The Wolf Demon's New Angel {fate & broken knight}

[darkest_fate]

The demons had been surging lately, moving more and more. Rumor had it that there was a new leader, some charismatic force that was pushing them onward. Rumor also had it that the surging wasn't really surging at all, and that people were worrying over nothing. Some even suggested that the new demon stronghold was little more than a farce, another form of trickery used by the demons to intimidate their angelic foes. Regardless, all agreed that someone needed to investigate.

Rachael volunteered for the task. she'd recently been promoted as a full member of the celestial host, and was eager to prove her wings. The Celestials were more hidebound than their infernal counterparts, taking greater stock in bloodline, experience, and all. Rachael was hoping to defy that, to work against it. If anyone could, surely she could.

She stepped closer to the demonic stronghold, trying to hold her breath for as long as possible. Still, the stench of demon assailed her senses. Less the scent of the creatures themselves, and more the scent of their living. Of brimstone, fire, ash and hate. The angel occasionally reached up, brushing away ashes that landed upon her pristine white wings. Angels truly were not suited for demon lands. Ashes showed against the pure white of Rachael's wings. They were caught in her lush golden hair, even occasionally falling upon the wispy cloud robe she wore.

All angels were also quite beautiful, and Rachael was no exception. The golden hair was flowing, nearly sparkling with its sheen. Her wings were magnificent, white and feathered, spreading out behind her. The angel herself had the heavenly beauty of her people. Brilliant blue eyes looked out from a rounded face, innocence shining from her very expression. The wispy cloud robes, made of the very stuff itself woven into a covering, were a light blue with white trim, but seemed to repel the darkness as she went. It had been cinched in several places to allow her better movement, as the angel carefully picked a path. But it also emphasized womanly hips and an impressive bust. Rachael looked as though she'd been built for desiring, though the angels considered it a blessing to "inspire" mortals.

"My orders were to explore," she muttered, looking up at the impressive fortress. Hair caught in the breeze, and she lifted up her hand to pull it from her pink lips. Squinting, Rachael took it in entirely. The impressive spires, the black stone. It looked somehow primal, almost animal. But looking here wouldn't do her any good. She had to get closer, to see who was in charge of this place. A simple scouting report. The angel spread her wings, flying up to an entrance, beginning to look around and seek out whoever was the master of this place.

 

[Broken Knight]

At one point in time, Heaven and Hell were of the same kingdom, ruled by God and his angels. There was no Earthly term for this kingdom, as it was whole only long before God decided to conjure his greatest creation, mankind. During the golden age of this kingdom, all were happy, all was peaceful and God's love spread through the entire kingdom. Then God decided to name Michael the Arch Angel, highest of all angels. This angered Lucifer greatly, for she loved God beyond all others.

Lucifer was once the most splendid of angels, a beauty unmatched by anything possible. Angels and commoners alike loved and adored Lucifer for her kind, patient, sweet demeanor. When God chose Michael instead of her, Lucifer's demeanor changed slowly throughout the aeons. She became bitter, hard and cold. She used her beauty as a weapon, swaying other angels and commoners to her cause, and they rebelled against God.

The rebellion did not last very long in His Holyness' kingdom, though he could not stop Lucifer completely. For God still loved Lucifer, he could not kill her. Instead, he made her into an abhorrent demon, disgusting to the eye, that struck fear into all those who set eye onto the once beloved angel. He spared her and cast her such an ugly visage in the hopes that she would one day see herself, and realize the horror of her error. Those who followed her were cast to the same fate, of those followers, her seven closest angels were cast upon the same disgusting demonic visage, now known to humanity as The Seven Deadly Sins.

And so Hell was created. It is not below, just as Heaven is not above. They simply border one another, the change between the two realms a stark and sudden one. The original rebellion was a small population, but when Humanity was created, those who did not follow God's ten laws, are now cast to hell. The war grows, and the demons and angels never die, they simply suffer until the wounds heal over years of time.

Alexander, of The Seven Deadly Sins, was the sin of Anger. And so God gave him the form of a wolf upon his once human body. He stood on two feet, spoke the word of Men and wielded a blade made from brimstone and blood. His fur was black and soft, his eyes a deep brown, his paws tipped in deadly claws, his maw full of sharp teeth. Many a demon and angel stood in his path, and all who have done so have paid their heavy toll. No Angel with half a sense would ever step into his realm without God's own army at their back.

Which is what confused him. A simple angel, alone, walked into his territory. He could smell her from atop of his tower, when he looked out the window, the angel stood out. She flew to the entrance and Alexander grinned a toothy grin. A new toy to play with.

By the time she landed before the gates of his realm, he was already on the other side of the walls. Alex knew all the ins and outs of the realm, including secret ways that only God's omniscient knowledge and he himself knew.

