Azazel pulls Mariel with him grinning he pulls the angel against him “mmm you made that all the more better pet. Calling him out.” He growled. Leaning in to kiss Mariel.

Mariel pressed back against the wall only to be pulled tightly to the demon instead. “L-Lies,” he whispered. “It was Stahs, he w-wasn’t here to save us. The f-file said – ” he gave a soft squeak as he was kissed, his body twisting as though writhing in pain. “Let me die,” he whispered in a quiet plea, wings flapping against the wall and floor pathetically.

Azazel chuckles “don’t you know, no one is ever good. Stahs especially…bloody massacre…he only lives for destruction.” He told the angel. “Never pet, I’ll never let you die.” He said sadisticly. “You are mine forever.”

“Please,” he whispered, but even that plea wasn’t enough. He knew that. The skeletal hands came up to grip Azazel’s wrists as those tears continued to trickle down his cheeks. “I am not yet broken. I will burn you,” he stated quietly, almost sadly. His bone fingertips glowed, but there wasn’t even enough power to singe a hair; it was barely enough to even sting.

Azazel grins at Mariel “oh pet, we have only just begun.” He told him. He lean to his ear “especially since I know what kind of a whore you are.” He chuckle “the way you presented and beg to be fucked.” His voice so thick with sadism.

The wrecked fingers curled, trying to tighten before finally giving up and reaching upwards. They felt up Azazel’s arms and shoulders until they found his face, charred bone resting against his cheeks. The words stung as agony etched across their features. “That was for me. My first and last. Why do you know?”

Azazel chuckles “dear pet I have cameras everywhere. You didn’t think I wouldn’t watch you? Pleasure myself to your glorious cries? Who do you think let you feel the sweet release alone? Who allowed you the diginity of messing yourself alone? I am the only one who will see you cum unless I deem others worthy of it.” Staring at the angel. The angel feel the charred skin on his face from mariel attempt.

His entire body tensed as he heard those words, the fingers stopping to simply be still against the demon’s burned cheeks. “Dignity,” he whispered, blind eyes searching Azazel’s face. “Dignity.” It was like a prayer on his lips, a plea. Death would be a dignity, but not one the demon would grant. He slumped slightly, dry tongue running across cracked lips. He seemed at a loss for what to do, too traumatized to even utter his sassy, spiteful threats at the moment. “I…hurt…s-so much.”

Azazel nods to him “and if I remove the collar? Are you going to run? Cause you won’t get far while..” brush a few fingers to the ring on his member ” this wont let you get far my sweet pet. I did say a reward. “He undo the collar on his neck. Removing those runes that fought his power.

The angel’s lower jaw shuddered as he contemplated the easiest lie; no. But it wasn’t long before the tremble ceased when the lie became truth; no, he wasn’t going to run. He couldn’t. As the fingers brushed against that ring the celestial reacted with uncandid ecstasy, a breathy moan escaping and causing his stomach to clench. As soon as the collar was removed he sagged with relief, and across his body the wounds started to mend. It would be a while for the hands and eyes, but slowly they were starting to restitch themself. “Thank you, Master,” he breathed, the gratitude coming easily with the title to butter him up.

Azazel grinned “mmm you train good.” He told him. Azazel held Mariel against him “you were so very good, very good. I can forgive the burst snd burns. You help me break them and that is soo much better.” He told him. He grin wider to Mariel last words “such a good pet. Wonderful pet.” He stroke the angels cheek.

“But I can’t hear the Voice,” he whimpered. He’d thought it was because of the collar, but even without the collar gone, he could no longer hear the divine Voice that connected him to the Council. “Have I done wrong? I must atone…what have I done?” he asked, delerious now. The soft touches and lack of aggression from the creature he hated so much was causing his exhausted mind so much confusion.

Azazel coo to him “im the only voice you need to hear pet. You belong to me now.” He told him. He shook his head “no you have done everything right pet.” He was enjoying this. “Such a good pet.”leans in to kiss him again.

His lips moved slowly as though he were thinking to himself. Those words made him frown slightly. “You have not broken me,” he stated in that familiar tone despite the vulnerability written across his face. The kiss wasn’t rejected though; he merely stiffened with awkward surprise at the gesture, unsure of how to interpret it. “This is a lie. You aren’t gentle,” he said quietly against the kiss, wings trembling slightly.

Azazel nips to mariel lips “mmm I can be…if pets are obedient and listen. I have to punish when they are not.” He explains “you been good.”

Mariel seemed to think on that before giving a nod of acceptance. “I hate you,” he said softly, sagging against him with exhaustion. His wounds were well on their way to healing but the angel was understandably worn out, barely able to keep himself uprigt.

Azazel chuckle “absolutely delightful. Truly you are excellent my pet.” Loving the fact the angel expressed hatred. He pick Mariel up snd placed him on the bed laying next to him, running his hand from mariel thigh, up his stomach and to his shoulder. “All mine.”

Even as he’d said the words, another feather lost its color. There were so few left now, but the angel was unaware of their state. He squawked as he was picked up but found himself on – a bed? Not a floor? There was a slight frown that only deepened as he felt the weight settle onto the bed next to him. “Let me rest,” he stated quietly, uncertain if such a request would even be honored.

Azazel grinned “don’t worry I’m not going to take you now my pet. I can be merciful. Besides I plan to ravages you when you fully rest. I want you screaming my name, begging for me.” He told him. The angel gave a slow nod as he shifted onto his side then, turning his back to Azazel and curling his wings around himself in some semblance of trying to reclaim personal space. Azazel grinned loving this angel alot. He loved a challenge and this one had perks too. Oh he was gonna have fun with this one.