The Angel and the Demon

The scents of Paris lingered throughout the streets. Yes, there was the city smell; the bodily smells of sweat and breath, and the earthy aromas of stone, of the dirt, of the buildings rising around me. But there was sweetness - the fresh pastries and coffee in the small café just down the road. And there was her scent.

It was everywhere, lingering and teasing me. My mouth watered, and I licked my lips in eager anticipation. I was only ten years, maybe fifteen, behind her now. I had been tracking her for nearly that long, but when the hunt began, I must have been some two-hundred years behind, maybe more. It was a fierce, haunting odor, now, that deliciously exciting smell that drew me on. I was drunk on it as I strolled down the streets of the city, ignoring all but that leading aroma.

It had been a long hunt, this one. Her kind was rare, now, on the base earth. Most had taken flight to lofty perches centuries ago. I had half expected that of her at some point: her trail would just go dead, and my hunger would go unquenched. But she kept on going, never knowing she was prey, and I predator. My body quivered with excitement. This kill would be more satisfying then any before it, and maybe it would be my last taste of such divinity; there was no way of knowing.

I walked for some hours, following her trail. I did not stop when she had, and like always, with my every step, I was gaining on her. A day perhaps, maybe less, but closer still to sinking my teeth into that tender flesh, my claws into her hot body. Just the thought sent a pulse through me - humans call it hunger, but it's not quite the same for my kind, I knew. I did not require this as fuel; I desired it for pleasure and power, but craved it none-the-less. Maybe addiction was a better word than hunger.

It was at a small hotel, just a hole in the hall place off the back alleys, but that's where the scent changed. Soured. I knew the odor - fear. Here, she had been afraid. That was not a good sign, for her to be afraid, and I snarled in frustration. Had one of my brethren caught her here? I was the only one tracking her, lest they still be somewhere behind me on her trail.

I glanced at the outside, letting my senses flow through the building. There was more here for me to learn, I just had to find the right spot. Corner window, third floor. It was occupied, but that's where she had been when . . . when it happened, whatever it was.

I leapt for the window, gliding easily up to the sill. I pass through the glass without a sound, as though it was nothing more than air, which for something like me, it is not. It was small, drab bedroom, faded carpet, old furniture, dirty curtains. In its prime, twenty years ago, maybe more, it was probably a nice place, but now age had worn it down to cheap accommodation for tourists seeking more privacy than that offered by a hostile.

The room was not empty as I entered. There was a couple in the bed, a young man and women, maybe in their twenties, thirties. Sometimes I have difficulty identifying human ages. At first, they were unaware of me, and he, on top of her, continued to pump and thrust their naked bodies together, huffing with each stroke as she moaned her delight beneath him. It was warm and tender, lots of kissing and touches and gentle looks passing between them - these were lovers enthrall with the beauty and wonder of magnificent city about them, and they were expressing the depths of their emotion for each other through physical joining.

It was no wonder that the presence of something such as myself would disturb such a moment.

She noticed me first, and when her eyes turned to me, they widened with shock and horror. My comfortably fit black suit and white shirt were, as always, clean and wrinkle free, and I went without the tie, since I preferred a more casual look. I took great pride in my appearance; it was one of my top three sins with lust and wrath being the toppers. Trim dark hair with a bit of scruff about the face, striking dark eyes, muscular, broad build that could never convey my actual strength, and always well dressed, I am by no means a foul thing to look upon - not unless I want to be - but handsomely disguised as I was or not, the mere fact that someone would be standing in their room, watching their most intimate moment, would be unnerving to just about anyone.

His gaze followed hers, and ours eyes met. He, too, was shocked to see me there, but before he could rise to challenge me, and surely be killed in the blink of an eye, I whispered to him. That's all it takes for me to touch the mind and the heart, a whisper to unleash the darkness inside. Humans are such fragile creatures. They know they are capable of terrible, vile acts; what few realize, and even less understand, is that not only are they capable, but deep down, they want to do them. It is this wanting that my words can sway; I didn't force him to do what happened next. I just showed him that he wanted to; I helped him find his own lusts, and let him do the rest.

