The First Seal (closed)

[Ohia_Lehua]

Closed for Asobininryochan​

Her toes curled in the sand and her the ends of her wings brushed over the pale grains of sand. The ocean was calm and it's surface reflected the waking sky like a mirror. Clouds drifted over the ocean and looked like hazy white shadows on the surface. It was the first touch of sunrise and the beach was empty. The gentle crash of waves breaking on shore and the rasp of shifting sands echoed far louder in her ears then it seemed possible. Fingers of light colored the sky in a beautiful painting and Yvaine stood there and watched her first sunrise.

The cold ocean breeze kicked up and wrapped around the naked angel and raised goosebumps for the first time. She was getting cold and her body reacted to the new experience by tightening and hugging closer to the heat of her own body. Yvaine smiled and raised her arms out parallel to the ground and twirled feeling the air catch under her wings as she relaxed the muscles in her back and let her wings free, dragging across the sand leaving trailing marks where they touched the flawless canvas that was the beach itself.

A shiver ran down her back and rippled across her body for reasons other then the chill of the morning. This was dangerous, unwise and against all the rule that were held against her. Yvaine took a step forward and her feet were washed in the frothy foam of the water, the water added to the cold but she wanted to feel more. A pearly laugh fell from her lips and floated in the air like musical bells. She couldn't even imagine what the consequences of coming down to earth would be for her and yet she fear nothing. If she only had this and nothing else it would be worth it.

Angels like her were born but they never died, they simply creased to be. There was no after life, no heaven for them. It was said that angels had no souls because they were the keepers of the souls of mortals. Somehow that never made sense to Yvaine but it wasn't her place to question it out loud even if her mind voiced all it's doubts. Battle angels were a little different in the way that they fought to balance the world, good and bad everything had a place and sometimes it would fall out of whack and it was their job to fix it.

A sound caught her attention the same time the sun made it's first appearance and it cloaked her in bright blinding sunlight. Once the sun's rays dimmed and the light leveled out a young woman fully clothed and without wings stood in place of the bare naked angel.

A group of three young boy ran across the sands with short boards tucked under their arms laughing as they leaped into the surf and paddled upon their boards and out into the larger waves around the point.

The peace of the empty beach was gone and Yvaine took one last deep breath in and turned and walked away. She had no idea where she was going and she had no purpose to being here but without knowing how long she had here before she was summoned she picked a direction and walked determined to make the best out of whatever time she had.

 

[Asobininryochan]

He ran for no reason other than to flee his pasts. Recently, memories flooded back of emaciated Jewesses attempting to stave off their appointment with the crematoria for another evening as they ground their bony hips against his loins. Suddenly, as he recalled a particular memory – the moment his head of his manhood passed through the anal sphincter of a pubescent gypsy girl - he relished the pleasure his hands felt as his sword katana through skull of his opponent.

The erstwhile farmer, armed with only a spear, stared at him through lifeless eyes. Fascinated by this macabre scene; his thoughts returned to his surroundings when an arrow pierced through his cuirass. Fortunately, his silk undershirt mitigated his injury to an uncomfortable bruise as he ran his blade through the gravid belly of a peasant woman.

Whilst she spat blood onto his countenance, the fog of war obscured his vision as a Colonial stabbed him with a bayonet. As his tongue tasted blood, he pummeled the rebel with the butt of his discharged pistol. His attention focused on the dead boy’s ruined tricorne as he plowed into the figure of young woman walking on the beach….

 

[Ohia_Lehua]

If Yvaine had been paying attention to just one more thing in this world she would have seen the running man.

As it was she had been watching the seagulls dance in the sky and felt their joy as they cried out to each other. She had no idea what they said but she liked to think that they were happy things, like the joyous things she thought of when she flew. One of the other things that had captured her attention in more ways then she could have thought possible was the textures and feel of things. The gentle breeze of the wind off the ocean, the way the sand shifted under the sole of her ankle high riding boots and how all of that effected her.

She understood not the temptation that this mortal realm held for her kind. Everything had it's own feeling, smell, sound or taste. It was a sensory overload that Yvaine juggled with ease. For an angel unprepared for this world she was handling it very well, too well in fact but it didn't dawn on her that this was a test for more then just the differences that this world offered.

