6 comments/ 8280 views/ 9 favorites The Fall of Wrath Ch. 01 By: ecrmdd67 "You have a new slob to kill, sir," a balding gnomish man bowed handing a tall dark man an envelope. "I thought I was done for the night," the dark man growled snatching the envelope. "Apologies, sir, I am merely the messenger. He personally sent for you." "He did, eh?" "There is a reason you are called Wrath, sir," again the small messenger bowed and skittered off into the darkness, vanishing into mist. Wrath growled to himself, he turned around and surveyed his recent kill. The floor of the warehouse was soaked with blood and the victim was dismembered, body parts strewn about the room. The drug dealer he had just slaughtered was supposed to be his last mark of the night. As a daemon, Wrath couldn't be killed by mortals but he was tired, his business never seemed to end. There was so much sickness in the world and it was Wrath's duty to slaughter the wicked. He was weary of the bloodshed. He was not the only daemon charged with this duty but he was the best, best in that he had an artistic, professional, signature way to butcher his marks that pleased those that requested the execution. He was an assassin of evil from the spirit world. His home on the other plane of existence was inhabited by daemon, immortals that were tasked with tending to the care of the mortals by the gods. Wrath was not evil but he was shunned by his own kind. He was considered a dark daemon, one of the daemon who dealt with the lesser pleasant tasks that were punitive of the mortals, such as curses. Wrath opened the envelope and looked down at the name on the parchment. Deirdre In his mind he could see her location and what she was accused of, the man who requested her death was devastated by her salacious affair with a much more attractive man. Wrath could see and feel the husband's thoughts of her cheating and the arguing. Wrath did not agree with this reason for death but the justice daemon had approved it and requested him. This Deirdre was beautiful. In his mind he watched through the husbands eyes as he spied on Deirdre undressing for her lover. Her skin was like porcelain; soft and smooth. Her long straight flame colored hair was in bright contrast to her pale skin. Her eyes were a vibrant emerald green. Freckles decorated her nose and her shoulders. She let her dress down off those freckled shoulders and fall to her waist. Her full round breasts exposed to her lovers hands. She had small pink nipples which her lover pinched and flicked with his fingers. The image was blurry in Wrath's mind and he did not understand why. He shook his head and cleared his mind. Regardless he had one more kill tonight. He did not want to waste his time. Wrath disappeared from the warehouse only to rematerialize in the dark shadows of Deirdre's apartment. Deirdre was asleep on the bed in her room. The soft glow of the moon shone on her. Wrath silently crept up on her raising his sword to strike. She was even more beautiful through his own vision. Wrath shocked himself to realize he was so affected by a mortal's beauty. Something bothered him however. She did not look quite the same as how her husband saw her. Wrath gently pulled away the blankets that covered her, revealing her bare body. The runes that mortals magically tattoo on their skin are put there for many reasons, most are protective sigils. However women are given a rune as infants that prove their innocence in order to attract men to marry them. He was right, that was what was bothering him, in the husband's vision, Deirdre still had the rune signifying her virginity. He hadn't realized that it was there until now. Deirdre, lying in her sleep, clearly had the rune in its official spot above her collarbone. Wrath lowered his sword. He watched her quietly thinking. How could she be guilty if she was still untouched? He gently lifted her hand, she did not have a ring of belonging on her finger. His gaze drifted to her breasts. They also were sexier in person; they were smaller but still a very appealing size. Her breasts were also less perky but only due to being the size they were, they were still firm. His pants felt tighter as his loins warmed. He realized why the vision had been blurry, the vision was not real it was invented. Deirdre's hand jerked out of Wrath's hold. Instinctively he raised his sword. Wide eyed Deirdre stared at Wrath. He placed the tip of the blade at her throat. "Tell me why someone would want you dead?" he eyed her suspiciously; his eyes could not help but stray downward, lustily working to engrain the image in his thoughts forever. In his mind he cursed her for sleeping in the nude. "I don't know!" She managed to get out. Her breasts heaved with her panicked heavy breathing, her nipples erect with the cold air in the room. Her smooth taught stomach was clenched tight in fear. "Please," she begged, "Please don't kill me!" Tears welled in her eyes. The vibrant green eyes were darker in the moonlight, they were wide in fright and despite the terror in her face she was lovely. Her lips were full and her mouth was all to inviting for Wrath. Lust for the first time was overwhelming for Wrath. He dropped his sword on the floor but moved his hand to her throat to prevent her from escaping. Her