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Fallen Angel Ch. 01-04

By: LevanaHyll



This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2010 by Levana Hyll

All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Levana Hyll

ISBN: 978-1453727959

Printed in the United States of America

First Edition

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Prologue

Angelos City, Angelorian continent, Seraphia; 3432:

Kabiel gazed into his vid-crystal, recording the beauty of Seraphia's sun as its reflection dissolved into the shimmering sea. Unable to resist the call of the breeze and open sky, he opened his wings and ascended into the pink and lavender streaked heavens.

He focused his vid-crystal on the pearl-grey castle below, surrounded by deep green lawns, pewter fountains, and ancient trees. The holy city of Angelos was his home and home to over ten thousand reapers, like himself. Beyond the fortress-like wall encircling the holy summit, lay Angeloria, a sprawling metropolis built along the cliff walls descending from the mountain top. The setting sun cast a rose glow on the stark white buildings as the white-winged citizens bustled about in their daily routines. 

Chanting drew his attention and he refocused the crystal orb on the moving mass beyond the wall.

"Ah, yes," he sighed, looking at the thousands of alien beings congregated there. "There they are...as far as the eye can see...calling to their god." He'd almost forgotten it was off-world visitors' day. "You'd think by now they'd grow tired of chanting his name."

He panned up, capturing the return of the remaining black-winged holy warriors. They descended from the sky, alighting within the barricaded area just before the gates of Angelos. Were it not for the barrier, the flood of intergalactic beings would stampede right onto sacred ground.

Pushing back errant wisps of breeze-tousled dark hair from his face, he shook his head. "They stand there all day long, once every moon cycle, calling him...and what does that son-of-a-bat do?" Kabiel's black wings hummed, whisking him to the balcony he'd been perched on moments before. Beyond open balcony doors, he focused his vid-crystal on a young holy warrior bathing in an opulent gold tub. "He snubs them like the conceited ass he is," he concluded loudly so the other warrior could hear him.

Davariel ignored him, like usual, as he raised a large sponge over his head and squeezed, letting the water rinse the perfumed soap from his long, blond hair. He kept his eyes closed and opened his lips to breathe while the water and suds licked down his glistening body. The golden sunset made the droplets of water shimmer like thousands of diamonds upon his open jet-black wings.

Kabiel shook his head, realizing he was staring, again. Wouldn't do for Dava to catch him drooling over him like one of his angel-struck followers.

"Look at that pretty girl indulging in her bath," Kabiel teased to break the obvious silence.

Davariel's grin stretched across his angelic face, his eyes blinking open. Tucking his wings behind his back, he spread his thighs and raised his hips. "Come here" he purred, "let me show you how much of a girl I am."

Kabiel snorted, trying to hide his smile. "Have you no shame, reaper? I'm recording this for my dear sweet mother."

"Oh, well . . ." Davariel laughed, rising from the water, "in that case, let's give her something beautiful to visualize when she mounts your father." He gripped his erection and stroked in a lazy rhythm, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Kabiel burst out laughing when he tweaked one of his nipples with his free hand and wiggled his tongue with all the perversion he could muster.

"Brat."

"Me?" Davariel made a show out of looking offended. "She's the one always trying to get her hands into my soctanal," he replied, mentioning the traditional fledgling reaper's black satin loincloth.

Kabiel gave him a wry grin, but knew he was telling the truth. His mother was obsessed with his reaper brother. It was the reason why Kabiel never brought her around anymore, preferring to go home to visit instead, and even that wasn't often. He found it annoying to see her flushed, fanning herself with her pretty, white wings as she asked about dear sweet Dava. Meanwhile, his father, seated right next to her, would scowl like a thundercloud at both of them. Still....

"We're supposed to be angels." Kabiel wiggled his wings for emphasis.

Davariel rolled his eyes with a sigh. "Death angels, Kabi." He lowered himself back into the warm water. "We kill demons and devils. Nothing angelic in killing."

For a moment, he slipped beneath the water, but resurfaced, spreading his wings wide, and shaking them. Droplets of water rained everywhere.

Kabiel, shielded himself and his vid-crystal from the deluge with his own wings. "That's what we reapers are born and bred to do," he pointed out from beneath his feathers.

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The sound of the door squeaking open drew their attention. Without looking, Davariel already knew it was the high priest, Gadriel. The older reaper frequently came to him when he bathed. It seemed today would be no different from usual.

The high priest walked to the balcony with a frown and closed the glass doors on Kabiel and his annoying vid-crystal.

"B-but how am I supposed to get to my room, father Gadriel?" Kabiel tapped on the glass with annoying persistence.

"You can climb down," Gadriel's voice roared, making Kabiel flinch and move away from the glass. "And if I catch you flying within sacred grounds again, I shall thrash your bare hide, boy!" The high priest gripped the wide leather belt cinched low on his narrow hips, making Kabiel's silver eyes go round.

With that, the raven-haired, fledgling reaper scooted over the edge of the balcony and disappeared.

Davariel snickered, closing his eyes once more as he angled his head back. "You'd enjoy doing that, wouldn't you, father?" It wouldn't be the first time father Gadriel had reddened a fledgling's ass.

He opened his wings as he squeezed the wet sponge over his head. Davariel couldn't help the smug grin that graced his lips. He knew the picture he presented, with his neck tipped back, body arched seductively as water from the sponge cascaded over him. He knew exactly how much power he held over the high priest at that moment.

After rubbing the excess water from his eyes, Davariel opened them to see Gadriel kneeling next to the gold tub with a look of utter adoration on his face. The high priest's silver eyes raked over his body as he sighed.

His eyes....

Davariel reached over to his right and picked up a mirror. Once again, he looked into his own face. Every reaper had silver-grey eyes...except for him. His eyes were not only a shocking shade of electric blue, they were larger than normal, almost encompassing the entire white area, making Davariel unique amongst other reapers. He always wondered why. What alien species had contributed to his conception?

Father Gadriel told him long ago that one of the high priestesses found him abandoned at the city gates, wrapped in a bloodied old blanket, placenta and umbilical cord still attached. They named him Davariel, which meant God's different one in the ancient cherubic tongue of the Dominatio's.

He'd grown accustomed to being touted the most beautiful Seraph ever born. Beings from all around the galaxy revered him like a god, but their idolization and adoration suffocated him. He could no longer wander free and if he tried to fly out of the holy city, they would follow him, making it impossible for him to land anywhere without being mauled by literally hundreds of clawing hands, paws, tentacles, or whatever appendage the alien used to touch.

Davariel frowned at his face. He was a prisoner not a god...and he longed to be free, to be normal.

Gadriel's fingers wrapped around the edge of the mirror, gently pulling it away from Davariel's face. "Such a beautiful sight, my Davariel."The high priest's eyes smoldered with barely repressed lust.

Being continuously locked away on the castle grounds afforded Davariel little with which to occupy himself. The worst days were when the others went to visit their families. He'd sit and sulk, watching the others fly away with their parents. His only entertainment was being father Gadriel's special boy.

Davariel lowered his lashes with a coy smile. "My new tub? The ruler of a Fae planetary system sent it as a gift."

"No, silly angel." Father Gadriel laughed. "You! You're the beautiful one!" He reached out and caressed Davariel's face.

Davariel's smile faded with a wistful sigh as he recalled his rather interesting afternoon. He bit his lip, leaning into the caress as he looked up from beneath his gold tipped lashes. "I met a girl today. She was one of the privileged ones allowed into our city."

Davariel held his breath, waiting. Surely, father Gadriel would understand his curiosity.

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Gadriel's grin waned. He'd screened the special visitors and there was no girl amongst them. He'd never allow a temptation near his beloved angel. Of course, he knew Davariel occasionally would have his friends fish people out from amidst the throngs that came to see him. Whoever caught his fancy he'd have brought to him, like a child picking out sweet treats at the market.

Bringing aliens onto sacred grounds was forbidden, but since Davariel had no blood family to visit, the high priests and priestesses had taken pity on him and allowed him the indulgence. When Davariel was smaller, he'd pretend the alien was his mother who'd come, or his father. It was always the same. The angel-struck creature would pick him up and hold him for hours, until visiting time came to an end. Then they would have to pry the child from the hysterical alien. 

There were times when Davariel had cried too as he waved bye-bye to another pseudo mommy or daddy.

But now, having come into full sexual bloom, Gadriel should have known Davariel would eventually start plucking out girls for his pleasure. The very thought had the dark haired reaper gritting his teeth in irritation.

Davariel raised his face. "I like her. I want you to find her and include her in our games."

"Absolutely not!" Gadriel bellowed, his voice echoing in the large chamber.

He reared back when Davariel slammed his fists into the water and screamed like a child having a tantrum. "Why not?"

Not wanting the boy to work himself into a belligerent mood, the high priest cleared his throat and tried in a softer voice, "calm yourself, sweetling."

"I will not!" Davariel stood, the water cascading down his long, lean body, like a shimmering curtain. "I want her!" He faced the high priest undaunted, fists clenched at his sides.

Gadriel's eyes couldn't help but devour the sight. He gulped and tried to raise his eyes to the young warrior's angered face. "Temptation. You must stay away from-"

"What difference is there if I play the same game with her that you play with me? I want to know what it feels like to be with a woman."

