5 comments/ 37146 views/ 9 favorites The Angel vs. The Demon By: _Lady1SensuaL1Fire_ Down and down she went, with rapid speed. Thick white clouds swirling around her body, as she tumbled through time and space. Her eyes closed, arms out wide...her wings disappear. Emmanuelle travels through a sliver time frame......Down to earthy plains to complete a dangerous mission. Cast down as part of the punishment for her rebellious and restless nature, Emmanuelle now becomes human; her wings now gone, her safety net also gone. She will take on all human flaws and qualities....and thus begins a different life for the rogue angel, Emmanuelle... * * * Blinking softly, Emmanuelle awakens slowly. Eyes the color of new spring leaves, widen suddenly as she realizes her odd surroundings. Sitting up gently Emmanuelle looks slowly around her, noticing the giant hearth at the center of her stone and oaken chamber. The bright flames momentarily mesmerizing her, then turning to look upon the walls, where numerous European tapestries line side by side providing warm. Raising her smooth young face, Emmanuelle looks up at the ceiling of her chamber, where dark oak beams support the roof and walls. In it's center, hangs a giant cast iron chandelier, comprised of a few dozen candles, each capped with glass to protect from any accidents. Her luminescence eyes scans the walls, to rest upon two, twelve foot long windows, framed with sapphire blue velvet drapes, held back by golden ropes. Turning her gaze beside her, Emmanuelle takes in the site of ornately carved mahogany bedside table. On it rested a washing bowl and urn to freshen up. Moving a lock of light golden-red hair from her eyes, Emmanuelle looked up at the four poster bed, surrounded by a matching sapphire blue velvet drapes, down to the soft blue goose down comforter in which she finds herself covered in. To her horror, she realized that her wings had disappeared. Eyes widening, she began to panic, when a light appeared at the foot of her bed. Gasping softly, Emmanuelle watches as her superior Arch angel Michael appeared, looking at her with gentle tolerance. "I see that you are awake, child" Michael began without wasting time. "M...Michael, is this to be my punishment? Why am I here? And where am I?" Emmanuelle began to ask in earnest. Raising his hand slightly, Michael spoke gently to her "This is to be your assignment, Emmanuelle. You are not being punished, but you do need an outlet for that wild spirit of yours. Now please sit and I will tell you what you must do" He fluidly appeared beside her bed, and sat at its edge. Looking into her eyes, he wondered if she was truly ready for this arduous task, she is so innocent. Sitting up, wrapping herself in her goose down comforter, Emmanuelle prepared herself for what was to come. Michael spoke to her, candidly, and clearly. "There was a Guardian angel called Demitrios. A high ranking guard to the warrior angels. He became restless, greedy and arrogant, and I was finally forced to cast him out. He flew to earth, and discarded his wings, he disguised himself very well, so that we could not detect him. We do know that he is in this region..." "Where exactly am I Michael?" Emmanuelle asked quickly, with curiosity. " You are in Scotland, near Glenashdale Falls. This tower you are in is called Smailholm Tower, near Kelso. You have been placed here because Demitrios always frequents this area, yet is never seen for too long. As far as anyone knows, you are the heir to this abandoned property. Now listen closely. You will have a maidservant that will help you, she will also act as the cook, housekeeper and seamstress. I don’t have to tell you how she came to have knowledge of these duties. My Lord has invented the power of suggestion; she is one of us. Her name is Mathilde, and her husband Henry; who will be steward here and keep you safe. Do not worry about food, kitchen supplies, fresh water, linens, and material for clothing. all has been supplied. You are not here to live in gross luxury, but you will live comfortably, to ease the burdens of your assignments. As for meat for your meals, I remember your unorthodox love for the cross bow and daggers." Michael reported with a deep, forceful voice, then chuckling softly. "Ok, a couple of questions if you can indulge me a moment, m'lord" Emmanuelle felt vulnerable and perhaps a bit frightened at the moment. "Of course, the more clear this assignment is for you the better. I am here to assist you". Michael assured her. "How will I find him? What does he look like? What if he finds out I am an angel?" Emmanuelle asked in earnest, her leaf green eyes illuminating gently. "He will find you, trust me. As for what he looks like, he has probably changed his outer appearance. It would be difficult to speculate.. For your question about you being an angel. That is the exact reason YOU were the one chosen. You have an innocence about you, yes, but all the other angels are too experienced, Demitrios would detect them right away, there would be grave danger. So you see child, it is not so much as punishment that you were sent here, but more of. that....we need you." Michael smiled reassuringly, patting her hand. "What can I do though? He seems dark and dangerous. W..what if he should discover me and kill me?" "Just like Demitrios, your wings are no longer part of you. You are human in every way. Your assignment is to convince him to come back into our fold, by whichever means possible. I know for a fact, he will sense your presence here, when he nears you. Let him come to you, he cannot kill you, but he does not know that. We are not so careless, as to leave you open to harm like that. My one and only warning to you, Emmanuelle is this: If he happens to seduce you and take your virginity with pure maliciousness, we cannot aid you. You will be left to live out your mortality here. If you manage to capture his black heart before he takes your virginity, then we have him. Please do not fail, our fate rests in your hands. Good luck my child". Rising to his feet, Michael begins to retreat back to the open sliver in time that has been open, awaiting his return. "Wait! Michael. Where are my.." Emmanuelle began as an afterthought. Anticipating her thoughts already, Michael chuckled knowingly. Indicating to her tall oaken boudoir, its doors part to reveal her clothing inside. As the clothing part ways, a secret panel is revealed with the objects of Emmanuelle's thoughts. Twin sets of silver, jewel encrusted daggers, a small but well made cross bow, gripped in leather for easy handling. A small short sword, of lightweight metal, with leather hilt for an easy grip. Now, if you require anything else out of necessity, simply place your open palm upon the oaken doors of your boudoir, then open the doors, the object will appear." Michael then begins to enter the sliver in time, but turns back one last time to tell her one last thing. "Oh by the way, be very careful when you walk the forest, Glenashdale falls plummets 100 ft down a lava sill. Always be aware of your surroundings. Good luck, I will keep in touch." With that, Michael slipped through the portal, the seam closing behind him". * * * Standing at that very treacherous falls Michael spoke about, Demitrios had a peasant by the foot, hanging him over the drop. An evil sneer crossed his face as he spoke to the frightened man "Where is that diamond you stole, old man. I want it now" Demitrios asked calmly but coldly. "I...If I give it to you m'lord, will you let me live? Don’t drop me!