Introducing Talia

           Many people see me and they think “exotic beauty”. They couldn’t be more correct. I’m the type of girl many consider mysterious and tempting (men and women alike.) I’m 17 years old and I was adopted into the Brooks family along with Rosy when I was just a toddler. There’s not much that I care about. School’s at an all-time high with the social life, fun and sex; life is nothing but an easy win.

         I’m not single but I’m not restricted either. My very open minded boyfriend is Jake (the eye catching, heart breaker of our class). I spend most of my time with him and my sister Rosy at school and in the bed room; if you know what I mean. We usually play games and get together to talk about the lab rat that we have at home. I couldn’t be more offended by the fact that my parents have brought her in. I swear there’s nothing great about that girl. She’s nothing but a freak. Then again, that’s why she’s here; to be experimented on. It shames me to say that Zoriah is my sister, so I just don’t say it at all.  If I had my way, we would’ve left her in the alley where she was found. Seriously, who picks up a 9 year old, covered in blood and ash, from the street? The Brooks are crazy, but they pay for it all so I might as well put up with it. In the meantime, there’s nothing left to do but have fun with the situation.

           What else can I tell you about myself? I have no idea what happened to my birth parents and I honestly don’t care. All I can thank them for is my good looks, besides that, they’re nothing to me. I totally love my sister Rose. It’s why I talk about her so much. She’s not only as beautiful as I am, she’s also innocent, and easy to convince, please, and all in all… I have her. She’s mine. Oh! Here she comes now…gotta go. She seems to be having trouble taking off her dress  :-P.

introducing roger

Hi…

Ever feel like you’re surrounded by idiots? I do, all the time.  It’s as if people are programmed to only notice the obvious; as if there was some law against looking ahead of what’s in front of you.  I’m the type of guy that will always ask questions, search for answers and I’ll never judge a book by its cover.  There’s a lot more to people that you think.

My name is Roger and I’m 18 years old.  I’ve been on my own since I was 12. My parents died in an attempt to save my life. How does a 12 year old kid survive this cruel world alone? Let’s just say I have my secrets.  I also have my guilt, but I won’t get into that now.  I’ll, hopefully, get the chance to redeem myself.

What else can I say? I have a girlfriend named Rose. The most innocent girl you can find; she’s practically all I have.  She and her sisters, Talia and Zoriah, were adopted by the Brooks.  They seem to be good people.  I just hope they never get their hands on me. Why? You ask; well let’s just say, I don’t have black hair and green eyes.

an angel torn part 13

Icais was in his corridors trying to make sense of everything from Lillian and Peter to Zael and Red.  He had no problem on doing to Lillian what he had done to Solange; mind tricks were his specialty, and if a woman was foolish enough to fall for them, he believed that she was more than deserving of the fate that waited.  He began to look into Lillian’s life story; a 23 year old girl with a special interest in the supernatural.  She apparently enjoyed going out to the park and reading a mystery or two under the bridge during her free time.  She also worked at the local Starbucks and met Peter there because he was making frequent visits.

Once he had the info on his next victim, he decided to look into his partner in crime, Zael. ‘What could a demon of such high category want with a low-life like Peter?’ he asked himself. While trying to find an answer to his question, his gargoyle popped up and interrupted his train of thought.

-“What do you want? Can’t you see I’m working? He said, knowing that the gargoyle wouldn’t answer.  All of a sudden there was a call at the door. “Icais?”

Icais got up and headed to the entrance.  He couldn’t recognize the voice and wondered who it could be.  Once he opened, he was surprised to find Red standing at the door.  He hadn’t noticed that her eyes were a hypnotizing crimson color.  Her golden hair fell perfectly over her body.  He felt a pull towards her; desire ran through his body and in his mind were lustful thoughts that he had to force himself to ignore.

She stood there for about a minute until she opened her mouth. “May I come in?”

