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Thread: Heavenly Torture

Michael had operated as one of the frontline shocktroops during the duration of the conflict, neutralizing and annihiliating key targets amongst the demonic hordes his was the glory and might of Heaven, and he pursued his duties with a determination and zeal fueled all the further by his hatred for the Enemy. Bastard progeny of Lucifer, little better than beasts themselves, he had little mercy for their kind, and indeed would like nothing more than to wipe the lot of them from the Under Realm. Of course, by the word of God, the demons were to be permitted to remain in their little realm... meaning he had to make due with the few foolish enough to leave it. So when he appeared before Sanaki, the air itself seeming to tremble with his arrival, he was more than ready for the succubus he wore no armor, for he needed none, clad only in a close-cut white tunic and trousers. His hair, blonde and cropped close to his head, seemed to contrast against his brilliantly blue eyes his features were almost sharp, all thin jaw and high cheekbones, lending him an aristocratic air that only accentuated his quiet power. Abomination, he pronounced, a single finger pointing in her direction, every bit the proud, unstoppable force. Your service to your Dark Lord draws to an end. Surrender yourself to God's will, and perhaps you shall be spared from his wrath.
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Sanaki did not even flinch at his appearance. Her expression was that of a bored women. Only when he spoke did she lazily turn her head to the side to get a good look at him. Her mouth curled up into a smile as her eyes went up and down from head to toe. Oh, I'm so honored that you decided to come to me personally. She whispered, her tongue slithering out of her mouth and rubbing against her full lips. She could tell that this was a very powerful angel, because the atmosphere changed. She let down her own walls, and her aura quickly spread and collided with his. It was hot and humid. She lifted her hand up and then all of that aura was quickly drawn into the power of her hand. You look so tasty...I can't wait to corrupt you...all that power...that wave length... She squeezed the powerful ball of power and it solidified into a one handed sword. The blade was as black as the sky above her, and random sparks of energy crackled around it. She literally began salivating as she began to advanced, the smirk on her fist turning into a full blown ear to ear grin. There was a look of insanity in her eyes as she began to laugh uncontrollably. I'm sure you'll entertain me, won't you? I promise to return the favor! Suddenly she vanished and appeared right before him, attempting to cut him in half vertically.
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Had the opponent been an angel, perhaps even another archangel, there is little doubt she would have landed a grievous blow but Michael had lived a long existence indeed, and his power was bolstered by the Might of God himself. Even as her weapon came crashing down, his hand came up, fingers wrapping around her wrist... and stopping the slice dead, less than an inch from his forehead. You are but a foolish whelp to a foolish Master, Michael replied, his own tone a mixture of forced boredom and simmering rage his eyes glittered as his power was fed, deliberately and forcefully, into the sword she clutched in her grip. The weapon in question was beginning to smoke and rattle, the introduction of Divine Power interfering and disrupting the summoned sword's cohesion. Lucifer has long sought to regain his place amongst the Host, and yet to this very day refuses to shed the quality that cast him out his own pride. You are no less afflicted, though I sense you are by far more drawn to the dark reaches of Lust. We share a quality, you and I, for I too have within me the capacity for sin. His lip began to curl, revealing unusually sharp pearly whites, even as her black sword began to smoke and steam, his grip unyielding. I am Wrath. Feel my Lord's Will, and be undone! Only then did his hand release her wrist, but the other was already drawing back into a tight fist... a fist that actually seemed to swell in size, growing twice as large as he focused his Power into it. With a roar, he swung at the laughing demoness' face, the blow heralded by a sudden flash of blinding light.
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When he stopped her weapon just before it hit its target, she grinned. If he had gotten sliced, he wouldn't have been worth her time. However, when she was about to withdraw, she felt his arm wrap around her waist, keeping him from escape. She began pulling at her sword, her expression not full of anger, but frustration. Frustration that she could not move, and was stuck in his grip. Listening to his words, she continued to struggle until his aura began to seep into her weapon and disrupt the unholy wave length of lust and the weapon simply dispersed before she let it channel to her body. Still, even when he released her wrist his energy had almost a numbing effect. She could not do anything to prevent being hit by the angels gigantic blow. Her body was launched into several abandoned buildings before she could get her footing to try to slow herself down. Finally she managed to grab a hold of the ground and skidded to a halt. When she came to her sense she realized that her neck was broken, and her head was in a particularly unhealthy angle. She placed both hands on her cheek and the cracked it back into place. She screamed in pain and doubled over, continuing to hold her head in both hands before looking at the ground. She saw drops of blood dripping steadily onto the ground coming from the corner of her mouth. She then began giggling again, and then straightened herself up. She smiled once more at the Arch Angel. Your so strong... She said, lifting her hand up slowly as her nails formed into poison dripped talons. You're really, really strong! Her eyes began to shift in all directions. I'm not sure how I can deal with you..you're more powerful than any angel or human I faced...I must have you..I must. Finally, she looked directly at him again and began shuffling from side to side. The lust she felt for this Angel was beginning to take over her mind. Her vision was blurry still from the hit she just took. Why are there four of you? The disoriented succubus asked as she stumbled about. She seemed as if she was already defeated, but she was at her most powerful when consumed with lust this way. She would not stop until she cornered her prey.