* the old peasant pleaded loudly "Aye I will spare you. Now hand it over you old sot." With shaking gnarled fingers, the old peasant reached into his tattered shirt pocket and handed Demitrios the brown leather pouch with the pink diamond inside. "H...here you are, m'lord. Please release me, I don’t want to die!" the peasant begged with a crackling voice. "You want to be released? Not a problem old man" sneered coldly Releasing the old man's foot over the 100 ft drop of the falls, the old man's body plummets. Sounds of his terrified screaming was music to Demitrios's ears...Well he wanted to be released, so I did him a favor and released him from his pathetic existence. Also relieved him of my diamond..Ha ha... He thought to himself. Placing the leather satchel in his jacket, Demitrios turned without a second glance to the peasant man he just killed, walked into the thickly dense forest. Chuckling coldly, he whistled a tune, inwardly mocking these foolish peasants who think to steal from him. Stopping suddenly, Demitrios inhales the air, sensing something different in this place. His black overcoat flying slightly behind him as his long stride takes him in the direction of this strange change in the air. Just beyond the thickness of the forest, Demitrios looked around an ancient oak tree, into the clearing. Gazing upon the old Smailholm Tower, he senses a presence inside the old structure. Knowing that the previous owner of this property had passed away a few years ago, Demitrios thought to himself that this must be the new heir, come to claim Smailholm tower. Hm..never having given this old land any second thought until now. Noticing a newly turned and earth of the gardens, the flowers surrounding the charcoal grey tower. He would have to say that it was a female that took over. Closing eyes dark brown eyes, Demitrios inhaled the air once more...ah yes..definitely female, human too, but unusual. Elevating himself up to the tower window on the east side, Demitrios appears at the window of the darkened chambers. With the smoothness of a predator, he appears in the chamber...looking around slowly taking in every detail. Noticing that it was freshly aired, the huge hearth was ablaze with crackling fire to ward off the chill of the night. Tying back his midnight black hair with a leather strip, so that it would not get in the way. He then moved into the chambers, his dark eyes piercing as he scans his surroundings. Noticing that the huge four-poster bed was surrounded by the closed dark blue velvet curtains, Demitrios slowly approached the bed. His keen senses already telling him that it was a female in that enclosed bed. Slowly brushing his long fingers on the curtain, Demitrios parted it slowly, his dark brows furrowed in curiosity. His eyes widen suddenly as he is taken by surprise by the wondrous creature sleeping in the center of the huge bed. Her body completely covered , yet her smooth beautiful face and long honey-gold hair a complete contrast to the sapphire blue bed coverings. It is not often Demitrios is taken by surprise, but this time is different. "Well, well. What do we have here" Demitrios whispers softly, not wanting to disturb his perusal of this young female. Leaning closer, he brushed his fingers across the young female's heart shaped face. Shadows splay across her creamy cheeks, as her long black lashes frame her eyes. Studying her, he notices her small nose, upturned slightly at the end, in perky defiance. Demitrios's gaze lowers a bit to study her mouth....small, pink..the color of an English rose. Shaking himself for his silly musings, he laughs at himself for a moment. Suddenly, the female moves slightly, but not finished perusing her yet, Demitrios passed his hand quickly in front of her slumbering face, to keep her that way. With this light mist surrounding her, it allowed Demitrios to touch and study her, while keeping her in deep sleep. Grinning evilly, Demitrios gripped the edge of the comforter, lowering it from her body just under her breasts. Tilting his head slightly to the side in curiosity, Demitrios noticed how her chest rose and fell gently as she breathed. Noticing the virginal white cotton nightgown with pearl buttons, his fingernail gently flicks at each button, until her nightgown parted gently, her full breasts springing free of its confinement. Parting her white nightgown a bit more, he placed the edges on each side of the female's breasts, causing them to press together. Demitrios felt a hardening in his pants, as he gazed upon her little raspberry colored nipples, that were small considering her breasts were full and a generous size. As she watches those delectable little nipples harden with the sudden coolness of the chamber, Demitrios' mouth waters to reach down and suckle them hard into his hot mouth. Hesitating for a moment, Demitrios leaned down, his big hands cupped her full round breasts, his tongue lapping at the flesh , twirling around the nipple..then suddenly taking one erect nipple into his mouth, suckling, tasting her. Tugging and fulling her other nipple with his fingers, as his mouth engulfs her right breast. Somehow the lovely woman's body arched in response to his sucking, unbeknownst to her. Placing a palm on her smooth abdomen, Demitrios controlled her arching. Slowly, his hand lowered down her body, until he cupped her tiny pussy. Mmmmm how delicate and succulent this creature is. His long finger then probes her little petals, parting them slightly. Feeling the delicate juice upon his finger, Demitrios tasted her essence; surprised by the light sweet taste. Now...he thought to himself, I need to know her name, as not to call her "female" all the time. Closing his eyes, Demitrios probed her mind. After a few moment, a name came upon his lips.....Emmanuelle...such a beautiful name. "Well Emmanuelle, I am going to taste your nectar upon my lips and tongue"Leaning his head down, Demitrios slowly parted her little pussy lips with his tongue, the pinkness glistening with new dew. Running his long fingers up Emmanulle's soft white thighs, leaving little red marks where he touched. Pulling her legs open, as they fall back. His mouth breathed warm air upon her quivering little womanhood, before his long tongue suddenly impaled her tightness, as his nails grip her inner thighs. Feeling strange things coming over her, Emmanuelle tried her hardest to break out of her dream, and away from the probing mouth and stinging nails digging into her soft flesh. Moaning softly, her body arching, Emmanuelle tried in vain not to respond to the long tongue invading her tightness. Placing his big hands under her body, Demitrios gripped her soft round ass, pulling her up off the bed so that his long tongue can delve deep inside this little woman's body. Growling softly in his throat, Demitrios becomes addicted to this sweet taste of hers, intoxicating him. He then realized that this woman was a virgin. Grinning evilly, Demitrios plundered her little pussy with vigor, sucking on her clit as his finger slid inside her slightly, but not all the way. He wanted to savor her before he took her virginity. Demitrios' mouth now firmly in