Instantly he reacted as if having heard an order from her father.  She entered with her wings following behind her as Icais stared and studied every single angle of her angelic body. Her blonde locks fell over her back with the tips that almost seemed like vivid fire, revealing only a bit of skin up to where her pearl colored tunic covered her lower body and fell graciously on the floor. On the patch of skin there was a symbol that he couldn’t make out.  He could almost say that it was starting to show itself at that moment; as if a hidden code was being revealed on her skin.  She turned to face him.

-“Is there something that catches your eye, Icais?” she asked, almost in a playful manner. 

Icais smiled. “You are your mother’s daughter.” was all that he replied.

-“I wouldn’t know. I never met my mother. But father says that I look just like her.  Dad says I have no trace of my ‘angel’ side, except for the feathers on my wings; which shed off every now and then to leave no doubt of what I really am.”

Icais couldn’t keep his eyes off her.  He absorbed every word that came from her mouth like a sponge.  Hypnotized by her beauty, he didn’t notice the feathers falling on the ground, or the symbols emerging from her skin. “Succubus…” was all that he could say.

-“Yes, succubus; all that I am will draw you to me” she said back.  They looked into each other’s eyes and she could see that she already had him. He was helpless.  He got closer to her and, as if to wake up from a trance, he shook his head and grabbed her by the neck, threw her against the wall and opened his wings.  He took flight and with all his strength, he held her against the wall that she had just been thrown against.  Red feathers filled the room; she had already shed and shown her true nature.

With anger in his voice he asked her what she was doing there. 

-“You’d never do anything your father sends you to! I saw you in the throne room.  You’re nothing but a pawn to him and, by far, the most obedient pawn he has.”

-“I owe Luke my life,” Red said. “He saved me when everyone else wanted me dead.”

There was silence in the room as Icais waited for Red to answer the original question.  He let her go, once he noticed that she was harmless and when she was released, she answered.

-“He sent me here to seduce you until I could breach your mind and heart.”

Icais chuckled in disbelief.  Red looked at him puzzled and somewhat offended by the smirk that had come from him. “What’s so funny?” she asked.

-“Honey, I have two things for tell you. First off, you’ll never accomplish that.  If mind games are my specialty, how do you pretend to enter mine? Secondly, even if you do enter my mind and “heart”, assuming I have one, there’s nothing to hide.  I wear my emotions on my sleeve and I always speak my mind.  If Luke wants to enter my mind, all he has to do is ask. He looked at Red as she analyzed what was being said to her. “What were you looking for anyway?” Icais asked the half-succubus.

-“Anything I can find that will make sense of an unchanged prophecy”.  Icais looked at her as if she had just shed some light upon some of the events that had taken place through the years.  Luke had sent him on some of the cruelest missions and after all of them he would ask the same question: “Do you have any remorse?” as if to find a change from his angel form to his, not so new, dark version of himself.

-“What does the prophecy say? And what’s it got to do with me?” Icais asked.

-“Well,” she answered, “I’m not sure it has anything to do with you.  You don’t seem to have a trace of angel in you and the prophecy remains unchanged.”

-“And how do you know it’s unchanged? I thought you had to be able to see at least a fraction of the future to be able to see something like that?” As he kept on asking questions, answers came with more questions.

-“That I get from Michael.” Red replied. Those words struck as a wake-up call for Icais.  He hadn’t heard that name in a very long time.  He was one of the direct sons of the Big Guy.

-“That’s who your father is?” he asked.  “I mean, don’t get me wrong, it doesn’t really shock me to hear that. He always had a different way of seeing things from the rest of the angels.”

Red looked at Icais, somewhat intrigued by what he was saying.  She hadn’t heard much about her father except for his abilities and that he has no knowledge of her. ‘Never make an attempt to see him,’ Luke had warned her, ‘Remember his father prefers you dead.’ Those words went through her mind like thunder between two clouds. She had just realized that Icais had a lot more information to provide that just an unchanged prophecy.

Icais looked at her, knowing what she was thinking. “I’ll do it.” Was all he said to the thoughts running through Red’s mind.

an angel torn part 12

Icais looked at his master confused.