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Michael didn't seem to follow her, per say, simply eliminating the distance between himself and his prey in a sudden transition he reappeared about twenty feet away from the stunned succubus, lips curved in a smile surprisingly wicked for one of his creed. He knew well what afflicted her, and knew too that he could take advantage of this opportunity though much more powerful, demons born of Lust were typically a great deal more single-minded when their own sin overcame them, often forgetting caution and strategy in the face of a simple charge. So he stoked her inner flames, head tilting as he began to speak softly, in a voice nearly as tempting as her own. I want you, demoness, he cooed, voice no less commanding as he took a few steps towards her behind his back, however, his fingers clenched, a faint radiance developing in his palm. Surely you drip and writhe at the thought of being consumed in my fire, and of consuming me in yours... imagine the decades that might pass while he rut as animals, taking each other time and time again until we've not the strength for anything but our own screams. The radiance was solidifying, forming first a construct about a foot long... and then brancing out about halfway down the length, protrusions extending until it formed a crucifix. Feel my fire call to you, Temptress, come to me so we might join for the rest of eternity! With that siren's call, his free hand extended, beckoning, offering... even as the other, hidden one waited to smite her down. He knew that the key to striking her down was a single strike of overwhelming force the longer the fight went, the greater the risk she would slip away and escape. So even as he goaded her, tempted her and drew her in, he was calling upon his inner Might, channeling it into the crucifix even as he kept it hidden from her view. When she tried to charge him, he would wait until the very last moment, and then present the cross, slam it into her dark body with all the force and majesty he commanded in many ways the crucifix was a point of focus, a means to better harness his power. Released into a demon, well... not even the flames of Hell would compare to the agony.
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Hearing his words, her body jolted in response. Her movements and laughing seized all of a sudden, and her head was tilted to the ground. You...want me do you? His provocations did not work in the way that he expected it to. You're strong though...you're holy. You aren't supposed to want me until I corrupt you! She shouted, now all of a sudden angered. She was disoriented no more, but insanity still kept her mind restrained. Predators are supposed to want their prey! Not the other way around! Its not right, you knoooooooooow? She asked and then began walking in circles. I don't want you to enjoy it...I'm going to torture you until you beg me to kill you..and then I will bring you a gift that no man has ever known and lived to tell about it. The grin was now plastered on her face as she turned to face him. This time she did not bother to advanced slowly. She had already broke out into a run straight for him. I'm going to make you regret ever giving into your lusts before I had a chance to corrupt you! As soon as she got within striking distance of him, she quickly moved around him, unexpectedly. Her instincts told her to. What you got back here? She demanded as she quickly made her way behind him.
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Just as she began to spin, his arm was swinging out, swinging the crucifix in a wide arc he knew that she was expecting some form of trick, and so he did not waste his power attempting to smite her with it now, instead choosing to release its physical form at the last moment. As the crucifix disintegrated with a blinding flash of light, drawn back into his corporeal being, his hands snaked out to catch her corrupted flesh, the very contact causing his stomach to writhe with displeasure... he held fast, however, drawing her close to his shimmering body and trapping her in a crushing embrace. You have it the other way around, he murmured, eyes meeting hers squarely as he gripped her by the throat with one hand, eyes glimmering a bright silver. You believe that you will defeat me. That is untrue. You believe you will corrupt me. That is untrue. And as for torture... you are entirely mistaken there. You are a creature of darkness, something unfit to exist in any realm where Good hopes to thrive. You have flaunted the Laws of Heaven, and for that your punishment will be extensive. He gave her a sharp tug, closing the gap, and looked her square in the eye Your kind sicken me... look into my eyes, Temptress, and be afraid, for while you are under my grasp, I will put you through trials that will strip what little strength you have stolen from Man. There is none mightier than God... but there are those for whom you have more cause to fear... It was then he drew her in for a hard, almost greedy kiss, tongue slipping into her mouth... normally the exact thing a demon of Lust would hope for. But unlike her normal liasions, his touch burned as surely as fire or holy water, the tongue inside her seeming to trace a line of flames across the walls of her cheeks, and roof of her mouth, his own Wrath flooding into her body as he crushed her to him.
