlotte, she squeaked again and scurried back into her corner, unaware until that moment that she had moved closer to the two figures trying to hear what was said. She pressed herself into the cold floor and walls. Her eyes were wide in her face, the fear, confusion, disgust, hate... all were evident in her stare as It spoke to her.

She listened to It. Her eyes moved from the angel. Gabriella to It. Her lips shook as he explained in his way how the being doubted herself. How could an angel have doubt? How could she help her if she couldn’t help herself? She pushed away one of the tears that had gathered in the well of her eye and then another fell, followed by more. She wasn’t sure what to do or say.

“Real? None of this is real? You’re not here!” she screamed suddenly. Without thought to the consequences she reached up and raked her fingers down It’s face and pushed him away. She scurried to the woman and grabbed her legs.

“Please. . .please take me away from here. I don’t know how you got here but take me back with you.”

Charlotte screamed and begged the woman. Her arms tightened around the angel’s legs and she clung as if her life depended on it. . . something told her it did.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Gabriella tried to close her mind to It's words, even tho all It said were true. She was forsaken. In the eyes of the heavens as well as in the eyes of the mortals she desperately tried to save. If one did see her, as Charlotte was now, they would not see the angelic creature so many imagined, with glorious ivory wings and long flowing mane of gold, eyes alight with salvation, and the soothing song of redemtion on her lips. All one would see is the dark, despairing, weakened creature that Charlotte now stared at. Her wings dull and lifeless, her eyes no longer holding that salvation that the girl so desperately needed, those eyes, dull, instead glowed with the light of lonliness, the light of shame, the light of one that had indeed fallen into the depths of pain.

She managed to get to her feet at It turned It's attention to the girl for a moment. She looked around, before closing her eyes to get a sense of where they were. With a deep, trembling sigh, she realizes they are in It's realm, where It ruled. Mattered not if that realm were in Hell itself, one of the outter circles, or even still on the mortal plain. She had been here once before, for only a brief moment, as she severed the life of the spawn It had cursed her with, the damned soul, howling at what had happened, had dragged her own here, into this very place, for a moment only, as if trying to drag her somewhere It could get to her and exact revenge for the death of the spawn. But the Angel had still been strong enough to claw her way out, back to her own reality... She did not have that strength this time. But she knew, there were ways to escape, thier were always ways to escape, and she would find that way, with Charlotte.

Her only other option, would be to convince It to release the girl, release It's hold upon the girl's soul. If she could get the girl back to the mortal world, she could beg the heavens to protect her, that would be all that was needed, the girl would be safe, she .... hoped... In all honesty, as the Angel stood against that cold wall, the warmth of the fire not touching her in any way, not yet, the Angel had no idea what would defeat It at this moment. If anything.

The other thing that haunted her mind was, what if It took the girl here.... because......

The thought was horrorfying. But that may explain why ... why the Angel had thought she saw a look.... deep in It's eyes for that brief moment before It and the girl disappeared into the fire. It may explain why this girl, still lived.. She could not be sure, not yet at least.

“Real? None of this is real? You’re not here!”

The sudden outburst caught the Angel off guard, she lost in her own thoughts for those moments that It was focused elsewhere. She let her eyes fall to where the girl, in a sudden burst of strength, after having raked at It's face, now cowered against her legs, wrapping herself around the Angel, begging, pleading...

“Please. . .please take me away from here. I don’t know how you got here but take me back with you.”

Gabriella's heart broke in that moment. She herself could not get out, not right now, let alone being able to get the girl, or even just her soul, out of there. Her sobbing , her begging, the Angel began to tremble. She felt powerless, helpless, and at that moment, she hated It, more now than when It had raped her, so long ago. This girl was an innocent... As It turned toward the 2, Gabriella saw the blood, dark, vile, the stench was sickening, the Angel lowered, her heart pounding, already feeling, sensing the anger flowing thru It's veins.

"let her go.... " she enfolded the girl into her arms, drawing the naked, shuddering body against her own. She had no warmth to offer, but at least she could hold her, "please... just let her go.. You have taken what You needed from her.... please" Her arms tightened about Charlotte... terrified that It would rip her from her grasp and tear her apart. ~

 

[VandalHeart]

The feeble scratch at his face had served no purpose. Pain was his to control in this place. This place that he had created. He watched the exchange between the two of them and delighted in it. The girl begging for escape, the fallen angel's heart breaking. It was terrible. It was perfect.