Davariel's wings fluttered behind him, lifting him from the tub. His soaked hair left a trail of water that streamed from his curled toes as he flew to the side of his bed. He flung himself belly first onto the burgundy, satin coverlet that draped the round, angel-sized bed.

Gadriel rushed over to where he laid. His hands itched to mold themselves to all that wet, silky flesh, but he knew he needed to be patient. The fledgling reaper could become upset enough to tell someone about their secret games. If anyone ever knew what he'd been doing to the young holy warrior, since he was a chickling...he shuddered at the thought.

"She'll never be satisfied allowing you to play with her through the scantivale," he pleaded, mentioning the transparent barrier they always used in their erotic games. "She'll eventually want to feel you skin to skin. Please, Davariel! She'll make you fall from grace!"

When Gadriel reached out to caress him, the young reaper shrank away from his touch in contempt. "Don't touch me! I want Levinia!" Davariel's eyes narrowed to furious blue slits. "If I can't have her, you'll never touch me again!"

Those words sent a shock of alarm through Gadriel. He was addicted to Davariel's charms and the mere thought of never being able to touch him again made him want to lash out and hurt someone, Davariel included.

"But, child, be reasonable," he insisted. "You're a holy warrior! We're not allowed to take mates."

"Then I don't want to be a fucking holy warrior," Davariel snarled back.

Fury filled Gadriel like bitter poison. He clenched his fists, struggling not to give in to the desire to slap that beautiful face. Petulant, spoiled little shit! Never. He would never let Davariel go. It was time to teach the unruly child a lesson.

He took a deep breath and smiled at Davariel's scowling face. "It's alright, my sweet boy. Father Gadriel will help you." His smile broadened as he palmed his impatient cock. "Don't I always give you everything you want? I love you."

Chapter One

Eighty years later; New York City, North American continent, Earth; 3512:

Luciel gripped the hilt of her sword. The edge of the blade dripped black blood on the grimy sidewalk. It seemed like the end of time was upon the entire universe. There were hordes of devils and demons everywhere, killing, raping, destroying everything in their paths. In the short time it had taken to teleport from her penthouse to the scientific complex where she usually trained, she'd encountered about twenty devils and six demons, all quickly disposed of by her own hand.

Luciel usually took the monorail to get into the center of the city, but ever since the whole planet had gone to hell in the past week, she'd had to resort to the risky and tricky deal of teleporting. She gazed across the street at the shattered tube of the monorail. Hovercrafts, and other personal air transports littered the streets like fallen over-ripe fruit. Most of them had been driven to the ground on purpose, piloted by demonically possessed citizens bent on murder and destruction.

Five cruisers made their way across the sky, their saucer-shaped hulls casting misshapen oval shadows across the devastation surrounding Luciel. Galactic guardian soldiers, scouting out survivors. There were humans who hadn't succumbed to possession; the pure of heart. Luciel raised her sword to signal she was alright. It didn't matter, though. They would recognize her. She was the only Earth-born Master Guardian.

She sensed the presence of a life force approaching and turned to face the newcomer.

A brief flash of blue-white light faded to reveal a white winged Seraph dressed in the same black uniform Luciel was wearing. Aria's light brown hair curled about her round face and her green eyes stared at Luciel. In them, Luciel saw the reflection of the desolation spread out around them.

"There are too many of them." The Seraph's voice was like the soft wash of a flowing spring, so at odds with the ruins surrounding them.

Luciel looked about. Most of the city had been burned, the smoke turning the sky grey. Blackened buildings with smashed windows stood like terrified witnesses to the struggle between good and evil being waged in the city. Amidst the crashed hover-crafts and transports were human bodies, strewn about in various stages of decomposition; the carcasses of those once possessed. Those not killed were hiding.

There were other pulses of life forces around them...devils. They hid amid the debris and rotting corpses; skulking in the sewers, waiting for the right moment to strike. The demons were different. They were actual divine fallen angels, not Seraphian-born beings. When they appeared they killed without mercy or hesitation.

"What about reapers?" Luciel toed one body that seemed to be moving a bit, only to startle a large rat that had been feasting within the corpse. The rodent scurried over her black boot into a nearby magazine booth on the street corner, screeching in protest.

"Davariel has killed so many of them. The few thousand reapers that remain are scattered over the invaded worlds trying to destroy as many of the demons and devils as they can." Aria shook her head, her eyes misting over. "Luciel, as long as the rift remains open more of them will keep pouring out."

Luciel tried not to shudder at the mention of that name. Davariel; the beautiful black-winged Seraph that had haunted her dreams as a child, sung to her, played with her, and when she bloomed into a young woman, kissed her the way a man kisses a woman he desires. When she realized who he really was, her dreams became nightmares.

She turned away and cleaned her blade on a stack of newspapers that were still tied into a neat bundle. "I've managed to get close enough to cut him during the holographic training sessions."

"Luciel, letting you battle him . . ."

"I know-I know." She spun around, her long, dark hair feathering across her face. "I won't let him capture me." Davariel needed a virgin Master Guardian. The purity of the virgin's blood would strengthen his demonic sword which would be used to finish breaking open the gates to hell. "But if he does capture me, I have another plan."

Aria shook her head and was about to say more, but raised her sword instead. The Seraph's eyes darted to their surroundings as she adopted a battle ready stance. The action caused something inside of Luciel to register. It was as though she had lived this moment before.

Luciel felt them before they appeared. Seven demons materialized; three sprung out from a dark crevice between two buildings, two others crawled out of a puddle of blood that had pooled in a large hole in the gutter and the other two descended screeching from a rooftop. Aria and Luciel launched themselves into battle against the creatures. Sunken yellow eyes in corpse-like faces with pointed brown teeth, the fallen angels always transformed their true beauty into terrifying visages. It helped them feed off the energy of terror they evoked. Some of them had no color, their translucent wrinkled skin showing their putrid innards. The others had a bluish or grey hue to their leather-like flesh. They also fed on the emotions of anger and hatred, so Luciel made sure to keep her feelings well reined.

Her blade sliced across the neck of a blue demon that flew at her. The creature's head sailed about twenty feet before hitting a light pole and falling into a mesh trash can. Two more Master Guardians appeared and helped them battle the demons, using their white wings as well as their blades to fight.

Even though Luciel did not have wings, she was by no means at a disadvantage. She impaled two more demons and was about to go after a third, but one of the Master Guardians intercepted, killing the creature before she did. Luciel panted as she watched the carnage around her. More demons appeared and a few devils; so many.

She suddenly found herself surrounded by five demons. They were much larger than the others. Their sunken gold eyes stared at her, assessing. A burgundy one moved closer. Luciel crouched, raising her sword to battle, but the creature only sniffed at her. A grin spread across its leathery face; jagged brown teeth in a razor-sharp smile. It growled and hissed, speaking in a language to the others she didn't comprehend. When they backed away from her, Luciel frowned in confusion.

Lightning flashed and thunder threatened in the distance. Loose pieces of paper and dead leaves swirled around her feet. Somewhere in the distance, there was an explosion. A flock of devils were being chased in the sky by six reapers. It all seemed so familiar.

The dream; this was all as in the dream she kept having. Heart thudding, she spun around and stared at the scientific complex. Visions of Davariel standing inside the atrium filled her mind.


Fallen Angel Ch. 01-04



He was coming! She could feel him.

Luciel gathered her power about her, and teleported inside the building.

The emergency lighting shed a faint glow in the large atrium, casting grotesque shadows in the corners and around the scant furniture dotting the lobby. The last time she'd been here, everyone had fled in terror at the first sign of demonic possession. That sign still laid split in two, innards spilled in a dried pool of blood upon the shiny, grey, marble floor.

The maintenance man's name had been Mr. Pewterschmidt.

She'd always found Mr. Pewterschmidt's depraved demeanor revolting. She'd caught him harassing an adolescent boy in the men's room one evening, so her disposal of him had left her remorseless.

The low heels of her boots echoed in the atrium as she moved with stealth, feeling the oppressive presence of evil pressing in on her. Outside, she felt the life force of the Master Guardians battling more demons.

Luciel caught a glimpse of herself in the mirrored doors of the elevators. Tossing back the sleek fall of jet-black hair she'd inherited from her Asian father, she palmed her laser-gun. It was utterly useless against demons and devils. They absorbed the energy put out by the weapon as though it were candy. Her black uniform hugged her like a second skin, yet was comfortable to fight in. She sighed as she gazed into her own eyes. She'd had them permanently enhanced to the same icy-blue shade her mom had. Both of her parents had perished during this God-forsaken war. Their space transport had been under attack by Grei aliens out in open space. Her father had opted to self destruct the cruiser, rather than fall prey to the aliens. She was barely five years old at the time, just enrolled into Edenia's Master Guardians academy.

A new wave of energy skittered along her skin making her shiver.

Don't look into his eyes—she reminded herself. Davariel had the ability to enthrall like a vampire. Don't let yourself become mesmerized by his beauty, don't let his voice hypnotize you. The last thing she needed was to become angel-struck, a euphoria induced stupor that affected most beings when seeing Davariel for the first time. The second stage of being angel-struck was hysteria, and the need to hold him.