between her glistening lips, his longue tongue curled around her little clit, he watches as her body arches and quiver off the bed in orgasm. Moaning loudly, Demitrios tries to coax more of her sweet juices into his mouth as her body shakes in uncontrolled orgasm. Standing up, Demitrios began to undo his pants, when his keen ears picked up the sound of footfalls upon the stone floor on the other side of the chamber door. Debating whether to kill the intruder or not, he decided to continue this another time. Without another backward glance, Demitrios disappeared out the window from which he came in from, into the night. * * * Waking with the first break of dawn, Emmannuelle stretched out onto the bed, but suddenly feeling coolness on her skin. Looking down at her body, her deep green eyes widened in shock. "What is blue blazes........? noticing her firm young breasts thrusting out between her parted nightgown. Pulling at her white cotton nightgown, Emmanuelled covered her breasts and looked around the chilled chamber. Noticing the window open slightly, Emmanuelle slowly rose from her four-poster bed and padded over to the window to lock it back. As she was about to turn around, she noticed a piece of black fabric hanging onto a splintered piece of wood of the window sill. Frowning slightly, she rubbed the material between her smooth fingers. Instinctively, she knew he had come in the night as she slept. Bringing her fist to her moistened lips, Emmanuelle suddenly felt frightened and violated. Though, those feelings did not remain as such. After getting over the shock, she suddenly felt angry for the first time in her angelic life. But no longer the angel she once was, Emmanuelle felt the anger of a human woman; hot, passionate, deep setting. With her small fists clenched, Emmanuelle vowed with feeling "I will show you how it is to be violated, demon Demitrios". * * * Michael was right, Emmanuelle thought to herself. I do love daggers..... Having slipped on some of the human clothing in from her boudoir; soft brown lambskin pants, white cotton blouse, brown matching lambskin vest, accentuating her hourglass figure. Sitting on the bed, Emmanuelle slipped on her long brown leather riding boots, sliding one of her daggers inside the top of the boot. Almost ready to go and teach this lecher a lesson, Emmanuelle picked up a white satin ribbon to tie her golden-red hair back in a loose pony tail. On her way out the great oak door of the Towers, she spotted a blackballed dagger on the stone mantel. Swiping it up on her way out, Emmanuelle slipped it into her bodice, in case she needed it later on. Stepping out into the morning light, Emannuelle's soft eyes scanned her surroundings. Somewhat unsure of herself in this new form, yet determined to seek out the male that assaulted her as she slept....Demitrios. Stepping around an ancient oak tree, Emmanuelle held the satchel close to her body in moderate comfort, as she wandered into the dense forest. Closing her eyes momentarily, Emmanuelle allowed her senses to take over. Inhaling softly, she smelled the rich earthy scent of the moist soil on the forest ground. Opening her sparkling green eyes, she noticed the beauty of a patch of wild purple flowers growing around a long slender tree. Bending down slightly, she picked the lower plant, slipped it into her long thick mane. Suddenly, a scream ripped through the air, causing Emmanuelle to straighten and scan her surroundings. Following the scream through the forest, she hid behind a pine tree, as she found the source of the tormented sound. Standing at the entrance to a cave at the foot of a mountain, Demitrios had a ragged looking man by the throat. Demitrios stood a foot taller than the other male at 6'5, with ham sized hands. The fear fairly oozed from the rag-tag male, as Demitrios sneered with disgust ....."My daughter is all I have left after my wife died. You cannot have her!" the older man tried to be brave and protective about his daughter. "Don’t flatter yourself old man, I don’t want to marry the wench, I just want to fuck her then give her to the village men to use as they please" Demitrios told the other man in calm cruelty. "If you touch her, I'll.....I'll..." the captive blustered. " You'll what? Kill me?" Demitrios threw back his head in laughter. "Come now, little man. You just pissed your britches in fear" he looked down at the smaller man in an amused smirk. The peasant male flustered in embarrassment at the demon's cruel words. They were meant to anger him into a fight. Suddenly, the man mustered enough courage to take a swing at Demitrios. Barely moving at the hard blow, Demitrios smiled evilly. Extending his hand, a dagger appeared at his wrist, gripping the man once more by the scruff of the neck, he picked him up off the ground. From behind her hiding place, Emmanuelle's eyes grew wide in realization of what was to happen. Without a hesitation, she bent down quickly, slipped her dagger from it's sheath, stood up and took aim. As she stood, she looked at Demitrios as the demon's blade was going to slice the peasant man's throat. The Angel vs. The Demon Time seemed to have been going in slow motion, as the blade seemingly sliced through the air at a snail's pace. Though, in reality, the swift blade cut through the air in lightening speed. The deadly edge impaled into Demitrios' hand just as his own blade was going to slice through the petrified peasant. Dropping the peasant in reflex, as a blade impaled his hand, Demitrios' eyes widened in momentary shock as he watched the it cut through his flesh. Not waiting around to thank the person that saved his life, the peasant ran into the forest, never looking back. Grunting in annoyance, Demitrios looked around to see where the dagger had come from. His black eyes scanning the dense woods surrounding him, he inhaled the air for any signs. Standing absolutely still, Emmanuelle leaned back against an oak tree. Feeling frightened and exhilarated at the same time. She saved a human's life this day, but possibly put her own in danger. Oh well no matter, it was well worth it. Just as she was about to look around the oak tree to see what Demitrios was doing, she came face to face with the demon lord himself. Gasping softly, she turned back to run, but her arm was gripped cruelly with long fingers. "Well well, what do we have here?" Demitrios was genuinely surprised that this little sprite of a woman had done this to him. He looked her up and down expertly, noticing how her full breasts strained against the material of her soft vest and blouse. Ah yes he remembered these curves well, from the previous night, and how tasty this female was. As if reading his laviscious thoughts, Emmanuelle raised her chin defiantly, her dark green eyes ablaze with annoyance. She shrank back slightly, as Demitrios' hand rose to touch her face. Her nails shot out and swiped across his handsome face, causing him to bleed. Hissing with pain, Demitrios stepped back slightly and gripped Emmanuelle's wrist. Growling with anger, he neared her face with his own, as he whispered "You little hellcat, I should beat you for this!" But his anger soon faded as he watched the flicker of fear enter Emmanuelle's lovely deep green eyes. Suddenly, his mind was bombarded with vivid images and sounds of deep male voices and commands. Comaderie was