"Omph!" The solid mass that collided with her drove the air from her lungs and rocked her off her feet. The white corseted top of the dress' straps slid off her shoulders and the full flowing light pink skirt pooled under her body and rode up her thigh flashing skin from the tops of her boots to well above her mid thigh. "Are you-" Yvaine moved to check on the man and felt a sharp jolt from the hip that she landed on. "Oh." Her brows furrowed as she cataloged this feeling. "It's pain." She laughed a smile turning her full pouty pink lips. "Oh my..." Realizing that if she felt pain there was a good chance that what she ran into would feel pain as well she turned her mind from what she felt and reached out to the man.

"Are you-" Again that was as far as she got before she locked eyes with the man. "You're soul." It resembled the swirling colors of fine oil on water but fragmented. "How strange..." Yvaine shifted and moved closer to the man both hands reached out, on her knees she was close enough to frame the stranger's face in her hands. There was a saying that the eyes were the gateway to a person's soul and it was true more or less. "I've never seem such a soul before." She was so absorbed in reading what she was seeing in this man's eyes that she didn't realize that she was getting closer and closer to the man.

Souls could be reborn but at best they only held shadows of the life that they were before. Suddenly her black eyes narrowed to pinpoints as she saw beyond what was there. She saw death, his death yet to come and all the deaths this soul endured and held on to. Angels didn't read deaths yet here Yvaine was trapped in what she was seeing and unseeing. Many images were blurred and undefined but came with intense feelings. It moved too fast for Yvaine to truly see, harder even then tracking the short life of lightning with the naked eye.

For as good as she had been doing the short time she was on Earth it all went downhill face with this new turn of events. When Yvaine tried to break away to stop what was going on she couldn't. Her hands refused to move and even when she closed her eyes it didn't stop the flashes she was seeing.

The coppery smell of blood washed over Yvaine like a physical cloak taking her far from the fresh salty ocean air. The blood smell gathered in the back of her throat and developed into something more, something new. Death. Yvaine choked on the sickening taste and smell as she body joined in on the mental assault. What she couldn't see she felt. Invisible injuries tore her skin like paper and ripped the tendons and muscles protected underneath.

Yvaine's fear kicked her heart into a race like pace and her breathing came in short fast rasps. This was beyond her and she didn't know what was going on or what to do. Her pain had long ago faded only to be replaced by what his soul demanded she feel. But he's human. Of that she was sure of if nothing else yet this wasn't a normal reaction an angel had to a human.

Maybe it was because she was here without permission and this was why she was kept away. She was different after all and even though everyone pretended that she wasn't one look and you knew, she knew and there was nothing that people could say or act that made her feel differently.

Ice spread in her chest and cut off her air, each breath cut her and set fire to her throat and lungs. She couldn't breathe! Frantic to get air into her lungs Yvaine tried to rip her hands away from the man but they didn't budge. The lack of oxygen was making her head lightheaded and things started to slowly spin and black dots danced in her vision growing bigger with every breath she couldn't take. Soon all she had left of her sight was pinpricks of light and too soon they were gone too and like a fist squeezing that last of her life out of her she opened her eyes and all was well.

It had been only seconds since she framed the man's face yet to Yvaine it had left like a life time, many in fact.

"Are you okay?" Her voice was shaky but she could breathe and all she smelled was the beach and all she saw was what was in front of her eyes. "Are you harmed?" Yvaine released her gentle hold on the man's face and let her hands drop to her lap. She didn't want to touch the man again but she was worried that he was in pain of some sort.

 

[Asobininryochan]

He collided with her – landed atop soft flesh and sand enveloped their figures as he smarted from abraded palms. His head instantly realized the heaving chest of a woman. The soft contours of breasts pressed against face. He instinctively inhaled her scent and found the memories drowning his consciousness.

The divine perfume reminded him of the ambrosia he tasted when a nymph offered him the nectar as he forgot about the flock of sheep under his charge. Indeed, he longed to once again sup from the tits of Isis as he worked the straps of her dress down to reveal her bosom. However, her hands guided him towards her gaze. The piercing scrutiny of her eyes unveiled momentary brushes with mortality (such as the time the French nearly killed him at Chernaya).

Meanwhile, as he relived the moment he fought against Janissaries atop the ruined walls of Constantinople, he wandering hands rested upon her bosom. His digits slipped under the fabric. Trapped beneath the corset, he felt her nipples stiffening to his touch; but mind, body and soul traveled in different directions.

