Angel-Demon

     I knelt before the Almighty.

     “Father, I must indulge. My hunger is beginning to cloud my judgment, and I can feel the fingers of darkness probing my heart for weakness."

     "You can find no other way to quell your blood lust?"

     "No, Father."

     "I don't believe you've tried."

     An anger rose in me and washed over me. I still didn't lift my head because I knew my eyes had blackened over. No Father wants to see his child consumed this way. Azazel had challenged me to a duel. “One weapon each, and no trickery” he said. We knew he was deceiving us, but I was young then (the youngest Angel, the first made in centuries), and eager to prove my loyalty to my Father because I had never seen battle. My Father was hesitant, because he understood Azazel's deception, but ultimately permitted the duel under influence of my persistence. I was eager for my duel, I had been training with the greatest of Angels since my conception, and foolishly felt an overwhelming righteousness fighting for the side of Light. I knew of lesser Demons than Azazel that have killed Angels, but I was filled with the vigor of youth, underestimating his experience. Azazel chose a blade (soaked in his own blood) and I chose a dagger. I preferred close combat, one should be close enough to watch life bleed from their kills' eyes. We both began our duel and it became apparent quickly that he knew my methods, and easily countered me. I had to become adaptable, and ultimately, his experience over powered my training. He cut me in many places with his sword, and I cut him in many places with my dagger. However, the demon blood on his blade seeped into my own through the wounds, tainting me. I became part demon that day, my wings turning pink, tinged with blood lust. I acquired an anger beyond anything I knew, and with it, doubts. My hair became blood red, and my eyes blackened over when my anger rose in me. Azazel himself ultimately made me a child of his through his blood. Once I was too wounded to fight, He claimed his prize. He raped me and spilled his Demon seed in me, to ensure that I was his. As he came, he whispered in my ear “You are no longer pure, Angel. One day, you will join me as my bride. And together, we will unleash such a wrath upon the Earth, not even your Father could stop us.” I laid crying for many hours after, hearing the truth in his words and feeling weak. I had disappointed my Father in my ignorance, and the entirety of existence would fall victim of my decision. I became pregnant with Azazel's child, but before I bore it, I cut it out of me, slit it's throat and ate it. As I licked the last of the blood from the infant's bones, I heard Azazel's laughter echoing in my head. I have hated him since that moment.

     "Your condition is not your fault. Stop feeling shame. It was a cruel joke, and you are stronger than Hell believed you were. Azazel miscalculated your inner strength; you hold it in so well. I shall permit your hunt. But for every life you destroy, you know you must create one."

     "Thank you, Father," I finally look up, knowing my eyes returned to their original green amber color. "Your mercy is great, and for every life I destroy, I will create. This I swear." I stood up, spread my glorious pink wings, bowed deeply, closed them, and took my leave. As the door closed behind me, I heard my Father whisper "Contol."

     I enter a bar, not changing my appearance, but hiding my wings. As I walk through the bar to order a vodka and pineapple drink, every pair of eyes flick at me for at least a moment, and I could sense the intent. I could feel who had the most lustful intent, and I flashed them a smile. The bartender retrieved my drink, a poor soul. He was a good man surrounded by energetic leeches. He had been used and they sucked a lot of his life force and he has resorted to a life of catering to those who do not respect him. A man slides onto a stool to my left and prepares himself for attempt. I will succumb easily, allowing his darkness to rise up in him. He will taste much sweeter filled with the nectar of lies.

     "Hello, beautiful. What are you doing in here all alone, tonight?"

     "My boyfriend left me at another bar for some stupid tramp. Curse them both, the assholes. They can have each other and burn in Hell," I say slightly dramatically. Sewing the seed of hurt and weakness, a need of revenge I haven't quite faced consciously. He smiled at me, and I could feel the darkness slithering up in him. He was getting excited; he was reading me exactly how I wanted him to.

     "I'll treat you right, beautiful." (Lie)

     "Yeah, what do you have in mind?" I ask as I place my hand on his thigh. I can feel his thoughts swirling around the idea of pussy.

     He gets hard, leans in towards me and says "Why don't you finish your drink, and I'll show you." His voice dripping with lust, my body shivers. The prospect of my coming feast was what was really getting me excited but I let him believe it was him. I gulped the last of my drink quick and followed him out the door. He took me to a cheap, shitty motel. I made sure none of the workers saw me as a precautionary measure.

     We entered the dirty motel room, and he dropped his facade, though to me, I could always see past it.

     "Take your clothes off, girl."

     I complied, allowing him to feel power. All of his darkness will taste so ridiculously delightful. He grabbed my hair, roughly and kissed me hard. I responded as a weak girl would, feeding him. He pulled me away by my head and openly gazed upon my naked body. I could feel him thinking about ravishing me, using me, and leaving me bloody and broken without a second thought. He pushed me against the wall, kissing me hard and grabbing my body. I let him. Then he pulled me across the room and threw me on the bed. I let him climb on me, but I rolled him over so I was on top. I kissed his face, chest and stomach in a particular pattern to paralyze him without him knowing. It's a demonic Magic, and very simple. I hovered my mouth over his belly button, savoring the last moment before fear consumes him. I lower my mouth to his skin and I open my mouth. I begin digging my sharp teeth into his flesh, the skin puncturing and blood filling my mouth. I rise from his stomach, blood dripping down my body, I look at my victim. He is wide-eyed and in pain. My skin takes on a pink tinge, and my wings grow from my back , opening and now fully blood red. I smile at the man beneath me and dig my hands through his skin. My nails, now barbed, rip into his soft flesh and I pull out his liver.