what he felt, as though he was somewhere else. Shaking his dark head, to shake off the unwanted images, Demitrios' grip on Emmanuelle's wrists tightened painfully. Finally looking at her face, he watched her lips moving as she spoke, but he couldn’t hear a thing, until finally he banished the thoughts with an angry series of oaths. "....please, you're hurting me" "Does it look as though I care, little beauty?" As he squeezed her delicate wrists a bit more, Emmanuelle fell to her knees. Demitrios suddenly felt his heart constrict with unfamiliar emotion...regret. For some reason, he did not want to hurt this female. Yet he suddenly became very angry at himself for such weak, human emotion. Growling with rage, he spun around and disappeared into the forest, his black cloak flying around him until he vanished. Emmanuelle looked up, through tear-stained eyes, and noticed that she was very much alone. A voice inside her whispered stand up my child, he is gone for now... Dark, angry eyes, followed Emmanuelle as she walked through the forest, rubbing her delicate wrists. Suddenly, Demitrios heard the grunting sounds of a wild boar, and noticed it was heading towards the human female. He sat and watched, still angry at her for making him feel things he didn’t want to feel. At the last moment, he stood up and moved towards her to kill the boar; deciding not kill her yet. But, for the first time in his existence, he was genuinely surprised. His eyes widened as Emmanuelle took out a small cross bow from the belt on her hip, having seen the wild boar the same time he did. She quickly took aim, and killed the wild boar instantly. As it fell to the cold earth, blood splattered upon Emmanuelle's face and hands. Coming up behind her, Demitrios said calmly "Well well, the little kitten has claws. What a bloodthirsty wench you are, aye, quite a surprise" In a quick movement, Emmanuelle spun around, aiming the cross bow at Demitrios's face, her eyes were a mixture of surprise and fear. In a quicker movement, Demitrios gripped her wrist, forcing her hand to loosen the hold on cross bow. Crying out softly, Emmanuelle dropped the cross bow, but raised her other hand to strike his face, but he was too quick. Pulling her against him, Demitrios growled softly and ran his tongue down her cheek, where the blood sprayed, and cleaned off her cheek. "Stop!" Emmanuelle tried to kick his shin, but was unable to move from the prison of Demitrios' arms. Pushing her against a tree, Demitrios, raised Emmanuelle's arms above her head. With his power, Demitrios kept her arms immobile, as his gaze ran over her curvaceous body. "Free me, this instant, or I'll...." " You'll what?" his dark brow rose insolently, but actually chuckled menacingly as Emmanuelle actually hissed in her anger to be free of him. Even though she knew she had to get close to him emotionally, to change him, so that she may return home to the heavens, she was afraid of Demitrios. Raising her chin defiantly, Emmanuelle challenged him with her vibrant, dark green eyes. Coming closer to her, Demitrios's nostrils flared wide in male appreciation, as he inhaled the combination of animal blood and the sweet scent of this virgin. His manhood swelled within his britches, as he strove hard to control his lust. As his faced came near hers, his dark eyes bore into hers. His tongue snaked out to gently lick the blood drop from her chin, causing her eyes to close and her full breasts to rise. She felt as though she was betraying herself and her mission by feeling this budding desire for this demon. Her eyes flew open, and her mind became a blank as she suddenly felt strong hands part her vest and blouse. Her full round breasts sprang free of its confines, and the gentle breeze caressing her tender flesh. "What are you doing, sto..." before she could finish, Demitrios' hungry mouth came upon hers with a punishing force. She squirmed in futile attempts to move away from him, but only managed to slip her breasts into the demon's big hands. Cupping the soft globes into his big hands, Demitrios moaned fiercely into the human female's mouth, as his hands gripped her, feeling her little nipples tighten in his palms. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss and lowered his dark head to run his tongue in the valley between her breasts. Inhaling her soft scent, he decided that she smelled faintly like vanilla. Gripping her breasts firmly, his long tongue snaked out and with just the tip, flicked it over her hard little peaks. With a fierceness he hadn’t felt in a long time, Demitrios suckled upon Emmanuelle's delicate little nipples, with a hunger surpassing anything else. He raised his eyes momentarily, to watch the human female head thrashing back and forth, and her eyes closed. Demitrios feasted upon her breasts ravenously, taking most of her breasts into his mouth. With his other hand, he tore her the string of her pants, and took them off of her. Left in her delicate white lace panties, Demitrios raised her body off the ground, without even touching her. Keeping her hands pinned to the tree and her back protected by the back of her vest, he placed both her smooth legs on each of his shoulder. Emmanuelle was not a tall woman, very petite in height, unlike many of the females he normally liked with long legs, who now seem awkward compared to this compact little female of 5'0 tall. Long legs tend to be gangly, and get in the way, but this little woman's legs were not very long but well sculpted; perfect for loving. "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Please stop, don’t do this, I am a virg...." "Hush" he growled, "I know what you are, little virgin beauty. I shall have you" Without another word, Demitrios inhaled her soft scent through her delicate panties, his manhood hardening like marble. Taking one long finger, he gently, slid the cloth aside, to glimpse the tiny pink womanhood behind it. With a moan deep in his throat, Demitrios' long tongue gently, slide inside her tight sheath, as his lips suckled her moist petals. Trying to dislodge him, Emmanuelle tried moving her hips, but only caused his tongue to impale her sweetness all the more. Her body arched on its own accord, as the demon's long tongue slithered up and down her delicate folds, lapping at her furiously. Her eyes widened and she gasped, as his lips captured her little pleasure pearl, sucking gently. Bucking wildly, Emmanuelle felt her body on fire as a tightness began to form deep inside her. Not knowing what it was, she became fearful, until Demitrios gripped her round little behind within his big hands and suckled on her clit harder. Hips bucking wildly towards him, Emmanuelle saw stars behind her eyes as her body arched in a overwhelming orgasm. Sensing that she was about to orgasm, Demitrios bit down gently on her little pearl at the same time. He suckled wildly on her, swallowing the mixture of blood and sweet juices. Just as her body calmed down a bit, Demitrios wasn’t finished with her. As he parted her round cheeks, one finger slid inside her tight, wet sheath, coating it with her juices. He then slide his finger gently along her forbidden entrance, coating it with her own juices, then ever so gently, he slid his finger inside her backside, as his lips recaptured her pleasure pearl. Flicking the pulsating area rapidly with his