Thread: The Last of Her Kind { CarnalChaos & Rapedoll }

It was well past noon when the demon finally woke. The previous nights festivities had been even rowdier then the first two of the three day wedding celebration. His older brother had wed the first daughter of a high ranking warlock and it was his duty to attend even though he hated the pomp and ceremonies of the duty-sworn. He was glad for the first time that he had been 2nd born and therefore was free from and real any duty unless his brother died. He rose and washed himself and packed the few things he had brought into a small sack before going to the main hall to make his farewells. His brother protested and bid him to stay another night, but the demon refused. He told his brother that he wanted to stop in Thistlerock to visit the slavers in search of new captives before heading home. He hugged his brother and bid him a happy marriage blessed with many sons and then kissed his lady wifes hand before departing. The demon traveled a good part of the afternoon before the town appeared on the horizon. It was more of a small city then a town the demon saw upon approach. He had never been here but had heard thet the slavers there had often caught angels and they were for sale to the very few elite customers who could afford them. The demon already had many angels in his collection, the common male angel that did most of the grunt work for their lord, yet his greed made it so he couldnt turn away from adding another to the collection. The demon often held festivals and parties for his demon army and the main entertainment was the torture and slaughter of the male angels in as many different ways as an evil mind could imagine. The demon entered the town and made his way up the main street past many stone-built shops until he came to an inn called The Dancing Witch. He entered and took a table in a corner and surveyed the patrons there. Soon the serving maid came to take his order and he asked for cup of hard ale and told her that he was looking for the slavers market. He tossed her a gold coin and she rushed off to get his drink. When she returned she laid a napkin on the table and set the ale on top of it and turned away without meeting his eyes to tend to another table. The demon sipped the ale a few times before lifting the napkin to turn its over. On the back an address and a name was scrawled. He finished his ale and stuffed the napkin into his belt and left. It was just past dark when the demon finally found the slavers market. It was nothing more then a small shack with a door between two wooden buildings. He knocked lightly on the door and a voice instantly answered. The demon proclaimed his name and the guard instantly unlatched the door and the demon slipped in. The guard locked the door behind him and lead him down a flight of steep steps carved into the earth. They entered a small chamber and an old man dressed in long robes shuffled over to him and bowed deeply. He then told the demon they offer three 'classes' of slaves...common, royal, and elite. The demon raised a brow at the old man and he turned to escort the demon to the elite door and opened it for him. The demon entered and was greeted by a man in satin robes and adorned with many gold chains around his neck. The man bowed and the demon asked to see the finest of his captives. The man led him to another chamber lined with many cages. The room was immense but seemed crowed, the cages went on and on, line upon line, row upon row, a score of one thousand the slaver told him, and all filled with male angels. Some of them shook at the bars and others screamed, some were deep in prayer while others spat words of punishment and vengeance. The demon walked slowly between the rows of cages sizing them up and imagining how hard each would scream and beg when his army had them. He then made his way back to the slaver and said, 'Ill take them all.' The demon turned to go but the slaver caught his wrist and when the demon turned back toward him he instantly released it and fell to his knees. The slaver begged his pardon and told the demon that he was in possession of a rare gem, one in which the demon might be interested in. 'Speak', the demon commanded and the slaver rose and told him that he was in possession of a very special creature. The demon reached into his belt and pulled out three gold coins and placed them into the slavers palm, 'Show me.' he commanded. The slaver led the demon into another chamber where they entered another long hall and then down many steps into another chamber. At the other end was a set of doors made of foot thick steel that were guarded on either side by warlocks and sorcerers experienced in every sort of magic. The slaver led the demon to the doors and unlocked them. He followed the slaver into the next room and the doors were pulled shut behind them and locked from the outside. The slaver walked to the center of the room where there stood some kind of structure covered with a black sheet. The demon stayed back in the shadows as the slaver grasped a corner of the sheet and pulled it away from what it covered, and when the demon saw what had been hidden beneath, his eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped leaving him speechless. The cage was made of gold as were the cuffs and chains. Her arms were pulled taught over her head lifting her body and her legs splayed wide and chained to keep them that way. Her hair was the color of pale cream and the sheer cloth that was draped over her body left little to the imagination, and behind her two white wings were folded close to her body. The demon remembered when he was a boy and his father would tell him the stories told him in his childhood. The old sorcerers tales of a time when female angels still existed. He would tell of their taking and of how they were used in experiments to breed them with demons or of the ancient King of Hades who was rumored to have kept a female angel as his bed warmer, but was infact in love with her. But that was centuries ago and the last female angel had vanished not long after. 'What sort of trickery is this?', the demon demanded. The slaver fell to his knees and told the demon that is was no trick, that this was an authentic and true born angel from the Kingdom of God. The demon wanted to know how the slaver had come to possess her and listened as he told the story of her capture. Two warlocks who worked for the slavers market heard of a great treasure that was reroute to the castle of Light to be given to the young prince there. What the treasure was the warlocks did not know, only that it was of rarity and value. They had laid in wait for many days before the huge caravan carrying the treasure finally came into view. When it was almost upon them, they rose up and cast spells and weaved magic and called down great bolts of lightening to scatter and slay the thousands of armed guards protecting the treasure. It wasnt until the warlocks had the gilded tomb back behind the slavers walls that they opened it and saw what lay within. The slaver told the demon that although he saw her chained before him, that it was the many spells and magical weavings that actually held her. He told of her great strength and that she would not be an easy captive to keep. The demon had no care of what was required, he only knew that he had to have her. Name your price slaver, the demon told him, and the slaver named a price 10 times more then the cost of the whole one thousand male angels put together, payable in gold and up front. The demon agreed without hesitation and reached into his sack and pulled out a heavy bag of gold coins and tossed it to the slaver. 'There is your price and then some. I want her delivered to my lair within two days, untouched and unharmed', the demon commanded. The slaver slipped the gold into his robes and bowed to the demon before going to the cage. The angel hung there lifelessly, her head bowed low and her eyes closed, her body motionless. 'You have a new Master sweetling', the slaver told the angel. The angel opened her eyes to regard the slaver and replied, 'It doesnt matter, nothing could be worse then it is now.' The slaver chuckled and called the demon forth. As Chaos stepped from the shadows the angel lifted her head and when she saw him a look of both horror and disbelief over took her face. She began to pull at the chains violently, thrusting her body as her wings flapped in every direction in an attempt to escape. The cage shook and wobbled under her strength but the chains didnt break and when she realized that there was no way out, she threw her head back and let out the most ear piercing scream the demon had ever heard. The demon smiled and stepped close to her cage to gaze upon her face. Her features were soft and delicate and she was the most beautiful creature the demon had ever seen in his life. When he reached through the bars to touch her, she shrank back from him but the chains allowed her only so much give and when his fingertips grazed the smooth skin of her stomach she let out another blood curdling scream. 'It is good you have such a strong set of lungs sweetling', the demon told her, 'For your screams shall be the music that fills my halls both night and day for the rest of eternity.' He then pulled his hand from the cage and walked through the door held open by the slaver who then closed and barred it behind them, her screams could still be heard when they began the assent back up to the town. The demon made the final delivery arrangements for the one thousand male angels and the one very precious female, thanked the slaver and crossed the road and walked back to the inn. He had two cups of strong ale, paid the inn keep and left. He was anxious to get home to make the preparations for his precious delivery and everything had to be just perfect.