-“Just do as you’re told. Your mission is Lillian.  Peter will be handled by Zael.”  Luke said. He couldn’t contain the smile at the surprised look that was splattered all over Icais’ face.  “All will be known in time” was all he answered to the unmentioned question that ran through the mind of his soon to be right hand. 

Suddenly two other demons came into the throne room, got on their knees and were up once pardoned. 

-“News from upstairs” said the first demon. He was a normal looking fellow; at least compared to the other demons.  The other one, on the other hand seemed more ‘angel-like’.  If it wasn’t for its red wings it would’ve been confused with one. Luke observed how Icais tried to make sense of what he was seeing until he finally interrupted the demon’s train of thought.

-“She’s of a neutral species.” Luke clarified. Icais glanced at Luke and then back to the one of the ‘neutral species.

-“She’s born of angel and demon alike.” Luke kept explaining. Meanwhile the red-winged entity looked at the ground waiting for Luke to allow him to speak. “They have no real loyalty to either side.  They’re considered celestial demons or infernal angels.  They’re free creatures enslaved to the fact that they don’t belong.” Icais only looked more confused with every word that came of Luke’s mouth.

-“But how is this possible?”  He asked.

-“Have you ever encountered a succubus?” Luke asked him.  Icais smirked and instantly understood.  Then another question ran through his mind, but before he could ask, Luke was already answering.  “Yes, a succubus can love.  It’s rare and it was an irritation at first but then i learned to use it to my advantage.  The process is simple.  Every succubus is made to love only one entity.  Whether it’s human or angel or demon, they’re made to love only one other.  Not all of them find that one other spirit, but when they do, well, the other is most likely to give in.  Red here, and that’s her name for you, was “born” about a century ago.  Does the Big Guy upstairs know about this? Yes! I’m surprised he never mentioned them.  I’m sure you heard the story of the archangel that gave himself in lust. No one knows which on it is and what happened. Well, except the Big Guy and me, of course. He and i made a deal. I keep the indiscretion of his son quiet and he lets me keep the spawn.  The mother died giving birth and i took her as my own.”

Once everything seemed more clear, Luke glanced at Icais and the, once confused, demon understood that he had to leave. As Icais left, Luke signaled Red to begin sharing what news she had from the heavens.  But before she could speak, Luke noticed that something was wrong.  He looked into Red’s eyes and saw what his ‘daughter’ had encountered.  Red was trembling while Luke was filled with a rage that ran right through him.  He put his right hand on the first demon’s chest and instantly, it was imploded.  He transferred his essence into Red and she was instantly recovered.

-“What, the hell, happened?” Luke asked. His tone gave out a hint of fear. “What was the entity that attacked you?”

-“That’s the news that was brought from upstairs.  It’s a new breed; not born but created, like you and the other elders. Up till now all i can say is that they possess an ability to specifically counteract any force caused by my kind. I couldn’t fight him.  He calls himself ‘Uran’ and he seems like a celestial demon but he’s made, not born.”

Red waited in silence until Luke decided to respond. For a few minutes there was complete silence.  “There’s another thing.” Red stated. Luke glared at her, waiting for her to speak.

-“Well tell me what it is?” Luke demanded.

-“The prophecy sir…” Red hesitated for a few seconds, but she didn’t dare to try Luke’s patience. “It hasn’t changed, sir”

Luke’s expression went from anger to an uncontrollable rage. Red disappeared instantly while Luke burned everything in his way.

introducing Zoriah

There are many questions that we ask ourselves throughout life.  When we’re children we ask ourselves “What am I?” The older we get the more complicated questions are. “Who am i?” or “Why am I here?” “What’s my purpose?” and “How will I get there?”

 My name is Zoriah, I’m 15 years old and I’m still stuck on the first question.  My birth parents are dead so I can’t ask them.  My adoptive parents are still trying to figure it out and the people around me don’t have a clue as to how I’m different, they just think I’m some pale chic with red eyes and white hair; but I am so much more.

