Demon at the Gates (BlisteredBlood and Notte)

[BlisteredBlood]

It was a midwinter afternoon when Dead was overlooking the church grounds from high above the skies, aiming eyes that had an interested look to them. What was his purpose that he decided to hang there, one would wonder? Shouldn't he be down in the Seventh Layer of Hell, torturing some hapless damned souls for the sins they had commited? Another would disagree, stating that this particular demon was there high above the church for another reason. Apparently, this demon hadn't found the same thrills he was used to feeling with just humans anymore. He wanted to go after some of the really big game; something that was just ripe for the picking. Something... Truly pure that was just begging to be easily corrupted.

Some said that this couldn't be accomplished; that demons are better off within their world while angels belonged in their world. That there would be no way whatsoever that a demon of any rank or file would be slaughtered on site without so much as a second thought.

There was just one thing that no one had ever counted on, however. This one particular demon was perhaps one of more capable of the task: To take one of Heaven's most pure of angels and turn her against her beliefs. After having campaigned against the angels in previous memory, Dead had come to know how these angels worked, so he believed it shouldn't be too much a problem.

If there was simple quality that Dead had, there wouldn't be enough time in the world to run the miles long list of all the things that he had. But if one were to narrow them all down to just the basics, it would look something like this. For one, Dead was a tall beast: Standing taller than seven feet tall and had an extremely burly frame of about 600 pounds, rippling over with ash gray colored but massive muscle that he had spent a majority of his life training it into a well-oiled machine, adorned mostly in leather, mostly for the heavy boots on his feet and on his hands in the form of fingerless gloves and long lengths of strong chains. Secondly, Dead had an intimidating set of solid black eyes that showcased a set of silvery rings that could be considered irises if one were to study this creature closely. Third, a long mane of black fell down to his shoulders, barely grazing the upper back of this monster of a high-ranking demon, doing absolutely nothing to hide the impressively long horns that stuck out of the sides of his head and swept upwards, giving them the appearance of a bull up on earth. Fourth, the elder demon of 15 centuries of age had markings on him that clearly noted his warrior like status amongst the simpler of the species: Of them were skeletized dragons snarling towards the chest region emblazoned on his strong arms and warrior-like markings on his face, both of which appeared to have the color of what could be considered fresh blood. To top it all off, this demon had a massive wingspan that stretched to about several feet wide, almost as wide as he was as tall, if one were to think about it.

For now, Dead just hung there in the sky, looking down at the church gardens below, waiting and watching to make his next move like a waiting predator.

 

[Notte]

Reverence Magdalene was one of the top sisters in her Order of the Faith, although it was unheard of because of her apparent age. However, those in the Order, and those in the Church knew that she was one loved by God. They held firm in the belief that she was an Angel sent by God to guide them. Which was, in fact, true. Reverence was one of gods revered and sacred angels of redemption. She was here in this church because this village had many souls that cried out to be saved from the unholy.

As all angels, she was one of pure beauty. Her hair long and so pale of blond that it nearly appeared white, hung to just below her waist in thick satin waves. Her skin was a fair color as well and often times she looked like a ghost because of her bright white beauty. However, it was her eyes that were her most distinguishing feature. With a deep set violet color, they shined with inner knowledge and radiance. A small beauty mark adorned just below her right eye, added to the effect. Her lips were a silken rose color, full and plump. She was also tall of frame for a woman, standing at exactly six feet in height, her legs seemed to go on for miles. She had small perky breasts that lead down to an hour glass slightly plump waist.

She walked out of the church doors and slipped into the garden to tend the flowers. It was one of her most favorite past times and brought her such peace that she was often sought out here. Today she went to tend to the roses and hummed a sermon. She sunk her hands into the soil and had her head bowed, thinking that there couldn't possibly be any evil here in such a beautiful place. As she pulled her hand up to clip at the bush, a thorn scrapped across her hand and a thin trail of blood blossomed.

 

[BlisteredBlood]

Dead continued to hang there, high above the eyes from those who would even think of daring to look up. For the most part, some would think that there were thinking they had seen a gargoyle flying by aimlessly and didn't seem to be much of a threat. The only thing that would be considered different about this statue colored monstrosity of a demon, was that he had the facial features that said that he wasn't nearly as heinous looking as some would assume. This demon had that seemingly natural charisma that just seemed to flow from his finely chisled face outwards.