tongue, another orgasm overtook Emmannuelle, as both her openings were filled simultaneously by this dark man. Slumping slightly in her exhaustion, she watched in horrified fascination as Demitrios began to lower his britches, and his huge manhood sprang free of its constraints. Whimpering softly, Emmanuelle closed her eyes fearfully as she heard his voice whisper huskily in her ear "I will fill you with my shaft and take your virginity. You will be stretched wide as I unleash my hot seed into that soft little belly of yours, then you will be mine, Emmanuelle" As he finished whispering to her, she felt the huge tip of his shaft sliding between her petals, coating it with her juices. As he slid the head of his shaft inside her, it stretched her unbelievably. Demitrios pinched her raspberry little nipples with his fingers, cruelly, as he began to slide inside her. Just as he was about to breach her maidenhead, a silver tipped arrow came flying through the branches, and impaling Demitrios in the shoulder. With a dark oath, Demitrios slid away from Emmanuelle and slipped his britches back on. He had just enough time to cover himself before the poison set in, and his huge form slumped to the dampened earth. "Are you alright, m'lady?" a deep but soft voiced inquired from deep in the forest. Knowing that the man was giving her time to cover herself before he made his presence known, she scrambled, with shaky fingers, to slide her soft lambskin britches on and tie her vest as much as she can. Not a moment later, a man stepped out into the forest. It was the man she saved earlier, when Demitrios was going to kill him. "I cannot come back here, m'lady. I know t'was thee that saved my life today, now we are even. I must flee here with my family so that the demon does not kill us. Please leave here, m'lady, next time you wont be so lucky to escape him. I simply put sleeping potion on the tip of the arrow, so you do not have much time before he awakens once more. Run as fast as you can and never look back. Good to you, m'lady" Doffing his hat in politeness, he was gone the next moment. * * * Inhaling the scent of roasted boar on the spits, Emmanuelle was grateful when her butler Henry and his wife Mathilde came to help bring in the huge wild boar from the forest. It was too heavy for her to have carried by herself. Relaxing in her bath, near the giant hearth in her chambers, Emmanuelle closed her eyes. Humming softly to herself, she didn’t notice dark menacing eyes watched her from the corner of her chambers. Picking up a soft sponge and the lilac scented soap, she began to soap her body. "Well hello, little hellcat. You are looking quite vulnerable in your bath. But I would rather not taste your skin with soap coating it" Demitrios smirked arrogantly. Startled at first, Emmanuelle opened her eyes, but grimaced when they began to burn with the soap in them. Mumbling mildly, she rinsed her eyes, and glared at the intruder. As she noticed his arrogant grin, Emmanuelle's own annoyance rose to the forefront. Picking up the bar of soap, she hurled it at Demitrios' head, hitting him in the center of his forehead. Grunting softly, Demitrios fell back slightly " You little wench, just wait until I get my hands on yo..." "Stay back unless you want to swallow this soapy sponge, I have had just about enough of your lurking about, and intruding upon my privacy. Get out before I make you inhale that bar of soap! Your big mouth will be brimming with soap instead of arrogance, which would be a dramatic improvement" Her dark green eyes snapped with fire. Startled but aroused by the ferocity of this small female, Demitrios began to approach her with lust in his eyes, but suddenly found himself having soap suds in his eyes and mouth instead, as Emmanuelle hurled the soapy sponge at him instead, hitting his face square on. Sputtering in outrage, Demitrios began to approach her once more, until his eyes widened in shock as this little female stood naked and wet in the center of the fire illuminated chamber, with a short sword in her hand, her stance one of challenge. "I will leave for now, petite, but I will return when you taste differently then soap, it wasn’t as appetizing as I am accustomed to. I will have you, do not doubt that, wench." Demitrios growled dangerously. "Next time, I will be ready, perhaps with hot pepper sauce on my sponge instead of soap, you big oaf, now get out" She raised her chin defiantly, but meaningfully. With the echo of the demon's evil laugh, he vanished from her chamber. Emmanuelle allowed the short sword to fall on the stone floor, with a loud clang, as her hands shook from fear. She knew instinctively that she would not be able to hold him off forever. With the bravado she didn’t usually feel, she walked to her four-poster bed and hid under the covers, until her trembling left her body. Her hands gripping the soft material of the comforter, she lowered her long lashes and fell asleep. But no sooner did she fall asleep, a knock sounded upon the great oak door of her chambers, startling her awake. "Aye?" her voice was barely audible. "M'lady, it is meal time, all is in ready at the dais in the hall." Mathilde informed her charge. "Mathilde, please, let us eat in the warmth of the kitchens together, I feel that I am in no mood to sup in the great hall alone". Not questioning her young charge, the housekeeper answered "Aye, m'lady" then departed down the hall in a russle of woolen skirts. After the evening meal, Emmanuelle gave the old couple the rest of the night off, and returned to her chambers. Kneeling in front of the giant hearth, she threw in a couple of logs, and watched, mesmerized as the flames began to build in earnest. Holding out her small hands, Emmanuelle closed her tired eyes, and sighed softly, as her body began to warm. Walking over to the ancient oak armoire,Emmanuelle opened the doors and took out a leather bundle, wrapped inside were twin jeweled daggers. She brought them over in front of the giant hearth, sat down upon the white fur rug, wiggling her toes through the softness, she opened the leather bundle, and viewed the sharpening stone and weapons. Instinctively, she knew how to sharpen and polish the daggers. After sharpening her weapons, she slipped into bed and fell asleep before her head hit the pillow. The velvet drapes surrounding the tall windows of the chamber, parted slightly, as Demitrios slipped into the room. Having waited until she fell sleep, the demon approached the bed, and gazed down on the beautiful face of the slumbering female. Frowning slightly, his fingers slid down her cheek, as another flash entered his mind. He saw clouds, shadowed forms of an army....but why clouds and an army? As his hands lowered to the pulse of Emmanuelle's neck, he felt such tenderness enter his heart that he shrank back. What the hell was happening to him? His hand then covered her breast where her human heart beat beneath. He closed his eyes, as more images came to his mind, one of serenity and love. He suddenly seen her eyes in his mind, vibrant, and full of love......for him? Demitrios became confused, as images of himself in another time, appeared in front of his face, he wore an Armor of royal blue and silver, a lion and crown dominated the front of his armor. The black core of his heart began to melt, as he gazed upon Emmanuelle's