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Angels and Demons

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Church

Supernova
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Jan 4, 2011
"You have been charged for envy and seeking the sin of physical pleasure" The words boomed through the courthouse, everything was a brilliant white, though it seemed like hell to Alec. "Your punishment will be 1,000 years on Earth, without your wings" the male said, a ripping feeling starting in his shoulder blades and going down his back. He looked back and saw his beautiful white wings being carried away by two angels who had just pulled them out. It was agonizing, bringing him to his knees as they came back and applied a gel-like substance to keep it healthy.

When he blinked again he found himself on paved streets, dressed in white cloth that was wrapped around him. He started freaking out a little bit, not knowing what he should be doing or where he should go. Little did he know that he was in New York City, one of the most populated cities on the planet and the most active demon 'nests' in the world. Demons were everywhere, some even blending into society and looking completely human, especially when wearing contacts to hide their eyes. Alec was lucky that there weren't too many people around and that he was near a restaurant, realizing that he needed food, something he had never wanted before.

He tried going in before they kicked him out, apparently you needed some sort of exchange for food here, and something he was lacking of. He wrapped his arms around his body, feeling like he was freezing, and his feet were killing him, not having anything to cover them up with, they were bleeding. He made it to central park and sat down on one of the grassy hills, holding his feet and muttering in angelic, waiting for it to heal him and groaning in disappointment and frustration when nothing happened.
 
You wouldn't think you could get bored having free range on the Central Bos-Wash corridor, but... Well, people surprise themselves all the time. It used to be a fairly small juristiction, just a bunch of red skinned devils constantly warring and taking the members of other tribes to replenish their damaged ranks. It all changed with the coming off the Bretons. The Dutch. French. Swedish. English. The Vikings came earlier, but they failed horribly at leaving a lasting impression and were far north of his area, anyways. Now things were more active, meaning that he even had some demons working under him. Who he tended to keep busy lest they try to usurp him, as was custom amongst all the fallen angels. "Well, business awaits."

After eyeing himself in a wall of mercury, he disappated the poisons back into the atmosphere. He brushed through his hair with a comb, his black hair changing into a mahogany as it spiked somewhat, as well as throwing in some pine green into the tips. He knew his current face enough to make the necessary changes to the nose. His skin still had a somewhat dark tint form his years with the Indians, but one couldn't have everything. Giving himself a short goatee, he headed through the park to find any immigrants or vagrants who might have dropped by since the previous week, then to trade them off to one of his more violent or greedy coherts. Hey, he had to pay for his earrings and manufacturedly casual suits somehow.
 
Alec had been in this new hell of a world for a couple of days now, and he had to admit that he could not for the life of him see the beauty that some angels raved about. He had found clothes, or rather, stole them from a store, making him look like he had more than some of the others that were homeless in the park. Bathrooms had been where he washed, keeping himself looking fairly clean, although he looked exhausted. Jeans covered his lower half, a plaid flannel shirt and thick jacket on top. A homeless shelter happened to have a nice pair of boots that a man had donated that were a little big on his feet but they would work. More than one person had tried to steal the clothes off his back, and being in God's army before had put him in much better shape than the others, even though he hadn't eaten in a couple days. Alec had been preparing himself for prostitution, knowing it would be what he had to do to get something to eat and a place to sleep that was warm.

A man caught his eye who he hadn't seen before. Some walked through the same place every day on their way to work, and those he didn't even speak to. Others, with wedding bands, he seldom spoke to unless they looked at him with clear interest. This male, however, seemed to draw him out of himself and he found his feet carrying him towards the stranger. He timidly touched his shoulder and the innocence would be clear to any demon who saw him that he was a fallen, untainted angel. "I...uhm...was wondering....if you had any food. I'll do whatever, but I'm hungry and cold" he said softly, looking up at him. Physically, Alec looked to be around twenty two and although he had been around much longer than that his recent position had made him give up his dignity and practically beg for food, giving whatever was going to be required of him, even his virginity.
 
