Hell Fire and Angelic Desire (Alexandria94 & Lumafae)

Full Demon Form: General Caym, Demon form

Human/ Normal Form: General Caym, normal

As the smoke cleared, the General and his fellow demons emerged victorious over the battle against the angelic forces. He, along with his men, let out a battle cry that sounded for miles. "General Caym, sir! We have found a survivor, and something you'll find rather appealing." The creature smirked up at the towering man, his eyes still glowing, skin bloodied from the battle. Caym smirked back, nodding to the messenger to show him the way.
After stomping through the carnage, crushing heads and bodies beneath his clawed feet, he came to an angelic guard, his body impaled on a spear, the other end in the ground behind him. He struggled to die, slowly bleeding out. Caym grinned, gliding his finger against the wound before putting it to his lips, sucking it clean of blood. "Mm, sweeter than wine." he cackled.

"You.. Fucking demon.." he spat, coughing a bit, blood splattering onto Caym's feet. The general turned, looking down at the holy being as he struggled to give his last words. "You'll never win.. " Caym glared at him, scoffing at his comment. "I already have." he hissed, grabbing hold of the angel's shoulder, slowly pushing him down, forcing his body to slide along the spear, his eyes rolling back into his head as he choked on the blood that was being forced through his throat. The body lay crippled, twitching with the spear still sticking out.
"General, we have something else, come hurry!"

Caym was astonished when he laid eyes upon the angel before him, her wings so powdery white, she gave off a faint light, like most angels do. He kept a straight unwavering face. "So.. What do we have here?" he asked slowly, kneeling down to examine the chained woman. His bloodied finger moved under her chin, lifting it to better inspect her. Unharmed. "Tell me, girl. Your name." he demanded, his eyes black pools, empty and void of humanity. They stared into deeply hers. He was a fearsome sight, standing well over six feet high, closer to seven with rippling muscles; a towering brute of raw muscle. "Your name, angel." He snarled again, his hand grabbing hold of her face, her chin in the palm of his hand as he held her face in front of his.

Zoe watched the battlefield as the people she knew and loved were ripped and torn to shreds. It hurt her heart looking at them after they had chained her. She was an archangel, the only female one and she thought she should be able to fight along side them as their equal but they had told her that she needed to stay this way, that they would come back for her when the war was over. Now the war was over and the people she loved and cared so deeply for were dead and she thought she was alone: until she heard the cries of a wounded angel.

Even though they were about one hundred feet away from her she could easily see what was happening and it disgusted her. The demons truly had no compassion and it almost made her feel bad for them. Although she knew all too well what too much caring would do for someone she wouldn't give up the only thing that kept her sane: feeling like she could do something.

The look on the angels face as the demon was in front of him, licking his blood made her stomach hurt and she could feel her wings behind her start to twitch as the urge to fly to him came to her. The slight twitch made the chains rattle and she saw a demon look at her as she heard the last scream of the angel she would ever hear.

She had a scared look on her face as they walked over to her because she didn't want to be there, but she also had no where to go. As the General approached her she wanted to try and fight him but knew she held not a chance. The bloody finger he touched her with made her cringe as he held her. He wanted her name but she wasn't sure if she wanted to give it to him, she just figured he would kill her like she had watched him to do to nearly everyone. "Why does it matter?" She hissed to him, despite how nervous and scared she was. "You are just going to kill me, just like you did the rest. So just do it." She said to him as she looked up to him, trying to keep a last bit of dignity.

Alexandria94 said:

Zoe watched the battlefield as the people she knew and loved were ripped and torn to shreds. It hurt her heart looking at them after they had chained her. She was an archangel, the only female one and she thought she should be able to fight along side them as their equal but they had told her that she needed to stay this way, that they would come back for her when the war was over. Now the war was over and the people she loved and cared so deeply for were dead and she thought she was alone: until she heard the cries of a wounded angel.

Even though they were about one hundred feet away from her she could easily see what was happening and it disgusted her. The demons truly had no compassion and it almost made her feel bad for them. Although she knew all too well what too much caring would do for someone she wouldn't give up the only thing that kept her sane: feeling like she could do something.

The look on the angels face as the demon was in front of him, licking his blood made her stomach hurt and she could feel her wings behind her start to twitch as the urge to fly to him came to her. The slight twitch made the chains rattle and she saw a demon look at her as she heard the last scream of the angel she would ever hear.

She had a scared look on her face as they walked over to her because she didn't want to be there, but she also had no where to go. As the General approached her she wanted to try and fight him but knew she held not a chance. The bloody finger he touched her with made her cringe as he held her. He wanted her name but she wasn't sure if she wanted to give it to him, she just figured he would kill her like she had watched him to do to nearly everyone. "Why does it matter?" She hissed to him, despite how nervous and scared she was. "You are just going to kill me, just like you did the rest. So just do it." She said to him as she looked up to him, trying to keep a last bit of dignity.

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The angel was heavily guarded, her escape was non-existent- and she knew that. He grinned a toothy grin, his sharp teeth even stained slightly red, before giving a twisted chuckle. "No, doll face. That's not my style, especially with such a delicate prize.." he leaned in closer, his lips grazing her ear as he breathed, "Now, if you don't give me your name, I will rip those pretty little wings off and make you suffer. " he whispered into her ear.

Just as he thought he was going to get an answer, he was interrupted. "General Caym, we should return to camp and rest before making the trek home..