In an instant, I was forgotten. He spun back to her, his fist cracking her across the jaw with such force, her head bounced back a forth a few times after the impact. At first, she was too stunned to make a sound, but then she whined and cried out to him, throwing her arms up to defend herself, to block his assault. It was a useless effort. He struck again, her blood already dripping from his knuckles, and again. Within moments, her face was swollen and bruised, and blood flowed from several places. She was woozy, barely conscious, and he fucked her with every ounce of strength he had, plowing her body with more passion and enthusiasm then ever before. One hand was firmly clasped around her throat, and her rasping gasps were music to my ears.

I watched for a few moments. I watched him continue to beat her as he fucked her body, using her flesh for his pleasure. She was meat for his cock, a hole to pumped and filled at his whim. He let his fist fly as he wanted, laying in to her stomach or striking her tits like they were punching bags, all the while choking her. And fucking her.

As much as I enjoyed such displaces, I had other matters to attend to, and I swept the room, scenting out history to piece the puzzle together. I was vaguely aware of hearing him cum, and loudly, in the background. I noticed only because it resonated with the sounds of more fists on soft flesh, which made me smirk to myself.

She had been here, and here she had been captured. Human smells linger much less than her kind, or mine for that matter, and after such a long stretch of time, are difficult to identify. I crawled about, slowly creeping through every bit of the room, feeling it out. I found the right spot, and the scent hit me. Nicholas Jeffries. I drank in his scent, one long draw, and knew it well. His was the type of smell to last the long years, being more powerful then most of this pathetic species. I laughed. Who else would be so bold as to capture an angel? In the past, it was quite common, but in these times, few would do so, but he, ah yes, he would be one to try. And succeed, it seemed.

And now to find him. I spared a look to the bed, and was awarded with the site of him fucking her hard in the mouth. Her swollen face was covered in his cum, and if her eyes weren't completely swelled shut, they were full of his juices. Her lips hung slack, and as he viciously rammed his dick down her throat, and deep too, her jaw bounced loosely, giving testament to the fact it was at least unhinged, if not broken. I lingered a moment more, just in time to watch him carelessly flip her body over, spread her ass cheeks apart, and, with her waling unintelligibly, drive his spit-and-blood slicked cock right up her ass in one thrust. She could barely move, wrecked as she was, but still she flailed, until he grabbed her wrist, bent her arms back and used them for leverage to fuck it to her shit-hole. Much more of that, and her arms would be out of their sockets too. I grinned as I turned to leave - humans were such entertaining creatures. I wished I could stay and whisper some more ideas into his ear, teach him how to really hurt her, how to completely let go of restraint and plunge into his unbridled lusts. This one had potential.

But I had other work tonight. I stepped through the window and fell to ground below. I was on my cell the moment my feet touched the ground, and was walking away from the scene of her abduction so many years ago. I let my thoughts linger on that couple just a few seconds more as I wondered: will they find a murder tomorrow? Just an assault and rape? Or would those two be together for all times, living out their greatest lusts? I often pondered the fates of those to whom I speak, but I don't care enough to follow through, and there are so many toys to play with, what does it matter if past ones are broken?

The voice on the other end was familiar. "Hey! Brother! To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?"

"I need information, Ursiel. Information you would have."

"Do tell. And what, pray, would be the price you are offering?"

"Same as always, friend. Twenty fleshes."

"Mmm, tell me what you want to know, and I'll tell you if your offer satisfies."

"Nicholas Jeffries." It was said the French way, which I preferred, without the 's' sound at the end. "Where is he?"

"Hmmm . . . got you business with Nicholas? Interesting. Twenty be fine. Nicholas built a mansion, oh, 'bout twelve years back. He be in the States - northern New York. It's a large place, but tucked back in the woods and mountains. Protected, Brother. You know what I'm saying? Nicholas is no fool."

"Of course he's not. He's one of those that know. And he knows quite a bit, too. What's he, two-hundred something years now?"

Ursiel laughed. "He's 253, and still so young compared to us."

I laughed with him. "I'll be on guard, Ursiel. And thanks."

"Good luck with what you got going. Knowing you, Brother, it's got to be tasty. Fare you well, now."

I hung up the phone and sucked on my teeth. Twelve years he had it built, and took her soon after. He built a prison, and captured his prize. But he hadn't known she was my prize first. It wouldn't be a long trip to New York, but I was hungry now. Too hungry to break in to such a place without nourishment. A city like Paris had all sorts of ways a creature like me could get my fill; all ready the streets were full of people, most of them ripe for picking, plump and juicy with corruption.