"I suppose you're looking for me, then?" He asked, standing there, about ten feet behind her. Far enough to sneak up on her without alerting her, close enough to speak to her. She'd never escape. On the ground, he was faster and stronger than she was. In the air, with a simple snap of his fingers, hundreds of demons would pour over her and drag her back to the ground.

She was trapped with no where to go.

 

[darkest_fate]

The sudden arrival of the impressive demon caught Rachael completely by surprise. That the fiend wore the visage of a wolf was only slightly more surprising. Often the fiends of Hell wore the shape of various creatures. Still, seeing a demon, knowing what he used to be, twisted like this. it nearly made Rachael ill. Then, knowing that she faced Alexander, a Sin, nearly made her panic.

She certainly paled, and yanked her sword out. Like most angel weapons, it blazed with holy fire, the white flames crawling over the impressive blade. Still, the female holding it looked tiny compared to the wolf demon she faced. Felt tiny too, as she shifted her grip on the weapon, even taking it with both hands.

"I was," she said. Had to keep herself calm. Be taciturn. that's what they were trained to do. But her heart was racing, and she could already feel herself panicking. Angels didn't sweat, but if she did, this one would be sweating buckets. They couldn't bluff either, since they couldn't lie. Which meant that she was stuck, and would have to fight her way out of this situation.

"I'm ready for you, demon," she said, pointing her sword. "And I shall die with honor."

With that, she flew at him, using her wings to propel her as she raised her sword, ready to bring holy wrath down upon this servant of darkness.

 

[Broken Knight]

The wolf looked at her, looking at the deep fear in her eyes. He loved that look, it made his heart race. Bringing that look out in anyone gave him a high. When she pulled her sword out, the wolf immediately broke out into laughter. It was unthinkable that such a lowly angel could stand up to one of the Seven Sins, yet here she was, drawing a blade on him, the most powerful of all sins! Gluttony, maybe! But, Anger?! It must've been a joke sent by God, a tease, a farce, it must be, for this girl was so insignificant compared to him! Surely, God did not send her for an actual mission!

"Oh. I'm not going to kill you. I'm just going to disarm you, drag you back to the Spire and rape you until you break like an obedient pet, willing to do his master's wishes." He says, watching her propel himself toward her. Alexander gave a sigh, summoning his blade. The blade was of mythological, legendary, historic significance. When Humans wielded it, it was called Excalibur, and brought about the demise of the good and noble king who used it, and it was of the most amazing beauty. When angels wielded it, it was called God's Finger, wielded by Michael himself. Lost during the battle with Lucifer, Alexander now had it, the blade now called Ragnarok, the ender of Mankind. It was an ugly, twisted sword, the blade formed of jagged brimstone, the handle made from bone.

When she propelled herself toward him, he took one swing, a vertical swing from the ground upward toward the sky. The way he aimed it, he'd shatter her blade the moment the two touched and leave the angel herself unharmed.

 

[darkest_fate]

Midcharge, Rachael recognized the blade the demon pulled out. Its twisted body, its bony handle, there was no doubting what that was. the destroy of souls, the end of the world, the demonic blade Ragnarok. Wielded in the hands of this impressive demon, it would easily cleave her in twain, let alone her pathetic sword. Rachael tried to roll out of the way, but she could tell that it was either lose her sword or lose her wing. Not surprisingly, she opted to keep that which was attached to her.

The sword jerked up, managing to block Alexander's swing. However, in doing so, the angelic blade shattered. A piece flew back, cutting Rachael's cheek, making her strangely silver blood kiss the air. Panting, she sprang backward, attempting to throw the sword, with a jagged piece of holy steel upon it, toward her lupine opponent. It was a desperate shot, but she was already at desperation, and she'd barely started. There had been no way she'd win this fight from the start. Her only hope was to get him to kill her, instead of fulfill his ghastly promises.

"Heaven must think you're quite pathetic,' she spat, eyes blazing. "To send a novice such as myself to your base."

She hated taunting, hated even talking more than she could, with her heavenly voice. Rachael could have been a member of the Heavenly Chorus, had been encouraged to join, but had refused, wanting to do something more active. It looked like her first act would be to die by the blade of Ending.

 

[Broken Knight]

The wolf watched as the steel of her blade shattered into pieces. It would've been more satisfying if the girl had any real combat skill to her, none the less, it was fun shattering her blade and watching a piece of it clip that gorgeous face of hers. He watched as she threw the sword toward him. Alex could've moved, blocked, parried or caught it. Instead, he decided to make a point to the girl. The jagged steel flew through the air, striking him square in the chest. The steel sank into his muscle, leaving just the hilt standing from his chest. He let Ragnarok sink back into the brimstone under his feet, looking down at the hilt.

