The following story may contain some explicit sexual material.
Though not blatantly pornographic, reader discretion is advised.
Were this a movie, it would probably gain an R rating.
This story was written as an exploration of character and while
it might be considered erotic, the intent was to delve into
the minds of the characters rather than to sexually arouse the
reader. If you are looking for that you should look elsewhere.
However, if you are offended by sexuality, you should look
somewhere else as well.
This story is Copyright 2000, Krystoff Vagabond.
It may be
freely redistributed as long as it remains completely intact
and unmodified (including these headers). I welcome comments
and criticism. Please send any thoughts you have on the
story to kvagabond@mailcity.com
-Krystoff
Angel: Fall From Grace
"Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law."
Words issued by a god, but, unfortunately, not by her own.
Many tales were told by man. Man, favored above all of the
Lord's other creatures. Many tales, and she knew them all.
Years, as the men called it. Years had she studied their
ways, their cultures, and their stories. To be among them.
To be one of them. Favored by her Lord. Mastering her own
destiny. To hope. To dream. To feel. To live a life. An
actual life. Breathing in air and experiences, treasuring
each because it could be her last. Loving every moment.
Moments. The term had no meaning for her. Time is an
invention of man, one she had yet to come to understand.
Time was a means to an end. A way of segregating reality
into easily digestible chunks. Better her way she believed.
Better to perceive each an every experience at once. She had
not studied for years. She had always studied. She had
always enjoyed it, and when the end would come, as it already
had and will again, she would study still the ways of men
and take delight whilst she wroth in the pain from the bolts
of his hand.
His breath was warm and her skin tingled as it rolled
down her neck and over her shoulders. Tension in her
stomach. Her very insides pulling her toward him as her mind
tried to pull her away. Something she had never feltŠ a
cloudiness in her mind. Her mind could not focus and if
breathing had been a necessity for her, she knew she
wouldn't be able to. "No" she told him. Refusing him not
because she wanted to because she didn't. Not because it
would do any good, because she knew it wouldn't. It would
end as it had. It would end as it did. It would end as it
would. "No" she told him because that is what she did. The
word hung in the air as he reached around her waist and slid
his hand across her stomach. "No" the word floated away from
her lips and with it her protests as her silky feathered
wings folded down to her sides.
His skin was hard. Rough. More like stone, but in some
way the most pleasing thing she would ever touch. His very
touch was warm as though thousands of torches burned within
his body. As the scaly red fingers of one hand traveled
along her hip and up her side raising her arm high above her
as he cupped her breast. Sharp black claws on the other hand
combed through the golden tresses of her hair and trailed
down her cheek. She closed her eyes as the inevitable came.
She reached behind her, tiny fingers trailing along the
slender horns, snaking to their base and grasping at his
skull. At long last the words escaped her lips.
"Yes"
And he was inside of her. Her mind racing. Her body
flowing. Feeling, as do the humans. And yet flying, like the
angel she was. Two bodies entwined throughout eternity. A
moment. Forever. A pulsing in her flesh. In her heart. In a
soul eternal yet already damned. Her halo glowed brightest
it ever had and pulsed raced as her heart tried its hardest
to burst from the chamber of her chest. Her wings spread and
her soul sang from her lips. This instant. This moment. All
that she had ever been was enraptured in this single act as
sin itself coursed from between her legs and throughout her
body. And yet if this moment did exist then it was the one
she had always felt and the one she had always yearned for.
Pleasure. Ecstasy. Emotional. Physical. Spiritual. Timeless.
It couldn't end and it didn't but it already has.
Cold. Another feeling, heretofore unknown. Ice shooting
through her veins. Yet light blinding her. Fear, a word the
men use and another she had not understood. Tied so closely
to time. Fear is the anticipation of something yet to come.
Fear is the anxiety of what may be. There can be no fear if
there is no next, and yet fear is what she knew.
"I'm sorry." She would plead as she stood her
judgement. No answer would come. She knew as he did that she
was not. Knowing that her moment came because it must and
knowing that it was and could not not be. All times. All
emotions conflicting. Wonderment. Pleasure. Fear. All at
once. All at all. Studying the exploits of the children of
god. A god who's law she had broken and that event had
resulted in greater pleasure in her life than any other.
Fear of the pain that was soon to come. Fear of the pain
that already had. Pain that was now.
She felt as though she would explode as the bolt hit
her back. Pain. One emotion, all others replaced.
Electricity. A lightning bolt casting her from heaven
falling towards the earth. A trail of smoke followed her and
she coughed as she realized her wings were on fire. Coughed
because she couldn't breathe. She plummeted like a star
falling through the sky but it all stopped when she hit the
ground.
Darkness engulfed the alley save for that cast out from
a single beam shining down on her from the heavens and from
the light cast by the flames engulfing what was left of her
wings, the only remnant of the celestial creature that she
had once been. And with her wings her angelic grace burned
away. Her halo faded a final time and there she laid.
Mortal. Naked. Alone in an alley awaiting what might come to
pass.
"Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law."
Words issued by a god, but, unfortunately, not by her own.
Many tales were told by man. Man, favored above all of the
Lord's other creatures. Many tales, and she knew them all.
Years, as the men called it. Years had she studied their
ways, their cultures, and their stories. To be among them.
To be one of them. Favored by her Lord. Mastering her own
destiny. To hope. To dream. To feel. To live a life. An
actual life. Breathing in air and experiences, treasuring
each because it could be her last. Loving every moment.
His breath was warm and her skin tingled as it rolled
down her neck and over her shoulders. Tension in her
stomach. Her very insides pulling her toward him as her mind
tried to pull her away. Something she had never feltŠ a
cloudiness in her mind. Her mind could not focus and if
breathing had been a necessity for her, she knew she
wouldn't be able to. "No" she told him. Refusing him not
because she wanted to because she didn't. Not because it
would do any good, because she knew it wouldn't. It would
end as it had. It would end as it did. It would end as it
would. "No" she told him because that is what she did. The
word hung in the air as he reached around her waist and slid
his hand across her stomach. "No" the word floated away from
her lips and with it her protests as her silky feathered
wings folded down to her sides.
Cold. Another feeling, heretofore unknown. Ice shooting
through her veins. Yet light blinding her. Fear, a word the
men use and another she had not understood. Tied so closely
to time. Fear is the anticipation of something yet to come.
Fear is the anxiety of what may be. There can be no fear if
there is no next, and yet fear is what she knew.
Darkness engulfed the alley save for that cast out from
a single beam shining down on her from the heavens and from
the light cast by the flames engulfing what was left of her
wings, the only remnant of the celestial creature that she
had once been. And with her wings her angelic grace burned
away. Her halo faded a final time and there she laid.
Mortal. Naked. Alone in an alley awaiting what might come to
pass.