"please... just let her go.. You have taken what You needed from her.... please"

"Actually Gabriella, I didn't need a single thing from her. I've subsisted on the victimization and degeneracy of your prescious humanity for so long, I was beyond my threshold of need long ago. I had a better idea, as a matter of fact. You can leave. The exit is right there," he said as he pointed at the balefire in the fireplace, "and you can even take little Charlotte there with you. But before you go, I would suggest thinking back to Humphrey Dufreign."

Gabriella gazed at him with a look of puzzlement.

"Oh, great lords of the pit, have you forgotten EVERYTHING?!?" His voice boomed over the great void that surrounded them. "YOU CAN'T EVEN PAY ENOUGH ATTENTION TO YOUR SURROUNDINGS TO COLLECT A SIMPLE FUCKING NAME?" He paused, waiting for comprehension to dawn. He sighed with feigned exhaustion. "Charlotte, you remember Humphrey Dufreign, don't you?" he asked, knowing that she knew the old man who had stared right through her right near the end.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Charlotte shook in the Angel’s embrace. She tucked her head into her chest and tried to calm herself as the Being pleaded with It for her freedom. She refused to look at It, praying that pray that she knew meant nothing, though she did pray it anyway. Her eyes did shoot open and she did turn toward It when It spoke again.

He had just said she could leave and he had just pointed out an exit. Her hope soared. Freedom! She could almost taste it and then he mentioned a name. Humphrey Dufreign. Her mind had blocked him out. She looked to the Angel wondering if Gabriella knew what It was talking about, but the Being looked confused too. Her eyes shifted back to It and she tilted her head, shuddering in fear as he shouted at her.

Her thoughts suddenly were pulled into the past and a painting seemed to emerge inside her head. She trembled and fell to her knees as she slowly started to rock back and forth. “He was just an old man,” she whispered as the memories flooded her senses.

Humphrey Dufreign had been coming into the Taste of Italy for years. She had served him coffee and slices of pie, often paying for the scoop of ice cream from her own wages. He wasn’t a bad man, but he had problems. She looked to Gabriella. “Humphrey drank a lot, gambled too. He came into the restaurant one night. He looked sharp, like he had won it big. A new suit and several hundred dollar bills bulging out of his wallet.” She took a deep breath.

“He told me he was leaving town. He had hit it big and was heading back to his kid. He had a daughter. Said that was why he liked me so much. I wasn’t thinking. . .”

She pressed her fingers to her eyes and wiped the tears away. “My boss, he’s not a nice guy. Big with the Mob. He came in and saw Humphrey all decked out, but said nothing. I wasn’t thinking. . .” she whispered again. “I blabbed that Humphrey was leaving town, hit it big and was heading back to his family.”

She closed her eyes, but continued reliving the nightmare. “I knew as soon as I said it I shouldn’t have. Humphrey turned tail and ran for the back door. A wave of the hand was all it took and two goons were heading after him. I ran too. I screamed for them to leave him alone. They didn’t.”

Her body rocked back and forth. The cold floor continued to seep into her skin and bones. “I watched them beat him. They kept hitting and kicking him. He screamed that he’d pay them. It didn’t matter though. He didn’t have enough money and he was skipping town. They beat him till he was dead, then left him there. I crawled over to him and held his hand.”

Charlotte looked up. “I didn’t know he owed them money, it wasn’t my fault he died. I told him I was sorry. I told him that I would have loved to be his kid. He called me a whore. Said I was no good white trash. . .then he spit up blood. . .spit it at me really, then died.”

Her eyes connected with It. “I didn’t mean it. I didn’t. Is that why you took me? Is it a punishment for something I did. . . Or am I supposed to help someone? I don’t know. I don’t understand what you want from me. Tell me. Tell me what you want and I’ll do it. Just don’t hurt me again. Please.”

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Oh, great lords of the pit, have you forgotten EVERYTHING?!?" His voice boomed over the great void that surrounded them. "YOU CAN'T EVEN PAY ENOUGH ATTENTION TO YOUR SURROUNDINGS TO COLLECT A SIMPLE FUCKING NAME?"