But that charisma of his was just a lure. Beneath all of that dwelled the heart and soul of a demon that would do anything to make you submit before him by any means necessary. But for now, Dead continued to look around for a potential target for his "amusement" before finally laying his eyes on a rather ravishing looking angel that had ventured out into the courtyard to look at the roses. My... What a lovely little creature... He thought as he studied the angel with eyes of a hawk. She would be absolutely perfect for corrupting... He added as a fanged grin graced his face and narrowed his eyes sadistically.

Without so much as a second thought, the massive demon moved himself around in the air before beginning to dive bomb towards the angel below.

 

[Notte]

She had just finished putting on the bandage when arms wrapped around her and she was picked upped out of the garden. She gave a shrill cry and started to struggle against the massive chest and arms that imprisoned her. She knew instantly when the thing grabbed her that it was a demon. The smell of it, just the aura of it, made her skin burn and crawl. She knew that if she was feeling a slow burn, that he must have felt something painful as well from touching her.

She fought against him harder, but he was much stronger then she was and she was after all, a lover, not a fighter. "Release me now, you great big brute! How dare you to touch a child of God! Please, let me go!" No matter how much she wreathed she could not break his grasp on her much smaller body. She couldn't even get enough room to let her wings burst free. "Let go of me you defiled creature!" Her voice was high and afraid, she had never encountered a demon like this. She had never been so unprepared to fight one before. "In Gods name, I beg you, release me!"

 

[BlisteredBlood]

"Hmph!" Dead scoffed at the angel he held tightly in his arms, even as she struggled valiantly in them. "You can struggle all you want, angel! It makes no difference to me whatsoever!" He added with a snarled smirk as he launched up high into the skies once more and flew off with his captured angel. Oh, how he was going to enjoy tainting this little beauty to the point where there was no way she woulc ever be allowed back into their god's loving embrace.

As he continued flying off, the elder demon glanced down at the female he held, grinning that same wicked looking grin on his face, contemplating on what he should do with her first.

 

[Notte]

She hissed as if she were a hellcat and continued on with her vein struggles. She didn't care if he dropped her and she went sprawling to her death, she just wanted the taint of him to get off of her. She sworn to herself that when she got out of this, she was going to wash herself in holy water and say one hundred 'Our Fathers.' With that thought, quickly came another, she wondered if he heard the Lords words if he would drop her. She hoped so. Dear Father, deliver me from the temptations of sin, so that I may not fall to evils hands.

"Our Father, who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy Name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done,
On earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom,
and the power,
and the glory,
for ever and ever.
Amen."​

 

[BlisteredBlood]

When Dead heard the words of that infamous prayer he had heard every single angel that sang this little swan song of theirs, it only infuriated him to the point where he opened his wings out like a parachute before suspending himself in the air, growling angrily as his black eyes began to glow somewhat, giving them the brief appearance of dying embers to indicate the amount of rage that was beginning to channel through his body before holding her by the gown she wore and cocked a hand back then swung it, tagging her cleanly across the face with an open-palmed slap across the face.

"Shut up with your prayers! Your god can't help you out with what I have in mind for you!" Dead snarled angrily at the angel he held before rocketing to the ground below after rebracing her against his chest with a furious look.

 

[Notte]

Reverence gave a faint cry as his large hand made a sharp sting across her cheek. Blood coated the side of her lip and it hurt worse then the slap had. Her head felt fuzzy, like there was a great fog drifting into her mind and she briefly wondered if she had gotten a concussion from it. While trapped in her human form, she was able to feel every pain with human clarity, whereas should she be Angel, she would have felt nothing. Tears gathered in her eyes and clung to her eyelashes, a single tear trailed down her cheek and she surrendered her weight to him. However, she would not surrender her words or voice to him as well, no matter how much he hurt her. "Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me."

 

[BlisteredBlood]

Why is that these angels resort to prayer every time an adversary overpowers them, the elder demon wondered as he rolled his eyes and continued to fly away from the grounds of the church with his prize firmly entrenched in his arms, heedless of whatever words she might have been saying presently. Not that prayer would do her much good, anyway, for she was his now.

Once the two were far enough away from the church, Dead opened his wings outwards and caught himself in midair before beginning a slow downward descent towards a forested area below. Upon arrival in the forest, Dead had to watch it through the trees. Besides, he wasn't one for getting a branch to the face or getting hung up in the branches either nor did he feel like hurting his little prize in his arms. Then again, what was the price of a few scratches on her form, anyway? Not that that it would matter much to him.