She closed her eyes and swallowed. I can do this. I can kill him.

Visions of his making love to her filled her mind, but she shoved them away. Her lust for Davariel was her shameful secret, but she wasn't going to let that dissuade her from her destiny; to slay the angel of destruction.

Allowing her immeasurable telekinetic powers to roll out in waves, she sensed his approach, but he was confusing his essence, not allowing her to gage where he would appear. The windows, the doors....

An explosion of glass above her gave little warning as the dome of the science building shattered into a million pieces. Glass fell like rain, bouncing off her protective telepathic shield.

She tried to keep her gaze impassive as the seven-foot demon landed with astonishing grace before her. The magnificent black wings were gone, replaced by a pair of imposing, bright red, devil's wings. The wingspan from tip to tip had to be at least fourteen feet. His eyes had changed also. Now they glowed as if the fires of hell burned within their electric blue depths.

Davariel smiled, lowering his blood soaked sword, his eyes looking her over with keen interest.

Oh...my...God! She forced herself to breathe again as her eyes feasted upon the object of her lust-filled fantasies. The legendary Davariel was standing before her in the flesh.

He was naked, drenched from head to toe in blood. His hair was crimson with it, but despite all the gore covering him, he was still the most spectacular being she'd ever seen in her life.

The enormity of his transformation hit her. Why had this perfect creature decided to become so evil? She'd observed holographic visuals of how he was before the transformation and, yes, he was conceited and perversely wild, but that wasn't what stood before her now.

"Why?" Luciel shook her head, trying to understand. "How could you let yourself become this?" She suddenly had the overwhelming urge to cry and gave herself a mental shake. She would not allow herself to become angel-struck.

"Everyone and everything made me this," he whispered back to her, his smile fading as his eyes burned into hers, making every hair on her body stand on end.

She struggled to grasp his meaning. Beings adored him like a god. How could that have spurred this...abomination?

"I almost don't want to kill you," he added in a deep, mesmerizing tone, sniffing at her. "Your desire for me is strong, and I find you very tempting...I think I'd rather fuck you."

The outrageous statement rolled off his tongue as if he were commenting on the weather. However, it wasn't the words, but the heated response of her body that shocked her.

"Maybe after I weaken you a little, I'll bind you, then fuck you," he continued with a flirtatious smile. "Would you like that?"

She gave her head a little shake to get her wits back and sneered. "I'll be the one weakening you, Davariel."

His wings opened up behind his back as he stretched out his arms in mock surrender. "Then do with me as you wish, beautiful girl. Fuck me for as long and hard as you want."

The unholy bastard has the most mesmerizing voice. Luciel blinked dazed for a few seconds, then she remembered her mission. The fallen angel had to die.

"I won't fuck you, Dark Prince. I aim to destroy your heart." She lifted her sword for impact and slowly circled around him.

He tilted his head, his amused gaze following her every movement. "Tell me your name, pretty girl."

She steeled herself against the seductive pull of his physical perfection and voice. "Luciel Nguyen. I'm your angel of death, death angel."

He made a sad little pout. "Even if you lose and I kill you, my heart will still be destroyed, Luciel, my love." The way he said her name was like a caress, and the rest of his words made no sense to her.

What the hell did he mean? What a bizarre male.

The fighting began before she could even blink. He used everything against Luciel, intent on destroying her...his strength, his power, even his mind, trying to push horrific images into hers', which she blocked.

Her blows met his, strike for strike, the blades shooting out sparks as they clashed in fury. Luciel's body began emanating a fiery glow as she used her powers to surpass his physical strength and speed. The effort didn't seem to faze him. She knew he was the best swordsman among his kind. He was legendary. The average Master Guardian, with all their telekinetic capacity, could never surpass a reapers' skill with a sword.

But Luciel wasn't your average Master Guardian.

She swiped at him with her blade, going for his throat. He flew over her, spinning upside down in the air, thrusting his sword toward her heart, but she teleported herself to where he was going to land, stabbing up to impale him. He foresaw her tactic and hovered over the blade. He laughed and stuck his tongue out at her like the spoiled brat he was.

"Bastard," she hissed and swung. One blond, bloodied tendril of hair dropped to the floor.

He gasped, up righting himself, blinking surprised eyes at her. "My hair! That wasn't very nice, Luci!"

"Bite me," she spat.

He smiled at her, revealing long sharp fangs.

With a frustrated growl, she reengaged him in battle. She felt as though he were flying in circles around her, making her head spin. Davariel managed to knock her sword arm back and crush her body to his. His head dipped and she was stunned when he ran his tongue across her lips.

She slowed down time, her power gathering within her like a super nova about to blow. His sword inched to her ribcage, ready to run her through as she prepared to telepathically ram her own hand into his chest and proceed to rip his heart out. They would die together. The thought made her smile.

She wasn't prepared to see stars dancing before her eyes. He'd thrown her across the lobby, against the steel framework of an abstract work of art sitting within a large fountain. She tasted blood in her mouth, then teleported out in time before Davariel's sword split her in two.

Luciel began to suspect he had abilities she wasn't aware of.

He attacked again, managing to bash her sword from her hand this time. She recovered it telepathically, ducking just in time before his blade separated her head from her neck, but not before sending the pointed tip of a nearby flagpole whistling straight toward him. The sharp tip grazed his wing as he spun to avoid being impaled. His gasp of shock was audible. She'd almost succeeded in running him through that time!

Now it was her turn to smirk, the feel of warm blood trickling down her chin. She even stuck her tongue out at him.

He blinked at her in astonishment, then his glowing blue eyes went black, no whites showing. She knew it was a sign the fallen reaper had gone into kill mode. Heaven help her now.

"Drop your sword and I'll spare your life, Luci. Our dance can be one of lust not death."

Talk about a friggin' one track mind! She raised her hand and gave him the finger.

"Pretty please," he implored with a childish whine.

The demon bastard was trying to act cutesy. She stuck up her other middle finger from the hand holding the sword, tilting her head to the side with a snort.

He chuckled, then came at her again in blinding speed with a snarl.

She was at the limit of her powers trying to keep up with him in his kill mode.

The metallic sound of the swords rang out and echoed in the atrium as the battle raged on seemingly without end. Davariel's muscles rippled with every fluid move, but the sight of his enormous cock jutting up against his belly was very distracting. His insolent smile told her he knew it was distracting.

She had to kill him. All of creation would be doomed if she didn't.

The first hour of the battle he constantly aimed for her throat or vital organs, and then he switched to bashing her sword with his blade so hard her teeth were already beginning to rattle in her head. Apparently, Davariel had decided she'd do just fine as the virgin sacrifice and was now trying to disarm her instead of killing her.

Ha!

He was in for a big surprise if he thought this virgin was going down easily. She wondered how he planned to capture her because he sure as hell was nowhere near defeating her.

She spun neatly out of the way, as the tip of his blade sliced a hairs' breadth away from her belly, but the tip of hers caught his wing again. It was just a nick, but he snarled in anger. Blood oozed from the nicked wing; black demon's blood, falling like tears to stain the floor.

Once again, she felt her heart twist in sadness over Davariel's fall from grace.

Nevertheless, feeling more determined to put an end to this ordeal, she managed to nick him again, this time right over his left nipple. He backed off, clenching his fists and baring his teeth with a furious roar. What a sore loser. The unholy sound echoed in the immense atrium.

He was finally silent, his eyes narrowing as a sly smile spread across his beautiful blood smeared face. That couldn't be good. She heard exquisite singing and almost expected to see a chorus of angels floating above her head. What she did see made her scream...in impotent rage.

Blackness overtook her.

Chapter Two

A stinking mermaid! It was the last thing she recalled seeing suspended in the opening where the glass dome had once covered the building. A scaly, slimy creature, held in the embrace of a grey winged devil that smirked behind the singing mermaid.

She hated the disgusting creatures and the mind distorting effects of their voices.

Swearing inwardly, she opened her eyes and her heart sank. She was power bound to a black marble-like altar, face down and naked.

She struggled to release herself, sensing Davariel's essence all around her, but it was useless. Luciel was amazed at the extent of power he emanated. Why hadn't anyone realized he had developed the abilities of a Master Guardian?

Dredging up a slew of colorful cuss words, she decided it was time to put plan B into action.

Davariel had a weakness. He was sexually insatiable. Aside from killing and bathing in his victims' blood, he loved fucking... to the point of distraction, she might add. Ironically, many crazed females, with penchants for demons, lined up for the privilege of having him fuck them within an inch of their lives. She was going to have to pretend to be one of those females.

Right, Luci. Keep telling yourself that.

She blew out a frustrated breath. She needed to get a grip. The blood ritual, if completed would bring about the destruction of all. Luciel had to lose her virginity and, while she had him distracted, proceed to rip the demon bastard's black heart out.

She looked around. The chamber she was in appeared to be carved within a cave. The floor was black ashy dirt and the walls rough, deep red stone. Strange stones illuminated the dank, hot, cavernous room dully, casting misshapen shadows within the many cracks and crevices. All around her were whispers, growling, and low menacing laughter, even though she couldn't see its source in the gloom. The stench of decay, dank moisture, and something acrid made her want to gag.