I may not know exactly what I am but I can tell you that I’m sweet, fun (not that anyone would notice” and all though I prefer to be alone I always have my best friend Lilly.  She’s different and somewhat scary but she’s just angry because of the way people treat us. They push us away and look at us as if we’re freaks.  I don’t mind though. At least she’s not treated like a lab rat in her house.

 Anyways, back to me.  My parents, the Brooks, are geneticists. They refer to me as a perfect specimen.  My sisters, Rose and Taliah, are also adopted, but they say that I’m a freak and I should’ve stayed in the alley where my parents found me.  I still don’t know what they mean like that. I have absolutely no memory about my life before the Brooks took me in.  The kids at school say I’m awkward and that it seems I came out of a horror movie and Lilly says that I have the potential to kill them all…

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introducing Lilly

Do you believe that there’s darkness inside everyone?  When you look at the people around you, and you observe them, what do you see?  Do you only see kindness?  What about the quiet girl in the corner? You think there could be a chance that she’s not as sweet as she seems?

My name is Lilly.  I’m best friends with that quiet girl in the corner; Zoriah is her name.  I’m 15 years old and my hobbies include observing the people around me, intimidating those that think I’m a freak and making sure that Zoriah has a hint of reality in her life.  Sometimes she lives in her own world.  I don’t blame her though; she’s practically a lab rat at her house.  Her fantasy world is probably better than her reality. Me personally, I don’t have much to say about my family.  My parents died in an accident when I was young. My brother left and I know nothing about him since. 

I’ve been living around but I spend all of my time with Zoriah.  She’s all I have and I’m all she has.  Of course spending all of my time with her requires putting up with her stupid sisters.  I honestly can’t stand them.  Rose is an easy push-over that spends most of her time talking on the phone with her boyfriend. (There’s something strange about that guy). Talia is a skank. She spends her “priceless” time screwing herself, her boyfriend and Rose on special occasions.

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An Angel Torn Prt 11

Little John was stabbing himself over and over again. With every thrust came a sharp pain that crossed Icais’ chest until the child was finally to his knees. Before he took his last breath he looked at the man before him as he turned into is true form; a bat winged man with veins that made him look “like a volcano” the little boy though.  Little john pointed at Icais and called him “angel”.  Hearing that word brought shivers down his spine when all of a sudden, the child disappeared and in his place stood the one person that did know him as an angel. Solange was standing there in front of him with her blood in her hands.  When he looked twice, he realized what he was doing and with all the hate in the world he finished her off as a scream of rage ran through the empty black halls of his mind until he finally woke up from his nightmare and saw that he had killed his gargoyle…again.

After letting out a sigh of frustration he got up and washed his hands, put a fire in the center of his corridor where he made his spells, rituals and offerings for his father, Luke.  He took the blood of the corpse and spread it through the fire. The flames turned black and diminished slowly as his pet was being reborn.  The gargoyle looked at his master with disdain so, to make up for the mishap, he summoned one of the souls going to waste and chained it up for his pet to feed. After the meal, it seemed to be more content.

-“Blame the nightmares.” Icais said as he looked at the gargoyle who stared back at him with a hint of confusion.

-“Icais, his highness wishes to see you” stated a messenger at his door.

After Icais confirmed, the messenger smoked out.  Icais looked at his reflection one more time and headed towards the throne room.  While on his way, he observed the souls that were descending to the pits where they would be distributed according to sin.  He got a sudden flash back of the souls that passed through the gates of heaven and the contrast between them wasn’t subtle. He recognized a few that he had sent there himself just the day before.

Once he arrived, he rendered his reverence until he was cleared to stand.

-“Your highness” he said.

-“Icais” Luke replied, “Rise, my son.”

-“You summoned me?”

-“Yes. As you well know there is a rumor running around that I’m looking for another right hand.  Sorlozon has been sent to do a few things…”

-“Of course”, Icais interrupted, “the dog has to fetch the bone, right?

Luke regarded his comment with a simple smirk. “You really don’t like him.”

“What’s there to like?” Icais answered. “He’s a pawn that believes he’ll be rewarded.  He’s a fool and an easy push-over. Do you wish me to keep going?” Icais asked.

