Thread: k i s s i n g angels goodbye. [ dou x fate ]

If it wasn't evident before, she could almost feel the distaste this woman held for her, the innocent one felt no sign of a saviour coming to find her, or anyone else for that matter. Her time spent as an angel seemed so short lived, knowing full well she would not be released on good, whimpering behavior. Her time spent in Heaven had been blissful, enjoying working under an angel as powerful as Azrael. It had frightened her at first, not understanding the role Azrael played beneath God, but upon watching the woman fight a set of demons that had tried their damndest to cross into their boundary, Samaire knew she was priviledged. She knew not many others had the chance to work for the beautiful angel, there were certain things she couldn't help but wonder. How do they not resist the temptation, Azrael? She remembered asking the older angel, receiving a soft smirk from such a bold question. That was what Samaire had always been good for, entertainment within conversation. Well, they think of whether or not it's love, and realize soon that if it isn't, they get sent straight into Lucifer's cradle. Well. That was a very honest answer, and it made sense to her. Matters of the flesh were not something these holy creatures worried about, clear that despite Azrael's awe drawing frame, the sin of lust was left as nothing but a mere inkling of thought in the elder's head. However, this young one was still just that Young. Potentially easier to be broken, but still swift and intelligent, able to hold information and deliver it quickly, there was faith in her that the secrets she was given would be kept within her. A faint shiver crossing her skin when the Fallen spoke of the pain she would soon be receiving, the thought of Azrael seemed to dance upon both of their minds. Clearly, not for the same reasons. Samaire's eyes wincing softly at being called weak, it only seemed to make her all the more pleased to do what she wanted with her, pleased to call her a subject, just short of feeling like a toy. Little did she know, that was what she soon would become. Soon her face was captured within the cold, pale hand of the snake tongued woman, dark eyes glistening with a mixture of tears and fear, before soon they grew wide. The pain seared through her, surging through her blood and seeming to do more than just tickle her skin. It- It burned! Her wings shook behind her, full lips parted and left agape without breaths that made a sound, the life seeming to leave her eyes. Her hands slid out from around her, no longer holding onto herself as her body felt loose, though heavy by the burden of being changed, light by the freedom of no longer being a servant of God. Apparently, her pretty lips being parted was an invitation to Cassiel, or rather just an easier way to fill her mouth with her tongue, inhaling sharply just as the woman took control and began to fill her mind with something so much more than a kiss. Again, there was that burning sensation, but her face did not jerk away, something warm arising within her that certainly wasn't a heavenly warmth. No, it began between her thighs, almost like an electricity surging through her skin, and as it seemed, every thought she had tried to hold onto floated from her body and was sucked into Cassiel's mouth. Her senses were beginning to click back into her again, fingers gently moving against the floor of the bare room, her eyes falling to a half lidded state now. It seemed that her lips tingled all the more against Cassiel's, Samaire's tongue carefully grazing over the elder Fallen, there was another noise that emerged from her mouth. It wasn't a whimper, more of a sound of longing. A sound of unreleased passion building up in her. The flying horse's wings soared through the air, as it seemed, they were drawing further from the light, and things seemed to grow darker. And it was true, things were growing darker the closer they got to the edge, the closer they got into the grasp of the Fallen the colder the air grew. The sun seemed to be swallowed by the smog of dark clouds, the white of their wings standing out broadly against these colors, red and black swirling through the sky with the wind causing her hair to shift away from her back just slightly. There was a sharp pang in her head though, something that caused her to frown gently, We need to hurry. Although something in her knew it was far too late.