As he corporeally feasted upon Yvaine’s physical form, his spirit mustered the strength to repel the Turks from Byzantium. Sparks of steel leaped from his sword as he deflected a saber directed toward his head while a distant voice asked if he had sustained any injuries and he felt himself flying away from his foe as he returned to his present existence. Finally, with body and soul reunited, he unhesitatingly kissed the siren that brought him back to life.

 

[Ohia_Lehua]

Yvaine came to the realization where his hand was the same moment that his lips assaulted hers. The hurricane rush of emotions washed over the angel as surely as the sand under the crash of the waves. This was her first kiss and while any woman would have been pleased to share something as precious as this, this moment was taken from her and once the hurricane cleared all that was left was uncontrollable rage.

"SIR!" Yvaine shoved against the body so close to hers and lightning literally flash in her eyes with the sharps of her anger. "Well now." Getting up she brushed the sand from her dress skirt and clapped her hands free. "I was worried about you and care but seeing as you can do... do that I'm sure that you are more then capable of getting on your way. As I will do in a direction of my own."

Life above the clouds was calm and uneventful, at least for her and Yvaine had never had to deal with emotions of any sort of that nature before. It was a strange rush that had her blood coursing through her body. There was something... something that Yvaine couldn't quite put her finger on that was driving her anger. It's what halted her in her steps to give the human one last look.

"I..." The wind picked up stands of her hair and blew free tendrils across her face. "May the heavens always be watching you and keeping you safe." She whispered turning to leave more confused then ever.

 

[Asobininryochan]

Unacceptable… here departure contradicted with the desires of a multitude of lifetimes. Every persona he ever took on wanted her – to possess the balm which his inflamed soul needed to achieve peace! Therefore, without thought, he instinctively seized her before he left his sight.

Violently embracing his angel – wrapping his arms around her figure – they once more fell to the sand. Transported back to the past, he recalled the joy of wrestling naked with his Laconic Lover. As their lubricated bodies slid against each other, her touch awakened his passion as he felt her muscular frame with his fingers. When she mounted his back, he almost ejaculated as her nipples impaled his shoulder blades….

However, her natural perfume returned him to the present; and he gratefully thanked her for restoring him to sanity by pressing his lips against hers: so much like those that graced the courtesan that plied her trade in Crete – a Christian girl who sought his favors after they succeeded in driving the Venetians from the island….

 

[Ohia_Lehua]

Yvaine felt fear that overwhelmed everything else and washed any other things from her mind. It was a drowning feeling that froze her body as the man grabbed her and captured her within the strength of his arms. They fell back on the sand and what had once felt soft warm and inviting was now rough coarse and uninviting. It was insane how just moments had taken something as lovely and beautiful as her first sun rise and taint it.

This time the contact brought no memories of past lives. Instead there was just flashed of what this could lead to and the impossibly weak feeling that came with it. It wasn't what Yvaine was capable of dealing with and she responded before this got any further then it already had. As an angel she was unable to harm a human and she had no skills as to which to fight him off but there was a building pressure in her chest that was starting to become painful as it grew.

"Releases...me...,' His touched upon her's again and the force inside of her broke as her fear turned into something dark and sinister. "NOW!" A light exploded from Yvaine's body and burned and shocked only like an angel's wrath could. Which was impossible since he was human and it shouldn't have effected the man but it did. His hold on her broke and gave her enough space to slip out from his arms.

Yvaine was shaken now for more then just her resent experience with the man's violently embrace. There was a linger pain where his arms had held her but that was easy enough to ignore. The power that had just erupted from her wasn't as hard to ignore. What was that? Where did it come from and what was the emotion she had felt before? Was an angel even allowed to feel that?

She was starting to rethink her rouge departure from heaven to explore Earth. Starting to regret her choice. Her heart sank and there was a heaviness that was settling there to drag it down even faster. She could see how this was a trial against the sins, the sin of wrath shadowing over the angel with a chilling touch. It hadn't even been a single day and she was already failing. A good thing this wasn't her suffering where she was placed here for 100 years of testing.

"I will advise you not to touch me again Sir." The angel warned backing away from the man while she was still facing him. She wasn't going to turn her back on him again and give him a chance to grab her again. "Good day." Her chin jutted up and comfortable that she was well out of his reach she turned around and hurried away.

Maybe it wasn't too late to return to heaven. Maybe she wouldn't even have been missed. Whoever paid her attention? Did anyone even notice her when she was there? She didn't think so. She was praying so.

 

[Asobininryochan]

Thrown off by the divine light, he remembered… Not again, he thought, as his consciousness melted into another being… a shepherd… … Yes, he tried to do the same thing to the nymph….