The Angel stared back at It, but said nothing... she knew that silence tended to bother It, she had learned that during her own rape, and it was reaffirmed during Charlotte's. It always wanted to hear the screams, the voices, the fear, the hatred of It's prey, especially when It could not get into said prey's mind. That was the one thing Gabriella had on It. She could shield her mind, but....

that was becoming more and more difficult.

“I didn’t mean it. I didn’t. Is that why you took me? Is it a punishment for something I did. . . Or am I supposed to help someone? I don’t know. I don’t understand what you want from me. Tell me. Tell me what you want and I’ll do it. Just don’t hurt me again. Please.”

Gabriella realized who that old man had been, the one staring out the window, the one who pretended to see nothing, but actually saw.. everything... the one who convinced any of the others who looked out the night prior, any who had heard the screaming, that it was coming from afar, not right under their windows where the rape was happening. As she listened to Charlotte's hysterical whimpering, her mind saw the old man, Humphrey Dufreign, she saw the evil glint in his eye.

The old man was nothing more than a spirit, a murdered soul, and The Angel realized that he had offered IT... Charlotte... a sacrafice, an offering, perhaps a soul for a soul...

"I understand now" she finally said, gathering Charlotte closer into her arms, the girl was shivering, almost violently and Gabriella extended her nearly dead wings to enfold around her. "She was a offering to You, one You could not refuse. You must be getting tired of hunting, and this was just too good to pass up, an old man's soul, one that blames her for his killing, for her own soul."

"Shhhhh" she comforted the girl... "Just quiet down... pleading with It will get you no where. It only understands pain, rape, humiliation, shame.."

 

[VandalHeart]

It laughed at Gabriella's words. She still didn't get it.

"My dear, sweet Gabriella. Just because you're grasp of manipulating the living world has deteriorated to the point of a quadriplegic competing in the olympic high jump, it does not suggest that mine has. Didn't you ever wonder how I got out of that wretched nunnery in the first place? Humphrey Dufreign was a man on his last threads of sanity. He was so far gone to insanity from loss that he started to think that only God or the devil could get him out of it. God in her stupidity offered him solutions he didn't want, solutions that would take too long. Plus she wouldn't talk to him directly. Add this to the fact that he was in fucking New Orleans, the very birthplace of 'modern' hoodoo, and viola! instant loosed Demon of Doubt! Hot off the grill, ready to serve up despair!"

Gabriella called him a son of a bitch. It never skipped a beat.

"Yes, the devil is a female soul at the moment, if the grapevine is correct, but she's not my unholy mare. Regardless, our fine suplicant who is the subject of this story offered me a deal. He'd loose my bindings if I made him rich. Rich! That's all, nothing more. No protection, nothing supernatural, he didn't even ask for a sexual experience that he would remember even after he was dead.

"So I sweetened the pot with it anyhow."

He looked at the two women, one mortal, one supernal, both nearly broken. Nearly, because Gabriella still had some will left in her and Charlotte had no idea the depths of humiliation and pain It could still take her to...and would.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Charlotte stayed next to the Angel, her embrace was all that was keeping the sanity from leaving her. She could feel it trying to slip away, but it was still there. She looked up at the Being and for a moment, considered praying, but she couldn’t. God had abandoned them both...hadn’t he? She listen to the Angel... Gabriella and she stayed quiet, though silent tears and small whimpers escaped her.

She listened though she listened to the two of them speaking. Charlotte wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box, but she wasn’t the dullest color either. She heard the two of them speaking as if she wasn’t there. The Angel had comforted her, but then just as quickly she’d left her. She told her to be quiet. So she had.

This It knew of Humphrey. As did Gabriella. Charlotte studied them both. This wasn’t about her. It was about them. She was again nothing, just a pawn for someone else’s game. She released Gabriella. Her lips trembled. “I am not supposed to be here. This isn’t my war. . .let me go home. I don’t matter. I don’t count. Settle this between yourselves. I’m nothing to either one of you.”

She lost the battle she fought. She pleaded with It again. Begged. Whimpered. Cried. Then she released the Gabriella and tried something different. She crawled to It and kneeled at It’s feet. “Please. . .please send me away.” She bit her lip. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just let me go home.” Her words fell as quietly as her tears.