Ahh, the sounds of the night. The birds cawing, the cars rolling by, the vagrants coming up to him... He eyes scanned the boy. His might look like a young man, but the additude... It was likely he hadn't even heard a dirty joke before. Clothing too big for him, a bit of a shiver that could have been his imagination from the oncoming winter... He leaned out a hand with long, bony fingers. Yes, he had meat on them, but the knuckles just showed up no matter how he tried. A wedding ring, a marine acadamy ring, some enamled one for the Ivy league, a jeweled one for the Super bowl... Combined with his fist he could probably tear open skin, whether by slapping or socking. "You are over eighteen, correct?" He could handle the police well enough, but he didn't want to have to deal with more entrapments.
 
Alec nodded, to him it seemed a stupid question, an eighteen year old would practically be a baby, he was four hundred years old. He then remembered how quickly the humans aged and looked around, thinking of an age that he might resemble "I'm twenty" he said simply, looking up at him and trying to judge by his reaction to see if it fit or not. "Why does it matter how old I am?" he asked, looking at his hair and dark skin, wondering why he would even be talking to him or needing a prostitute when he was so handsome.
 
"No reason." The man assuared, looking down at the pure boy. "You just seem to hold this... Innocence to you." He licked his lips, sharp canines being shown with a strange sheen in the dim lamp light. Oh the shame of using up humans so quickly. Unless he started going after infants he would be stuck with those who had already sinned with their bodies a multitude of times. "I think we can come to some arrangement. Do you have a father?" He thought over if this would end up as one of the dead victims, the mindbroke ones, of the ones drooling for him or another to drill him, getting off from the musk he released during intercourse as if it was high grade heroin.
 
"Oh, okay" he said softly and crossed his arms, shivering "can...can we go somewhere warm?" he asked him, having been outside for a few days with the onset of winter was killing him, especially when he was used to the climate of heaven. "Just God" he replied softly, though he didn't even know if God wanted him anymore now that he was preparing to commit this sin. The males teeth were startling, the whiteness of them noticed first, then how sharp his canines were, almost as if he had files them to get a wolffish look. Yes, he would have innocence floating around him, coming off of him in waves, such was the nature of being pure and untouched.
 
"Sure..." He looked over the boy as he mentioned who his father was. He seemed more of a son of Adam. Though would he be a Cain or an Abel? Either way, he was going to enjoy finding out. "I can't have just anyone coming into my home." He growled as his hot breathe blew towards the boy, the mist visible from the cold of the season and night. "Show me your stomache." He commanded, wishing he brought sunglasses to looking menacingly from. "I need to sure that you are untainted. Don't bother taking it off the whole way, just up to your neck will do." He fiddled around in hispocket before getting out a phone, preparing the camera.
 
Confusion spread across the features of the fair boy, looking hesitant but eventually dropped his hands the the hem of the shirt. His fingers wrapped around the bottom and pulled it up all the way to his neck as he had been asked. Cold shocked his body, goosebumps rising up and his nipples perking to little nubs. He didn't know how his stomach had anything to do with if he was pure or not, and why couldn't he just tell him that he was untainted. He had no reason to lie, and lying would have been terrible when it concerned something like this. "Why do you have to take a picture?" he asked, feeling extremely self conscious about himself.
 
"Just need to make sure that no one gets the wrong ideas about you." The demon said as he took several snapshots, before eyeing the lower belly. But that couldn't be right.... "Get pants below your hips." He ordered, wondering if the belly button was just further under. Until then, he would enjoy the looks of the hard nipples and the uncomfortableness in the boy's eyes as he exposed his skin in a public place. "This is all standard stuff, but unless you want me to report you to the police for propisitioning me for sex... I suggest you just do as I say." He eyed the hairs of the body, ribs that might or might not beshowing, the length of his nails... His eyes seemed to glow as he took in the sights in the dark.
 