Where the hell am I? Again, she swore mentally.

She tugged at the power bonds and sighed in frustration.

And where is that blond son-of-a-

Speak of the devil and in he walks...leather strap in hand. She swallowed hard.

Behind Davariel, four more demons entered, but separated once within the cavernous room, taking a stand in each of the four corners of the chamber.

Not good.

They were hideous creatures with thick wrinkly skin, boney faces and curved spiny backs. One was a burgundy color, another bluish, the third greenish and the last one grey. They snickered, watching her with their glowing yellow eyes, making her skin crawl.

Great! Now she had an audience that would most likely kill her after she ripped Davariel's heart out. It didn't matter. She was willing to sacrifice her life in order to kill the angel of destruction. Davariel had to die!

Once more, he was naked, but this time clean of any gore. His hair gleamed gold, streaked with pale blond, and he emanated a sweet scent that obliterated the unholy stench in the chamber. She tried not to stare, focusing her attention on his bare feet as he approached her, but to her dismay, even his feet seemed to enthrall her. They were long, slender, delicately boned; every toe with a perfectly square rosy nail. Not a single hangnail or hammer toe—damn!

Luciel closed her eyes with a groan of misery. When she reopened them, he'd crouched down so that his eyes were level with hers, and cocked his head to one side. "Are we comfy?"

She let her gaze drop to his mouth, afraid of looking into those mesmerizing blue eyes that were even more breathtaking up close. Unfortunately, it wasn't a better option. His full lips were smooth, kissed with a dewy, pink blush that made her want to bite at them....

With a start, she closed her eyes, angry with herself at becoming distracted with him again.

Come-on, Luciel Nguyen! You're a tough-assed New York City girl! Are you gonna let this pretty-boy get the best of you?

"Well, you certainly know how to make a girl feel right at home," she said with bitter sarcasm, then let her head drop with a thud onto the altar in despair. She berated herself mentally.

Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! You're supposed to seduce him! Fuck him silly-rip black heart out!

She heard him chuckling, then felt him stroke her hair. "You speak strangely, little Edenian."

She struggled half-heartedly against the power bonds and tried for a seductive stare...that is, if she could keep herself from melting beneath his own seduction. Heaven help her! Those eyes! She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but became lost in his gaze, that face, those lips...Oh God! He's an absolute dream!

"Fuck me," was all she could whisper like some star-struck adolescent girl. She didn't mean it in the literal sense; it was just a stupid thing one said when one didn't know what else to say. Then again, she'd have to be dead from the brain down not to wonder how Davariel would feel snuggled up between her thighs.

A little voice in the back of her head was screaming at her, telling her that she was letting herself become angel-struck, but she ignored the annoying voice, opting to let her gaze drop down to his lap instead. Oh, God, yes! That was so much nicer. Ignore the voice...devour that....

A sound startled her. It was coming from her mouth. She whimpering like a bitch in heat.

Yep...I've lost my mind.

The glowing of his eyes intensified as he licked his smiling lips.

"So you want me to fuck you after all, little Luci?" He laughed as he traced the outline of her mouth with the tip of his finger. "Are you having naughty thoughts about me, pretty girl?"

Through the hazy lust-filled fog turning her brain to mush, she realized Davariel's glowing irises were larger than most humanoids. The effect was hypnotic, drawing her in. He had the eyes of an incubus. Hadn't the scientists theorized Davariel to be cambion because of his innate ability to enthrall? Part incubus, part Seraph. No one knew who his parents were.

Those sinful lips she'd been dying to sample rubbed softly over her mouth making her sigh. "We're allowed to kiss, Luci... and touch," he murmured before deepening the kiss, letting his tongue sweep into her mouth. She trembled, moaned, and thrust her hips against the smooth stone of the altar, trying to ease the terrible ache that had her swollen and throbbing for him. He withdrew. "And I am very well allowed to mind fuck you."

Reality shifted like a ripple across a reflective surface and she suddenly found herself on her back, her wrists tied to a wrought iron bed in what looked like the burned out remains of a castle.

Is this real? Did he teleport us somewhere else?

The wind howled with a deafening roar through the large bare hole in one wall. It showed an expanse of sky seething with dark, almost reddish, black clouds. The red glow from the gloom outside illuminated only half of Davariel, who stood at the foot of the bed, looking at her with a tormented intensity she did not comprehend.

The wind blasting into the charred ruins of the room whipped his long hair around his body. The gold strands caressed well sculpted pectorals, not overly large, and his abs looked as if carved by an artist's loving hand, well defined and rock hard.

The bright red wings snapped open, and with a quick fluttering motion, brought him above her. Hands clasped between his legs, he looked undecided as to what to do first.

His arms rippled with ropey muscles and he had the most beautiful thighs she'd ever seen on a man. She'd dreamt of touching those thighs, stroking her fingers and tongue over them, making him tremble in anticipation.

He flew in closer, settling his knees to either side of her face.

Words were unnecessary. The intent clear. She should have been terrified, repulsed, yet her body trembled with impatient anticipation

What am I doing? Luciel, snap out of it! Keep your head on straight or all will be lost!

Even as the thought flitted through her mind, she found herself opening her mouth with the eagerness of a starving prostitute.

Davariel. She moaned around the mouthful of male flesh.

She devoured him in adoration, making him shudder. The magnificent fallen angel undulated his breathtaking torso like a snake over her. She'd never seen a man move with such fluid sensuality. Davariel was as graceful as he was beautiful. Wisps of pale gold streamed down his body to his hips, tickling her cheeks a bit as he moved. He groaned with pleasure, his hands gripping the metal headboard.




Fallen Angel Ch. 01-04



His eyes blazed into hers, his hand coming down and caressing her cheek with a tenderness that moved her. Something inside her melted, softened, and bloomed.

He, on the other hand, looked shattered, devastated, as if he hadn't expected so much ecstasy.

He closed his eyes with a whimper, then shook his head. "No-no-no! I can't! I mustn't feel this!"

His hand rubbed over his heart, as if it ached, then he closed it into a tight fist, punching the wall behind the metal headboard. With an angry snarl, he clenched his teeth, showing gleaming sharp fangs.

His eyes closed and he took a deep breath.

He began to utter words in another language, the angelic tongue of the Dominatio. She understood him perfectly and shivered in fear at his words. "I am the dark prince, the light of mourning. Cursed is he who walks in light, for I shall bring about eternal darkness. Blood and despair are my gifts to those of this realm. I give back what was given to me...a dark loveless life!"

He suddenly pulled free from her mouth and slipped down to plunge into her. She screamed in distress at the cleaving pain.

"Aw—does it hurt, Master Guardian? Does it really hurt?" He screamed the last words in a fit of rage.

She felt his fangs pierce her throat, his growls and snarls of pleasure making him seem more like a beast than a man. She willed her trembling body to relax, accept the punishing thrusts. The pain of his possession melted away to a dark pleasure that had her spreading her thighs wider and meeting his driving strokes. Molten desire threatened to consume her with every slap of his hips against her pelvis. He rocked against her with a force that made her pert breasts bounce. With his wings fanning behind him, she was able to wrap her legs around his trim waist. Her sharp cries of discomfort smoothed out to low moans of gratification as she tugged the ties holding her wrists above her head. She longed to touch him, stroke that silky flesh and tangle her fingers in his blond mane.

"Oh, yes," she moaned in ecstasy. "Please, Davariel. Untie me. Let me touch you too. I want...."

He kissed her and she tasted her blood on his tongue. Heaven help her! She wasn't supposed to enjoy this, but she was; enjoying every single delicious inch of it! She kissed him back with equal fervor, making him moan. Her legs tightened around him as she struggled to grind herself harder against his vigorous thrusts. The music of their coupling seemed to rise above the roar of the wind; the soft sighs, the moans. Again, he groaned in gratification, sliding his face into her neck, inhaling her sweet essence.

"You smell of...love," he sighed in bliss.

Davariel's head rose up enough to look into her eyes.

"Luciel, my...." he stopped and bit his lip. He looked tormented, agonized, then snapped upright with a soul-shattering scream that reverberated throughout the castle. His fingers raked across his chest, scoring his flesh. Black blood streamed down his torso...demon's blood.

She cried, wanting to beg him to stop. Why was he hurting himself?

The absurdity of her thoughts struck her. She was supposed to kill him...like now! Why in hell's name was she obsessing about him clawing himself like a mad man?

The image of everything around her rippled like a reflection in a pool of water, shimmering away to nothingness, until once again, she found herself power bound to the altar in the cavern. She was still face down, surrounded by four snarling demons as Davariel blinked emotionless eyes at her. He was still crouched in the same position. Luciel stared in shock and terror at him.

"It was all in your mind, Luci. You're still a virgin," he continued in that soft, sweet, serene tone of his. "Your little plan of seduction at getting me to ruin you for the sacrifice didn't work. This, on the other hand, is very real."

Davariel stood, raising the whip. Aside from the amused laughter of the four demons, she heard the leather strap as it whistled through the air just before landing like a fiery brand on her back.

