A infernis placito (At Hell's Pleasure) - {Seychan + DonaGothika}
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				Title: <strong>A infernis placito (At Hell's Pleasure) - {Seychan + DonaGothika}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DonaGothika</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 19:13:49</strong>
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				<strong>“Atael!”</strong><br><br>Atael paused at the gates of Infernos! His human eyes couldn’t actually SEE the gate; but his angelic senses KNEW it was there, besides he had already had Gabriel describe to him (with a suspicious amount of glee) where to look. Besides this close to it, and every hair on Atael body practically stood on end from the malicious aura, encasing the gate like a bed quilt. Atael didn’t look back at the sound of his name he already knew who called and it was a waste of time.<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>“Atael.&nbsp; . .little one.&nbsp; . .you don’t . . . you don’t have to do this. . .”</strong><br><br>Atael’s jaw tightening slightly he hated when Angels called him “little one”, it always made him want to yell petulantly:<br><br><em> “I’m one thousand years old for Christ sakes!!” </em><br><br>But it would be pointless, because A) To an eternal being like the angels a thousand years was an eye blink! B) Showing any sort of humanistic emotion, made full-blooded angel look at him with pity (more so than they USUALLY did!)<br><br><strong>“Raphael, I take they didn’t exactly send you for me?”</strong>Atael asked quietly still facing the gate that repulsed him, and yet he could quite stop the teeny shiver of frightened pleasure from skimming up his spine.&nbsp; Raphael behind him drew a sharp shocked breath! Atael rolled his eyes at the sound, DAMNIT! Atael for the millionth time wished Angels did not share a common consciousness. Lucky, because his DNA was watered down from being half human, most Angels had to be right next to him in order to be privy to his. Very LUCKY for the Angels indeed . . . Most of them would probably go mad if they TRULY knew how he gleaned pleasure day in and day out. <br><br><strong>“Stay outta my head Raphael!”</strong><br><br><strong>“On your pardon, it was accidental, but tell me that your thoughts are only because the temptations of Hell are so great,” there was almost a pleading tone in Raphael’s voice.</strong><br><br>For a moment, Atael considered being cruel (being human had its upsides don’t you know), and saying Hell’s temptation had nothing to do with the eager pleasure currently heating his loins. But as fast as he considered it, he squashed the impulse. Raphael was compassion personified; he was one of the few Angels that spoke to Atael with the respect of a brother, and not the barely concealed distaste of an underlining. Raphael was the only one who would ask when Atael returned from Earth and showered in the waters of Zion, what the healing welts on his back were from or why his wrist were bruised. Even though Atael would never discuss those remnants of a busy night---Raphael never faltered in his respectful attitude.<br><br><strong>“It’s nothing Raphael. Unimportant. I just want to seek out Nyema’s soul and bring it back. She should not even have been sent to Hell!” </strong>Atael’s jaw snapped at the last part. He was still pissed with the guardians who claimed she had “slipped” pass heaven’s gateway. Atael still thought the Guardians were full of shit, but one did exactly call scions of the other side “liars”.<br><br><strong>“Why does it have to be you? Gabriel can go . . . he is the voice of God. He would intercede on Nyema’s behalf.” </strong>Raphael continued in a cajoling tone. <br><br>Atael smiled despite himself. Raphael might be eternal, but he behaved as though this was his FIRST time on this pony ride. Atael, as much as he often cursed and riled at his human soul, he often thought to be as naïve and unjaded as an Angel might be FAR worse!<br><br><strong>“Raphael, I appreciate your concern for my well being, you know as well as I do Satan does not answer to God calls. To even send Gabriel would only draw unwelcomed attention to Nyema’s soul. Right now she’s just another minion of hell---but if Gabriel were to go in wings ablaze and demand her back, well I don’t want to think about what might happen to her! Besides I am charged with watching over the decedents of my father’s line, no matter how misguided they may have once been.&nbsp; Besides I am human enough that at least for a while I will be undetectable.”