Mariel had no idea how long he’d been out, but he knew two things. One, his godsdamned -everything- hurt despite not being injured. He’d healed while he slept and was health-wise good as new, though the pain of the stain on his light was coursing through him and leaving him with an unpleasant pain pinging through his frame.

The second thing he knew was that his collar was deactivated still. Sitting up, it took little to will himself into his suit of armor, though the shining silver was accented and engraved with black instead of the usual gold. He frowned, looking to his wings once more; so dark, with only a single silver feather left. He reached over, gritting his teeth as he plucked it from his wing. The divine glow of it faded, but it retained its silver and gold coloration; at least now it wouldn’t turn black as the rest had.

He tucked the feather into his hair near his ear and gathered his braid over one arm as though it were a rope, the weighted, bladed loop at the end resting in the palm of his hand as he slid out of the bed on shaky legs.

Azazel walks into the staff room and saw Mariel “Well well going to war pet?” He ask. Crossing his arms, watching as the angel stood up.

He’d barely gotten his footing when Azazel walked in, and immediately it was as though he’d just bitten into a lemon. “Just a walk,” he stated flatly. “This place is already a demolished war zone.”

Azazel smirked “My pet did you ask me if you could just walk?” He just had a shit eating grin.

Mariel tilted his chin high. He either didn’t remember the mewling pleas he’d just issued a few hours prior while willingly riding the demon’s cock…ooooor he was pushing that memory conveniently out of the way. Then again, considering how broken the angel was it was quite likely he honestly had forced himself to omit that memory for now. “The day I ask you for permission to do anything is the day I slit my own throat. Are you going to get out of my way, or shall I make you get out of my way?”

Azazel would say “I can gladly slit your throat and fuck it, the way you fucked Wagner throat when you cleansed him. While riding me.” He step closer “I love to see you make me pet.”

Mariel’s stomach lurched at those words as familiar scenes played back through his mind like a movie reel. He twitched faintly, then shuddered and seemed to break out of the sudden disassociative moment, blinking back to the present. “Remove yourself from my presence. You’ve done more than enough damage, haven’t you?”

Azazel tilt his head and just grins. He reach to try and grip that braid of his “Make me like you said you would. Or do I have to remind you who you call master. How you kept going, even when spent. Oh you are just the perfect cock sleeve, beautifully splayed your wings.” His words dripping with sadism.

Mariel carefully maintained a look of indignant disgust as Azazel spoke, taking a step back to keep his braid out of the demon’s grasp. He was doing quite well until his wings were mentioned and that seemed to break his icy facade instantly. He gave a scream of rage as he whipped around, slinging the bladed hoop in a deadly arc towards the demon and adjusting his grip on the braid to aim and intensify the speed of the blow. It would have been a hell of a blow if it landed, but the consecrated metal was also etched with black and sapphire; what should have been a divine blade that demons kept far from was merely an irritating inconvenience now.

Azazel didn’t move, he let the angel have the blow and say “You are ao beautiful begging, screaming more master more. You lustful little whore.” He kept egging that angel on.

The weapon stung unpleasantly, but otherwise it was little more different than getting hit but a common knife. Mariel actually looked unnerved by that, but that also meant that the ring – and by extension, his hair – was stuck to whatever part the blade had hit. The words made him shiver and he brought his hands up to cover his ears. “Shut up…shut up shut up shutUP!”

Azazel grabbed the braid now and yanks the angel to be closer. “You loved it. Love my cock in you. You loved being made a slut. How you didn’t want to stop till your body literally gave out on itself.” He cackle “such a good pet you are.”

Mariel stumbled forward as his hair was yanked, his stomach tightening at those words. “I am not,” he said quietly, but the words were uncertain. He was proud on his own, but Azazel had already done quite a job of getting his words into his head; the angel had a hard time blocking them out. His body glowed with radiant light, but no matter how much the power he wielded thanks to his deactivated collar, it was too tainted to really do any damage. He was no longer divine wrath incarnate…he was just a lil’ spicy meatball.

Azazel leans to mariel ear “I loved it…the cries, the way you writhe on my cock. How you beg for sweet release.” He told him. “You know you love my lips on yours, my tongue in your throat. How i nip and bite your flesh. My hands as the molest you…my member deep in you, ensure your lust to me.” That dark sadistic tone he’d use.

His hands came up to grip at Azazel’s sides as he growled, but ….there it was, his voice cracked into a little sigh as the words droned on and on. Why couldn’t he control his body? This was ridiculous. His shoulders sagged as he stood there, head tipped forward against Azazel’s chest and his fingers clutching at his lab coat as he tried to still his breathing.

Azazel nip the angels ear and he yank the angeks head back, so he could lick their neck “Whose your master?” He ask. Oh he was having too much fun with this angel, he love that the body yearn for him.

It seemed that it only took a few strings of words to switch Mariel from haughty angel to mewling pet, not that he seemed to notice it. Instead he arched his back with a warbling cry of ‘Master!’ like a startled bird at that lick. His eyes briefly widened as he clamped a hand over his mouth, swallowing hard.

Azazel spoke in that dark tone “See I’m your master. You should just accept it. You are nothing now, but here to serve me. However if you wish divine power “I can let you at Wagner again. Hes strapped up waiting for you to do whatever. “

Mariel didn’t seem to know how to act like that. Caught between the two sides of his fractured mind, he couldn’t decide how to respond. “I can’t save him,” he said quietly, the hand returning to clutch at Azazel’s jacket. “We should release him. His existence is a suffering of its own. Why is he here?”

Azazel shook his head “He’s here cause this is hell and we are his punishers. You need to punish him, its your job.” Twisting again.

Well that certainly made him shudder. “I’m….I shouldn’t be here then, I-I’ve done nothing…wrong…” Only he had, hadn’t he? Several things, in fact. Looking up at Azazel, he met those strange caprine eyes with his own solid blue ones. “It’s my job,” he breathed. “My job,” he repeated, nodding. “I-I need to do my job,” he breathed, never breaking eye contact with the demon. “Take me to my job, Master.”

Azazel grinned and would lead mariel by his braid to where he had Wagner.

Mariel followed along, the fingers of one hand still clutching at his coat.