For a moment, all was quiet, before he looked up at her with a devious grin. Alexander did not bleed with the shattered blade in his chest. Reaching up, he slowly drew it out, letting the fool angel watch. The hilt and its remnant of her blade fell to the ground with a clatter, and the wound closed up without the wolf demon losing a single drop of blood. Alex burst out laughing, a deep, maniacal laugh that would've struck fear into even the hardest of men.

"You think... you think you were actually sent here for a reason! You fool girl! What'd they tell you? It was a scouting mission?" He burst out laughing again, almost doubling over. "You see, God and I have a standing bargain. God sends me an angel every so often so I can get my kicks off in a gorgeous thing like you before I kill her, and in return, I don't attack any of the Heaven territories. You see, if I were to attack, Michael would need to be the one to stand against me, taking God's own bodyguard away from the fight against Lucifer. And if that happened, my dear angel, God himself would have to fight the woman he loves, and he refuses to do so..." The laughter and smile suddenly faded as he wrung her neck, drawing her from her feet up off of the ground so that she was eye level with him, looking sternly into her eyes.

"You're a sacrificial pawn, sent here by God so that he can wallow in his only flaw- his love for all of his creations, Lucifer included- and not fight in the war he started."

 

[darkest_fate]

Seeing her sword sink in, Rachael thought that victory was at hand. She nearly cried out, and was about to lunge forward for a secondary strike, hoping to end it all that much sooner, when she heard that laugh. It made her draw up short, her eyes flashing even as it slithered down her spine.

A reason. The plan that Alexander laid out did make a certain logical sense. Sacrifice an angel every once in a while, slake Wrath's vices while allowing everything to keep in balance. it seemed like an expert delaying tactic, and the logicality of it was what gave the story a ring of truth. Plus, Rachael could see several of her people volunteering for just such a task, knowing that their sacrifice would help maintain order in the world. The thought of it nearly made her ill.

"You lie!" she proclaimed. She wished she had some secondary weapon, some other means of fighting him. This had been a scouting mission though, and bringing extra weapons or armor would have been counter to her mission. She had some powers, mostly in healing, but none of them would do her much good against a being like this. She muttered a few Celestial words, healing her cheek with holy energies.

But he was upon her, drawing his hands about her neck and lifting her up. The fire remained, but it was fueled by desperation now. Her hands clung to his hand, trying to pull him off her neck. one sandal clad foot lashed out, aiming an actual kick toward his leg, hoping to cripple the demon, at the very least.

 

[Broken Knight]

The wolf gave a laugh, looking at her. He smirked, standing there and holding her in his paw, feeling something brush against his leg. Oh... She'd kicked him. It caused him to laugh, how weak she was in comparison to his strength. She thought him a liar, yet here she was, a weak angel known more for her beauty than her combat prowess, yet she still thought him a liar.

"Such faith in God. Yet here you are, in the paws of the Sin of Anger, and you're going to be raped. Maybe that'll break the faith you have in your God, feeling my huge wolf cock plunging into your pussy as I moan." The wolf gave a laugh, dropping her. Leaning down, he grabbed her by her shirt, dragging her along the cold, smooth stone.

Dragging her inside of the spire, he took her all the way to the top, into his massive bedroom. His powerful arm tossed her on the bed like she was a rag doll, slipping his body atop of her own. Pressing his powerful body atop of hers, she could feel his immense power, his huge body holding her down. She was at least a foot shorter and a hundred pounds lighter.

"Do you believe me now?" He asks, looking down at her. Taking her hands, he binds them with heavy rope, looping them over the head board.

 

[darkest_fate]

Rachael fought and struggle for at least a little while longer, kicking and biting and punching while she could. But he truly was the Sin of Anger, and impressive creature that certainly wasn't going to be defeated by a half-trained angel with no weapons of her own. The more Rachael fought, the most likely what he said became. The most recent words rang in her ears, worming into her brain, nearly making her sob.

As Alexander dragged her, Rachael focused on keeping herself together. Instead of fighting, she channeled her energies into healing, mending the bruises and scrapes she was getting from the dragging, even putting a bit of a field between herself and the tunnel around her. the halls nearly blurred as they moved, so determined and quick was Alexander. The angel gaped at some of the things as they passed, her eyes not really taking in the stranger, fouler sights.

Before Rachael could fully process things, she lay upon his bed. No more struggles, but instead defiant glares, her blue eyes turning into twin glaciers, boring into him. The immensity of him, the sheer size difference. Easily double her size, with a foot in height and who knows how much in weight, most if it muscle. Rachael could feel that hard, heavy body just hovering about her, and it made her lick her lips, nerves rising.

"I believe that you're foul," she replied. gathering enough energy, she spat at him, infusing the glob with just a hint of holy energy. she also tried to yank down her hands, trying to will herself to slip free of his grasp, to prevent her binding at any cost.