skin was soft and warm to his touch, "Mortals are so weak, so soft, so delicate," he thought to himself. Deirdre turned her face away from Wrath's gaze squeezing her eyes shut trying to block out the situation. Wrath moved his other hand down to her breast firmly squeezing it. Deirdre gasped at his touch. She did not think it was possible but her nipples hardened further. Her eyes flew open again as his tongue circled her nipple. She dared look at him again. The daemon was handsome, although most immortals were. He wore a black t-shirt that was skin tight and fitted black jeans. His muscled arms were covered in runes and other sigils. He had long wavy black hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He looked up from her breast catching her staring at him. "I may still kill you," Wrath warned her, "That is after all why I am here." His hand trailed down her abdomen towards her pussy. Deirdre tried to retreat from his touch. She was clearly frightened of him, but her body instinctively reacted to his unwanted touch. She held her legs together as his fingers ran through her fiery pubic hair. Wrath worried internally, "I cannot kill someone I think is innocent but how do I disobey my master? How does a mortal smell so delicious?" Wrath took Deirdre's chin in his hand and looked her deeply in the eyes. "Don't struggle, you will not escape me if you tried." She trembled as both of his hands wandered back down to her legs. Wrath opened her legs to him. His fingers delicately separated her pussy lips, he lustily inspected her intact hymen. His face moved in closer, drawn to her. Deirdre began to cry as he rubbed his finger against her clitoris and his tongue hungrily flicked against her hymen. She did not however resist him. She was disgusted at herself for feeling the pleasure from his tongue. Wrath's cock was bulging against his pants and he unzipped himself to relieve the pressure. She tasted like no other woman he had ever bedded, granted this was the first mortal he would take, but her delicate scent and sweet taste intoxicated Wrath. He stood and pulled out his hard cock, it was throbbing and begging for release. "Don't cry," Wrath whispered in Deirdre's ear as he moved to kneel between her legs. He kissed her neck and lifted her firm, round bottom off of bed up to his thick cock. He pressed the head against her pussy lips. He rubbed himself against her. Despite Deirdre's fear of this daemon, she hoped that perhaps with this new interest in her, he would not kill her. Her body acted of its own accord and her clitoris hardened by his cock's touch. Wrath straightened, looking down on Deirdre. She was no longer crying but had her eyes squeezed shut. Wrath could hardly stand waiting, watching her, smelling her, and feeling her. Firmly gripping both ass cheeks he pushed himself inside of her. Deirdre cried out in pain as her hymen tore from the pressure Wrath's cock was placing on it. He pushed himself deep inside her. Her pussy clenched in pain and Wrath gasped in pleasure from the intense tightness as her pussy squeezed his thick throbbing cock. Wrath knelt there between her legs just letting himself feel her pussy surround his cock. Slowly he pulled himself halfway out of her, blood coating his cock dripping down her ass cheeks. He groaned as he thrust hard back into her, and again. Deirdre clenched her teeth and fought back tears with each painful thrust. She tried to push Wrath from her, her hands desperately shoving against his chest. He was huge inside of her, granted she had been a virgin, but Wrath's cock was much larger than your average mortals. Her pussy was not built for an immortals lust. Each thrust has equally as hard as the last and it made her whole body ripple from each brutal slam into her. "It will not hurt forever," Wrath tried to comfort her. With his fingers he rubbed her clitoris and he found despite her hymen tearing and the pain it was still rock hard. He lessened his thrusts and focused on Deirdre. He knew what he was doing was wrong but in truth he wanted her to want him as badly as he wanted her. He could see the confusion wash over her face as she experienced pleasure instead of pain. Her pussy, as tight as it was, clenched his cock now in desire. She opened her eyes for the first time since he penetrated her and looked deep into his eyes. Deirdre was still frightened, but the immortal's touch was the most incredible sensation she had ever felt. He did not have to rub her clitoris long when she cried out in pleasure this time with her first orgasm. Wrath began to thrust into her again, this time her face reacted positively, her pussy enjoying his monstrous cock's deep slams. Still Deirdre turned over and buried her face in her pillows in shame when he finished and let her drop to the bed. His cock hung, still thick but limp, above her ass, cum and blood dripping on her. Wrath's lust had been satiated for the moment and regret started to wash over him. He bent over and picked up his sword. He zipped up his pants and stood. He sheathed his sword and cleared his throat to get her attention. Deirdre ignored him wishing now he would just slay her and be done with her. She was having a hard time with her feelings about what had just happened. Wrath turned from her in his own shame