sleeping form. His hand began to unbutton her nightgown, then stopped, suddenly not wanting to violate her. Feeling so confused by these tormenting and confusing images, Demitrios felt the darkness beginning to overwhelm his being, once more. His clawed hands descended to her throat, wanting to snuff the life out of her, but another side of him battled to not harm her. With a deep rumbling of a dark oath, Demitrios vanished from her chamber, needing to get away from these conflicting emotions, this little female was forcing upon him. As Demitrios departed, another presence in the room appeared momentarily, surrounded by a glimmer of light. Emmanuelle's Guardian Angel Michael stood beside her bed, gazing down upon her, and reached down and drew the covers over her. Looking out the windows, he said not a word, but looked in the direction Demitrios vanished to. Nodding slightly, Michael slowly vanished as well, leaving Emmanuelle a silver rose upon her pillow, with a simple note attached to it, that read: Be very careful, little one, but proceed with caution, Demitrios is beginning to remember, and that is progress, but the more he remembers, the more dangerous he becomes. -Michael The next morning, as Emmanuelle awoke to the sun filtering through her long windows, illuminating her chambers with soft yellow and white light. As she turned her head slightly to the side, she was startled to see a white rose laying atop a piece of paper, that was penned in beautiful, scripted letterings. She read the note and frowned..Michael was here. She gasped suddenly, when the moment she was done reading Michael's note, it turned into a white dove, and flew to the oak rafters of her chamber, in a cloud of tiny silver dust. Emmanuelle closed her dark green eyes and smiled, as the tiny particles fell upon her, surrounding her in a blanket of warmth. Unbeknownst to Emmanuelle, a dark, menacing figure stood outside the chamber windows, looking in. He finally realized that this female was no ordinary one. Her mind was vulnerable to him when she wasn’t paying attention, and after seeing the parchment turn into a living dove, Demitrios' mind was flooded with images of Emmanuelle....but with wings and pure light, cascading down to earth....an angel....Darkness began flooding his soul, trying to shut out the little tenderness, that this little female has caused him to feel, but he tried to fight it. One moment, he looked at her with softness and the next, he wanted to consume her soul. Demitrios cried out in a rage, as an inner battle fought within himself...darkness and light....Determined to get away from her, while he still had the will, Demitrios ran from the ancient manor house, his black cloak billowing in an ebony cloud, until he vanished from sight. * * * It had been over two weeks since Emmanuelle had last seen Demitrios, when he had intruded upon her in her chambers as she took a bath. She turned her troubled gaze out her rain-battered windows, as a tremendous storm brewed outside. Sitting upon a blue velvet cushioned window seat, Emmanuelle gently ran her fingers through the soft fur of the white kitten she had found mewling upon her doorstep. She winced slightly, as the little kitten kneaded her legs as she slept. She had decided to name her Rogue, because she was full of mischief yet not an evil tempered feline. The Angel vs. The Demon Suddenly, Emmanuelle frowned as she noticed a slight shift in the forest outside, like a shadow passing from tree to tree. Wincing with slight pain, Emmanuelle chastised her little kitten for scratching her, when she was reluctant to be put down. Seeing that her kitten had fallen right back to sleep, Emmanuelle walked out of her chambers, and into the foyer and slipped on her cloak and headed outside onto her stone steps. Wrapping her soft dusty pink cloak closer around her body, Emmanuelle raised her beautiful face to the heavens, and watched in trepidation as black clouds dominated the sky in the area. She heard a slight crying sound a little ways away, and decided to follow it, to see if someone was hurt. Following the sound, Emmanuelle became more afraid with each step, but continued on, despite the fear coiling itself inside her. Her black riding boots made crunching sounds on the forest ground louder, by the eerie silence that now took over the forest, when out of no where, something long whipped across her chest, sent her reeling backwards, landing on her back. The wind knocked out of her lungs, leaves and twigs flew all around her, as she gasped for breath. Looking up, she noticed a long branch swinging in the wind, that had come out of no where, had been what hit her. Touching her cheek with her fingers, she looked at the blood coating the tips of her fingers. The branch had cut her cheek and neck. As she was about to stand up, a dark figure appeared in front of her, blocking her path. Her tear stained eyes followed from the black boots, to the black britches and cloak....until her fearful gaze those of Demitrios' Looking down, Demitrios watched the wild haired angel who had stolen his heart from him, and made him feel weak with his feelings for her. But now he had total control over himself, and will never let this female in...human or angel, regardless. He had to destroy her before she consumed him, no matter the cost to his heart. As Emmanuelle looked up into the face of Demitrios, she watched his eyes, and felt her heart lurch in her stomach. He was so dark, menacing, so dangerous....and yet she knew now that she wanted him. She felt a fear so deep, that it scared her totally. She was here for a mission; to save his soul, and take him back home to the heavens, but part of her just wanted to be here with him forever. She knew, with a woman's intuition, that a battle waged inside him, as she gazed up into his dark ebony eyes. For a moment, she had seen tenderness, and in the next, it was consumed by darkness. When had she begun to have feelings for this man? She remembered her Guardian angel Michael, telling her that she now had human emotions, flaws and failings, even qualities, but was this part of the equation? Was this wrong? She was torn from her revelry as a huge hand came down to grip her by the throat, and raising her face level to Demitrios. "I will destroy you, hellcat angel. Yes, I do know you are an angel" Demitrios triumphantly told her, as her eyes grew wide in shock. A voice that did not sound like Demitrios, spoke from him. "The Demitrios that you have occasionally glimpsed, is under my control, and no meddling angel will get in my way. He has turned weak, with his love for you Emmanuelle, and now I have to take over from here. From what I see in your lovely green eyes, I see that you love him as well." Throwing back his head and laughing with dark evil, the being continued "Imagine that, the angel vs. the demon. How deliciously wicked and ironic. Come now my dear, what do you have to say about that?" Feeling anger rise inside her, Emmanuelle brought forth all the strength and energy she had, compounded with adrenaline, and boxed Demitrios' ears with the flat of her palms, forcing him to release her from his strong grip. Emmanuelle landed on her behind, with a groan. Looking back, she noticed Demitrios running towards her in anger. Standing up, picking up the hem of her skirts, she ran quickly deeper into the