I preferred cultivating, though, and before I left that night, there was a sudden outbreak of attacks, rapes, and murders. They were all within a few hours time, and in all cases, none of the perpetrators could be identified and there were no witnesses to any of the crimes. The cops labeled it an appalling mystery. I called it dinner, and was on my way.

* * * *

Ursiel was right, the place was well protected. But as I surveyed the building, my sense revealed many of the wards were to keep things in, not prevent entrance, and most were set to trap the divine, not the infernal. This was not a place I would need to fear, I thought, but it would be foolish to go in without some caution. After spending this much time on the hunt for her, I would not loose her to my own impatience. It just wasn't my way.

But the direct approach was my way. I wasn't one for skulking and sneaking; just not my style. So I went right to the front door. Oversized, wooden, old; it reeked of wards and spells, incantations to keep things like me from even touching it. The windows would be the same, but this did not concern me. Against my weaker brethren, this might deny them entrance.

With nothing more then a flexing of my power, the wood exploded inwards, showering the room beyond with high-velocity shards. The guards, all four of them, were ripped to shreds by the flying debris; they never even knew what was coming.

Alarms were sounding in the distance, which was of no surprise. I didn't plan on being here long, and had no delusions of doing this undetected. As soon as I stepped into the house, her scent called to me. She was here, alright, and had been since her capture. Damn, she smelled delicious! Even more so than when last I had her scent, this aroma was tinged with pain and fear, and those savory spices gave it an extra tang that just made my mouth water.

I wasn't really paying much attention to where I went, only that I was following her trail. Upwards, two, maybe three flights of stairs. Down hallways, through doors. I ran into more of Nicholas guards, but there were little threat. Their weapons had been prepared to deal with more blessed saviors. Their bullets couldn't even pierce my skin. Sadly, I could not say the same about my clothing; my shirt was quickly being shot to shreds by the ineffectual hail of bullets they kept sending at me as I pursued my prize.

I was getting pissed: this was new and expensive silk shirt and suit, and I vented my anger on any of them that got close enough for my hands to reach. After a few became nothing more than bloody splatters across wall and floor, my pursuers lost some of their heart and fell further and further behind.

Her door was guarded, however, and these two were prepared. They were not just sacks of flesh wielding stupid toys, they were trained, the Knowledged, as they are sometimes called. They knew about the forces of light and of the creatures in the darkness that feasted on flesh and blood. And both wielded swords inscribed with runes of power and symbols of both the holy and profane. Nicholas was no fool, and he had his captive well guarded. No doubt these two could use their weapons, and I, with nothing, could do little to defend myself against those slashing blades.

Except, I had one advantage still, even as they turned towards me slowly, with caution, down the hallway. Anyone that would hold her hostage as these two had done, and do the things to her I suspected they did to tap into her power, anyone who could do that to an angel was already walking within my influences. These were not good people; already corrupted, these are the easily led.

I looked deep into them, delved their dark secrets and hatred. They probably thought themselves safe from such investigation with their eyes turned down from mine, but I was far stronger than most, and did not need to seek out those portals to the soul in order to see into them. It was so easy for me, and even against these Knowledged Ones, for I had power most had never dreamed.

Jealousy. Envy. Not one of the Seven I generally give into, but so often it burned within these mortals. And it had so much sway to it. Envy turned to wrath so easily; it only ever took a few words.

"She loves him more than you. He fucks her when you aren't around. She dreams of him, thinks of him when you are with her. Her cunt aches for him when you fuck her. When you fall asleep, she creeps out of bed and calls him, and they laugh at you and plan their next rendezvous, and he tells her how he will fuck her. And she cums over and over as they talk, longing for him, unsatisfied by you. She does things for him she won't for you, because she loves him more. She will do anything for him, anything he asks, and she stays with you because they think it is so fucking exciting to be dicking around behind your back."

It wasn't true, but it didn't have to be. My words had power, and they touched something inside. The spark was there, I just gave it fuel, and watched as the fire took the man before me. He raised his blade and cut down the other guard, cursing and shouting about a betrayal that never happened. I kept whispering to him, and after a spree of unnecessary hacks to a dead body, the guard, exhausted, aimed his blade for one last strike and shoved the weapon through his own belly.

