Fallen Angel Ch. 01-04

He was coming! She could feel him.

Luciel gathered her power about her, and teleported inside the building.

The emergency lighting shed a faint glow in the large atrium, casting grotesque shadows in the corners and around the scant furniture dotting the lobby. The last time she'd been here, everyone had fled in terror at the first sign of demonic possession. That sign still laid split in two, innards spilled in a dried pool of blood upon the shiny, grey, marble floor.

The maintenance man's name had been Mr. Pewterschmidt.

She'd always found Mr. Pewterschmidt's depraved demeanor revolting. She'd caught him harassing an adolescent boy in the men's room one evening, so her disposal of him had left her remorseless.

The low heels of her boots echoed in the atrium as she moved with stealth, feeling the oppressive presence of evil pressing in on her. Outside, she felt the life force of the Master Guardians battling more demons.

Luciel caught a glimpse of herself in the mirrored doors of the elevators. Tossing back the sleek fall of jet-black hair she'd inherited from her Asian father, she palmed her laser-gun. It was utterly useless against demons and devils. They absorbed the energy put out by the weapon as though it were candy. Her black uniform hugged her like a second skin, yet was comfortable to fight in. She sighed as she gazed into her own eyes. She'd had them permanently enhanced to the same icy-blue shade her mom had. Both of her parents had perished during this God-forsaken war. Their space transport had been under attack by Grei aliens out in open space. Her father had opted to self destruct the cruiser, rather than fall prey to the aliens. She was barely five years old at the time, just enrolled into Edenia's Master Guardians academy.

A new wave of energy skittered along her skin making her shiver.

Don't look into his eyes—she reminded herself. Davariel had the ability to enthrall like a vampire. Don't let yourself become mesmerized by his beauty, don't let his voice hypnotize you. The last thing she needed was to become angel-struck, a euphoria induced stupor that affected most beings when seeing Davariel for the first time. The second stage of being angel-struck was hysteria, and the need to hold him.

She closed her eyes and swallowed. I can do this. I can kill him.

Visions of his making love to her filled her mind, but she shoved them away. Her lust for Davariel was her shameful secret, but she wasn't going to let that dissuade her from her destiny; to slay the angel of destruction.

Allowing her immeasurable telekinetic powers to roll out in waves, she sensed his approach, but he was confusing his essence, not allowing her to gage where he would appear. The windows, the doors....

An explosion of glass above her gave little warning as the dome of the science building shattered into a million pieces. Glass fell like rain, bouncing off her protective telepathic shield.

She tried to keep her gaze impassive as the seven-foot demon landed with astonishing grace before her. The magnificent black wings were gone, replaced by a pair of imposing, bright red, devil's wings. The wingspan from tip to tip had to be at least fourteen feet. His eyes had changed also. Now they glowed as if the fires of hell burned within their electric blue depths.

Davariel smiled, lowering his blood soaked sword, his eyes looking her over with keen interest.

Oh...my...God! She forced herself to breathe again as her eyes feasted upon the object of her lust-filled fantasies. The legendary Davariel was standing before her in the flesh.

He was naked, drenched from head to toe in blood. His hair was crimson with it, but despite all the gore covering him, he was still the most spectacular being she'd ever seen in her life.

The enormity of his transformation hit her. Why had this perfect creature decided to become so evil? She'd observed holographic visuals of how he was before the transformation and, yes, he was conceited and perversely wild, but that wasn't what stood before her now.

"Why?" Luciel shook her head, trying to understand. "How could you let yourself become this?" She suddenly had the overwhelming urge to cry and gave herself a mental shake. She would not allow herself to become angel-struck.

"Everyone and everything made me this," he whispered back to her, his smile fading as his eyes burned into hers, making every hair on her body stand on end.

She struggled to grasp his meaning. Beings adored him like a god. How could that have spurred this...abomination?

"I almost don't want to kill you," he added in a deep, mesmerizing tone, sniffing at her. "Your desire for me is strong, and I find you very tempting...I think I'd rather fuck you."

The outrageous statement rolled off his tongue as if he were commenting on the weather. However, it wasn't the words, but the heated response of her body that shocked her.

"Maybe after I weaken you a little, I'll bind you, then fuck you," he continued with a flirtatious smile. "Would you like that?"