Chapter Three

Luciel stirred. Her back felt as if it were on fire. At least she was lying on a soft comfortable bed, though she had no idea where.

The son-of-a-bitch whipped her into unconsciousness.

Lifting her head, she made out a small room, illuminated by the weak light filtering in through its single window. The walls looked as if they had once been white. Now they were a dingy cream color, unadorned except by the wooden moldings surrounding the door and window in the sparsely furnished room. The bed she laid upon was wide, with a frayed patchwork quilt and metal headboard, tarnished with age. Beneath the window was an old wooden trunk with a broken lock and on the wall to her left was a little stone fireplace, cold and unlit.

Wincing with pain, she rose from the bed, noticing an antique, framed mirror in the corner at the foot of the bed. She was still naked, with nothing but her long black hair to cover her. She could see red welts criss-crossing her back; Davariel's mark upon her flesh. The rigid wooden planks chilled the soles of her feet as she made her way to the dusty window.

There was a forest of tall blue pines, and a sparkling stream close to the cottage. Beyond that, she could see the sun peeping beneath a blanket of thick, dark clouds as it slipped behind snow-capped mountains. Soft mists danced like lonely ghosts along the ground, lending an aura of gloom. The tall trees swayed as the wind moaned and cried like a wounded animal. No other sound permeated the seemingly lifeless forest.

This was not Megdoluc. She'd seen visuals of the demon planet on her holographic image reproducer.

Where in Hades had the blond demon transported her to now?

A soft touch in her hair had her spinning back in alarm. Davariel stood behind her, his expression unreadable. Again, he was naked, adorned with nothing more than his tucked wings, loose hair that reached to his ass, and monstrous erection pointed at her like a molecular vaporizing canon.

Geez! Does that thing ever go down?

She felt bewildered she hadn't sensed his approach. How the hell does he do that?

He reached out and took a strand of her hair, feeling its texture between his fingers. "Are you hungry?"

She clapped her hands over her mouth just as she was about to moan at the sound of his voice. Her lack of control was really beginning to annoy her. "I'd rather starve than accept anything from you," she shot back, slapping his hand away.

He cocked his head to the side, a gesture he did often. "Silly girl, before dying of starvation you'll be sacrificed."

"Why, Davariel? What will you get out of destroying the universe?"

He shrugged, letting his hungry eyes travel over her.

"What happened to your black wings," she demanded, trying to ignore the way her body tingled at his covetous perusal of her.

"I cut the damned things off. They gave me these." The red wings opened up a bit as he wiggled them with a satisfied smile.

"The black ones were more beautiful," she said, making him frown.

"The black ones marked me as a slave to what I was...a celibate holy warrior. I didn't want to be celibate." His voice dripped with distaste

"Beings were in awe of you."

"They're still in awe of me," he retorted, eyes narrowing, as he tipped his pert nose up.

"No. They're terrified of you."

"Then that's even better."

Taking her hand as if they were the best of friends, he pulled her toward the door. She resisted. Big mistake.

Luciel had to bite her tongue to keep from crying out. Her back felt like pure agony. All she could do was close her eyes and try to breathe and relax until the pain subsided.

She felt Davariel release her hand, then stiffened when she felt his lips on her back, and almost bolted from him, pain be damned.

He gripped her arms, holding her still. "Shhh. It's all right, my love."

His petal-soft lips caressed her back in a series of tender little kisses, magically erasing the throbbing discomfort. Then shocked her when he pulled her up against the solid wall of his chest, his erection resting against the swell of her ass. As he caressed her breasts, his lean hips moved, rubbing against her. Davariel kissed her neck, nipped and licked, making her shudder.

"I'm sorry I had to hurt you." His voice was a dulcet caress against her ear.

He's sorry?

He was making her melt again. "You're only going to do worse later. Sacrifice, remember?" Good, Lord! Was that pathetic, pouty little feminine voice hers? And why couldn't she stop wiggling her upturned ass against him. She didn't care. He felt wonderful, smelled even better, like sea breeze, or fresh mountain air after rainfall, crisp, clean.

"I want to keep you...for myself. Maybe I can find another sacrifice," he murmured against her neck. "Your scent, Luci." He slid his nose along the side of her neck, giving her goose bumps. "It makes me feel strange emotions," he sighed as one arm came around her, holding her tightly against him. He continued to rub himself against her. His other hand came up to grasp a handful of her hair, rubbing his face against it like a cat. "So soft. It spills through my fingers like water. I like you." He sounded surprised.

"I like you too." She reached behind and grabbed his firm ass. Oh-yum! Luciel squeezed, marveling at the baby-soft skin over tight muscle; so perfect for swatting. She bit her lips.

His laugh was a warm whisper against her neck, full of delight, giving her chills. "Such an eager, untouched little virgin."

Untouched? She looked down at his hands cupping her pert breasts, hanging on for dear life. "I'm not so untouched." She tried to sound knowledgeable.

Once more, the amused chuckle tickled her ear. "Your hands don't count, my love."

For a moment she felt heat suffuse her face. Did he know? Could he know he was the star of all her wet dreams? She gave him a teasing smile over her shoulder. "So if you're going to keep me, then touch me. Take me, Davariel." She felt his cock leap against her ass and pushed back harder against him.

He tangled his long fingers in her mane, pulling her head to give him access to her mouth. After giving her a devouring kiss, which was her final undoing, he said in a husky tone, "So eager to bathe my cock with the blood of your innocence. Why should I appease you? You've been a naughty girl."

Had his fingers not been threaded through her hair and his other arm clamped around her waist, she would have fallen to her knees; her legs were shaking so bad. "Not," she protested with a pout! "How have I been naughty?"

"You wanted to run me through with your blade when I gave you the option of running you through with mine." He ground himself against her, letting her know which blade he meant. "And I even said pretty please." He clicked his tongue and shook his head, lifting one golden brow.

Luciel was growing weary of the word games. She needed action. She was about to blow a solar deflector here. "But I'm sorry now," she whined, still squirming against him.

"Convince me." His fingers pinched her nipples, making her arch her breasts into his hands. "Tell me what you would have me do to you. Share your naughty thoughts about me, pretty girl."

"I...I always dream about us..." she couldn't bring herself to say making love. What they did in those dreams had little to do with love and plenty to do with lust. She felt her face flush.

"Elaborate," he drawled.

Good Lord! She gulped.

"You always . . ." she took a shuddering breath and continued, "come to me, lick me till I just want to die of rapture and then you just . . ." she closed her eyes and swallowed, "fuck me...hard." Her heart was racing, the throbbing between her legs keeping time. "I always wake up when I come because I scream your name." Davariel had grown still behind her. She could feel each gulp of breath he took every time his chest expanded behind her shoulder blades. "My hand is always between my legs. I...I guess I masturbate in my sleep dreaming of you." She felt him shudder behind her, his face pressing into the crown of her head. She shifted her legs, already feeling her desire anointing her thighs with its warmth. "Dava, it aches," she whispered.

"Then soothe it, my love," he sighed behind her. "Let me see you soothe the ache dreaming of me causes you."

He turned her shivering body and set her on the wooden trunk. He placed his hands on her knees and opened her legs...then looked at her expectantly.

She felt herself flush deeper. No one had ever seen her exposed like this. She instinctively wanted to close her legs, but his hands held her tight. "I...I can't," she began, suddenly feeling shy.

"Look at me, Luci."

Against her better judgment, she raised her eyes to his. She was supposed to remember something about his eyes. They're...so beautiful. The glowing blue orbs held her spell bound.

"Touch yourself," he sighed. "I want to see you pleasure yourself."

In a daze, she spread her long legs wider. He licked his lips and dropped his gaze. With a moan, she obeyed him, staring into his eyes. Her only desire was to please him.

She was drowning in those eyes, her mewling cries growing sharper.

"Tease yourself more, my love. Imagine it's my hands that adore your beauty."

Her free hand reached up and caressed one taut round breast, then she pinched and rolled a pert little nipple making herself hiss. She began to tremble.

Davariel's eyes rolled as he inhaled. "Love," he sighed.

An emotion she refused to name, bloomed brighter, made her eyes tear with its force. Moisture dripped down her cheeks and words she didn't want to admit fought to release themselves from her heart and out through her lips. "Dava-Dava...."

His eyes shimmered as he looked into hers. "Yes, my love. Tell me," he begged, his face contorted in sensual agony. "Tell me what my soul longs to hear."

He was so breathtaking! Again, words stirred in her heart. She writhed, her panting turning into sobs. "I...I...l-lo . . ." Her body convulsed before she betrayed herself. Wetness gushed onto her fingers as her back arched with the force of her orgasm. Luciel's ragged cries of ecstasy reverberated through the tiny room. Through her tears, she saw the expression of awe on his face as he witnessed her passionate release.

She was still panting in the afterglow of her climax when he took her hand and sucked each finger clean, his eyes never leaving her face. The feel of his tongue on her fingers reignited her need. Lowering her gaze, she saw he was rigid with need. The blush colored head dripped copious amounts of precum that ran down his shaft and dripped to the floor. Luciel felt herself salivate.

"Please, Davariel. Please. Take me. Make me yours," she pleaded.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "No."