     "This! This is beautiful. The part of your body that filters impurities." I bite heartily into his organ while he watches in horror. His blood gushes all over my face and drips down my naked pink body. I moan as I bathe in his blood. My black eyes moving back to the man laying on the bed.

     "Oh, you aren't having fun anymore? Let me fix that."

     I blow on his dick, using a small amount of Magic to fill it with blood. I sit on top of him, sliding him into me and gyrating as I slide completely down his shaft. I fuck him until I feel his cum coating the walls of my holy vagina, and I lean forward to kiss him. I turn my attention back to kissing his chest while he bleeds out from his stomach, and rip his flesh off. I expose his ribs and break them open, to reach his lungs and heart. I rip both his lungs out in each hand and laugh as I eat them both like apples. By now, the man inside and beneath me is dead, but I am not finished with him. I continue feasting on his remains, even sucking every last bit of flesh, blood, and organ off his bones, leaving them pearly white.

     Unfortunately, my appetite has yet to be satiated, so I leave the room through the window, still naked and bathed in his blood. I extend my senses out around me, searching for more filth that will not be missed. I feel a small gathering of young adults snorting cocaine and taking acid. I decided to give them the trip of their lives. I wrap my wings around me, and walk to the house the young, tainted ones are partying in. I walk up to the door, and cloak my wings so they can't be seen. I allow my black eyes to give way to tearful blue ones, and ring the doorbell. I begin to shiver and when the door opens, I begin to plead.

     "Please! Help me! I don't know what to do! I don't know what to do! I don't know where to go!"

The drugged out sap nervously let me in, and I walk into the living room, full of young adults whose minds were not completely there. As soon as I walked in, some of them could tell their demise was near, some of them were benevolent and were concerned for me. 7 total, 3 good hearts, 4 black ones. I would eat the 3 good ones first, my personal mercy. The black hearts would watch me devour who they know and feel the ultimate fear of my impending consumption. I used simple Magic to paralyze them all at once and forced the 3 good-hearted children to come to me. I forced them to kneel before me. I allowed my devilish form to re-manifest and swiped my hand in mid air. Their necks twist all the way around, and their bodies fall to the floor, lifeless. I smile at the four remaining humans, more paralyzed now by horror than my Magic. I fall to my knees, my red wings open, at full span and begin to devour their acquaintances. The goodness in them almost burning my throat, but their blood tastes sweet. I don't clean them as cleanly as my singular victim, there are 4 more after all.

     I turn my attention to the first of my remaining victims. I grab him by the throat and touch my forehead to his. I am overwhelmed by all the atrocities he has committed, also forcing him to relive them. This one got a devilish joy from raping drunk girls. He loved their screaming and pleading and fighting. His dick got hard thinking of it all. I grabbed his dick, and ripped it off through his pants. I held it above my head and squeezed the blood in it out into my mouth, holding my tongue out for the last drop. Then, I thrust my hand into his chest and pulled out his black heart. I ate it hungrily, and then moved onto the next one.

     I put my forehead to hers and saw that she enjoyed torturing others. She would burn others with cigarettes, and slice nut sacks during blow jobs. She would convince others to trust her in order to hurt them. She has a pretty mouth she uses to entice her victims, so I rip her lips from her and swallow them whole. Then I rip her heart out and feast merrily upon her.

     I turn my attention to the third one. I place my forehead on his and I relive every moment he hit his mother. He had watched man after man without consequence strike her and every time he gave her a black eye or a bruise, he felt like a man. I ripped his hands off and slurped the life off his bones. I then removed his heart quickly and ate it without remorse.

     I turn to the last remaining boy and as my forehead touches his, I am appalled. This particular boy was a combination of all those who preceded him. He was incredibly abusive to both genders equally. He lied and tortured girls who had the misfortune of being attracted to him, and he raped those girls. He beat and tortured those of his own gender. He was the perfect soul for Azazel to win over. I have committed atrocities out of need, but these creatures committed atrocities out of want and that makes all the difference. I growled at him and his eyes flashed black. I roared and ripped his eyes from his skull, swallowing them both without chewing. I ripped his hands from him and angrily devoured them. I ripped his hard cock off and chewed on that till it was just a mass of organic material. I swallowed it and returned to his body, ripping it apart and eating his flesh. His organs were sweet with darkness, and I reveled in his evil, saving his black heart for last.

I left the house after I rinsed the blood of my kills from me. I had gone through the house and found some clothes to dress myself, seeing as the sun was coming up. Now was the time of repentance. Now was the time for me to pay for my sins, part of the balance. Now was the time for me to seek 8 souls to guide into the Light. I needed to ensure they would choose the path of righteousness and walk willingly into my Father's arms. This meant a human's lifetime on Earth, and this mean a human's lifetime repayment for one night of feasting.

The whole time hearing Azazel's laughter, and my Father's voice whispering “Control.”

-Kiz