Her knees hurt from the cold floor. Her nakedness no longer even something she was aware of. Her fingers were clenched into fists. She begged and pleaded silently as she rocked back and forth waiting for him to release her.

 

[VandalHeart]

"Not your war, eh? Charlotte, but this is your war, as much as it is a war in the first place. You see, if it were a conflict that more than one entity could win, then it would be a war, and you would be a spoil of it. But it isn't. And you are not simply caught in the middle, you are the crux, the fulcrum on which this entire situation balances. You see, I want to keep you, and the last time I didn't get what I wanted, your friend Humphrey paid the price for it. Wasn't his fault, wasn't caused by him, in fact, it all ended because of him. That didn't stop me from paying him back the favor with a little death. And he helped me out of a real bind."

He glanced at Gabriella and chuckled at this before returning his attention to Charlotte.

"You haven't done anything for me. Why should I do a fucking thing for you?"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The more It talked the more fear shot through her. Charlotte felt herself tremble as her eyes filled with tears. How much could one cry before there were no more tears that fell? How much could they shake and shiver before they felt warm again? She closed her eyes and opened them. It was still there and so was she.

“Want me?” she asked. Confusion was evident in the young girl’s face. “I’m nothing. Why do you want me? I am not special. Just some girl who has a fucked up life.” She pushed back her hair, tucking it behind her ear and then something happened. She looked to the Angel and growled low. “You’re useless. You can’t help me, so why are you even here?” she asked her.

She turned back to It. This time her thoughts were focused on his words to her. She was still frightened. Still scared. And still wanting to return to her useless existence on Earth. She glared at him, as she rose to her feet. Her nakedness glowing in the firelight. Her eyes flashed with a new feeling one of anger mixed with determination.

“I haven’t done anything for you? What the fuck do you think raping me was?” she screamed at him. “Do you think fucking me on the streets wasn’t enough! I have nothing more to offer you asshole.” She was snapping now. Everything in her was fighting back. He had said he wanted to keep her and suddenly Charlotte realized that meant she wasn’t going home. NOT going home was not an option for her.

“What the fuck do you want? I’ll do it. Name your fuckin’ price and then get the hell out of my face.” Charlotte decided that whatever this thing was she was going to treat It like it had her. Like trash you found, looked at and then discarded it.

 

[VandalHeart]

It grew a foot taller and reverted completely to it's original form. Red eyes blazing and skin that ate the light that touched it, It opened It's mouth to speak and dry heat poured over Charlotte as she was picked up by her neck.

"MY DESIRES ARE YOURS TO CATER TO, NOT QUESTION, LITTLE WORM. YOUR SHOUTING, WHILE ONLY SLIGHTLY EXHILIRATING, IS USELESS. THE SOONER YOU LEARN TO KEEP AN OBEDIENT TONGUE IN YOUR FRAGILE LITTLE HEAD, THE BETTER YOUR FUTURE WILL LOOK."

It tossed Charlotte aside like a rag doll and snapped a split second before she would have landed, conjuring a bed to catch her. The fallen angel immediately registered confusion. He - It took the opportunity to seize the once glorious being by her hair and force her to the ground.

"Charlotte, many things are worse than death - this you knew. One of those things is rape. However, even rape is devastating by degrees, and wose things can happen."

The demon spread It's wings for Charlotte to see for the first time. Tarnished silver blades protruded from hatefull, bleeding skin arches. This was his true form. Ingorance coupled with fear, his weapon, seemed to radiate from every inch of It's being. The granite, wooden, indescribable thing that was It's member stood ready to skewer It's captive. It kneeled, stradling the once mighty woman.

"Watch, and do not turn away. If you miss anything, I promise I will fill in the blanks so you know exactly what transpired."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

The rape of the Angel

“You’re useless. You can’t help me, so why are you even here?”

Those words rang in the Angels mind, and tore at her soul....

"You're useless. You can't help me, so why are you even here?"

Over and over, she heard those words, heard Charlotte's fear, despair, anger, ringing within those words...

"You're useless. You can't help me, so why are you even here?"

The moment those words were uttered, another feather from the Angel's wing, fluttered to the ground.

The moment those words were uttered, the light in her eyes dimmed, the Angel almost stumbling back, the pain ripping thru her.

The moment those words were uttered, Gabriella felt her soul begin to split even more, despair, damnation, darkness, shadowed her eyes, cloaking her soul.