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Sanaki noticed something gathering in his hand but it disappeared suddenly, leaving her confused. Once again, the Angel gripped her, but the time she was more intent on getting away. She made strange moaning noises as she struggled in his embrace, barely listening to what he was saying. She knew as soon as he pressed her against his body she was too far gone. She loved being close to this man, and his words became transparent as her lust began to take over her body and her nipples became hard. Her hips became gyrating and as soon as he pulled her in for a kiss she gladly received. Nothing could turn her off more than the acidic saliva that was being forced into her mouth by the angels tongue. She screamed and then pulled her head back. She was almost thinking clearly now, and was able to come up with a retort. Blah blah blah, do your kind ever shut up? All you talk about is a perfect and heavenly God, and yet he made us unholy and foul demons! Sure, you could blame our existence on Lucifer, but God created him too! He gave them the ability to spawn off impure and ungodly creatures! He banished Lucifer for committing a sin. Well who decided what was sin anyway?! God is a cruel bastard! If he was so all powerful, he would have killed us all off a long time ago! Instead he lets us escape from the Underworld and wreak havoc, something that is in our nature to do! God is a joke! She shouted, her words a little distorted from the injuries to her mouth. Our Lord only wishes to have his revenge...He was cast aside by God but he would never cast aside any of his loyal subjects just for some stupid mistake!
Thread: Perfume & Iron - Nihil & Retro

It was the sixth year into the reign of Prince Emir Motavakel, honour unto his name for all the years of his life and beyond, and already he had brought to his people, the Devleti, many great victories and had gained for them a most exotic and rare gift. A rare gift that stood before the aging Master of Spies and Vizier, Timur. To him was the task of inspection, to see that no thorns were hidden in the petals of feminine beauty. His eyes narrowed as he sat, deep blue eyes of darkest shade drove like spikes into her. Lips pursed and he chewed upon them as flaw upon raging flaw flared up in his mind, only to be shattered and thrown down as he came back to the whole of the picture before him. With a slow drawn breath he let out a sigh of exasperation. Welcome to Alamut, I trust your journey here has not been too strenuous.
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It had been a long journey or, rather, felt like a long journey to one who had never even been allowed outside of the walls of her guarded city. Every inch of her was sore from travel and she was agitated beyond belief. They came like a thick wave of locust, destroying everything they touched. She had been forced into a cart herself, bound at her ankles and wrists, and taken away like cattle. She stood before the man rather disheveled in appearance. Her normally silky blue black hair was a storm of wild locks. Pale green eyes, normally wide and almond shaped, were fixed upon him in vicious slits. Her light caramel skin was now covered in scrapes and bruising from the fight she put up. Tianna was a woman of power and was not one to go down easily, it seemed. Full lips pursed at the question. As you see, she replied. Her voice had a roll at the edges and showed clearly that this language was not her first but she was rather fluent, I have had quite the lovely journey. Your men are the kindness in the continent. Clearly she was being sarcastic.
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Rising from a dark wood chair of simple design Timur rose to his full height. He was not a man of impressive stature but he was sturdily built with an iron in his bones and a weariness of the world pressed upon his ever feature. In his eyes and in his step though was a cunning and subtle flow of a predator on the hunt. Wearing little more then a tunic and turban his only adornment was a finely wrought length of chain, a chain to bind, a chain to command, a chain to destroy. She was battered and bruised and still full of the vinegar, the journey had not dampened her spirits. The lovely Tianna would be a fine challenge for the Prince Emir, and all of a sudden a game of sorts came into his mind. The Prince Emir was a great general but could he protect his own court? Quite, you have not been brought before me broken and set asunder, though turmoil would seize you at any moment the way you stand. Do you know why you stand here?
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Her vestment hung from her body loosely. They had not cared to treat it with kindness or regard it as the garb of a holy woman. Holes had ripped along the sides and where she had been laying down against the hard wooden floor of the carriage, it had been rubbed nearly translucent. Looking at her it was clear that she had been treated roughly, however, she fared much better than the other women of her order. The High Priestess had been killed and the other girls had all been beaten until the life was nearly gone from them. As innocent as she was to the ways of men it was clear what she was intended for. I am to be a pet of sorts. It is disgusting to treat a holy woman in such a way. An affront of the goddess of my land for we are hers and hers alone. Her bottom lip stiffened and she threw back her shoulders proudly.
