The Job Of an Angel

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, … Continue reading The Job Of an Angel

Enter the Dream Eater

“Well well well,” a soft voice called. “Aren’t you two jusst a couple of sscheming little impss.” The tone was jovial and friendly despite the hissing purr that rasped under it. It seemed to be coming from a corner of the room that was darker than the rest; Kal had never left, after all. Virus listen to Gears as he spoke “yes…maybe after we can finally beat 24….maybe then we be enough….we be seen.” He told him. Then looks hearing the voice “why do you hide?” He ask and turns ” do you work for smiley? The demon?” It was … Continue reading Enter the Dream Eater

Continued punishment

Azazel walk through the halls as he comes to the surgical bay. Walking on “one day….. .one day I will have you fixed…or have you dead.” He told him. “Not to worry worm. Soon I will fix all your mistakes and I will have bloody. ” he cackled. He then goes to grab Wagner throat and pick him up. Slams him into the table “so Wagner….care to explain the eye to me?” He grinned as he went to strap him in, couldn’t have him squirming. Between the ache of being dragged by his hair and the persistent burning on on … Continue reading Continued punishment

Further corrupted

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 … Continue reading Further corrupted