A Hell Beyond Time, A Heaven In The Present (viktoff samson x Neva)

[Viktoff Samson]

Two figures dart between trees as rods of golden lightening crackle through the air in such a flurry that they could barely be seen. They could most certainly be heard. Whatever was going down was ripping through this forest with such great speeds that trees were crashing to the ground miles back in the trail of ruin. Suddenly, one of the pair that caused this violence was pinned to the ground with one of these rods of light straight through his right forearm and firmly in the ground. At this point, holes torn through his red and black clothing and his left eye almost a smokey black with blistering bloodshot glowing red lines cracking through it, he glared menacingly as his opponent appeared before him with an ominous deep laugh. "Can't evade me now, can you? Demon." The glowing floating winged being spoke as the white clothing that hid her naughty bits also levitated around her. But, to her disappointment, the savagely torn demon before her grunted as he pulled his arm up off the rod of lightening and stood before her breathlessly. She grinned wildly as she drew an invisible string with her left hand and pointed her right index finger in his direction. Just as it appeared she drew this string far enough back another rod of golden light crackled into existence. For some reason, the prey stood there with his bloodied red bangs cast over his eyes and the Angel continued to hold her arrow as if she craved this hunt so badly that she wanted him to evade this next attack too. But, to her clear disgust, he seemed to just stand there with his broken and torn body. "I-Idiot..." She muttered, holding the invisible bowstring for so long that her arms began to falter. She closed her eyes for just the instant it'd take to release her grip and loose the arrow into her prey. But, her eyes shot open as she was caught off guard. Numerous womanly pale arms appeared from behind her along with black smoke, gripping her arms into place and even very casually violating her, causing her to shriek in shock and her clear lack of invitation to such acts. Before she could glare at her handsome demon prey, he was gone.

...

It was harder and harder for him to breathe with the holes in his chest. The effects of the angel's weapon making these wounds very real and his abilities to really travel greatly reduced. He'd ultimately pass out in the large yard of what appeared to be a normal house, about a state away from where the fight took place hours ago. He couldn't run like had been up to now, and he let the grass cushion his fall. He needed help, but he silently hoped that help wouldn't come in the form of an emergency call. His clothes already weaving themselves back together with it's living thread and his wounds doing the same but slower. He was just so clearly not human, even a human just barely overhearing a conversation about a Demon would recognize him as one in this moment.

 

[Neva]

Faven was having a bit of an adventure outside in the night, living with her aunt and her family was hard so she used to go on exploring at night when it was hard to sleep. Her current stay was in a location which was outside the purview of noice or pollution, a nice and warm country side without much of a neighbours and much closer to the woods.

An ideal location for her to live as she loved the peaceful environment and all the birds and animals that would always give her company. Her friends at college always asked why she lived so far and also walking every morning should be hard as well. But Faven enjoyed that walk a lot also her late night walks like the one she was taking.

As she was walking back home, she felt a presence of something different, something strange headed towards the direction of her home. Cautious and worried she ran towards he home to find a person laying on the doorstep wounded. As she walked closer her hands moved automatically to her mouth identifying that it was not a human or earthly being. But not giving that little detail a thought she supported his wounded body as she take him inside the house to her room whispering "it's ok.. everything's going to be fine.. No one will hurt you here" She smiled at him reassuring that she meant what she said and slowly took him to her room closing the door softly and making him lay on her bed. "I'll get something for the wounds" She said as she went towards the washroom getting the first aid box which was her best friend that patched her up on many occasions. "You'll be fine" She genuinely smiled as she hold his cold hands warming them.

 

[Viktoff Samson]

He was heavier than he looked, his lean body actually being a little more muscular that it led on. It didn't really help that he couldn't assist Faven as she lifted him to move him as he was unconscious when she approached him. His blood wasn't really mobile as it didn't really transfer from his clothes to her own or her skin and he didn't even dirty her bed as she dropped him on it. In this instance, he was already moving his way into a recovery mode of sorts and the back of his brain had plans for re-purpose-ing that blood anyway. He couldn't hear her despite how much comfort he'd find in her words, but he could tell there was something around him that he loved very dearly, in a supremely dark way. A way that he couldn't begin to describe without incidentally writing a horrific love letter that could give psyco-therapists nightmares. His breath slowly returned to him more and more as her bed comforted him.

Though, as she left him to get something to cover his wounds, his repairing process was nearly complete and the holes through his body were largely more pulled together. The flesh and blood she'd be operating with weren't quite like a human's and as long as whatever caused the wound's effects wore off he'd be able to pull himself together. It wasn't that he was okay or healthy, because it cost his body's economy something every time it pulled itself together. His head stirred as he opened his eyes and smiled just a little at the ceiling above him. It wasn't a hospital room or a jail cell. The likelihood of what dragged him in here being an Angel or a Hunter was pretty much zero at this point and he could likely defend himself even in this weakened state. His red bangs falling apart as he turned his head to look to the door that was ajar. Like this, his exuding handsomeness just couldn't be ignored, especially his jaw. He looked as though he were crafted, shaped for a purpose. As though all things that could be achieved by looks alone stood behind any number of doors and he was a key that could fit them all. His smile faded, though, as he drew his eyebrows together and groaned a little. Angels fucking sucked, and their effects on his body with their weapons was the worst.