I grinned. Mortals can be so easily manipulated.

The door to her chamber was well warded, and I tore it down with but a thought. My prize was beyond, and nothing else was of importance to me than finally claiming what was rightfully mine.

She was on the floor, a huddled ball laying her head against the crude bed. She was naked, curled as she was, I could make little out other than pale skin, too gaunt, and a thick mass of golden hair. She was shuddering, crying I imagined. "Please, no. No more. I beg you, let me be awhile! No more tonight."

Maybe it is hypocritical of me, or maybe I am just not choosy about what invokes my rage, but seeing a creature like her so tortured by mortal hands spurred a seething anger within me. Yes, I had slain and devoured hundreds of her kind, and unleash ruination upon thousands and thousands of humans, but this sight before me, this proud creature laid low and begging for mercy from the pathetic creatures in this house, this disgusted me.

"No, no more tonight. Nor ever."

My voice roused her, and she turned her face to me. She was my opposite in many ways - fair and light, golden with piercing blue-gray eyes. Even rimmed red with tears, they were beautiful. And mistreated as she had been, she was still gorgeous to look upon, her apparent frailty and weakness only adding to the beauty.

"Who are you?"

"I have come for you," I replied. "I am not one of Nicholas pets, either. We are leaving here, now."

Her eyes were trying to focus on me; more likely she was trying to use her other sight to see me for what I really was, not this mortal guise, but she had no power for such. "I don't think I can walk," she said, her voice low. "They broke my legs and have kept me bound for years."

"We aren't walking," I said. I turned my attention to the wall behind her, the stone exterior of the house. There was a sad little window, enough to give her just a ray of light each morning to keep her hoping for freedom.

I roared out my anger, vented my rage, and the entire wall buckled from the impact. Seconds later, it exploded outwards, the whole ten foot section ripped apart and flung from the house. The cool night air rushed in to greet us, and I unfurled my wings as I picked her up from the floor. She was so light, so small, she nearly disappeared when I wrapped my arms around her. Two steps and a leap and we were out in the openness and freedom of the darkness, leaving behind a house thrown into turmoil.

She shifted about in my grasp, and soon I found her arms around my neck, her face buried into my shoulder as she cried for joy and whispered her thanks over and over again into my skin. I was very aware of her body pressed into mine, her soft flesh against my hard muscle. Her breasts were crushed against my chest, her nipples pressed between the tattered remains of my clothing and slid vaguely against my skin. Her smell was intoxicating. I was loosing focus, my attention more and more centering on her presence.

"Can you fly?" I asked.

She hugged me tighter for a moment, and then nodded. "I can try. I haven't in so long. Don't let me fall."

I made no promises.

Her wings spread up and out from her back, and I gently released her to the wind. She was unsteady at first, and I slowed my pace to keep up with her, but within moments, her strength and ability were returning, and she took great joy in spreading her wings wide and soaring through the free air. I watched her, and ignored the stirring within me that the sight caused.

It was not a long flight, not for creatures like us, and we had put hundreds of miles between Nicholas and ourselves. It was at one of my homes we were seeking refuge for the evening. I landed lightly at the front door, and she followed me down. I caught her in my arms when her weight made her legs give out. She was so light, no burden at all. She was silent as I carried her in and up to my room. She looked to be in thought, and I was struggling with my own ponderings and said nothing.

I laid her down on the bed, and she sprawled out on the comforter, her face full of joy at the softness. The cleanliness of the room only emphasized the dirt and filth caked on her skin, and I didn't look much better in my blood-soaked tatters.

I stripped off my shirt and jacket and tossed them to the floor with a sigh. My back was to her, but I heard her shifting on the bed just behind me. "I know why you took me from there," she said, which surprised me.

"Are you going to try to run?"

"No. I have no hope of escaping you. I have no desire to."

I nodded. At least she was aware.

I felt her small, delicate hands on my back. One caressed along the tight ridge of my shoulders and neck, while the other stroked the dense flesh between my still-extended wings. She was gentle, caring, and her touch was empowered with longing - I could taste her desires.