The moment those words were uttered, the Angel was lost.

It's taloned fingers wrapped into her long dark mane, a gasp was all that could escape her. Thrown to the ground, her eyes going wide, knowing, knowing what It was going to do. Gabriella clawed at the cold, hard rocks beneath her, desperate, begging.. "Please... don't .. not again... PLEASE" The memory of her rape, altho happening centuries ago, was as vivid as if it happened yesterday.

It was right, there were things worse than death, to suffer beneath It, to feel It rip It's pleasure from her own body, to know It again would fill her with It's vile, cursed seed.

The Angel was in a panic, screaming, crying, her wings fell forward to touch chilling cold of the stone she was trapped against, the ground as despairing as the night around her was dark. It reared over her, she feeling It's aroused hardness, the disgusting caress of It's hands, chilling, razored sharp as It gripped her hips. She was helpless, vunerable. She could not help the girl, she could not even help herself... "pppppleaseeee" she begged.. her head lowering, the whole of her form shuddering with her cries.. but It only laughed, just as It had the first time...

Gabriella tried to brace herself for what was going to happen, she tried to control the fear, the loathing, the panic, that was flooding her system. Sobbing, she lifted her head, her eyes meeting Charlotte's... she reached out, her fingers raking the ground, reaching out to the girl...
"please" was all she could whisper.. ~

 

[VandalHeart]

Grabbing hold of the robes that covered Gabriella's body, It sundered and tossed the ethereal cloth in one violent motion. It's blackened wings slammed into the ground, embedding in the cold stone. The feathers of steele pinned her wrists in position to keep her on all fours. She would lose more than just her hands if she tried to pull herself loose.

"Haven't you figured out that begging only makes this better for me?" It asked.

It pawed at her back leaving marks like the lashes of a whip on her skin. The feeling of such was there, but the dreadfully slow pace of his stroke likened the pain to beading dew on a window. Like an allergic reaction, but an inch deep and sharp. And It wasn't even using It's claws yet.

But that time had come, so at the end of one of the strokes down her back, he dug both thumbnails into the skin just above her butt. Angel's blood not being as coarse and sticky as human blood, it made a nice lubricant. And the way one has to get it....

The pale blood flowed like a punctured waterskin pouch. It flowed over her hips, over her ass and legs, over the seams in the stone floor. When it touched the infernal masonry, the blood boiled and snapped, making sparks and whines. The blood that didn't incinerate flowed deep into those cracks and started to burn, producing a soft blueish glow. The smell was almost pleasant, were it not tied to the memory of such happenstances.

Deep in his - It's - mind was the memory of the first whiff of that odor. The triggering of the thought sent pangs of rage and hurt through it's soul. The betrayal of the first days....

"Gabriella, look at Charlotte. Meet her eyes and show her your pain." It lifted her head and waited for the bond to snap into place between the two of them, proof that the fallen angel had done as commanded. When the order was not followed, It twisted her hair and pulled hard, maximizing the pain with dark speech. Once more Gabriella pleaded for mercy before she finally complied. Their eyes met. The bond of disgraced Gaurdian to helpless soul formed. The Demon felt the reaction. It proceeded.

It slammed into her tight hole with full, unceremonious force, burying Itself in her completely. It's head stretched the back of her inner wall, pushing further than physics would allow, had such rules applied. Before it pulled out to begin thrusting again, it waited, rinking in wave after wave of pain as the angel involuntarily orgasmed and twitched, working desperately to accomodate the mass. The fact was not so much that It was large, but that she was so small. True, the demon had fashioned an unusually large member for itself, but Gabriella had done no such modifications to herself, and left unnattended for two hundred years, space inside her sex was not in abundance.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ She did not see It behind her, she kept her vision locked in the girl's. But the horror in her eyes told the Angel all she needed to know. The chill of It's wings, as they descend around her, It rearing over her, the razored steel tips peircing stone, tearing into the hard rock as It anchored her, the Angel nothing more than a beautiful, fragile butterfly, entangled in the web of the Spider...

"Haven't you figured out that begging only makes this better for me?"