Then he stood and extended his hand to her. "I had a meal prepared for you. Come."

It was like a slap in her face. The sensual spell around her lessened. She blinked in a daze, feeling her emotions in a riotous turmoil within her. She'd offered herself to him and he'd rejected her. Worse, she realized how close she came to telling him....

No! I refuse to...He did it! He was manipulating my mind to feel things...things that are ludicrous. She cursed inwardly.

He led her out into an adjoining room, which was large. It had an enormous fireplace with a welcoming blaze crackling within. Before the fireplace were two overstuffed chairs. There was also an old cupboard against the wall between two windows, and a long wooden table in the very center of the large room surrounded by eight chairs. The scent of wood, spices, and pleasant herbs gave the place a cozy homey feel. She felt as though she were living out a scene in a fairytale. Any minute Little Red Riding Hood or Goldie-locks would come knocking at the door.

Speaking of Goldie-locks, Davariel pulled out a chair for her at one end of the table, burying his nose in her hair as she sat. Luciel had to clench her fists to keep from slapping him. She felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment at her stupid behavior in the bedroom, and grew more furious with him as well as herself. She was certain he'd manipulated her the whole time and she'd played right into it like an idiot.

She lowered her head, letting her hair veil her face.

With a loud sigh, he moved away to sit at the other end of the table, while she clenched her teeth in humiliation.

No. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing how mortified she felt that he hadn't taken advantage of her blatant offer to be his sex toy.

Luciel grabbed a spoon by a bowl of stew and began wolfing it down.

She hadn't realized how hungry she was. The stew was amazing. A piece of freshly baked bread sat on a smaller plate by a frosty glass of golden juice. The warmth of the nourishing meal soothed her.

Chewing, she risked a look at Davariel through the strands of her hair. He watched her eat in rapt attention.

She found that it was easier to resist his allure if she kept her focus on just one particular part of him, rather than the whole. For now, she just looked at his hands, the way they rested on the table before him as he gazed at her. He had such long fingers, delicate, like a musician's or artist. Then, with a sigh, he folded his arms and rested his chin upon them. She lowered her eyes to the stew with a start, blushing.

Oh well, so much for not getting caught up in that pretty face. She felt herself bristling again. I'm such a weak dumb ass!

"Most people can't keep their eyes off me. You make an effort not to look. Why?"

"I don't like looking at ugly things," she retorted, then stole a quick glance at him.

He looked shocked. His head snapped back up. "You think I'm ugly?" He said it softly, as if she'd hurt his feelings.

"Very!" She scowled into the bowl, not wanting to look back up lest he catch her in her bald-faced lie. She was a lousy liar.

He was silent for a moment, his fingers thrumming upon the wooden table as he mulled over her words. "Then why are you attracted to me? I can smell your arousal from here."

Fuck! What is it with him and that nose? She imagined herself giving him a good pop on that perfect snub nose and breaking it. Maybe then, he won't be able to smell my arousal. Jerk!

Luciel slammed the spoon down on the table and pointed an accusatory finger at him. "You make me want you and you know it." His eyes widened and his cheeks turned red. "You did it in the room and you did it last night in that crazy dream you projected into my head. You made me want you. Deny it!"

"I do deny it, Luci. I'd wanted to terrify you, but you were so...horny for me . . ." He let the words trail off with raised brows. She felt her face burn in embarrassment. "I don't know about what happened in the room, but I'm not doing anything now and you still want me...very much, if I must say so myself. I don't think I've ever come across anyone who's desired me the way you do. I smell lust, but there's also something else I've never scented before. It's very pleasing to me." He expressed the latter on a rapturous sigh, glowing, electric-blue eyes closing as he leaned in closer to sniff again.

She remembered what he had said during the fantasy fuck he'd given her, about smelling like love, and panicked. "You mesmerize people," she accused, hitting the table with her hand.

He blinked, his mouth hanging open at a loss for words. Her remark had struck a sore spot. "I don't do it on purpose," he exclaimed in fervor. "You've mesmerized me too."

He was upon the table, crawling on hands and knees, with a few golden tendrils of his hair dragging along the wooden surface. His body moved with slow, sensual grace. When he reached her, after having put her food to one side of the table, he sat perched on the very edge, swinging his long sinewy legs over to either side of her. He spread his mouth watering thighs and rested his feet against the legs of the table, leaning back on his hands.




Fallen Angel Ch. 01-04



The man could have been a porn star, knowing how to arrange himself in the most provocative poses. Her eyes dropped lower. He was huge, but then again, he was seven feet tall. It would have been ridiculous for him to have a penis the size of the average Edenian male, which was about six to seven inches. No. The spectacular phallus presented before her was closer to twice that size!

"Twelve," he smiled with pride, flexing his hips.

"Don't read my mind," she snapped!

He made a show of looking taken aback. "I don't read minds, Luci. I was a reaper not a Master Guardian. Besides, what you were thinking was written all over your pretty face." He licked his lips, the black pupils within those big, glowing, blue orbs dilating wide. "Touch me, Luci. We're allowed."

The temptation was too great. Everything about the fallen angel lured her in; his face, his body, his mesmerizing voice begging her to stroke him. How could a girl resist.

Luciel wrapped her hand around him. His flesh was hot and seemed to throb as if his heart beat there. She couldn't get her fingers all the way around. Wow! He shuddered, obviously enjoying her explorative touching. His hips bucked as she stared at the exquisite cock in her grip, twelve inches of smooth skin, sun-kissed gold, like the rest of him, except for the meaty tip. It was a rose blush, shaped like a big luscious strawberry. She licked her lips holding his glowing gaze. He groaned as if in pain, then shook his head reluctantly from side to side, answering her silent question. No...but he didn't seem pleased about it either.

She explored every inch of his velvety length as his knuckles turned white from gripping the edges of the table.

"Oh, Luciel, that feels so good," he groaned, as his red wings fluttered behind him, trying to cool his excited body.

How easy it would have been to plunge a knife into the beautiful fallen angel at that moment, while he panted with lust. Could she find the strength to destroy him? She could do it now...jump up, thrust her hand through his ribcage and rip his heart out. She had the ability to do it.

Her other hand came up and rested on his thigh, the thought ruminating in her mind.

He closed his eyes in ecstasy, a soft sob escaping his lips as he let his head fall back in surrender. His blond hair cascaded onto the surface of the dark brown table, as his abdominal muscles rippled. He held her spellbound. It dawned on her that, not only was his turning into a demon a shame, but his previous rank as a reaper, prohibited to pass his amazing genes forward, damn sacrilegious too. As for what she was contemplating....

"Luci... you've got to stop. I'm going to come." He clenched his teeth, obviously reining in his need to release.

"I want to see you come, Davariel," she whispered tenderly. "Feel you spill yourself on my hand...taste you." Luciel visualized the beauty of that moment; the pearly fluid bathing her fingers, or spilling onto her breasts, her face, her mouth. She shuddered

"I'll be punished," he wailed. "Please. They'll hurt you too if I taint you."

She paid no mind to what he said, mesmerized by the thought of seeing his magnificent cock erupt, unaware of the danger until it was too late.

The four demons she saw in the chamber the night before appeared, snatching him away from her. The clawed fingers of one of them held him by his hair. Davariel struggled to release the painful hold on his golden tresses, snarling at his captor. The demon only laughed at him, as did the others.

She tried to get to her feet to help him, but found herself in a tight power hold.

Davariel's demon sword appeared in his hand and he plunged it with precision into the grey demon to his left, killing the creature in an instant.

The other two used their power to slam him face first on the table, sending his sword flying away. Her heart twisted when she saw the river of blood that flowed from his nose.

His cute nose!

They held him power-bound from his waist up, with his arms outstretched. Luciel watched helplessly as one of them plunged a knife into his wrist, nailing it into the wooden table. Davariel let out an agonized scream. Black blood pooled around his ravaged wrist, until it dripped to the floor in a thin trickle.

The demons hooted hysterically.

"That was cruel, but amusing. Let's try not to damage him too much, though. Remember what Lucifer said."

"Our dark prince entertains us so much," the blue cackled.

"F-fuck...you," Davariel panted.

The burgundy demon caressed his ass, then looked up at her with a malevolent smirk. "Is he not the most stunning creature you've ever seen? Ah, yes. The Divine One certainly made this precious beauty with much love. Too bad he's fallen into our very capable clutches."

She watched in horror as the other two demons stroked him, leaving bleeding cuts here and there. One of them leaned down and let its tongue stroke one taut, rounded buttock.

"Get the fuck away from me," Davariel exclaimed furious, then cried out an expletive when the hideous creature sank its sharp teeth into his flesh, marring the once perfect skin. It bit him twice more, making him shriek before the burgundy slapped the demon away in aggravation. Blood poured from the fresh wounds.

Davariel's face was colorless beneath the blood that smeared it and looked as though he were fighting to remain conscious.

Luciel prayed he would not.

"Enough! I want to fuck him and you're in my way."

Davariel's face reflected the horror Luciel felt and, once again, he renewed his struggles.

"No!" His eyes glowed brighter and Luciel's chair spun around with a jerk. She felt him trying to use his powers to push her into the room. She fought against him to release herself.

