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

Cassiel watched, watched and listened. The powerful demon could practically feel her captive's heartbeat. She could feel the terror, the fear, the sheer horror at being in this situation. The poor thing had been in the cell for days, Cassiel leaving Samaire to whatever her mind could conjure. For was not the mind far worse than any reality? Of course, Cassiel fully anticipated defying all expectations for this poor innocent flower. Had the demoness any remaining conscience, she might feel the slightest pang of guilt, knowing what she was going to do to this poor, shivering girl. Azreal. the name still sent a shiver down Cassiel's spine. She remembered, oh, how she remembered her old comrade in arms. The demoness closed her eyes and summoned forth the mental image of the beautiful, powerful angel. It was all too easy to conjure forth that vision of loveliness. Barely had Cassiel fell when she felt such sensations toward her companion. That memory caused the demoness's heart to quicken, her breasts to grow tight, her sex to heat ever so slightly. And that vivid imagination painted a new picture, a picture that the demoness knew lay just a short time in the future. Cassiel licked her lips, savoring the mental image, recalling all the work and sacrifice. But the pathetic creature whimpered, dispelling the illusion. Cassiel sighed, opening those green-gold eyes and leveling them on the quivering mass in her cell. Disappointment radiated from the demoness. Pathetic, a waste of angelic flesh and power. If this wretch were not necessary for what Cassiel had in plan, the demon would rip her wings off a feather at a time. But no, no, Cassiel supposed the fate that lay in store for Samaire was arguably worse. You really are disappointing, said Cassiel. She clicked her tongue against her teeth and waved a hand. The entrance of the cell rippled, wavered, and vanished, leaving the demon access to enter. Cassiel summoned forth her aura, pouring her dark powers into her presence. Even as an angel, she had commanded respect and pause from lessors such as Samaire. Now, as a demon, that aura had only altered slightly. When I was among your august ranks, we angels had some respect. We weren't sniveling cowards who whimpered for our masters to come save us. We didn't plead for our captors to spare us pain, to spare our feelings. Let me tell you something, dear Samaire, there will be pain. You will feel your pure soul twist and contort beneath my touches. But there will be a physical pain as well, though not, perhaps, what you expect, Cassiel paused, sighing. She stood over her captor, running an appraising look over the being. We need to begin by taking some preliminary measurements. You're a subject for me, you see. I'm honestly not sure why I'm bothering to explain it you're probably just whimpering, Cassiel waved a hand and came to stand directly before her captive. She bent low, cupping that pretty face in a hand. Those green-gold eyes would stare into the angel's, pouring forth that aura into the poor thing. Samaire would feel the sickening corruption of the Fallen, feel the tug against her very soul, and could likely picture it. Without any further warning, Cassiel seized her captive's lips in her own. To call it a kiss would not be wholly accurate. The demon's harsh lips took hold of Samaire's with little want to the angel's initial desires. Cassiel's lips were hot, hot, wet and demanding. They took attention from the captive angel, pressing hard, hard enough perhaps to bruise. The fork tongue would slide in, drawing forth corruption from within the angel's recesses. It would find the angel's own tongue and play about with it. The lip lock would continue as long as Cassiel could hold, and she fully intended that to be quite some time.