The words caused as much pain as what It was about to do, would cause, she answering with only a shuddering moan. Her golden eyes, dimming slowly in her fear, in her terror, still locked on Charlotte's. "Don't make her watch this" she finally said, as that look of despair, resolution colored her eyes. She could not stop this, this was her punishment, her hell. Down her soft cheek trailed a tear. It would shred her apart, that much she already knew. If the first time had been horrific, this would be even worse. She were in It's lair now, where It, was Lord and Master....

Gabriella tore her eyes away from Charlotte's. She would not subject her to the agony that would shine in those eyes. She could not do that to her. She closed her eyes tightly as It slowly, excrutiatingly slowly, lashed her back, the pain, sharp, burning, bubbling up from within. It took all the strength the Angel had to not howl in pain, in terror. A deep, hissing sound is heard as she desperately fights that scream that wants to erupt free from her lips.

She felt It dig It's claws into her hip, just about the supple curve of her bared ass. Blood, It was going to draw the blood needed for ... for... her eyes snapped open as It tore open the skin, her angelic blood easily flowing, with the faintest of glows, the essence of what she was, fading, as the warm crimson liquid flowed over her flesh, along the smooth cheek of her ass, to drip down over It's engorged head, thick shaft, coating that steeled length, before falling to the floor with thick wet droplets...

The Angel, shuddering, moaning, sobbing, suddenly went silent. Her eyes, lifting once more, met Charlotte's before she actually turned her head to look over her shoulder at the Abomination that was about to rape her. Where the Angel had thought there was no connection between It and she, that It could not get into her mind, rape her thoughts, she had been wrong. There was a bond, a chain, a link between them, a horrifying thought yes, but it was there, the Angel suddenly seeing, remembering, what memories haunted It. As her blood soaked It's member, as the scent of her despair, her pain, her essence, thick and heavy, curled thru the darkened space, that memory became even more vivid. Rage, hurt... PAIN... she suddenly felt IT'S PAIN.. her body stiffened as that searing pain jolted thru her mind, her soul... Rejection, Damnation, Fear, Doubt, Rage, Revenge, all slammed into the Angel in that moment...her head lowering, her eyes rolling back, she almost fades into that welcoming blackness..................... The image of another Angel floating in that blackness... or was it just her pleading hope of being saved from this ... hell...

"Gabriella, look at Charlotte. Meet her eyes and show her your pain." It's growl, the wrap of It's talons into her long dark hair, yanking her head up, her eyes again meeting Charlotte's..

"no... don't make her watch this.... this horrible act... PLEASE" she begged, knowing deep down that her words would make no difference. That this was to hurt the girl as much as it was to hurt her. The Angel closed her eyes.. "no... NO.. I will not make her suffer this.. NO"...

Her words melted into a scream as It arched her back, It's vile words curling about her throat, "mmmmercy...please....." she almost said It's name, almost, but did not, knowing that saying It's name would only allow It deeper into her mind, into her soul. Her begging silenced as she locks eyes with the girl, delving past her staring, horror filled orbs, deeper, into the helpless girl's soul. She could hear that poor soul crying..

"Oh God" she thought, "It's going to rip into her soul thru me"

It growled and thrust forward, It's slickened length, dripping from her blood, plunging into the tightess of the Angel's sex. Gabriella howled, the sound coming from the deepest part of her, if one listened, one may have heard a gutteral "God Help Me" intermingled in that mind shattering howl of pure pain and despair. The Angel's body shuddered, shook, beneath the thrusting Demon, she unable to stop what was happening, her body, her sex, tightly sheathing It's length in a vice like grasp. Her wings quivered, another, and another, and another feather dropping, the light in her eyes, almost gone.

To her own absolute horror, she began to release her own fluids, mixing with the blood that coated It, warm, slippery, her screams still echo to the heavens above, those silent heavens.

Golden eyes still caught in Charlotte's, begging the girl in that stare to forgive her for not being able to save her, the Angel begging to be saved herself, as the Demon rode her, tearing into her, ripping her apart in It's attempt to get to her soul. ~

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Charlotte’s eyes grew wide in fear and shock, her breathing was ragged as the creature grew taller and strangled her neck. She clawed at his arms, but his grip would not waver. Her lungs burned and when he tossed her to the bed. She hit the wall and stared at the floor, her body in pain. Before she hit the cold, hard surface a bed appeared and she fell onto it. She groaned in agony and desperation as she gazed at the beast.