</strong><br><br><strong>“And what will you do when Satan or Shahim get a whiff of you? It may have been a while since they have smelled one of us, but I doubt they’ve forgotten the scent! Aside from that your smell will draw frighten human souls to you, and not just Nyema’s but ANY souls who feel they don’t belong in hell!”</strong><br><br>Atael had forgotten about the irresistible “Angel” scent, even though it was one of the big reasons he got laid as much as he did. His smell, like all Angel smells were designed to put scared humans at easy and entice them to come with the Angel in question. It was like human catnip. The younger the human the stronger the scent, one of the reason why children practically hopped in angelic arms. To a child, Angels smelled like Candyland come to life. Even adults were not immune, they followed dewy eye and docile. <br><br><strong>“I’ll worry about my smell when it comes to that. Besides I wasn’t exactly intending to stroll into Satan’s throne room and wish him a merry met! The plan is go in, locate Nyema’s soul. Come back!” </strong><br><br>Raphael still looked worried, as worried as someone with a perpetual serene expression COULD look. <br><br><strong>“Want about your OTHER . . . erm.&nbsp; . .needs? Hell is true debauchery. You might be tempted.”</strong><br><br>Atael ground his jaw with a snap. What was he to them? Yes he was cursed. But damn couldn’t the Angel give him a LITTLE credit? For all he knew Satan and his son were the clove hoofed Minotaur like creatures of myth! Beside Atael like his malleable human partners, they did just as he wanted and remember little of it the next day---made his curse downright enjoyable. I don’t need the temptations of hell, Atael told himself confidently.<br><br><strong>“I will be fine Raphael . . . I have my curse under control!”</strong><br><br>Raphael gave a long suffering sigh, he still felt uncomfortable with the amount of arousal and curious eagerness that emanated from his young Nephilim cousin.&nbsp; Raphael watched as Atael pushed through and the gates of Hell opened, he stood back as the miasma of evil poured out blanketing the air in malice.&nbsp; Atael lift a hand over his shoulder in a silent salute, as he disappeared into the darkness.<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>"Esto cum Deo, mi commilito. Te rursus in excelsis videbo coelis . . . cousin”</strong> Raphael whispered sadly on the wind, as he too disappeared in a bright hale of light that pushed back the darkness.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A infernis placito (At Hell's Pleasure) - {Seychan + DonaGothika}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seychan</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 21:57:17</strong>
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				Shahin smiled devilishly as he heard the doors open without Abaddon, the gatekeeper, being present. The current of souls wasn’t ready to come in yet, so this visitor was unexpected and most likely…an Angel.<br><br>“Nidor vos…Angelus…adeo sapor vos iam.” he whispered as he tied back his hair. He pulled on his robes to cover his dark tan skin and pulled his tail and wings into their hiding places—his back. His horns were small seeing as his age was only near 150 years. Shahin didn’t bother hiding them, Angels knew Demons had horns. He started forward when a hot hand caught the back of his robes and ran over his neck provocatively. <br><br>“Shahin, my son, you’ll want to exploit this creatures every weakness. As my property, you should know very well what to do,” Satan whispered. He licked his son’s ear and cheek and then walked to his favorite room which echoed of screams. Shahin uttered a small growl of affection as his father had praised him the best the Devil could. <br><br>“Yes, my Lord,” Shahin stated and bowed to his father. He turned to the now appearing light and smirked, walking boldly to it and preparing to play the only games he knew. Bondage, Torture, and Sadism—all in the name of Hell and its glory. <br><br>“Nidor vos angelus…nidor vos…adeo sapor vos iam… sapor bonus quod repleo postulo.”<br><br>He stepped forward boldly, grabbing the owner of the light’s wrist and looking at him scornfully. He smelled like an Angel, sure, but he also stunk of human. <br><br>“You…you are a Nephilum, aren’t you?” Shahin growled as he slapped the boy to his knees. “Why can’t the pathetic Angels give us something more delightful to break? Why did we have to get some half-bred worker ant? Stand and fight, bitch. The sooner I kill you the sooner your odor leaves,” He commanded, drawing a small flail from the fires around him and slamming it into his guest’s chest. He was about to strike once again when he saw the boy’s eyes flicker with arousal and indulgence. <br><br>“What is your name? Why have you come here so ill-prepared?” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>DonaGothika</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 23:42:05</strong>
