<strong>The Queen with La’cael’rah</strong><br/><br/>Amidst the multitude of mirrors reflecting her pearly dark features, Lilith felt strangely morose, now that she was once more alone. It was not solitude which stirred such foregin emotions of gloom, but the realization that she was slowly and firmly heading towards a vicious spiral of downfall. It was an unexpected sensation – though not new in the least.<br/><br/><em>How much further can the fallen dive?</em>A wild thought passed her ancient mind, tempting her to reconsider the options. Will everything really work out the way she had seen it often in her mind’s eye? Cursed be this title that kept her locked in Hell. Just as Lucifer was unable to reach her realm without a proper vessel, Lilith was stuck in the Second Layer, unable to visit other worlds, for as long as she’ll carry the title of Queen. She had seen far too many grotesque diplays of sin in the other layers to even think about wandering around Hell again. Secretly she yearned for the sun and for the greenery that filled the Earth with light and life. Nothing remotely similar grew around her castle, nothing but a lifeless replica filled with poison and decay. Hell was much of a curse to the demons as it was to the sinners that passed its gates, but even those former sacks of meat and bones had a chance to escape once they understood and applied wholly the concept of repentance. For one as her, hope was not allowed.<br/><br/>There was a time when the Queen herself bore as much hate against the humankind as her wretched soul allowed it. With the passing of the centuries, her duty as Queen became nothing more than what it already was: a burden filled with vile acts and immoral self-indulgence.  She had power over legions and legions of demons, but none could free her, not even for a moment. She tempted many throughout the years and changed the course of humankind so many times, “helping” it to wallow in its undeveloped, ignorant state - nothing brought her satisfaction. All her efforts, all her actions had been in vain – what an ironic and bitter conclusion, considering that vain itself had always been Lucifer’s favorite weapon of choice.  What made her think that this time her foolish scheme will work? Perhaps she had more in common with the humankind than she knew. Perhaps<em>hope</em>was more than an illusion meant for sinners and  weak-minded fools.<br/><br/>The sound of La’cael’rah’s heartbeat caught the Queen’s attention. She did not expect his sudden return.<em> Is there anyone in my realm capable of carrying out the simplest of orders?</em>she asked herself without anger. It was her fault really, she had been too lenient for such a long time.  The slight frown on her forehead vanished upon seeing  that the once wrecked bedroom was being restored to its former glory – with a hint of sparkling dust shimmering in the air.<br/><br/>The imps she had summoned for just after sending the Fae to Relena barged in through the still open door with tools and cleaning equipment.  There were about five or six of them, some on top of eachother, bickering. They were making a whole lot of noise for such small and skinny creatures.  Some took a gander at the Fae’s restless toil and how fast everything returned to normal. The crushed pieces of wood from her bed glued themselves together, the torn curtains were once again whole. Even the chipped marble statue of Eros was fully restored through magic, as well as the ancient tapestry covering the walls. It was an impressive display of common magic even for the Queen.<br/><br/>She allowed herself to laugh wholeheartedly and soon the dark goddess found herself closing the Mirror Room, ordering the imps to leave her chamber and laying blissfully in her own bed. Demons had no need for sleep, no more than a rock has need for speaking. To the Queen however, sleep was yet another way of restoring energy, something she used to keep her angelic façade and the many other shapes and forms she took depending on her mood. It was a meaningful action she often indulged in when alone.  And she always slept alone. Until now.<br/><br/>“You may rest beside me…” she said as her eyes were closing slowly “you’ll need all of your strength soon enough.”<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/AngelofJustice.jpg)</div><br/><em> There was once again music in the air. Heavenly, seraphic sounds she used to know. A tune she once sang herself, familiar and soothing. <br/><br/>“Glory, glory, glory”   <br/><br/>It filled her ears and her mind, pulsating through every fiber of her being, harmonizing her every cell like harp strings tuning to one another.  A multitude of faces and white wings were revealed beyond the dense, milky mist and the voices turned louder. A different tune and different voices reached her ears from somewhere beneath. They lacked the subtle harmony the first ones brought into her being, yet the music was loud enough to reach even there. <br/><br/>“God is working His purpose out as year succeeds to year.  <br/>God is working His purpose out, and the time is drawing near.“ <br/> <br/>She saw humans chanting from below, gathered in a circle as a reflection of the circle made by angels before her eyes.  The voices, dissonant at first, tuned in to one another, mixing harmoniously as they grew louder. <br/><br/> “Glory, glory, glory”   <br/><br/>Lilith remembered the song and parted her lips to join in. It felt natural to do so. Instead of pleasant hymns,  a scream filled with anguish and despair left her mouth. It remained unheard and - just as before – no one turned to see her.  <br/><br/>The image changed soon afterwards as the white mist became denser, engulfing everything before her eyes.  Silence. And then a voice called to her, deeper than anything she heard before.<br/><br/>“Lilitu, what have you done?”  The words came tumbling down like heavy rocks, avalanching towards her with unexpected force. She had seen the image of an angel armor-clad from head to toe, holding a sword she knew all too well. His features were hidden behind a helmet as he seemed to gaze right at her. <br/><br/>“The end is near, I’m coming for your kind” he said and this was a different voice, less powerful. Lilith fell, dragged by gravity in a whirlpool of darkness and pain. </em><br/><br/>She woke up screaming with the image of a certain event taking place not so far away.  “Suzafan, no!”<br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Suzafan enjoying Tahariel</strong><br/><br/>“I see that I got yours too…” she replied seemingly satisfied with what she found beneath the cloth. Everything he was called to her like an unspoken promise of heavenly delights. His full lips, the soft and pale skin covering his harmoniously built frame, his kind eyes, the everlasting light surrounding him. The demoness found herself drawn to him in a whole new different way. Desire seemed irrelevant, yet present. The calling of the flesh – sizzling and demanding – became nothing more than a memory imprinted on her skin. The tactile sensation Suzafan knew so well changed in a second, turning into something so much more than what she was accustomed to. It felt as if a multitude of sensations – each having tremendous intensity – came together, balanced into one glorious feeling that took over her fingers and lips, then slowly crept on the rest of her skin. Tahariel didn’t felt human from the start, it was only obvious considering his almost ethereal body,although some similarities were present. The more she aroused – or tried to arouse – him, the more Suzafan’s perception started to change.<br/><br/>Eager to test the extent of this new found perception, she covered him with kisses and licks, holding his hands in a tight grip above his head.<br/><br/>“You taste so good.”<br/><br/>Once again she stuck out her tongue in a simple licking gesture, letting him know of her burning desire to have him inside her warm, wanton mouth. What she did instead, was to grab hold of him and that’s when she felt it throb and quiver in her hand. Suzafan’s lips curled with satisfaction as her hand started to move along his member, stroking with mild intentisty. Her other hand kept his own pinned together against the wall behind him.  Short and playful licks covered his neck and chest as she bend her knees, going down. With the sharp edge of her tail, the succubus cut his cloth, leaving Tahariel fully exposed to her glistening eyes. Full lips came to press against his tip and then she began to lick up his shaft in small strokes.<br/><br/>At that point in time, Suzafan did not care if her actions could damn the angel before her to eternity in Hell. She wasn’t even sure Tahariel knew what it actually meant seeing as he gave himself freely to her lust and why should she care? Everything he was beckoned her to go on..and he tasted so good.<br/>