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There is much to learn in submission. Flippantly and casually he tossed out his response as though it was something to be scattered to the winds without care or thought. With strides he carried his shape about her, inspecting her closer then what he could from his seat. Her flesh was not much concealed and bruises were dotting, clothes would need to be replaced and the body healed. Nodding his head he took a step backwards. But there is still more one can do you can give your life to many things, even when one is a slave. Moving back to his chair he resumed sitting and gave a short bark of a laugh. Her demeanor and pride struck him as a valuable tool not to be squandered, and something he could make use of. If only she were willing. Tell me of your Goddess?
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Perhaps for him there was something to submission but she had been taught that not even a king could usurp her divine prowess. She had, after all, been the High Priestess acolyte and when she finally passed into the great fields of the afterlife. Beneath his gaze she fidgeted slightly but her shoulders remained back and her head was still held high. She did not care for what she could do as a slave. For she had no intentions of ever being one. She would still fight him and whoever she was intended for until the day she died. When he laughed at her, she flinched. When anyone laughed at her before she was able to give them a quick smack about the ears and chastise them. Here all she could do was seethe. My Goddess is a Goddess of life. She revels in all things of the Earth for everything is her child. My Goddess is also a Goddess of the Divine Plains. Through her we are able to part the mists that cloud our mind and reach true enlightenment. She is a Goddess who enjoys watching her children and wants them to thrive and be happy. She lowered her voice some and glared at him. She is also a very vengeful sort of being to any who harm her own. I would hope that whatever gods you pray to are just as powerful as she because she will show no mercy.
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Mercy is for the weak, and gods and goddesses are petty and frail. Blasphemy his words but they would never carry beyond these walls and the captive was worthless as a witness. Leaning forward he narrowed his eyes, there was a core within her that could be tempered for what he had in mind but as she was she would break and not bend when tested. It would have to be a slow process. What if you could have your revenge, at your hand? His words were designed to put her off guard, to set her in an unusual position where she could lie and be truthful, to draw her out into a conspiracy that had been born this very evening. Timur, had always been loyal but age was slowly dragging him out of the game of thrones. All he had left was lies and deceit. Do you know why you stand before me, and me alone?
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The young woman tilted her head. Who was this man to offer her the chance at revenge? Was he really in the position to or was this a game to find out if she would attempt something against the Prince. Confusion and fear danced in her eyes. She did not trust it. The men in that land were barbaric to her their ways cruel and unusual. Even now she did not understand why she was brought to a man, alone, without a fresh change of garments and in such rough condition. A tongue came out to lick dry lips as she considered this all. I do not know why I would be brought alone to you.
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Her response was weak, filled with ignorance but her eyes had said enough and it made him smile. All that he had to do was cultivate that mind tell it was a weapon of some cunning. Are you really so simple? You, a priestess, captured by your enemies and brought to the home of the Prince Emir Motavakel to whom in your words you are to be made a pet, and you can't figure out why I would be here to great you? With a soft lick of his lips, he readied himself for an interesting conversation. Do you not know who I am?
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How could she know who he was? Even if she had been told, she had not paid any sort of attention to the words of those men. Most of what they had said was hateful and lewd. Consciously she had chosen not to listen. Though she garnered he must have been a man of some prowess within the kingdom. At first she thought he simply inspected the slaves but apparently there was more to him. Her lips pursed. I hardly care what position you hold. At first I thought you were merely a handler that checked goods coming in for any flaws or any taint but if it is something else I simply just do not care. She was tired. She was hungry. She had suffered greatly her people had been nearly annihilated. He expected her to play guessing games when all she wanted to do was rest up, heal, and plot her revenge. Then again he had offered her the chance at just that earlier.
Thread: Perfume & Iron - Nihil & Retro

I think you should. His words contained the faintest glimmer of glee and he smiled as though there was a most amusing joke to be shared if only she were bright enough to grasp it. Once more he was out of his seat, crossing the floor quickly he came right up to her and stared into her eyes. The slightest of distances separated them. Power begets power, and I can beget power to you. Just as quickly he moved backwards and preened a little. I am the Master of Spies, and you could become a most valuable asset.
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Her eyes widened a little bit as it finally dawned on her. Even in her half dazed mind she could see where he was angling at then. Long eyelashes fluttered as she turned her gaze from him. There was much to consider. Tianna considered all of this a moment. Finally her shoulders rolled forward in a sign of defeat. She was simply exhausted and knew that she could not verbally go toe to toe with anyone at that moment. I am listening, was her reply. Her voice was soft but her eyes had a severe edge to them. This was a rather precarious position she found herself in and she rather got the impression if she did not follow his schemes, she would find herself in much more trouble than if she did. The last thing she needed was more difficulties at that time.