and disappeared into the darkness. The Fall of Wrath Ch. 03 Deirdre stepped back from Wrath and moved towards her bathrobe. Wrath frowned as she concealed her body with the oversized robe. "That is probably best." Deirdre stayed across the room crossing her arms over her chest, "I could not stop you if I wanted to." "If?" Wrath's eyebrow arched in curiosity, but then he banished those thoughts from his mind, "I owe you an apology. I was weak last night, my lust over took me when I am normally more disciplined than that." "Why?" Deirdre started. "You are incredibly enticing to me." "Oh," Deirdre began to blush, "No, I meant why were you even in my apartment? Why would an assassin be sent to kill me?" "That was a serious mistake that I intend to rectify. The man, who made the request for your death, somehow falsified his memories. He portrayed you as his cheating wife. The justice daemon approved his request based on his false memories." "I am not married, I was a vir..." "I know. I saw your rune of innocence; that is why I did not kill you." Deirdre's chest heaved in exasperation, her heart was beating fast. "But you took me despite it?" She very nearly shouted, her anger overtaking her fear. "I intend to try to make it right." "You cannot make that right! I have a fiancé! He might not even want me anymore!" Deirdre took a step forward, shouting at him. Wrath growled to himself which caused Deirdre to step back. He kept his words from spewing out at her and stood thinking to himself. He could not deny when his master told him he may have a wife, Wrath was not displeased. He anger was barely controllable when he saw the two men at the pool put their hands on her. He had materialized behind them and it was all he could do to not take their heads immediately. He caught himself before he did, reminding himself she was still between them. "If he is worthy he will understand." Wrath finally said softly. Deirdre faltered, she did not know if Donovan would still love her and that scared her. "You said you would make it right? How?" "I will find the man who falsified his memories and I will kill him." At this Wrath pulled his sword out of its sheath on his back. He holds it out for Deirdre to inspect. "My sword is strengthened by the evil inside the hearts of the men I kill. If I should ever kill a guiltless person my sword would disintegrate in the innocent blood." He re-sheathed his sword. "Is that why you didn't kill me? Your sword?" "I am not an evil daemon, Deirdre. I have killed many men, and women too. But never a soul was taken that was not approved for death by the justice daemon, and as you well know they judge on behalf of the gods. I have never enjoyed my job, if I enjoyed what I do, I would be no better than those I kill." "What am I to say to my fiancé? I doubt he would find it easy to believe that an assassin daemon took me." "Why is that hard to believe? I suppose why an assassin would have crossed your path is difficult, but you sell yourself short. I did not speak lightly when I said I am usually better disciplined. Your beauty and purity is beyond anything I have seen for a long time. It is not hard for me to believe that a daemon would try to have you. I, again, am sorry for what I did." Deirdre was now blushing uncontrollably now and was letting loose her bathrobe. She studied the daemon's chiseled body. He wore tight fitting black pants and a button up shirt but only the bottom two buttons were actually buttoned. A shield rune was tattooed over his heart and a little hair was scattered across his chest. The hair that enticed her the most was the hair that led downwards from his navel and disappeared into his pants. She did not need to see his arms to know that he was well muscled under his sleeves. His rough beard and wild longer hair added to his sinister demeanor. "You know my name but I do not know yours," Deirdre finally responded. "My name is a complicated thing. It is a very special honor to know a daemon's true name. Those who know me call me Wrath. That is likely all anyone will ever know as a name for me." "Wrath? Fitting I suppose." Wrath nodded, "You should get dressed. I am taking you to see my master" "Wait, why? You mean on another plane of existence? Can I even go there?" Deirdre had never heard of mortals visiting the other planes. "Yes you can, as long as you are with me. I cannot babysit you and save you from every degenerate man you come across. We need a solution to keep you safe." "What would you suggest?" Deirdre asked with a slight degree of hope, which surprised her. Wrath was a little taken aback by the way she asked him, he did not dare tell her what he thought, "That is up to my master. Take my hand." Deirdre took Wrath's hand and before she could blink she was standing in a large stone building. Wrath looked down at her staring doe-eyed at the other daemon standing around in the hallways talking and going about business. "This way," he said gruffly and let go of her hand. "Are all daemon women so lovely to look at?" Deirdre asked following after Wrath. He turned and saw the daemon women she was admiring. "Would you believe me if I said they are rather average for an immortal?" "Average?" Deirdre's heart sank a little. A daemon woman who was beautiful by mortal