A touch with Death and pleasure

Voltaire comes out of the shadow looking at mariel. Noting his wings “my oh my you break fast.” He told him. Hands behind himself as he moved about the cell. The celestials head snapped up as his eyes narrowed. “Auditor,” he said quietly, his voice showing little inflection. The comment made him throw his brow. “These savages have not even begun to comprehend what it would take to break me. And how long have you been lingering there?” Voltaire walked up to Mariel leaning in “long enough…atleast to hear you talk to yourself or did you get through to home?” … Continue reading A touch with Death and pleasure

Sweet Angel

“Should I mess with his toy while he’s occupied in our “meeting”?” Gears asked Virus. Noting just how vulnerable Mariel looked. Virus stops and grins “yes. .” He told gears. Walking with pep in his step. Gears smirked at his approval, moving to follow as he continued walking once more. Gears looped the camera in Mariel’s cell, careful to be sure no one saw what he was up to. The light in the cell would flicker for a moment before a rain of minuscule silvery nanites began to pour from the light fixture, swarming Mariel. The celestial remain still at … Continue reading Sweet Angel

The Arrival

Azazel kept stimulating in a slow manner “what sweet sounds you make. Im only using fingers…oh I wonder the sounds you will make when I let you feel me completely in you.” He said against mariel skin. Voltaire blink some as he sat back after the angel came and looked up “virgins..” he said flatly. Stood up and used mariel jacket to clean his face. Azazel would thrust a few more times before stopping and then leans down to pull up the angels pants. Purring “such a perfect pet.” into the angels ear as Voltaire turned to push the button … Continue reading The Arrival

A Voice in the Dark

The messenger in the cell was thinking about time a lot recently. Time, how it oozed by, and how ridiculously slow it could seem when you were counting it tick by between sessions of torture and agony. For whatever reason, the demon – Azazel, its name was – had given him a spot of honor in a filthy cell. The long elevator ride down to the depts of this laboratory had been tenacious enough, trapped between the demon’s disdain and the mocking threats of the Auditor Voltaire. All around him he could experience the pain of others in new and … Continue reading A Voice in the Dark