Alec was extremely uncomfortable doing all of this. All he wanted was something to eat, somewhere warm to spend the night and he would just block the rest of of his memory. After he asked for him to pull his pants lower he started getting angry "I wanted food. You're the one who brought up sex" he said but pulled his pants down so that the only thing they were hiding were his genitals. His stomach was thin, especially after the lack of food, and the tops of his hips were visible through the skin. He had always been a slight boy, and this only added to it. He didn't look starved but every one of his ribs were at least slightly visible, and could be counted. He had been trying to avoid the other males eyes during this whole encounter but glancing up towards them, they were strange. He heard something behind him and flipped around, dropping his shirt but not before the demon would see the bottom of the scars that ran the length of his back, jagged and still red, though the pain had finally subsided.
 
Things had gotten far more interesting. "Alright, I'll take you in." He began to lay on the charisma, walking up to him and cupping his hands over his genitals, the warmth of his palm contrasting with the cold night as footsteps could be heard. "Come with me and I will make sure you are warm and fed. His hands locked around the genitals, with his nails sharpening into short talons. There was a phrase for this. "When you have someone by the balls, the hearts and minds will follow. Humans are so interesting, aren't they?" He began to back away with the boy into the darkness, his spare hand slicing sides of the pants as he drew the boy further from the path. "Come home with me. You wouldn't want anyone unsavoury to find you when you are alone."
 
It wasn't a pleased look that crossed his face, but one of relief. It came at a hefty price but there wasn't much else he could do when he was completely cut off from his way of life. He shrunk when the other came close, eyes going wide and jerking when the other grabbed him, shocked that he would do something like this in public where someone might see him. A timid squeal left his lungs, following him out of fear at this point. "Hey! What are you...." he protested, the cold shocking his bare skin and now the only thing he could do was follow him and hoped they were going somewhere warm. 'I'm beginning to think you're unsavory' the angel thought to himself, narrowing his eyes at the other when he wasn't looking at him. There was no changing his mind now, unless he wanted to freeze his ass off, literally. He wondered if the hospital could do anything for a frozen ass. A side track his mind had gone off on to avoid the real problem he was in.
 
The demon took the boy home with him, passing various gangs on the look out for intruders, cops looming threatening, boys and girls on streetcorners flirting with the demon as he passed, asking for more work. "Don't they look happy?" He asked the incognito angel as he came to an apartment building, heavilly barred. He punched in a complicated code, while seeing himself being watched, and likely not just from his new fun. He liked letting people try to get into his home. It meant he would have something to do after they failed in getting out. "What is your name, anyways? Or what do you want to be called?"
 
Alec followed silently, taking in everything. No one seemed to be paying him any attention, even though he was following a male who had claws ready to cut his balls off at any moment. Confusion once again spread across his face. No, they didn't look happy. They looked desperate, probably the same desperate that he was sporting when he went up to the demon. It was strange, it seemed as if the cops could have been looking straight at them and yet they couldn't see him, either that or they didn't want to, and just let the crime go by unnoticed. "My name is Alexander but I go by Alec" he said in response, suddenly wondering why he had even told him.
 
Now to wait. He stood fiddling with the door for a few minutes to allow some people to begin moving in. Adding a few more codes, he signalled for an incident to be staged, causing a lot shrieck to be heard as the sound of gunfire rang through the night. Experts might be able to tell how it was from no ordinary handguns. The locals would know it wasn't from any guns at all. Just part of a sound system set up in the area to add to the atmosphere and scare intruders away. Or, in cases like this, inside. "Hurry in, Alexis, and don't look back!" He ordered softly but harshly as the sounds outside rose as the door opened to reveal a hall with a staircase off the the side and many doorways, the doors removed.
 
The sounds freaked him out enough and he was already moving before the other had said a word. He did stop, however, hearing the other male "my name isn't Alexis" he said before hearing more shots, taking off and ducking into the first room he found, sitting inside the room and covering his head with his hands, not even paying attention to what was going on around him or who else might be there with him. He didn't know why someone would be shooting a gun in a crowded place, they might hit someone or even kill.
 
OOC: Sorry, missed this.