Ambrosia always made him heady and he attempted to ravish to nude goddess who proffered that sweet nectar upon him – knowing full well that the temptress wanted to seduce him with the divine liquid. However, she instead rebuked, cast him like a sling stone… and he slumped against a rock… feeling blood on his forehead… as his vision failed him… obscured in a bloody screen!

Undeterred, he rose again and rushed for her, prepared – with a measure of desperation – to endure another burst of blinding light. As he struck her lithe body and propelled her to the sandy beach. He ripped her corset and blouse. Immediately, he planted his lips upon one of her nipples; hungry to taste the Milk of the Gods!

 

[Ohia_Lehua]

There was something wrong with the man, she knew that before he launched himself at her and took her down to the sand once again. Pain greeted her as she landed wrong with his added weight and force of his attack. She could taste blood in her mouth, her own form her bitten cheek when she fell. There was also a twinge in her ribs from a hard spot in the sand, a rock hidden under a thin covering of sand.

This time there was no fear just a dark seething rage that had her body shaking. Her blood boiled and her skin crawled where he touched her and she didn't want him anywhere near her let alone ripping apart her clothing to expose her bare flesh. Immediately the man's lips found her nipple and her stomach rolled with sickness at having this deranged man feasting upon maiden skin.

It was easier to find that force inside her that had expelled the man before and she stroked the quickly growing 'bubble' inside her. When the pain threatened to cripple her she released her mental hold and the light issued from her again, stronger and more controlled. It hit the man dislodged him from her tit and she scrambled to get away from him. It was a mad dash to put space between them and Yvaine didn't bother with playing by the rules anymore.

An arm's length was all that Yvaine needed and once she reached that distance she unfurled her wings and leapt into the air. She didn't care who saw her as long as she got away and her powerful wings beat together putting more and more distance her and the raved human.

If Yvaine hadn't been in trouble beforehand the reveal of her true form was sure to land her before the council. There was little rules that she hadn't broken yet and she wonder just how long it would take before there wouldn't be a single rule that she hadn't broken. With the pace she was on she didn't think it would take too long.

At about eight feet in the air she became dizzy and lightheaded. "No!" Yvaine panicked and beat her wings faster putting all her strength into it but it was no use. When she looked down she was plagued with an overlap of double visions. One saw the world as it was and the other witnessed something even more troubling.

The sand below her melted like sugar and fell under it's own weight opening a hole in the ground that seemed to go on forever. The jagged edges turned into razor points and the darkness grew and took shape detailing a world below. What she was seeing was the deepest reaches of hell. What should have stuck her with paralyzing fear called to her in a way that made more sense to her then her life in the clouds.

A figure appeared from the shadows and he was easily the most beautiful creature she had ever seen in her life. He was naked and stood almost seven feet tall with glowing white skin and hair as dark as her own. In fact her eyes also matched his in their light-less shade of black. He smiled to her and reached out his hand and she felt her body fault in the air, her wings freezing for a heartbeat. She wanted to reach out to him, there was something about him that was familiar to her and her arm moved on it's own fulfilling her want.

"My daughter..." The dark sensual voice purred smiling. "You have come."

Yvaine blinked and drew her hand back. Daughter? She blinked rapidly trying to focus on the hellish opening in the sand, trying to see past the human that waited for her as she slowly sank back to the sand. "I am no daughter of hell." She whispered violently rubbing her eyes as a new feeling arose within the very perplexed angel.

When she opened her eyes again the sand was one solid surface and only the man stood there. Yet he wasn't the same anymore. A ghostly image of a crown donned his head and in his hands was a bow without arrows. "Who are you?" Yvaine demanded stopping herself just above the man's head. Her voice was loud enough this time that he would be able to hear her question. "And what is your fascination with me? Are you a demon sent by that man?" She asked her voice quivering as the ghostly items slowly faded away.

 

[Asobininryochan]

Finally free of the delirium that overtook his mind, Timur looked upon the girl he nearly raped or so he thought when he saw her distressed countenance and the tattered state of her clothing. He faintly remembered his persistent desire to have her; and he now balked at his previous actions.

Looking down on the sand in shame, he slowly realized that the girl asked him questions, which he tried to answer with some difficulty:

- I’m Timur Khan…

He suddenly found himself unable to give further details about his life - or at least
– discriminating his present life from that of his former existences:

- I don’t know… but I’m no demon….