Breaking the angel (Saber Arturia and Sheena-Tiger)

[Revelations]

The battle was lost for the angels the moment the demons had taken the advantage. Rather than simply fight head on as the Angel’s desired, an ambush had struck their lines from the side, and it was Amalia at the charge – a succubus, the demon had taken arms like any other, and had made a name for herself as not just a corrupter and breaker, but a warrior as well. Through the fight, she had looked for any angel to take as a prize, but it was not until they had arrived at the haven that the angels were defending that she had found what she came here for. Even in armor, the succubus seemed sinful in every way, from the way of her virtually naked hips, to her long and luxurious lavender hair.

And the angel she had found? A beauty with raven hair and white wings… It was not long before she had the being bound in chains, her arms behind her back, and legs bound by the ankles to keep her kneeling and supplicated. Rather than continue on the front lines, Amalia had found her prize, and was content with leaving the rest of the conflict to her brothers and sisters – she was nothing if not capricious when it came to such matters.

Her estate in hell was a lavish one, with opulence and grandeur to put mortal wealth to shame. While selectively few in servants, the lush building remained clean and free of any sort of dust or filth. The bedroom she had set up as the angel’s new ‘home’ was second to only her room, a lush room with all the creature comforts one could ask for… Save the promise of freedom.

A curvacious woman, Amalia was striking in many ways. From long and luxurious purple hair that reached well below her backside, towards a thick and lovely frame, she had clad herself appropriately for her first ‘true’ meeting with the angel. Purple eyes regarded the winged woman coolly, her heels tapping almost impatiently as she waited for the woman to wake from her unconscious state as one hand brushed against the stockings that ran up along her thigh. With nothing covering her top safe a corset that all but bared her full breasts, her tail swished idly, as if waiting for a sign to make the angel feel properly ‘at home’.

 

[Sheena-Tiger]

'Aldegund', that was the first thing that came to the angels mind when she was slowly stirring back to consciousness. The next thing were flashes of what was her memories before she had blacked out. It had been weeks since the latest series of battles had started but as one of the less experienced, young angels, she had not been in the fights far away. Only when the actual fighting had come dangerously close to the gates of the place she had been send to help keeping watch over, she had seen real fights. Almost completely immortal like their enemies, fights did tend to keep going for long times and she had defeated a few demons, what could be defined as such at the least, before she had found herself surrounded and the world had exploded in white pain from the back of her head.

It had happened in around the middle of the fight, neither she nor the horned and tailed person with these purple eyes resting upon Aldegund actually experienced how it had ended since soon, the young black haired angel had been missing from it like her captor. The young angel blinked, it was clear that she, while completely healed from the many bruises she had received despite the armor she had worn during the fight, that Aldegund still needed a bit to sort her thoughts and what she was seeing. Grey eyes wandered around the room, leaving her more confused as she had expected to see either her sleeping place or the cell's of the demons she had heard many stories about but not this kind of room.

After some seconds the raven haired angel was finally jerking awake and tried to jump up from her kneeling position she had held subconsciously, only to finally find out, she was secured by chains, leaving nearly no room between her legs and ankles. Being taken by surprise and still a little dizzy, the angel showed not much grace as she lost her balance, dragged forward by her own strength she had put into the motion, landing on her front and face, white wings flapping helpless while she strained and struggled against the chains. "What's the meaning of this!?" she demanded to know in a sweet voice, made more for singing or other gentle tasks and not commanding someone around.

 

[Revelations]

As the world came back to Aldengund, it was immediately clear she was not home. Amalia couldn’t help but give out a small smirk as she heard the sound of her voice, and the struggle of her wings mixing together with the rattling of chains. “Ah, you’re awake.” As her heels clicked against the tiled floor of her estate, she kept her eyes focused on the raven haired angel, slowly moving them along her body. “I was wondering when you would rouse. Are you hurt? I tried to make sure things were gentle for you, but I am afraid that sometimes demons can get out of hand...” Tapping her finger against her lips for a moment, her mouth began to widen in a smile as she moved to keep a foot or so away from the angel.

“Welcome to my estate – and welcome to hell, my darling.” Amalia’s voice had a slightly husky tone to it, the words coming out slightly heavier, but with a rich, sultry tone attached to them as well. “I suppose you’re quite confused, aren’t you?” Taking a moment, she moved to cup her hand against the pale angel’s cheek, giving a small smile. “Would you prefer if I began at the beginning or would you rather I cut to the chase and explain why I have a pretty little angel like you bound in chains?” She asked, leaning forward, lips all but ready to plant a kiss against the angel’s forehead, only to brush against her softly instead.

 

[Sheena-Tiger]

The young angel trembled, her position, laying helpless on the ground, was outrageous. She tried her best to use her wings to get back up at least into a kneeling position, but her arms on her back were already in the way and the wings hit the ground as well, stopping their motion and actually hurting her more than being of any help. All in all, while Aldegund looked the part of an angel, she was right now more closely resembling a helpless bird than the majestic creature she surely thought herself to be.

The teasing words with the husky voice of the demon were not helping the mood of the raven haired angel one bit, in fact she was quite furious, nothing unusual for a fighter like her, but an emotion they were able to keep in check without falling from grace. Her grey eyes did show her disdain for the demoness. "My name is Aldegund and I am only a simple Soldier. You will get not information from me but I am sure there will be lots of information from you once my rescuers capture you. I promise, you will be handled much better than your minions handled me." she told the purple haired succubus, believing this was some attempt to learn important things from a captive. All she knew was, that creatures of hell used deception and one should never trust anything they said. If Amalia was telling her, they were in hell, they likely were not, was Aldegund's conclusion, though her base for everything was starting at the false thought that Amalia actually wanted to have information, not that her trainers ever had told her any other possibilities. At least, she was not feeling overly humiliated at the moment, despite her ungraceful position and the nice feeling of warm, gentle lips brushing against her forehead, a feeling she was able to ignore for the moment, a feeling which would have made her blush if it had been back home, coming from one of the other angels.