forest. Looking back once more, she cried out in horror as her housekeeper and butler; Henry and Mathilde jumped on Demitrios as he passed them by. The being that had overtaken Demitrios' body, swung out and knocked both the older couple back, rendering them unconscious. Emmanuelle whimpered softly in fear, as she had come to care for the couple; whom have taken such great care of her. Now, they have paid the price for helping her, as she watched them both lying still, presumably dead....because of her. She could never make up for what they have done for her, except save Demitrios. Yet...she has failed.....this evil being inside of him, overtook his body. Yet from what she was told by Michael, Demitrios had wanted to leave the realms of heaven when he became restless, arrogant and rebellious. But from her research on human males, most males had those very same attributes as well. Emmanuelle now realized that her and Demitrios had a mutual pull towards each other, each complimenting the other's personalities. Yet all this was for naught, Demitrios seemed lost to her now, as the evil being was closing in on her. Demitrios had turned into a demon, but kept part of his angelic heart locked away in stone, that she had apparently breached. Running as quickly as she can, Emmanuelle suddenly found herself near a waterfall. Noticing a large boulder beside the waterfall, she quickly scanned the area and smiled in relief as she became aware of a shadow behind the boulder, which meant a small crawl space for her to hide behind. She slid her small form behind the boulder and tried to remain quiet, her own companion was her heartbeat, as it beat furiously with adrenaline. Her chest rose and fell, as she became aware of the pain she felt. The branch had cut her cheek and chest, and the evil being had bruised her throat. Her relief was short lived as a hand shot out and gripped her throat once more, pulling her out of her hiding place. Screaming in fear and surprise, Emmanuelle's small hands covered Demitrios' forearm, trying in vain to dislodge his hand from her throat. "Please Demitrios, don’t kill me, I love you" Emmanuelle gasped between breaths. Demitrios' ebony eyes softened for a moment, then it disappeared as the evil being took over once more. "Don’t bother, little angel, Demitrios cannot fight me, this is my body now. For an added bonus, I am going to take your virginity. A virgin angel....hm...I bet you will taste very sweet, and I shall cherish tasting your blood as much as your sweet nectar, little one" Leaning close to her, Demitrios ran his long tongue along Emmanuelle's bloodied cheek, lapping up the warm, red liquid. Lifting her higher in his arms, he then ran his tongue across the slash on her neck. One of his hands lowered down her body to cup her round little behind, gripping her almost painfully, to his strong body. In a last attempt to escape him, Emmanuelle looked directly in his eyes, never breaking contact, as her hand slowly reached down to take the tiny dagger hidden in a sheath, upon her hip. Raising her hand quickly, she struck out and caught the evil entity in the face...but that was Demitrios's face she was cutting, yet she had to. She had failed miserably, in her mission here on earth. Emmanuelle ran quickly into the water, below the waterfall, and tried to slip behind it, before the evil being could see her. She had just reached the giant, flat boulder on the other side of the waterfall, when she was pounced from behind. Turned around roughly, she was pushed onto her back, looking up into the now-red eyes of Demitrios. "Before I kill you, little angel, any last words to Demitrios before I take over his body and soul completely?" The evil entity extended his razor claws and ran them down Emmanuelle's delicate throat, resting them at her pulse point. "Nothing I can say will make a difference now, but I need to know why you are doing this? Since my life is forfeited anyway, I might as well admit, aye, I am an angel, but my Guardian angel Michael will soon come to rescue me and send you back to hell" Emmanuelle informed him in a deadly calm voice, raising her chin defiantly. Laughing menacingly, The dark being threw back his head and laughed, then transformed his body and voice. Suddenly, standing before Emmanuelle was.....Michael? "Noooooooooo!" Emmanuelle covered her mouth with a shaking hand. Backing away, she asked, unbelieving "But...why...how....?" Standing over Emmanuelle, the entity's black eyes bore deeply into her lovely green ones, and smirked with pure malice."Since I am going to kill you anyway, I will tell you how and why, little angel. You see, there was indeed a mission planned to return Demitrios to the heavens. I overheard the Michael and the Archangel that was his namesake, discussing it, in seclusion, well he thought they were in private anyway. It defied the laws of Heaven, but I hate Demitrios and Michael, and all those in the High Guard of Heaven, for casting me aside, because I wanted to lead some of the missions. Demitrios was just as rebellious, strong minded and proud as I was, and yet he was favored...." "So it wasn’t the real Guardian Michael that sent me here to earth to save Demitrios, you wanted me to lead you to him...to destroy Demitrios. Oh my Lord, I cannot believe this is happening. But why me? Was I even an angel to begin with, or just part of your plan?" Emmanuelle felt her throat was constricting from the pain and anger, mingled. "Oh you were definitely an angel, but a Rogue Angel, that God wanted to send to earth, to help humans and guide them. Though, my plan was more fitting for you, and now you have succeeded in helping me find Demitrios. There was one little lie however; You were told that if Demitrios breached your maidenhead with maliciousness and no love, that you will be living out the rest of your days here on earth, as a mortal. Truth is Demitrios already loves you, as you love him, for a very long time now. I have erased both your memories of each other, you were in no danger of losing your immortality. If you both would have mated and created a child, that child would have ruled the High Guard Council one day, instead of me. In fact, it was foreseen, that you would have had twin sons, born of your flesh and his, but that is why I am here. You and Demitrios will die, never having a chance to produce those children to rule the council. That position was mine. Now that I have you both here, my quest is complete." "But where is the real Michael? What have you done with him?" Emmanuelle whispered softly, horrified. "Allow me first, to introduce myself. I am Guardian Kristoff, former leader of the Guards of Heaven. As for Michael, well he's a bit....tied up at the moment. He was indeed your Guardian Angel in the Heavens, but Michael had no idea that I had betrayed them, they thought it was Demitrios. The story was easily believed, because of Demitrios's rebellious nature. Now, it's time for you to die, beautiful little angel." The evil entity inside Demitrios told her with deadly calm, as he lifted her by the throat with one massive hand. In that moment, all the memories came flooding back to Emmanuelle. She saw in her mind's eye, her and Demitrios together, and the love they shared. Like a windows in time, the images bespoke of their first meeting, when they actually fought verbally, disliking