The demons laughed. "What's the matter, dark prince? Don't you want your little girlfriend to see how we love you?"

"He's never protested before. Just turns up his pretty ass and lets us all fuck him."

"No!" Davariel snarled.

Horrified, she heard his grunt of pain.

"I'm going to fucking kill you the first chance I get," Davariel screamed.

They only laughed louder.

"He must be trying to impress the virgin. Make her think he doesn't enjoy the feel of a good cock up his ass."

"And in his mouth." Malevolent laughter ensued.

A loud thump on the table had Luciel stiffening. There was scratching, as if one of the demons were moving around on top of the wood. She heard Davariel snarl through clenched teeth. A series of loud slaps made her flinch.

She sucked in her breath as she imagined what was going on, her eyes round with horror.

"Open!" The demon's voice growled.

Another loud slap reverberated through the room.

Stop it! Stop hurting him! She tried to scream these words, but there was something preventing her from opening her mouth. All she could do was whimper.

Grunts of pleasure and an ominous silence from Davariel gave her chills. There was a rubbery-like force enveloping her. Davariel had her wrapped in his power despite his agony. Again, she tried to release herself, but he only increased his hold. She could sense his intense pain and anger.

Time dragged. They continued to punish him.

Her tears flowed. She felt guilty for what was happening to him. He'd implored her to stop and she hadn't listened. Now he suffered because of her.

How could they do this to him? He's the dark prince!

Once in a while she'd hear him try to protest, hear movement behind her, the harsh slapping of skin against skin, the sharp gasps, the feral grunts and snarls of the demons. At one point, she heard him throwing up, then his silence again. Revulsion clawed at her insides making her nauseous too.

Was there no end to this nightmare?

She felt the air around her vibrate with a renewal of gathering power just before her chair flew into her room. The door slammed behind her as the momentum propelled her from the seat onto the bed, making her grunt.

"No! No-no-no, Dava!" She scrambled from her sprawled position on the bed and darted to the door.

Locked!

Using her powers, she tried to unlock it, but found it useless. He was blocking her again.

Heart racing, she began kicking and pummeling the door with her fists, screaming for them to release him.

She should have put him out of his misery when she had the chance. At least he wouldn't be suffering now.

"Davariel," she sobbed!

Chapter Four

He awakened to darkness, lying on the cold wooden floor where they had continued to fuck him, taking turns. They forced him to submit and abused his body with a violence he'd never experienced before. He felt bewildered!

Night had fallen and the demons were long gone.

His stomach muscles clenched and he was able to raise himself up in time to spill the contents of his stomach on the floor. He hadn't eaten for more than a day and only spewed up bile and the semen forced into him. His ass burned, and his wrist was a bloodied, swollen mess, adding to his misery.

He was the dark prince! Why had they done this to him?

Rage flared within him at his humiliation. They would pay! He'd make sure of that.

Luciel called through the locked door of the room he'd pushed her into as the demons abused him.

He felt ashamed. Even though she hadn't seen what they did to him, she'd heard it all.

"Why am I so cursed," he whispered in misery to himself, as he pondered all of his downfalls?

Born into the slavery of a holy sect that denied him the right to love, he'd renounced his rank as reaper. Fancying himself in love, he'd accepted the task of guarding the gates of hell for a siglon, one hundred sun orbits, dreaming of returning to Levinia with an honorable discharge to take her away and have a family of his own, like other white-winged Seraphs.

He'd been nothing more than an ignorant fool.

He still remembered the cursed day he'd fallen from grace. He had been sitting upon the same stone he always sat upon, day after day, high on a cliff overlooking a turbulent ocean. Thirty sun orbits had gone by since he'd accepted the task of guarding the gates of hell...alone, on the God-forsaken planet of Megdoluc.

It had once been thriving and green, but over-building and over-population had almost killed the small planet nestled into the perfect spot between two binary blue stars. They were just far away enough to provide the planet with warmth and light, without burning it up. Still, all that remained of the once lush foliage were a few scraggly trees scattered about. The rest was all boulders, dried dirt, and the ruins of cities abandoned siglon's before he'd ever been born. Even the ocean was black, poisoned and still polluted.

In the distance, he could see one of the four super-volcanoes that existed on the planet. The one south of the equator had erupted, giving the sky a hazy look. The others constantly rumbled in warning.

The beings that had once populated the planet had long fled from the disease and pestilence that had abounded at the time, the ugly little planet forgotten. It was just as well. Once the volcanoes blew, the planet was going to go into a frozen hibernation for a few siglons, making the environment too harsh to sustain human life. All that remained were a few insignificant devils that lingered close to the hidden portal of hell, buried beneath miles of violent, churning seawater. There were many portals scattered throughout the universe, there was even one on Earth, but they were all hidden and well protected by death angels, like him.

He remembered how lost he felt, how each night he'd cry beneath the light of the multiple moons, wondering if anyone missed him. Had father Gadriel told her of his love for her? Would she wait for him?

It suddenly didn't matter. All he wanted was someone—anyone—to love and to love him. He wanted a home with a family to go back to, maybe even sire a few chicklings of his own. "My very own family unit," he sighed with a smile.

Movement to his left had his whole body shifting into kill mode. He could see each individual molecule of air as it swirled around him and spotted the black aura of the little devil that taunted him every day.

"Come closer," Davariel invited, making his voice sound sweet.

The little devil snickered. It looked like a five-year-old child with thick gleaming ringlets on its head. Its skin was completely jet-black and it had glowing yellow eyes. Red markings flecked its little bat-like wings and sharp tipped tail, denoting that soon it would grow into a larger adult devil.

"Every day you invite me closer and every day I tell you that I still remember how you turned my sister into ash with the same sweetly intoned invitation," the little creature answered him with the same melodious cadence.

Davariel smiled with a shrug. "I was bored."

"No. You ache. Your soul weeps from solitude."

"But I'll be gone soon."

"When are you going to believe me?"

"Never."

"Never is a long time, Da va riél." The little devil sat on his haunches watching him with keen yellow eyes as the ocean breeze toyed with his gleaming, black spirals. "Today the high priest will come to you with news that you will not like. Then he will want to console you by fucking you through the scantivale."

"Gadriel loves me."

The little devil laughed. "Is that what it's called? I thought it was just perversion."

"Enough." Davariel frowned.

"What he's been doing to you is forbidden."

"It's just a game we play."

"A game where he enjoys full sex with you while covering you with the scantivale so that your aura and his don't become tainted. Were that to happen then everyone would know that he's been fornicating with you since you were just a small chickling. How old were you that first time? Seven...eight sun orbits?" The baby devil scoffed again. "He smeared your tender little ass with anesthetic ointment so you wouldn't feel his cock ripping you. You bled for days after that. He told you it was because you'd overfed yourself forbidden fruit and you believed him. Such sweet...dim-witted innocence."

In shock, Davariel remembered the long forgotten incident.

"He...he loves me." He's the only one who ever said so.

"He only loves himself, death angel. You're only a convenient fuck for the high priest. A very gullible and obtuse one."

Just as the devil predicted, Gadriel arrived, landing a small transportation cruiser on the high cliff where Davariel sat. Exiting the cruiser, he carried a black cloth bag over his shoulder.

The tiny, child-like devil scrambled away behind a boulder.

When the high priest saw Davariel, he rushed over with a huge grin and embraced him.

"My sweet angel! When are you going to forget this nonsense of renouncement and come back home to me?"

He felt the dark haired reaper's erection straining through his black leather pants as he pressed himself against Davariel's scantily clad body. Black wings wrapped around Davariel, holding him even tighter. Gadriel tangled his fingers and hands in his blond hair, holding him prisoner as he plundered his mouth.

Davariel didn't want the high priest to kiss him. He felt confused and cursed the day he'd started listening to the little devil's ramblings.

"Stop. Please." He tried to disengage himself from the reaper. "Levinia...have you finally spoken to her?"

Gadriel drew back with an annoyed expression on his countenance, his dark brows drawn over his eyes. "Levinia. Always that slut Levinia!"

Shock and then anger filled Davariel. "Don't fucking call her that!"

Davariel saw stars! It took him a while to realize that Gadriel had slapped him and he'd fallen to the ground like an idiot.

He blinked, dazed, the taste of blood in his mouth. Gadriel ripped off the black loincloth Davariel wore, exposing his bare ass to Gadriel's groping hands. Then the cool transparent material of the scantivale covered him seconds before Gadriel fell upon Davariel's back.

"She can never love you like I do, you ungrateful, spoiled chickling!"

Davariel felt furious.

"Get off me," he demanded, his black wings spreading out underneath the scantivale.

"Levinia is betrothed to another, Davariel. At this moment I'm sure her ass is as full of another Seraph's cock as yours will be. Forget her, my love. I'm sorry I hit you. A moment of jealousy, that's all. Let me love you, boy."

His cold, insensitive words registered in Davariel's mind. Levinia betrothed? Another Seraph loving....

"No," he wailed, his tears streaming down his face as he felt his heart break!

"Don't waste your tears for a whore, boy," Gadriel whispered licking his ear, as his cock began to probe him gently. "You have me. You know you're my special boy. My sweet boy."