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				At the first strike of the flail, the delicious fiery sting played music on Atael’s skin. All thought of Nyema’s soul flew out of his head. Blood rush in his ears beating a pleasant tattoo, while red haze blurred his vision. This was his flaw, his curse. <br><br><em><strong>Love as thou wilt, but babe be born of sin crave the love of a stinging flogs kiss. . .</strong></em><br><br>As it was with all Angel who lost their grace and lay with a human. Their unwanted get would be cursed on the whims of the Gods. Atael had never run across a Nephilim with HIS particular predilection, but then his Mother, an ARCHANGEL, had taken a mighty fall of grace indeed. <br><br>Atael had no chance to mentally mourn his lot, as he tried desperately not to writhe in pleasure on the cold stones beneath his knees. He even sought to bite back a moan of desire---biting his own tongue in the process. As the bitter metallic taste filled his mouth, his cock jump to attention in his jeans. Hopefully the human invention, would conceal his shameful aroused display.&nbsp; Atael shuddered a little in desire and tried to catch his breath. <br><br><strong>“Atael”</strong> he panted softly. What was a name? A name seemed safe . . . Atael wasn’t so far gone as to reveal his reason for being in the pits. Let this demon guess, as Atael VERY much doubted Nyema would be spared if his true purpose came to light. <br><br>Atael lifted his leaf green eyes to his demonic tormentor, only to fight another wave of poorly timed desire. DAMN HELLS FIRES, did this Demon with his enticing knout have to be so majestic? This demon from his purple streaked jet-hair, to his leather shod feet, was a thing of nightmarish exquisiteness. Even the sneer currently blanketing his mouth, was masculine elegance! Atael quickly lowered his lashes looking away again lest this monster read the longing in his eyes.<br><br><strong>“What is your name? I meant no harm, descending to this realm unannounced. . .”</strong> Atael doubted this stall would completely distract the demon, but it might BUY him some time to compose himself!<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Seychan</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 01:01:20</strong>
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				“Your name is Atael…the child of a former Archangel and a human. I suppose you aren’t on a desperate mission to make certain your friend’s resting place is wrong. She does not belong here, nor is she here. My father did not want her soul in here. You have questions, I’m sure…as why you aren’t being bombarded by souls who writhe in this place. They are in treatment. You need not worry. It is very rare to get an entire being here…typically a soul or body, not both in one piece,” Shahin mumbled, tightening his belt and licking his lips at the faint smell of Angelic blood. <br><br>He looked down and saw the wrists of his new toy already bruised and scars. This Atael was not an Angel of healing, and was a human of lustful desire for pain. His eyes ran down the body of his charming gift and he saw a slight bulge in the jeans. <em>Aroused already and we’ve barely met. Beating you…it makes you a good little slut. You Masochistic bitch, we are going to have a load of fun.</em><br><br>“My name is Ta-Shahin Kalipha, however, you will call me Master during your eternal stay here. If you need a lengthier title, call me Master Shahin or Lord Shahin. I am the Prince of Hell, therefore the only commands you can deny are the ones my Father overrides. You, Atael, are a lucky, lucky bitch. I’m very good at Sadism, and you’re very aroused by it. I’ll keep you as my pet as long as you listen well. Also, don’t try lying to liars, we know lies for we make and spread them as I will your legs very soon.”<br><br>The whip cracked on Atael’s neck lightly, Shahin pulling the Nephilim to him and biting Atael’s lip hard with fangs. He then licked the copper flavor from his victim’s chin with a seductive purr and hands running the intruder’s spine up and down. He dug his claws into Atael’s sides and pressed his nose against the other’s. <br><br>“Tell me, Atael, while looking in my eyes, that you do not enjoy me. When you can do that, I shall let you leave the gates just feet behind you. I’ll know your lies…but don’t rush into it…the longer you stay, the longer we play…” Shahin whispered. He pressed his own cock onto the Nephilim’s mid torso, being a bit taller than him. Shahin then jerked Atael’s arms around his own waist and placed the hands on his firm, tight, ass. <br><br>“Please me and I’ll please you…and tell me, Atael, how many chains can you wear at once and still get off?”