His voice echoed in her head. His words marked her soul and had she the will to scream at him she would have, but she didn’t. Her thoughts were quickly pulled from herself and her problem to the angel. She gazed at the Being and saw the hurt that her words had caused. Her fist went to her mouth as she watched the feather fall and she felt her heart weep at the site before her. She started to form the words “I’m sorry” when suddenly she saw the Demon reach out and grasp the Angel.

She watched as Gabriella was jerked around and forced to her knees. Charlotte’s jaw dropped and her hatred for the creature grew. She hadn’t wanted this. She hadn’t wanted the Angel hurt. Her eyes glazed with fear and unspoken words as he ordered her to continue looking at what was about to take place. The bile in her stomach from earlier returned and something told her this time she would not be able to hold it back.

Charlotte covered her ears, yet she still heard everything. She closed her eyes but she still saw it all. He was showing it to her, making her listen, making her watch. Her eyes filled with tears as she opened them and gazed upon the creatures before her. One in pain. One in pleasure. She couldn’t leave the Angel alone and so she stayed there watching. Charlotte tried to send her thoughts of love, mercy, strength. Whispered “I’m sorry’s” filled the air and she prayed the Being would receive them. She’d caused this and for that Charlotte took what share of the punishment she could.

Gabriella reached for her and Charlotte longed to touch her. Before she could the Demon had locked the Angel in the enclosure of his wings and Gabriella fell back in fear as she saw the glistening edges that would surely slice through her if she interfered. She felt the pain that the Angel endured from the marks that were reigned across her back. Charlotte found her voice and she screamed for It to stop what he was doing. She begged and pleaded. She saw how it fed from that and instead went back to gaze into the eyes of the Angel.

“Hold on to me,” she whispered to her.


The Angel held for as long as she could. Charlotte knew this. Then suddenly it shifted. Charlotte screamed as she felt the stabbing pain the Angel felt. She howled and clawed at her skin, trying to free herself from the madness that surrounded her. She felt the darkness threatening to consume her and as the Angel screamed for mercy and begged for help Charlotte lost the connection she held and was subjected to the torture the Being was receiving.

“STOP!” she screamed and dived from the bed and lay at the Demon’s feet.

“Stop... tell me. Tell me what you want me to do. I’ll not fight you. I’ll do whatever it is you wish. I will be yours. Release her and I will cooperate. I will be your slave. Just let her go. This is my fault.”

 

[VandalHeart]

It ceased It's thrusting at the sound of Charlotte's words. This was wholly unexpected. Charlotte was not the type of person to sacrifice herself. This made no sense. It didn't care though. It had so seldom had a regnant that it didn't want to pass up the opportunity. And what a powerful regnant Charlotte would make.

"My slave? Hmm. Very well. Then speak my name."

The demon motioned at the floor beside Charlotte and It's name spelled itself out in balefire. It wrapped his hand around Gabriella's mouth so that she could not interfere. Charlotte would not be able to comprehend the implication of what she had offered, so the fallen angel's words would be pointless. Of course it was a bad idea, of course Charlotte would not want the existence of being It's regnant, but nothing Gabriella could say would convey the wieght of that severity. Besides, not even an undefiled or unforsaken Gaurdian could stop free will.

"It is as simple as speaking that word you see before you. Put the intent of surrender in your heart and soul and speak my name."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~It stopped, buried in her shuddering body... for a moment, all there was, was silence. The Angel's cries fading, the begging of the girl ceasing, the roar of the Demon melting away, to absolute silence. Gabriella's head fell forward, lowering, eyes closing. Thick tears still caught within them. She could feel It's peircing length pulsing inside her. Feel her blood still seeping over her skin. But over all that, she felt the touch of the Girl, Charlotte, reaching out to the fallen Angel, offering her the mercy the Demon would not grant. Gabriella took hold of that, desperately.

Charlotte had just surrendered herself. The Angel's head snapped up... No, No, oh God, NO.

"I will be your slave. Just let her go. This is my fault.”"

"no.. NO DON'T" she tried to scream, but the words would not come, her throat constricting as all that was heard was a strangled cry...

"My slave? Hmm. Very well. Then speak my name."

It's name.. to speak It's name would allow It in, access, would allow It's evil to penetrate, to saturate, to possess, her soul.