 

[Neva]

Faven kept looking at him and his wounds, they were bleeding but wasn't colouring her bed as it supposed to be. She clearly knew that he wasn't human as his body, perfect face and healing property were proof enough. But what scared her was that, even though his wounds were healing, he seemed to be weak and whatever he was facing must be extremely strong and beyond powerful for her to fight against, so she decided her best bet will be to help him with his fast recovery so he can atleast protect himself.

Faven saw his eyes focusing on the door and he was either ignoring her or he wasn't aware of her presence as he never acknowledged her presence. She took a deep breath and said "you seems like you wouldn't need a dressing, but you seem weak, so you can stay in the room without anyone knowing ok" She said smiling at him not sure if he heard what she said.

Faven slowly moved aside as she stood near the window giving him some space. Her small frame was glowing as the moonlight hit her. She smiled as the wind caress her hair making it flutter with the wind. Her smile, breeze and the moonlight made her look like a picture of an angel, so surreal, so beautiful. She took and pour a glass of water as she moved towards his handsome self "do you want water? It might make you better" she smiled extending her hands for him to say yes or no.

 

[Viktoff Samson]

It took him some time, but Tristan recovered to the point that the deepest and darkest needs of his wicked heart compelled him to awaken. And to his gracious womanly host's great luck, she was by the window looking out it and out of his arm's reach as he scanned the room around him with his objectively feeble form. His head would only turn a little as his deeply black and red right eye and normal left eye took in the room this woman offered him. She was right, he didn't really need to be bandaged up as his holes sealed themselves and even his clothing seemed to tether itself back into one piece. "Okay." He spoke back with his voice matching his handsome form, even despite the damage and the blood he outranked teenage heart-throbs in his appearance and his voice could even sway the hearts of angels to sin. He was a Demon unlike most others, Tristan was practically royalty in the purity of his blood to a line so rigidly powerful and noble. Well, comparatively noble for a Demon's sake.

And then his host approached him from the window, losing the heavenly position and glow around her form graced upon her from the moonlight. It helped his eyes adjust to her shape along with the paleness of her skin, the color of her hair and her youthful energy. As she offered him the water, he raised his eyebrows weakly before taking the glass and guiding it onto a nearby surface before wrapping his arms slowly around her and forcing her to lay with him with his cheek upon her head. She was so much smaller than him, and he needed her warmth. Despite the searing he received from his wounds, his chest was practically thawing with her contact. "Thank you, Miss." He whispered to her as he held her tight. Slowly distracting his murderous intents with lewd ones with their proximity but actively trying to act on neither.

 

[Neva]

Faven, was confused at first as he said okay and then as she gave the water to him, he just pulled her with him hugging her close after taking the water and placing it at the table. Faven's heart rate sped up with such proximity. As he hold her tight, she felt a kind of connection with the man.

She squirmed a bit as he held her tightly and as she heard his voice, she recognize the pain in them and she stopped squirming she slowly turned her face towards him smiling and said "you're welcome, but you're hurt, you shouldn't abuse your body as such. You need rest and you voice tells that I'm hurting you. If you're afraid of me calling someone, then I won't" She said as she ran her fingers along his soft hair. "You should rest, it'll make you better" She kissed his forehead trying to make him feel good.

Faven hated seeing him in pain, the look of pain and sadness in his eyes doesn't match his handsome figure. She was sure that he was not human, but she believed in helping anyone who would want help.

 

[Viktoff Samson]

Of course Faven was now sharing a bed with a Demon, and one of two likely unwanted scenarios was probably going to happen. Tristan fought both of them as long as he could while he cuddled with Faven and made her feel his body against her own with cuddles more suited an horny married couple rather than cutesy teens just trying to brush each other's chests against each other. "You aren't hurting me, human." He whispered to her softly with his lips near to her ear as he forced her soft and lovely frame against his handsome almost chiseled body. His hands roaming up and down her sides along with a certain bulge brushing against her. Even if she didn't know everything about making physical love, it was an impressively sized thing for sure.

He kissed to her throat after she kissed his forehead, smiling softly as he held her so tightly without escape within his arms. In just one more moment he rolled to be on top with his lips pressing to her collar bones, his hands squishing her hips seductively and his eyes peered into her own. "I know of something that can really help me out. And you were as truly genuinely interested in helping me out as you claim, you should help me with it." He spoke in a low, softer voice as he brought his face over her own and took her bottom lip between his own and slurping on it gently. All while doing this he brushed against her lower body with his own, making her feel him more and the rhythm in his head.