Davariel stiffened, his sobs choking him. He didn't want to be fucked. Not today...not ever!

"He never spoke to Levinia, Davariel."

Gadriel jumped off him. He heard the high priest unsheathe his sword and turned to see him opening his wings. Father Gadriel would have forced himself upon Davariel if the little devil hadn't spoken.

He never loved me. No one ever really has.

"Vile creature," the older reaper hissed, his eyes going black in kill mode.

Davariel had come across a special sword, one he thought he'd never use. When Gadriel lunged at the little devil, Davariel stepped in his path and chanted the incantation to summon the sword.

"What are you doing?" Gadriel frowned. "Where did you get that?"

"You used me and lied to me." His voice was still tremulous with tears.

"What?" Gadriel's eyes widened. "No! Never!"

"You've been defiling me since I was a chickling."

Color drained from the high priests face. "It was our special game, Dava. I haven't defiled you. You're still a virgin...technically."

"How about spiritually, reaper," the little devil interjected behind them?

"Shut up! Davariel, kill that unholy thing!"

"As you wish, father," he hissed.

He attacked the black winged Seraph who had lied and used him like a whore since he was a child. The demon sword sparked fire with each hacking strike against Gadriel's. They rose higher and higher in the sky over the raging sea.

Ear shattering blasts signaled that the four super volcanoes on the planet of Megdoluc had erupted. Soon, black clouds of ash choked the sky, which took on a reddish tinge as the twin blue suns disappeared from view.

It rained fire, but the warring holy warriors were oblivious to it. Blinded by fury, Davariel's blade sliced through Gadriel's chest and blood poured down into the churning sea below. Massive waves, about a hundred feet and more, seemed to reach up toward the fighting death angels, trying to drag them down into the violent, roiling, black depths. Where Gadriel's blood fell, a funnel began to stir, the sound deafening. Lightning crashed and boomed, and the wind howled like a hellish soul in torment. Then the stench began...the fetid stench of death and decay. The funnel grew larger until devils began flying out of it in hordes of thousands. Despite the exploding volcanoes, it began to grow cold on the planet, the tomb-like chill emanating from the funnel.

Davariel's blade caught the High Priest at his throat, nearly beheading him, and then plunged into his heart. Blood sprayed everywhere. Gadriel fell into the very center of the funnel, dead eyes wide with shock. The minute he disappeared, the sea froze over instantly, the massive waves looking like spiraling canyons.

The devils flew around Davariel chanting "Master" as he glided to land upon the shore. He looked down at himself. Blood covered his hands, arms, and torso. There was so much. He could feel it cooling on his face. His tears flowed.

The little devil approached him with trepidation.

"All your life you've been nothing but a prisoner. Your own mother cast you out like refuse. The only person who professed to love you used you to satisfy his lustful needs...even though you were just a naive child. He took advantage and robbed you of your innocence, your freedom, and your chance at love."




Fallen Angel Ch. 01-04



Davariel allowed those cruel words to fill the gaping, bleeding hole in his heart, to cover the intense pain of finally realizing no one ever loved him, not even his mother. Even the hordes of aliens that came to see him only saw him as a coveted object. The only time he'd allowed them to touch him through the barricade, two of his primary feathers were torn off his wings. Even seeing his tears and bloodied wing they still reached out for more feathers not caring that they had hurt him.

No more.

The wind dried his tears. His soul seemed to shrivel up and die, leaving him empty, except for the hatred that ran through his veins like bitter poison.

"Cut your wings. Be our master. Be our dark prince. Once you let Lucifer out, you'll see what a grateful father he can be."

Davariel lifted the demon sword and sliced through his black wings. The pain had been excruciating, causing him to lose consciousness. He awakened to find himself transformed into a demon, red wings and sharp fangs, in the midst of a celebratory orgy in a fiery pit deep within the planet's crust.

Energy filled him, making him feel alive again. They dragged him, eyes wide in surprise, into the writhing melee of demons and devils copulating like frenzied beasts. For the first time in his young, one hundred and ninety sun orbits, he experienced the sensation of being embedded in a female. A she-devil straddled his quivering loins, impaling herself upon his inexperienced cock. He gasped in shock at the wondrous sensation as she rode him.

The demons created these creatures with perfect human anatomies and faces. They had long whip-like tails and small horns on their heads, aside from the bat-like wings. The creatures ranged in an array of jewel-toned colors and had bright golden eyes with slit pupils.

He was their master, the dark prince, his new task: to find a powerful virgin Master Guardian.

Davariel was summoned to kill whenever a powerful Master Guardian was discovered by the devils and demons dispatched throughout the universe.

His name became synonymous with death and destruction. All beings feared Davariel more than any other demon that existed before him.

"The dark prince," he sneered, coming out of his black musings of the past, looking down at himself; bloodied, dirty, full of cum, even in his hair. He was a joke.

Again, Luciel called to him. The absurd woman was crying...for him. It made no sense, yet touched his black heart. Though he had no hope of escaping his demon masters, he'd help her escape, but not before fucking her. That was the only way to ensure her safety, otherwise they'd only find a replacement for him who would hunt her down and use her as the sacrifice.

He tried to convince himself the only reason he wanted to do this was to spite the demons, but....

He crawled to the door. His legs were still shaking. She was leaning against it on the other side, crying. He could still smell her delightful scent. It made his heart race, his skin tingle, and his face feel warm. It made him...happy.

What an absurd emotion.

He smiled in spite of the throbbing ache in his battered body.

Davariel pressed his bruised face and hands against the door, desiring to hold her close and drown in that heavenly scent.

I've never scented that before. I know what hatred and lust and fear smell like, so this must be love.

Closing his eyes, he sighed. Love smells beautiful.

Standing on trembling legs, he summoned the two wolves that he'd assigned to keep watch over the cottage when he wasn't around and charged them with guarding Luciel. The beautiful creatures, one black the other white, cowered in terror at his feet. They would do his bidding or suffer for it.

Davariel took to the night sky, his nose wrinkling at the stench in the air warning that the beautiful planet swarmed with demons. He flew for a while over dense, ancient forests, until he came upon a mountain. Despite the gloom of doom that hung in the air, he heard the merry singing of two inebriated individuals.

Near the mouth of a cavern, in the side of the snow-capped mountain, he found what he was looking for.

Remuel and Zakreel were two were-dragons, humans with the ability to transform into dragons, who were once mortal enemies. Having come from different clans, the blood dragon and the golden dragon had fought against each other for centuries, until they found themselves fighting against a greater common enemy...the Grei hunters that captured their kind to enslave them into sexual service.

When the two men noticed Davariel's presence in the cave, they transformed into their bestial form and blasted him with their fire.

After a long moment they ceased, exhausted.

Davariel stood with his arms folded over his chest tapping his foot in impatience. "That was very stupid. You should be grateful that I've come to request a favor, otherwise I'd kill you both."

"We're not afraid of..." the red dragon began with a roar, then gasped in shock. "What the fuck say you?" The other dragon also stared dumbfound.

"I need your help."

They both gawked at him for so long, for a moment, he thought they were either too drunk or just plain stupid to understand him. He opened his mouth to repeat what he said when both dragons began laughing their heads off.

"Holy dragon-pook! We are really pook-faced this time, Zak!"

"So you're having the same hallucination as I am right now? Fuck me!"

Davariel didn't have time for this nonsense. He raised his hands high and began closing his fists, letting his telekinetic energy grip the dragons' throats in a tight power hold, making them choke until their eyes bulged.

"Silence," he snapped. "I need for you to find a space transport to get an Edenian Master Guardian back to her home world. Do you understand?" The dragons gurgled their replies. "But before you take her away, I also need for you to shield us as I...take her." He released them and they fell to the ground coughing as they transformed back into human form.

A pair of bright green eyes and shimmering blue ones glared at him.

"You want us to protect you while you rape some poor woman," the blonde haired one rasped, while the one with the blood-red mane struggled to inhale?

"It won't be rape. I must divest of her maidenhood in order for her to remain safe. She won't refuse me."

"Why should we believe you," the redhead finally croaked?

"Because you have no choice! Obey or die!" Davariel summoned his demon sword.

"We're not afraid of you or death, demon," the red haired one named Remuel spoke again!

Davariel huffed in impatience. He didn't want to kill them. If they were dead, they couldn't help him help Luci.

"Then be afraid for the continued existence of this universe. The woman is the prophesized virginal sacrifice of the abyss. All of creation in this physical realm will be no more once the sacrifice is completed." They didn't look convinced, only suspicious. "Think of your families. They're all going to die! Your children!" If he had children, he give his life to protect them.

The dragons looked at each other.

"I've got hundreds of little ones," the gold admitted grudgingly.

The red snorted. "I've got thousands," but then his smug grin faded as he turned back to Davariel. "Hey, wait a moment...why should you care?" Green and blue eyes narrowed once more.

"I've had a change of heart," Davariel said in a quiet voice, his eyes holding theirs as he lifted his chin.

"We'll help you save the girl, but you get yourself out of your own mess. Don't count on us standing by you to fight the demons once they discover your treachery."

"So be it," Davariel answered in a low voice.