-“No. It’s ok.” Luke answered, “Back to the point. I’m considering you for the job but I need you to do one more job for me.”

-“What would that be?” Icais asked Luke.

-“her name is Lilian” Luke began to inform

-“Okay…What should I do?” he asked.

-“Remember what you did to Solange?...”

The flashback and mix of emotions started to stir up inside him.  He remembered all of the moments with her but felt completely different from the first time.  Rage flooded his whole existence and resentment filled him for ever having saved the woman that manipulated him and then forgot him to rot in the pits of his new home.

With that came the memories of the life he’s had for the last three years.

From Little John, who haunts him every night to the twins Sam and Alex that he gave dreams to every night until they were eventually influenced to forget who they were and actually believed they were a couple.  A slight hint of satisfaction came across his face as he remembered the hell they went through with their therapists, parents and society in general until Sam snapped and hanged himself.  Alex fell in to a deep depression and he was sent to a mental hospital. 

After the twins he had a few kills and that’s when Kiahra was assigned to him.  He was supposed to just convince her that witchcraft was a way to get away from her troubles, he got a bonus when she decided that sacrificing her virginity was a part of the deal.  She dragged down 3 more friends with her into the ritual.  One of them made a direct trip to hell that night.  There was a celebration in Icais’ name that night for achieving the reclusion of 3,000 souls to the cult.

With all the memories, he found himself smiling and slowly forgetting the rage that had tried to cloud his mind earlier. It had been a good 3 years and he’d been going up towards the thrown and now he had only one more job to do.

After reminiscing for a few seconds he replied, “of course I remember. You want her to dream with me until she kills herself?”

-“Well, yes.” Luke replied. “but don’t do it too quickly.  Her boyfriend is abusive because his mother went through the exact same thing. I do believe you know him”

Icais looked at Luke puzzled for a moment.

-“Peter.” Luke said.

After hearing the name he realized that this last mission was going to be hell. “That’s Solange’s son” Icais remarked. “Why do I have the feeling that this has a lot more to with him than it does with her?”

-“Because it does” Luke replied.

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30 second anecdotes: first night over

after a couple of hours hanging out at the house, she realized that it was extremely late to head home. she had cried her eyes out talking about how life had treated her and opened up for the first time, showing vulnerability. not knowing that this would only open the door to something else. to try and "console" her, he took her

to the room and layed next to her. with all the cards over the table about everything they wanted and knew they would get they made love being yet strangers to a certain point. for the first time she felt completely secure about who she was giving herself to. looking deep into each other's eyes they reached climax and she layed asleep and relaxed for the first time in months.

30 second anecdotes: a walk on the beach

One night she was tired and had to walk to her house. she remembered how he had offered to take her home if she ever felt too tired to walk, so she called him up.  on the way to her house they began to talk and they made a stop at the beach. That conversation was enough for them to feel that there was so muh more about eachother than they thought. The secrets confessed that night opened the door to what would later become a "beautiful" friendship.

Your lonely Angel

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30 second anecdotes: first time they talked.

One night, she was staying over at a friends house. This friend of hers was sleeping when he started to grind against her in his sleep.  She felt used and disgusted.  it had only been a few days since the day she sacrificed her friends virginity to the entity that was was pacting with at the moment. Since she couldn't sleep, she decides to call the sacrificed ex-virgin...but his brother was the one to pick up the phone.

Love Always, YLA         

                                                                        

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questions never answered

thinking of you brings tears to my eyes and the mention of your name sends a sharp pain to my chest that i cant describe.  I remember our good mometns and for a brief second i can smile... but it doesnt last long as i ask myself why? what drove you to make such a drastic decision? and who did you meet that introduced you to this world? was it me?

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30 second anecdotes: how they met.

She was a satanist witch with no moral boundries and was helping a friend loose his virginity. so she gets in the car and meets the guys brother, an open minded young fellow with very little moral boudnries.  the brother leaves the house and she finds herself alone with her friend and they don't loose any time. they get busy. the sex was good, he did very well for a virgin.