each other. But as time went on, the electricity between them two, forged a bond stronger then steel. Demitrios's strength kept her safe and warm, and her love and softness, opened his heart to love. With a gasp, the last picture in her mind was slammed before her eyes, as she watched her Guardian Angel Michael unite her and Demitrios in the bonds of matrimony....Demitrios was her husband. Emmanuelle looked into Demitrios' ebony gaze, and a silent realization appeared in both their eyes. They both knew at that moment, that they loved each other. Suddenly, the hand lowered, and the entity growled, sensing Demitrios attempting to fight the darkness inside him. For a moment, Demitrios emerged, and fought the entity, and shoved Emmanuelle away from him. "My memories have just come flooding back too, Emmanuelle, love, now run!!" Demitrios ordered her. Scrambling to her feet, she ran toward the Manor house, but only made it to the stables, when she was yanked back by her long golden-red hair painfully. Emmanuelle screamed, but felt a burning anger inside her at the same time. Turning to face the evil entity, her eyes widened at what she had seen. No longer were they Demitrios' beautiful ebony eyes, but were now a pale yellow rimmed in red. Emmanuelle knew her fate was sealed, when the entity hovered over her and raised her once more, by the throat. The entity leaned in and whispered in her ear " You would have been delicious to taste and so wonderful to stretch and fill with my enormous shaft, but alas, time grows short. Your life is now forfeit, little angel, and your husband will be next. Any last words, "m' lady"?" The entity tormented her. Raising her chin defiantly, Emmanuelle felt a calmness wash over her, as she whispered the very simple words to him.........." May God forgive you". The entity's eyes widened in anger, then he plunged the eight inch razor claw into Emmanuelle's heart. A single tear ran down her cheek, as her vibrant green eyes clouded over then closed. Her head fell back, as nothingness overtook her body. Before the entity could drop her to the ground, the single glimmering tear fallen from the angel's cheek, fell upon Demitrios' hand. Crying out in pain, the entity dropped Emmanuelle to the ground in a soft thud, as the single drop of tear pierced his skin. Demitrios fell to his knees, as the entity was thrust out of Demitrios' body. In what seems like slow motion in time, the entity and Demitrios were separated, but the entity needed to destroy Demitrios in order to survive. Both males looked at each other, as they faced off. Demitrios desperately wanted to go to Emmanuelle, but he could not turn his back on this evil entity, lest he be consumed once more. Suddenly, the entire forest was enshrouded in golden light, as the Guardian Angels in full heavenly armor, lead by the Archangels and Michael descended from the Heavens. Surrounding the group on earth, the Heavenly Guards stood beside Demitrios and Emmanuelle's prone body. The Archangels and Michael approached the Krifstoff; the former Guard of the Heavens. Michael's deep voice boomed fiercely but calmly, as he stood a foot taller above Kristoff "You will never again harm anyone. What you have done, has sealed your fate throughout eternity. You have betrayed us all with your greed and malicious ways." "Oh and what shall be my punishment? Death? I am already dead, and so is your little angel. I was not allowed to lead the Council, and now, neither will Emmanuelle and Demitrios' children, for I have destroyed her." The entity laughed sardonically. "Then turn your eyes this way, Kristoff, for it shall be your last sight you will witness" Michael indicated with his massive hand to where Demitrios was leaning over Emmanuelle's prone body. Surrounded by Guardian Angels and Archangels of Heaven, Demitrios looked into the beautiful face of Emmanuelle, and his eyes welled up with tears, as he gathered her into his arms. He spoke softly to her "I will love you for eternity, my little Emmanuelle" and with those words, a tear slipped down his down his face, and landed on Emmanuelle's cheek. Suddenly, his wife's body was surrounded by a soft white light, which resembled wings holding her. The wound in her chest slowly disappeared, healing her. A few moments later, Emmanuelle's eyelashes began to flutter slightly, and her eyelids rose to reveal the vibrant green of her eyes. "I love you, Demitrios...."Emmanuelle tried to speak. "I thought I was killed".... Before Demitrios could answer, Michael stepped forth and placed a large hand on both their shoulders, and looked at Demitrios. "I am sorry we have wronged you Demitrios, we know it was not you that have betrayed us, it was Guardian Kristoff. You will both be welcomed back to the Heavens if you wish to come back, but I was instructed to give you both a choice; to remain on earth as mortals or return to Heaven. If you choose to remain, both your powers will be taken away, and you will be human...." Looking at each other, Demitrios and Emmanuelle knew they both wanted to stay on earth and be together. Demitrios took his wife's hands, looked at Michael and said "We wish to remain here as mortals. But may I have just one more moment of my powers? I may need them for a moment. Michael looked at Demitrios in question as he said "Aye but wh..." he didn’t get to finish as a loud growl could be heard coming from behind Michael. Moving Michael out of the way in time, Demitrios stood tall with arms outstretched as he aimed his hand towards Kristoff, Demitrios let loose a blue light in the form of a sword, and watched as it tore Kristoff in two, while the entity was at a full run. "Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Demitrios!!!!!" were the last sounds Kristoff made before the blue light destroyed him completely, vanquishing the darkness into oblivion. "Ok, now you may take my powers, I'm done with it" Demitrios laughed like the powerful warrior he is. Michael, The Guards of Heavens and the Archangels smiled at Emmanuelle and Demitrios and informed them before departing "Henry and Mathilde were also giving their lives back, for their bravery in aiding you Emmanuelle. Please be well and we will see you again one day. With those last words, they slowly vanished, leaving the couple standing alone. Looking at each other, Demitrios picked Emmanuelle up in his arms and carried her into their home. Smiling at him, she whispered "Looks like the battle between The Angel vs. The Demon is over, we have each other now." Demitrios was about to respond when he cried out in pain, as Emmanuelle's little kitten Rogue, climbed up his legs, using her claws. "Owwwwwwwwwwwwww! The battle between the angel vs the demon may be over, but I think the battle of the claws has just begun. Who will be more fierce, rogue's claws on me or your claws on my back when I make love to you?" he winced as the kitten's claws dug into his thighs, and at that very moment, Emmanuelle's claws dug into his shoulders. Nipping his earlobe, Emmanuelle informed him "We will see who will win the battle of the claws, my love, but either way, you will not remain unscathed" winking at her husband, she bit his shoulder playfully. Demitrios was seen carrying his biting wife in his arms and a kitten clinging to his muscular thighs with her needle-sharp claws. The End....for now *winks*