<br><br>Shahin smirked as the nature-like green eyes flickered up at him, hiding an extremely complicated internal struggle. Finally, he had something he wanted...his own property of a person.<br><em><strong><br>A bitter rose with thorns nor sweet, a tender kiss, a bloody treat...</strong></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A infernis placito (At Hell's Pleasure) - {Seychan + DonaGothika}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DonaGothika</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 01:04:17</strong>
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				As Shahin’s fangs sank into Atael’s full lip lower lip like two flame tipped lancets. Atael couldn’t halt the moan of pleasure that escaped. His mind went hazy, and cloudy his vision. Never had any of his human lovers been this bold, this adept at pleasuring him so soon! Usually they awkwardly whipped him; or tied him with satin ribbons so poorly knotted a babe could wiggle free! This demon, no correction this ARCHFIEND had invented the art of Sadistic torment. Atael struggled to form a lie in his head that would appease the scion of Beelzebub; but between the singing delicious welts birth by Shahin’s whip and the luscious burn from the pierce of those fangs, Atael was lost. <br><br><strong>“I don’t know. I’ve never been . . . chained” </strong>Atael resisted saying master. No human had ever demanded such liberties! His human lovers generally felt blessed of fortune that a “pretty” bronzed hued boy was so willing to descend into the recesses of their dark play that they made no demands. Shahin was altogether a different creature. His evil alone bespoken of a forbidden fruit that Atael hadn't even KNOWN he wanted a taste of. <br><br>Atael’s cock swelled still more uncomfortably at the thought of being punished for disobeying. His skin prickled with a light sweat of anticipation. He still couldn't catch his breath, and panted lightly. On each rapid inhale he drank in the wrongness of Shahin's scent. Not unpleasant, but a definite change from the slightly ape-ishness of human musk, or the gossamer sweetness of his angelic cousins. His angelic mind scream warning, and was repulsed by the even the THOUGHT of what diabolic acts he might be forced to perform. <br><strong><br>“You’re . . . you’re not one that I can fool. I am sure that you are already aware that Nephilim are an accursed lot. I can’t lie, I find you . . .,”</strong> Atael paused to find the right words, <strong>“intriguing.”</strong><br><br>Atael could practically smell Shahin’s excitement. Whether it was from his blood or aroused body he wasn’t sure. Perhaps it was both! <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Seychan</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 03:15:16</strong>
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				“Intriguing is all? All you find your new master is…intriguing?” Shahin said, reading Atael like a children’s book. He let his new ‘friend’ go and turned away, his tail flicking out behind him. He made sure his every action smelled of excitement and contemplation. He wanted this treat to wriggle around wondering what might happen. <br><br>“Atael, slave boy of mine, I am insulted that you only find me intriguing. Even my Father—perhaps the harshest judge any world knows—says I am tasty, worthwhile, useful. You only find my performance for you intriguing? Does your mouth lie or does your body simply need to be beaten? I can feel your arousal, there is no need to hide what you want—however, If I, your Master, am not more than ‘intriguing,’ I should turn you over to someone who will eat you alive,” Shahin stated, a perfect intonation of disappointment in his voice with the right amount of dominating inflection decorating his mildly baritone voice. “As an afterthought…having your intestines ripped out and eaten is not pleasant, no matter how masochistic you are.”<br><br>Shahin turned to Atael to see his face. His words would have sent a normal Demon or Angel scurrying away with their wings tucked in. Atael wasn’t running. He was so interested in the combinations an Angel made with another species. He suddenly wondered what a Nephilim and Demon would make if they reproduced but the thought left quicker than it entered. His claws caught Atael’s cheek gently and he looked at him deeply.<br><br>“Follow me to my room, Atael, and we’ll see if chains clash with your complexion.” <br>
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