She gave her head a little shake to get her wits back and sneered. "I'll be the one weakening you, Davariel."

His wings opened up behind his back as he stretched out his arms in mock surrender. "Then do with me as you wish, beautiful girl. Fuck me for as long and hard as you want."

The unholy bastard has the most mesmerizing voice. Luciel blinked dazed for a few seconds, then she remembered her mission. The fallen angel had to die.

"I won't fuck you, Dark Prince. I aim to destroy your heart." She lifted her sword for impact and slowly circled around him.

He tilted his head, his amused gaze following her every movement. "Tell me your name, pretty girl."

She steeled herself against the seductive pull of his physical perfection and voice. "Luciel Nguyen. I'm your angel of death, death angel."

He made a sad little pout. "Even if you lose and I kill you, my heart will still be destroyed, Luciel, my love." The way he said her name was like a caress, and the rest of his words made no sense to her.

What the hell did he mean? What a bizarre male.

The fighting began before she could even blink. He used everything against Luciel, intent on destroying her...his strength, his power, even his mind, trying to push horrific images into hers', which she blocked.

Her blows met his, strike for strike, the blades shooting out sparks as they clashed in fury. Luciel's body began emanating a fiery glow as she used her powers to surpass his physical strength and speed. The effort didn't seem to faze him. She knew he was the best swordsman among his kind. He was legendary. The average Master Guardian, with all their telekinetic capacity, could never surpass a reapers' skill with a sword.

But Luciel wasn't your average Master Guardian.

She swiped at him with her blade, going for his throat. He flew over her, spinning upside down in the air, thrusting his sword toward her heart, but she teleported herself to where he was going to land, stabbing up to impale him. He foresaw her tactic and hovered over the blade. He laughed and stuck his tongue out at her like the spoiled brat he was.

"Bastard," she hissed and swung. One blond, bloodied tendril of hair dropped to the floor.

He gasped, up righting himself, blinking surprised eyes at her. "My hair! That wasn't very nice, Luci!"

"Bite me," she spat.

He smiled at her, revealing long sharp fangs.

With a frustrated growl, she reengaged him in battle. She felt as though he were flying in circles around her, making her head spin. Davariel managed to knock her sword arm back and crush her body to his. His head dipped and she was stunned when he ran his tongue across her lips.

She slowed down time, her power gathering within her like a super nova about to blow. His sword inched to her ribcage, ready to run her through as she prepared to telepathically ram her own hand into his chest and proceed to rip his heart out. They would die together. The thought made her smile.

She wasn't prepared to see stars dancing before her eyes. He'd thrown her across the lobby, against the steel framework of an abstract work of art sitting within a large fountain. She tasted blood in her mouth, then teleported out in time before Davariel's sword split her in two.

Luciel began to suspect he had abilities she wasn't aware of.

He attacked again, managing to bash her sword from her hand this time. She recovered it telepathically, ducking just in time before his blade separated her head from her neck, but not before sending the pointed tip of a nearby flagpole whistling straight toward him. The sharp tip grazed his wing as he spun to avoid being impaled. His gasp of shock was audible. She'd almost succeeded in running him through that time!

Now it was her turn to smirk, the feel of warm blood trickling down her chin. She even stuck her tongue out at him.

He blinked at her in astonishment, then his glowing blue eyes went black, no whites showing. She knew it was a sign the fallen reaper had gone into kill mode. Heaven help her now.

"Drop your sword and I'll spare your life, Luci. Our dance can be one of lust not death."

Talk about a friggin' one track mind! She raised her hand and gave him the finger.

"Pretty please," he implored with a childish whine.

The demon bastard was trying to act cutesy. She stuck up her other middle finger from the hand holding the sword, tilting her head to the side with a snort.

He chuckled, then came at her again in blinding speed with a snarl.

She was at the limit of her powers trying to keep up with him in his kill mode.

The metallic sound of the swords rang out and echoed in the atrium as the battle raged on seemingly without end. Davariel's muscles rippled with every fluid move, but the sight of his enormous cock jutting up against his belly was very distracting. His insolent smile told her he knew it was distracting.

She had to kill him. All of creation would be doomed if she didn't.