"As I told you before, little angel, you can pray as long and as hard as you wish. But I'll let you know this right now," Dead began as he eventually landed on the ground some several minutes later. "The next words that will be coming from your mouth... Well, they won't be words. It'll be muffled screams when I jam my cock down your throat." He added. "So if I were you, little lady, I'd suggest for your own health to shut your mouth before I shut it for you." He continued, narrowing his eyes at her threateningly.

 

[Notte]

Reverence made a choking growling noise low in her throat but stopped speaking. She was a pure virginal child of Christ and she would not invite adultery or sin. The only thing she could really do was stare daggers at the demon. In no way, shape, or form was she going to fornicate with this demon. Forgive me father, if sin shall be committed against me. Protect me from this demon's desires and keep all temptation at bay. She prayed silently to herself.

When they landed, she began her struggles again, trying to kick out with her legs, trying to hurt him in some way. But her efforts were more then laughable in this form and calling upon the word of God did not seem to bother him as it would other demons. Which meant that this demon had to be in high standing. During her struggle, her breasts pressed deep into his chest and her legs brushed across his groin. "Is that what you plan to do, rape me?"

 

[BlisteredBlood]

Dead only grinned in response to her question before setting her down on her back roughly and pounced on her, pinning her wrists behind her head. "Oh come now," The elder demon said with a quirk of his brow and a smirk. "I'll only resort to that if you decide to act like a sniveling little cunt." He explained simply before leaning in and sniffing her for a moment.

"My only desire is to have you begging me to fuck your brains out." He added as his hands drifted away from her wrists, slid them down to her dress and began to slowly rip it cleanly down the middle to expose her body to him all while keeping his blackened eyes down at her in the process. "And once you get to that point, there will be no going back for you, I'm afraid to say." He added.

 

[Notte]

She screamed slightly and fought back a little harder, but when he ripped her dress from her - she had to give up the struggle to try and cover herself from his heated glare. Her hips were trapped beneath his and when she squirmed she could feel the length of him pressed against her thigh. "I'll never beg you for anything. I will stay pure and keep my faith. I will not commit adultery nor find pleasure outside of my marriage bed, should I ever have one. Now, if you want me, you're going to have to marry me, but I can tell you right now that that is never going to happen either."

 

[BlisteredBlood]

"Well then..." Dead spoke with a grin plastered on his face as he placed his hands on her sides. "This imposes quite a challenge on my part now, does it?" He asked as he began to rub them slowly. "But, I suppose that I'll just make you mine through slow sexual teases until you have me begging to enter you then fuck you like a rabid beast." He added, narrowing his eyes at her with a sickening smile on his face before placing his hands on her small but rather perky breasts, twisting each nipple sharply to see her reaction to this.

"Either way, angel, you will submit to me and when you do, there will be no going back. You will never be able to go back so long as my face will remain in your nightmares, your prayers and your dreams. I will be everywhere you look and there will be no way possible to shake me." He concluded, grinning at her once more.

 

[Notte]

"Your sexual advances will not work on me! God will protect me! He will not allow me to fall into temptation of the flesh." She spoke it with such belief that she almost choked on it. She knew that God would protect her, knew that He would not give her anything that she could not handle, and she knew that should anything happen against her will that He would forgive her. She would not let herself fall into temptation, the only two ways that he would get her would be through rape or marriage.

She grabbed at his wrists when he grabbed at her breasts. Although she tried with all of her might to move his hands, it just wasn't happening, she was far to weak to move him while trapped in human form. She closed her eyes to block out any reaction that might shine in them and she floated deep within herself, trying to block out what he was doing to her. She released his wrists and laid perfectly still beneath him, as if she were dead or quietly accepting what was to come.

 

[BlisteredBlood]

The elder demon could plainly see that she was willing to say anything or do anything that she could to divert her from her impending fate, but Dead wouldn't dream of hearing it from her. His grin continued to stay there as he kept his hands on her breasts, watching as she virtually went limp before him and chuckled at her darkly.

"You can say whatever it is that you think will save you, angel, but I know differently. Once an angel has been sway by temptations of any kind, they cannot go back to the life they lived without being ridiculed, mocked and/or even exiled by their loved ones." Dead explained as his grin became a smirk while his fingers tweaked her nipples slightly. "Angels can smell it when one of their own has been tainted by evil. It has a distinct foul odor, like numerous rotting carcasses on the field of battle." He added before leaning in and licking her neck slowly.

"So go on... Say your prayers. Say you'll do right by your God... It's not going to help you in any way, shape or form..." He whispered tauntingly into her ear.