The Angel, Oracle- Closed

[Artemidorus]

“Oracle!” Camael shouted, her melodic voice echoing around the chamber as her and her hand maidens threw open the curtains. Sunlight flooded in, and outside angels zipped around the skies, performing their daily heavenly duties. Amariel sat in bed, wrapped in a low hanging robe that allowed for her wings to lay freely. She hugged her knees to her chest, wishing as always that she could join them. She hated being locked up, all day every day. Being told she was too important to go outside. Too fragile to make friends. Not strong enough. “Oracle, darling, are you excited?”

Camael was the closest thing Amariel had to a friend. Even if she didn’t call her by her name. Even if she thought Amariel’s dreams of leaving the silver city were silly. Even if she was more of a warden, Camael had been around Amariel’s whole life and was the closest thing she had to a family. “For what?” Amariel asked, almost forgetting for a moment to answer.

“Your 18th birthday, silly!” Camael smiled bright. She had long brown hair that was pin straight. “Your powers will start to come in, and then you will bring about the great cataclysm! We’ve only been telling you this your whole life.”

Amariel frowned at the fake cheeriness, but nodded nonetheless. Her light brown bob curled naturally into soft ringlets that bounced around her face. She also had a starry splattering of freckles, like a constellation across her cheeks and green eyes that looked out from under long dark lashes. Her wings, small and feathered, were the soft color of buttercups. Camael’s wings were brown, and she had three pairs total, showing her age. The more wings a seraph had, the more respected they were. Jophiel, head of the castle guards, had ten wings, and always made jokes to make Amariel blush. He was also the only person in the castle who used her real name, instead of calling her Oracle or The Prophecy.

The hand maidens dressed Amariel in soft blue robes, tied under her breasts. They fluffed up her hair and added flowers to it and in between the feathers in her wings The fabric of her dress was practically see through, which made Amariel a tad uncomfortable, but Camael insisted heaven was ‘a realm of purity’ and no one would have any vulgar thoughts. Still, her nipples poked out noticeably in a way that constantly had Amariel crossing her arms over her chest.

They headed out, passing Jophiel and the other guards in the hallway. Jophiel’s jaw practically dropped when he saw her, tinting Oracle’s skin a rosey pink from her cheeks to her chest. The other guards elbowed him teasingly, but his eyes didn’t leave Amariel. She smiled when their eyes met, feeling a hitch in her chest.

Camael and the handmaidens giggled and ushered Amariel downstairs into the ball room. There was dancing, food and drinks. Music strummed from instruments as old as time played by angels even older. It wasn’t just Oracle’s coming of age, several other angels aged up that week as well. Some of them Amariel recognized, others were from further into the kingdom. Amariel desperately wanted to talk with them, dance with them, even drink with them, but Camael and the handmaidens kept her walled off and out of the way as usual.

Angels approached Amariel one by one, seeking her blessing or asking her to recite the prophecy. Some asked for their own prophecies, but Camael would step in at that point and divert their request. She was so good at it that Amariel often wondered if it was her divine gift was distracting people. Amariel was forbidden from using her sight.

Bored out of her mind, Amariel sat, waiting for something interesting to liven up the party

 

[Homerun2611]

Mephisa was twenty one years old, he was only one of many, many of his father's children, but he was the one chosen. "She just turned eighteen today, but her powers are growing..." Mephisa was scared of nothing, intimidated by nothing, except his father, but again, his father was the single most terrifying being in history. He felt the long nails and scaly finger of his father, Lucifer, Mephistopheles, he went by many names.

"You must be vigilant...ideally even infiltrate the Silver City, but you must meet her, or one of her servants on earth, they must take you in...it is impossible to sneak in...we have tried!" His father's voice bellowed in rage, and first and smoke shot from his nostrils. "Why, why her, their have been a million angels and none have so vexed you father?"

Lucifer mulled the question. "I do not know the exact prophecy, but she is supposedly the oracle...and if she succeeds, we may be forever altered in our power to consume and possess mankind. We cannot take that chance, we must find her before she turns twenty one and is fully equipped to carry out her mandate."

As concerned as Lucifer was, he had no idea of her true mandate and the plans of God, he had believed his power to seduce would be neutralized, but that was only the start, a very small part. "But how father, how will I find her, recognize her?" Here the devil smiled, as his hand reached out, "Give me your cock?" Mephisa was repulsed, "What?"

"Your cock son...it is how you will know." He did as told, his father was not one to be refused, and from a sliver jar, containing a magic salve, he rubbed the head of his son's cock, until the large, mushroomed head glistened. "We caught one of her angels, and this is from her earliest wings...when you and she are on earth together, your cock will tell you...it will serve as a homing device helping you locate her. And just as incentive, it will not harden ever again, except by her touch."

Lucifer laughed at the cruel joke, as his children had only one primary role, and that was to procreate as often and indiscretely as possible. Mephisa had been born to fuck...needed to fuck...but would not fuck ever again...unless...he fucked her! "The sensation will be most strong when it is her, but anyone she has contacted will create a sense of throbbing, and if it is not her, you must have them provide you access into the Silver City..."

Mephisa had four sets of the darkest brown wings, they perfectly complemented his hair and eyes, and with his father gone he headed up to earth. He was now clothed, a designer suit that concealed his wings but shown his perfect, chisled body, he headed to New York, his favorite wicked city, and found a jazz club to drink and wait. His body would be keenly aware if anyone from the silver city came down, and he could be there almost instantly.

He was quite sure that all the Angels were on high at the moment...and so...he found the most attractive woman at the bar, and sat down next to her to buy her a drink.