standards but average by immortal standards meant a mere mortal was plain. She still had conflicted emotions about Wrath. The thought of him fucking her again, on more consensual terms, made her pussy wet but she also felt shame about desiring him before Donovan. The daemon women made her self-conscious, Donovan made her feel self-conscious. Deirdre looked at the floor and did not look up until Wrath stopped in front of a particular door. Wrath knocked and entered the room, Deirdre trailed behind shyly. An older looking daemon stood up behind a desk. Deirdre wasn't even sure daemon aged, but this man looked older and wiser. "Wrath? You brought her? A mortal to our plane?" the man behind the desk queried. "I did, its important." Wrath bowed. "Explain." "Clearly it was not long before trouble again found her. She needs something to keep men she just happens upon from thinking she is a slut. Is there a way she can just wear a ring of belonging until she marries someone?" Wrath growled. "Hmm, she cannot wear a ring of belonging. Those rings are specially made and magically imbued at the ceremony. False rings of belonging simply do not exist. However there is a ring that young widows and divorcees wear until they find a new spouse. It would explain her lack of virginity and still portray her as looking for a spouse, with her honor intact. It is the ring of seeking." "You did not mention this ring last night." Wrath tried to hide his annoyance, but despite what he truly desired he felt it was futile now. "I had hoped to not need to use that particular ring. It doesn't always hinder men. There has been a problem with brothels getting hold of these rings to hide their prostitutes and keep them safe when they weren't working." "I am engaged," Deirdre stepped up beside Wrath. "It won't be long before I do have a ring of belonging." Wrath's master eyed him cautiously appraising Wrath's reaction. "Hmm, if that is what you want?" Deirdre hesitated a little, "Yes." "Master," Wrath quickly started, "Did you learn of the man who requested her death?" "Yes, but I am not sure you should know who he is." "I need to know," Deirdre cut in. The master sighed deeply and stood quiet deep in thought. "Okay," he said finally, "His name is Hoight." "Hoight?" Deirdre gasped suddenly. "Do you know him?" Wrath demanded. "He is a patient at the mental health hospital I am doing some of my studies at." Deirdre sank to her knees. "I want to see Donovan now." Wrath's master held out his hand and ring appeared in it. Deirdre hastily put in on her middle finger. Wrath reluctantly in turn held out his hand to take her to her fiancé's apartment, the location he gathered from images in her mind. Donovan dropped the pan of water he was carrying from the sink when Wrath and Deirdre appeared in his kitchen. "By the gods! Deirdre? How did you? Who is?" Donovan stepped back recognizing the man as a daemon. "Who is this?" "That story is too long and too sad to tell, his name is Wrath," Deirdre's whole body quivered. "Donovan," her voice cracked; Deirdre began to cry. Donovan opened his arms and she rushed into them. "What happened?" Donovan held her for several long minutes. Wrath glared menacingly at the pair. He had acquired a gift for sensing evil inside mortals, he could also sense purity. Donovan wasn't giving him either feeling, which made Wrath uneasy about the true nature of Donovan's soul. Usually a person, Wrath cannot place immediately meant that person was not truly pure and had great potential for evil, but had not opportunity to discover it. Wrath entered Deirdre's mind, "Are you sure you want to tell him? I would offer myself in his place if you would have me." "What?" Deirdre pulled back from Donovan. She turned to Wrath. Wrath feigned ignorance to what she was talking about. "I didn't 'say' anything." Deirdre turned back to Donovan and she pulled back the hair hiding her bare neck, "I was," she choked up again. Wrath interrupted, "She was raped, by a monster of a being..." Deirdre stopped him this time, "But he is gone, and the justice daemon has already taken care of him. Wrath here was ensuring my safety back to you. I have this ring, um, instead." Her voice was quivering as she extended her hand to Donovan. Donovan stared at her incredulously. "Raped?" He suddenly reached out and grabbed her shoulder pulling her closer to him inspecting her neck. Deirdre flinched and Wrath reached for his sword. Donovan's eyes moved to Wrath, "I am not going to hurt her." He fumed condescendingly. "And this ring?" He lifted her hand up again to look at the ring of seeking. "It is a ring of seeking. The daemon gave it to me to protect me from those who would think I willing gave away my innocence. When," Deirdre faltered at this, "If you still want to marry me, the ring of belonging will replace the ring of seeking." Donovan felt the harsh stare of Wrath and the scared look from Deirdre, "Of course I will still marry you! It was not your choice; I would not hold it against you." Happily Deirdre collapsed into his arms crying. Wrath slowly backed away angrily, "I take me leave then, mortals." He vanished from the room leaving Deirdre feeling confused about the bittersweet emotions caused by his departure and Donovan mulling the situation over in his mind.