The first hour of the battle he constantly aimed for her throat or vital organs, and then he switched to bashing her sword with his blade so hard her teeth were already beginning to rattle in her head. Apparently, Davariel had decided she'd do just fine as the virgin sacrifice and was now trying to disarm her instead of killing her.

Ha!

He was in for a big surprise if he thought this virgin was going down easily. She wondered how he planned to capture her because he sure as hell was nowhere near defeating her.

She spun neatly out of the way, as the tip of his blade sliced a hairs' breadth away from her belly, but the tip of hers caught his wing again. It was just a nick, but he snarled in anger. Blood oozed from the nicked wing; black demon's blood, falling like tears to stain the floor.

Once again, she felt her heart twist in sadness over Davariel's fall from grace.

Nevertheless, feeling more determined to put an end to this ordeal, she managed to nick him again, this time right over his left nipple. He backed off, clenching his fists and baring his teeth with a furious roar. What a sore loser. The unholy sound echoed in the immense atrium.

He was finally silent, his eyes narrowing as a sly smile spread across his beautiful blood smeared face. That couldn't be good. She heard exquisite singing and almost expected to see a chorus of angels floating above her head. What she did see made her scream...in impotent rage.

Blackness overtook her.

Chapter Two

A stinking mermaid! It was the last thing she recalled seeing suspended in the opening where the glass dome had once covered the building. A scaly, slimy creature, held in the embrace of a grey winged devil that smirked behind the singing mermaid.

She hated the disgusting creatures and the mind distorting effects of their voices.

Swearing inwardly, she opened her eyes and her heart sank. She was power bound to a black marble-like altar, face down and naked.

She struggled to release herself, sensing Davariel's essence all around her, but it was useless. Luciel was amazed at the extent of power he emanated. Why hadn't anyone realized he had developed the abilities of a Master Guardian?

Dredging up a slew of colorful cuss words, she decided it was time to put plan B into action.

Davariel had a weakness. He was sexually insatiable. Aside from killing and bathing in his victims' blood, he loved fucking... to the point of distraction, she might add. Ironically, many crazed females, with penchants for demons, lined up for the privilege of having him fuck them within an inch of their lives. She was going to have to pretend to be one of those females.

Right, Luci. Keep telling yourself that.

She blew out a frustrated breath. She needed to get a grip. The blood ritual, if completed would bring about the destruction of all. Luciel had to lose her virginity and, while she had him distracted, proceed to rip the demon bastard's black heart out.

She looked around. The chamber she was in appeared to be carved within a cave. The floor was black ashy dirt and the walls rough, deep red stone. Strange stones illuminated the dank, hot, cavernous room dully, casting misshapen shadows within the many cracks and crevices. All around her were whispers, growling, and low menacing laughter, even though she couldn't see its source in the gloom. The stench of decay, dank moisture, and something acrid made her want to gag.

Where the hell am I? Again, she swore mentally.

She tugged at the power bonds and sighed in frustration.

And where is that blond son-of-a-

Speak of the devil and in he walks...leather strap in hand. She swallowed hard.

Behind Davariel, four more demons entered, but separated once within the cavernous room, taking a stand in each of the four corners of the chamber.

Not good.

They were hideous creatures with thick wrinkly skin, boney faces and curved spiny backs. One was a burgundy color, another bluish, the third greenish and the last one grey. They snickered, watching her with their glowing yellow eyes, making her skin crawl.

Great! Now she had an audience that would most likely kill her after she ripped Davariel's heart out. It didn't matter. She was willing to sacrifice her life in order to kill the angel of destruction. Davariel had to die!

Once more, he was naked, but this time clean of any gore. His hair gleamed gold, streaked with pale blond, and he emanated a sweet scent that obliterated the unholy stench in the chamber. She tried not to stare, focusing her attention on his bare feet as he approached her, but to her dismay, even his feet seemed to enthrall her. They were long, slender, delicately boned; every toe with a perfectly square rosy nail. Not a single hangnail or hammer toe—damn!

Luciel closed her eyes with a groan of misery. When she reopened them, he'd crouched down so that his eyes were level with hers, and cocked his head to one side. "Are we comfy?"