"I have one request," she whispered, her head mere inches from my ear. "I wish to thank my savior properly. I don't want to die without once giving myself consensually."

I turned around to face her, and found her kneeling on the edge of the mattress, her wings extended to keep herself balanced. She was looking up into my face, her own visage full of desire. "You give yourself willingly to me."

She nodded. "All of me. As much as you care to take, for as long as you will have it." She leaned in and kissed my chest. Her lips were soft and warm against my flesh. She had no qualms about licking away the sweat and blood that lingered on my skin as she unhooked my belt and pants and shoved the clothing to the ground.

Her fingers were timid as they danced along the length of my cock, but as she felt the stirring and heat in my dick, she wrapped her fingers around the girth and slowly stroked it to life. She looked up at my face, and biting her lip, whispered, "Is that a yes?"

I pushed her back on the bed, and she fell onto her back with a moan of lust, her wings flayed wide. I crawled up on top of her, letting my massive frame cover hers completely. Hers hands once more found my cock, and she guided it down between her legs.

"Mmmm, it's so big," she mumbled as she pressed the head against the hot, wet folds of her cunt. "I . . . I want to take it all."

I had no doubt my rod was larger by far than any that had raped her at the mansion. After all, I was able to sculpt my own flesh, and took great enjoyment in breaking mortal bodies with my dick. I had ripped, torn, and ravished the flesh of so many humans, I had lost count. I took great pleasure in the knowledge that, after I was done, there was almost always blood on my member.

I thrust forward, ramming it deep inside of her. She cried out, her whole body tensing from the sudden invader stretching her wide and plunging into depths never explored. I was surprised by how wet she was, and how easily she did manage to take my cock inside of her. Her arms wrapped around my back, pulling her torso up off the mattress and into my body. Her hips pumped, and mine met her rhythm. She was moaning her pleasure and desire, riding my cock like whore.

She looked up into my face. "Show me your eyes," she gasped, her face pleading. I had no doubt she was in some pain from this fucking, but she was loving it completely. And she wanted to see inside of me, the depths of me, not the wall I put up to hide my true nature from humans.

I closed my eyes for just a moment to rid from my sockets the fake orbs that completed my disguise. When I opened them again, I revealed to her the blackness of my soul, the dark void of vice and sin that was my entire existence. The plague of the spirit that I was to humanity. I showed her all the foul things that I had ever done, the atrocities I had committed, and the joy I had taken in committing them. She would have doubt of her own fate, able to read the passing of all the other angels before her that had fallen into my clutches.

When ours eyes met, though, I saw she, too, had cast off her mortal barriers, and showed me the light and the purity that was her being. The joys she had taken in her existence, the things she had done, and, through it all, she showed me the loneliness she endured, the constant seeking of a companion. She showed me everything I would be taking from her, when I devoured her life and soul and took all of her power for my own.

We, an angel and a demon, had laid ourselves completely bare for the other as we fucked on that bed.

She was crawling at the sheets, grabbing them up white-knuckled as I plowed her small body with my huge cock. She was getting closer and closer to orgasm, and she let me know it with her voice and her body. One hand caressed my cheek, and once more she looked up at me, utter joy and pleasure on her face.

"Do it, my savior. Take it from me."

The soul is a powerful thing. Unless offered, it is often guarded from direct influence and attack, except in moments of weakness, like a sneeze or during an orgasm. Most demons had to wait for such moments to strike, to claim a mortal soul and devour it. I was strong enough to not need to wait for such moments any longer, and preferred to persuade my victims into sin and corruption before making a meal of them. With some, the more powerful creatures, such as an angel, it was much more of a struggle. It was fight and cunning, which is one reason I enjoyed it so much. She was too weak to struggle at all, and even if she could put up resistance, her climax would lower her guard long enough for me absorb her spirit completely.

But she had opened herself up to me. She wasn't just unguarded from weakness; rather, she was actively pushing herself into me. Giving herself to me for my pleasure. She was sacrificing to me.

"Do it. Devour . . . my life . . . as I cum!" she squealed as her orgasm hit her. Her body went rigid in my grasp, and she screamed her delight. One hand tore the bed covers while the other clawed at my back, digging deep into my skin. I kept fucking her, harder, faster, driving deeper into her flesh to brutalize her body all the more.