"Charlotte... NO" but again the words only came out as a mournful moan, that quickly silenced as It's clawed hand wrapped about her mouth, pulling her head painfully back, a low growl rumbles in her ear.

The Angel was silenced, only able to watch and listen in horror at what Charlotte was going to do, do for her. It was still throbbing deep inside her sex, basking in the heat of the Angel's body while it waited, she helpless to stop what was happening, helpless to stop a soul being sacraficed for her, Charlotte was more blessed than she herself was, and the Angel found herself sobbing silently, warm tears rolling over It's hand ~

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She looked at the Angel and then back at the Demon. She studied the name, rolled it in her head, before closing her eyes. She reached out to the Angel, unsure if she could hear her or not. “He said he’d let you go,” she told her.

She said the words again, this time looking at the horrible thing that was still buried to the hilt inside the once glorious Being. “You said that if I speak your name you would let her go. I don’t understand the workings of things, but I do know that once a contract is agreed to it is supposed to be honored.”

Her eyes flared with hate. She would be his slave. . .not a good one, not a trusted one. . .not even a nice one. . . this she promised herself.

She took a deep breath and locked eyes with Gabriella. “I’m sorry this happened. I’m sorry I said you were useless. I am useless. I shouldn’t have fought him and caused you this pain. I am not evil . . . I am sorry.”

She closed her eyes and took one more calming breath. Her body felt stiff as she watched the name glow and pulsate in front of her. Her fingers trembled as she opened her mind to all her surroundings. She smelled the scents of sex. Decay. Death. Despair. There was so many scents that she’d never smelled before now that she was willing to open her thoughts and senses to the Demon before her. She felt the air around her close in and for a moment she thought of what she was about to do.

But it was her anger. Her weaknesses. Her sins that had brought this upon her, or so she believed. She whispered the name, but something told her that wasn’t good enough. She said it quietly, but again the pulling nature of the act demanded her to speak louder. Every one had to hear it. Every one had to know she was giving her self to him willingly. Every demon, angel, heavenly body. . . they all had to hear her.

“Iblis ” she shouted. “Iblis ” she screamed. Her body arched up. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she growled deep as she felt her soul being ripped and twisted apart. There was a flash of light, so blinding and yet so dark that she had no words to describe it as she felt a giant abyss threaten to swallow her up.

Her fingers were forced into fists and she fell to the stone floor. Her arms outstretched. Her legs were tucked into her chest. Her forehead was pressed to the floor and she offered herself to her Master, his name dying on her lips. “Iblis,” she moaned as she felt herself becoming his. The fear, terror, anger, despair, and so much more were blended in her mind and as much as she wished it. . . no tears of sorrow escaped her. She had committed herself to him and now she would do as he commanded.

The real question was would he? He’d said he’d let Gabriella go. . .now would he. Or did contracts even those from Demons not exist. Charlotte waited for what seemed like an eternity to find out what would happen to her Guardian Angel.

 

[VandalHeart]

Iblis. Delifer. Deceiver. Infernal tutor. Since the ancient days of Mesopotamia, when he had taught the mortals there the secrets of metalworking, warfare, and prostitution, he had been a rabblerouser of one kind or another. The truth of what he was when he began had been lost even to him, but the day he became a demon, a walking horror, an It, still burned in It's mind from time to time....

As the pact formed between Iblis and Charlotte, the pain in the room became tangible as a whirlwind. Not only Charlotte's but Gabriella's.... Iblis laughed in victorious arrogance. It was true that It was bound by the contract's word, but the angel had made her own choice. It pulled out of the fallen angel and stood upright, still laughing as It's balefire poured from It's body. As with Charlotte before, the balefire burned the robes away from Gabriella's body, but would not burn her flesh. For the balefire would not burn what belonged to the demon.

Charlotte's choice had been made while in soul contact with Gabriella, and as such, Gabriella had a choice. She could break the link, thus eliminating all hope of Charlotte's salvation, and thus her own, or she could maintain the connection during the forming of the pact and share in her ward's fate. Gabriella was now the complete property of Iblis. Bought, sold, and owned.

"You silly little girl. Did you not hear what I did to your friend? I have been contracting for eons. I will not lose what I want because of a snivelling child's better intentions. You should have stuck to caring for none but yourself. Before, I simply owned your body, but now I own your soul...and hers."