The demon slammed the door closed, knocking the a lever which began to close the series of bolts. "Your name is whatever I want it to be. Now, you are going to work, as you offered. Do you want to eat now or after you are on the ground in our sweat, your blood, and my bootprint?" Shoes, yes, but it sounded better. "Now tell what you are going to do to make me keep you rather then through you out to be eaten by the hounds?" Though to have the blood of an angel... He didn't know if he wanted to share something so exotic and pure. Especially after it got tainted.
 
Fear and confusion flooded him. He looked up, seeing the door and realizing that it was far too late to change his mind now. He cowered beneath the male, looking much less composed than in the park only minutes earlier. "Okay" he said softly, looking up at him, pure fear in his eyes. Eating afterwards sounded terrible, but he felt so sick right now he didn't think he would be able to swallow a bite with his mouth and throat so dry. "A...after" he muttered, trying to hide how utterly scared he was. "I...I...don't know" he said, whimpering and looking around. There were things in the room he had never seen before, and had no idea how they worked but knew that he didn't want to find out. "Whatever you want" he said, eyes darting up to his face before looking down again in embarrassment.
 
"Sit in my lap." The demon said as he sat in a hardbacked chair, begining to arouse under the looks and whimpers of the boy. He looked down at him with hunger, thinking of what he was to due. Was he to take the purity at once or bit by bit? Forcibly take it or let him come to him? Take him for walks, perhaps, soaking in wet in oversized white clothing... "Tell what you would do if you had the chance to make someone do ANYTHING for you. Every dirty, little, secret. Or I will eat you." He didn't specify how he would eat him, of course. It was mostly for shock value.
 
Alec swallowed hard, getting up and turning his back to him as he cautiously put his butt on the others lap. This was by far the most uncomfortable situation he had ever been in and if he made it out in one piece he would never do it again. "I wouldn't want them to do anything. It's terrible" he said softly, his eyes widening when he said he would eat him. "I...I guess I would want them to touch me and kiss me" he said softly, wondering if that would be good enough for him. He didn't know what else to even say. He had never done anything or even heard of anything sexual and that was simply the naughtiest thing he could think of.
 
'Come on, come on.' The demon said to himself as he waited for the boy to come to his lap. He wasn't going to break him in just yet, but he still wanted to get him into his grasp without forcing himself. Finally, he came, putting his cute butt just away from his arousal, which the demon then willed down before it came up to him. "Now show were you would want them to touch and kiss you." He ordered, tickling under the boy's clothed balls. "Surely you have done something with your friends." He was trying to pull his chain to see how long Alec went on pretending to be human, but the thought of a bunch of angels playing with each other...
 
If the angel had felt his arousal he probably would have jumped off of him and freaked out until the other had subdued him. "No...no. They like girls and didn't ever" he said, squealing when he felt the hand on his balls, unable to deny the pleasure he felt. "I wanted them to touch me everywhere" he mumbled, remembering why he had gotten kicked out of heaven. "I had one friend. He...he touched me...down there" he told him. Zachariah had gotten banished to hell for a couple thousand years for initiating the contact.
 
"Right here?" The demon asked as his thumb rolled over the same area while his other arm hooked around him, raising under his shirt, his extending nails scratching over his chest out of view. "And did you ask him to? Did he do it again? You wanted more, but he wasn't around, was he?" He asked while one of the talons circled where the navel should be. "Girls weren't good enough for you?" Licking his lips he lowered his hair closer to the angel's face. He would need to remember to research who this was and what he had done. See if the other friend, if he wasn't lieing, was around and ready to join Alec chained to his bed.
 
"Mmhmm" he nodded, his breathing hitching as he was touched. "I didn't ask him to. But I liked it. More than I should have. I went to find him again but he was gone." He was glad he had been sent away. He thought that it might have been a new chance, so that he could forget about him and go on being an angel without his temptation. "I don't like girls. They've got weird curves and..." he stopped talking but his hands moved around his chest, indicating breasts. "My parents didn't like him" he said, going back to Zach. He obviously wasn't speaking about parents, but the archangels who watched over all the younger, impressionable angels.
 
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