I lowered her away from me, so that we were no longer chest to chest. I held her with one hand, and my claws sank into her the softness of her left tit, sinking through smooth skin and yielding flesh. I reached through her body, seeking her heart, and her cries became louder and more intoxicating to me, blending ultimate pleasure with horrific pain. I never stopped fucking her tight hole, and she continued to ride back against me, bucking me deeper into her body.

As my talons sunk into the beating mass of her heart, her cries reached their crescendo, and my own, deeper voice mingled with hers, shaking the very walls around us as, together, our pleasure was complete and sublime.

* * * *

Hours later, I peered out the window of my bedroom, starring out into the vast void of the fading night. My carpet was stained with blood, but that did not matter. It had stopped dripping from my clawed hand sometime ago, and now was just a black caked mess. It still tasted sweet when I took a moment to raise a finger to my lips to have a lick.

"They will come for me," she said from the bed. I heard her stirring, stumbling to stand and leaning on anything she could to support her weight as she moved towards me. I had healed her legs, giving her the ability to walk again, but it would take time and determination to get that strength back.

"That would be foolish on their part," I replied, truthfully.

"So are you to be my guardian now, as well as my savior?" She stumbled a bit as she came to me, and eased her weight on my shoulder. I didn't respond, just kept my eyes leveled out on the horizon, my thoughts facing like mad through my mind.

I had spared her. Why? After such a long hunt, to have my prize struck, wounded beneath me - I was touching her heart with my talons, I could have ripped it right from her breast and eaten the beating mass before it cooled. Why had I stayed my hand? What was this feeling come over me? Had I really pledged myself to protect her? This creature? I had never protected anything before in my life - I killed. I destroyed. I devoured. But I did not protect. Why was I doing so now? I had feasted upon the flesh and blood of so many of her kind, and this one I spare.

She moved to stand before me, and slowly, carefully lowered herself to her knees at my feet, letting her tits slide down my body as she did so. I looked down at her, my eyes lingering about the wound on her left breast, the glaring red flesh where my claws had pierced the tender skin, down to her heart. It had been bliss to touch her so, to hurt her like that, but I unmake her flesh. Something in me had warmed to it, somehow, and yearned for it. I had sated one hunger, and created another unlike any I had known, and gained a companion. I was pleased, and yet confused.

It dawned on me - gained a companion. I, who had walked in solitude through countless decades, had taken a companion, and an angel no less. I had drunk in her life, but in return, had let her share in mine, giving her back from me what essence I took from her.

She caught my eyes upon her and smiled up at me. "I am worshipping my messiah as he should," she said, rubbing her delicate cheek against my flaccid cock. "I will always worship you how you want to be worshipped." Her hands ran up and down my legs. "I am your flesh, and you my lord. Use me as you want, and when I no longer please you, feast your fill upon my flesh and bones." With those words, she engulfed the head of my cock in her mouth and began to suck me to hardness once more.

It seemed to me that she had accepted my companionship as well. The angel called a demon her lord and master - it thrilled me to hear the words part from her lips more than I could have thought possible. She was to be my plaything, but also, it seemed, my playmate, and in me this idea stirred a certain joy unlike that gleaned from hunting her these last centuries. I had captured my prey, and made a most worthy pet of her.

I began to understand. I had known hungers, addictions, before this moment, but true lust and passion had never burned so hot and deep within me. This angel, on her knees at my feet, worshipping my cock with her mouth, and soon to do so with all of her body, had awakened in me a great fiery desire. Part of it, I knew, was the want to bring her down to my unholy level, to saturate that flesh with vile corruption and to see one so pure and full of divine grace to delight in the atrocities as I did. But the other part, was to feel that want from her, to feel her needing me and lusting, absolutely lusting, to bring me pleasure. My hunt had gone beyond prey for sustenance and power, but for flesh over which to rule.

I touched her cheek. "Continue to worship me, little one, and to see to my pleasures, and you will live in my graces." The world had been lonely for both of us, but now we had each other. Between us both, nothing would ever stand in our way. I looked out the window, enjoying the feeling of her taking my cock as deep down her throat as she could, and I knew we, two, would be together for ages to come, and that for both of us, here and now, was the beginning of a grand new life. There were many playthings out beyond that glass in the wide world, and I would no longer be seeking them alone.