She let her gaze drop to his mouth, afraid of looking into those mesmerizing blue eyes that were even more breathtaking up close. Unfortunately, it wasn't a better option. His full lips were smooth, kissed with a dewy, pink blush that made her want to bite at them....

With a start, she closed her eyes, angry with herself at becoming distracted with him again.

Come-on, Luciel Nguyen! You're a tough-assed New York City girl! Are you gonna let this pretty-boy get the best of you?

"Well, you certainly know how to make a girl feel right at home," she said with bitter sarcasm, then let her head drop with a thud onto the altar in despair. She berated herself mentally.

Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! You're supposed to seduce him! Fuck him silly-rip black heart out!

She heard him chuckling, then felt him stroke her hair. "You speak strangely, little Edenian."

She struggled half-heartedly against the power bonds and tried for a seductive stare...that is, if she could keep herself from melting beneath his own seduction. Heaven help her! Those eyes! She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but became lost in his gaze, that face, those lips...Oh God! He's an absolute dream!

"Fuck me," was all she could whisper like some star-struck adolescent girl. She didn't mean it in the literal sense; it was just a stupid thing one said when one didn't know what else to say. Then again, she'd have to be dead from the brain down not to wonder how Davariel would feel snuggled up between her thighs.

A little voice in the back of her head was screaming at her, telling her that she was letting herself become angel-struck, but she ignored the annoying voice, opting to let her gaze drop down to his lap instead. Oh, God, yes! That was so much nicer. Ignore the voice...devour that....

A sound startled her. It was coming from her mouth. She whimpering like a bitch in heat.

Yep...I've lost my mind.

The glowing of his eyes intensified as he licked his smiling lips.

"So you want me to fuck you after all, little Luci?" He laughed as he traced the outline of her mouth with the tip of his finger. "Are you having naughty thoughts about me, pretty girl?"

Through the hazy lust-filled fog turning her brain to mush, she realized Davariel's glowing irises were larger than most humanoids. The effect was hypnotic, drawing her in. He had the eyes of an incubus. Hadn't the scientists theorized Davariel to be cambion because of his innate ability to enthrall? Part incubus, part Seraph. No one knew who his parents were.

Those sinful lips she'd been dying to sample rubbed softly over her mouth making her sigh. "We're allowed to kiss, Luci... and touch," he murmured before deepening the kiss, letting his tongue sweep into her mouth. She trembled, moaned, and thrust her hips against the smooth stone of the altar, trying to ease the terrible ache that had her swollen and throbbing for him. He withdrew. "And I am very well allowed to mind fuck you."

Reality shifted like a ripple across a reflective surface and she suddenly found herself on her back, her wrists tied to a wrought iron bed in what looked like the burned out remains of a castle.

Is this real? Did he teleport us somewhere else?

The wind howled with a deafening roar through the large bare hole in one wall. It showed an expanse of sky seething with dark, almost reddish, black clouds. The red glow from the gloom outside illuminated only half of Davariel, who stood at the foot of the bed, looking at her with a tormented intensity she did not comprehend.

The wind blasting into the charred ruins of the room whipped his long hair around his body. The gold strands caressed well sculpted pectorals, not overly large, and his abs looked as if carved by an artist's loving hand, well defined and rock hard.

The bright red wings snapped open, and with a quick fluttering motion, brought him above her. Hands clasped between his legs, he looked undecided as to what to do first.

His arms rippled with ropey muscles and he had the most beautiful thighs she'd ever seen on a man. She'd dreamt of touching those thighs, stroking her fingers and tongue over them, making him tremble in anticipation.

He flew in closer, settling his knees to either side of her face.

Words were unnecessary. The intent clear. She should have been terrified, repulsed, yet her body trembled with impatient anticipation

What am I doing? Luciel, snap out of it! Keep your head on straight or all will be lost!

Even as the thought flitted through her mind, she found herself opening her mouth with the eagerness of a starving prostitute.

Davariel. She moaned around the mouthful of male flesh.

She devoured him in adoration, making him shudder. The magnificent fallen angel undulated his breathtaking torso like a snake over her. She'd never seen a man move with such fluid sensuality. Davariel was as graceful as he was beautiful. Wisps of pale gold streamed down his body to his hips, tickling her cheeks a bit as he moved. He groaned with pleasure, his hands gripping the metal headboard.