                                                 

                                     Love always, YLA
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Story of My Life....

Remember that guy that i mentioned back in september.. that left to hte states... well that story didnt really last that long..... hes dead :'(
my stories and posts will be on hold for some time.. i hope you understand.

An Angel Torn part 10

For many days, Icais watched the Taylors; analyzing their conduct and their flaws, only to accentuate them.  Every day he sowed scorn between the parents as he gave nightmares to the little John of what was to come. Every other night, Mr. Taylor would go out for drinks and each time he’d arrive more wasted than before. With each drink came new fights and more violence between him and his spouse; their son watched with terror how his, not so pleasant, dreams came true.

            One night Mr. Taylor came in drunk, almost drowned in alcohol and drugs.  The time was now and the timing was the perfect excuse.  When he got home to his surprise and provoking in him a rage beyond description, Mrs. Taylor was packing up to leave him. 

Icais possessed the body of the “man of the house” and struck Samantha across the jaw, making her collide against the kitchen counter, knocking down plates and utensils.  With all the noise, little John came out of his room to find his father stabbing his mother to death.  At that moment, little John was no long able to recognize the man standing before him and Icais transferred himself from one John to another. Since the body was smaller, the feelings were more immense.

Mr. John Taylor looked with horror as he realized what he had done and when he saw his son, change before his eyes, little John no longer looked like the helpless and innocent little boy he was.  Instead his face seemed enraged, evil, almost animal and wild and he ran towards him yelling.  The cries of anger brought a chill down the man’s spine that wouldn’t let him move.  Little John’s eyes were empty and pitch black, and tears of blood were sprouting from them as he plunged himself, with knife in hand, at his father.

With each grunt was a deeper stab into Mr. Taylor’s chest.  To Icais’ amusement, he was enjoying what he was doing more than he thought he would.  His job was almost done.  Mr. Taylor lay lifeless under them.  Only one more thing to do…

Icais looked at himself in the reflection of the bloodied knife and saw the change he provoked in little John.  With a malevolent smile splashed with blood across his face, he stabbed himself (little John) and left the body to die. With his last breaths little John saw Icais and the look that came to the boys face provoked in the fallen angel a sort of remorse, but it didn’t last a single second.  Little John’s last breath was gone and took whatever feeling was residing in the fallen angel along with it.

Icais stayed until his master arrived to approve the work that had been done.  Luke showed up after a couple of hours, looked at Icais to see if he found any feelings inside his new black soul and nodded with approval at his new servant.  He was pleased with the outcome of Icais’ first mission.  A few more jobs and he would find himself at Luke’s right hand. 

Almost instantly Icais received visions of his next jobs.  Rape, torture and death is all he witnessed and in all of his visions he was the cause of the crime.

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Love always,

Your Lonely Angel

an angel torn part 9

                It was a long and lonely year for Il’Icais in that cell.  (Solange had moved on to paradise and the memory of the Angel that sacrificed his wings for her, was gone) But at last he has been freed from his chains and his new look and attitude was exactly what Luke wanted.

                Icais arrived with Sorlozon before their leader and instantly they both went to their knees in reverence.  No force needed now.

                -“Hmmm…” Luke looked at him satisfied with what he was seeing.  Sorlozon got up and Icais stayed in his position.

                -“Rise, my son” Luke said after a couple of minutes and looked at Sorlozon as if to celebrate the victory. -“Leave us, Sorlozon” he ordered.

                While Sorlozon left, Icais rose to show his transformation to his new master: new wings, new eyes new scar and no longer an angel…

                While he stood there, before his new master, he made memory of the long year that was now behind him. The first couple of months we excruciatingly long. At first he thought he wouldn’t make it. Thinking of his beloved and having to live with the fact that she no longer had remembrance of him. Emptiness had fallen upon him when he looked around and only saw her face in the back of his mind. Reminiscing about the times he shared with her and moments he felt that he had failed, anger and guilt filled his heart. (Both feelings he had never experienced before).

                After 2 months and a half, a sharp, burning pain fell upon his back.  The agony that he felt as he saw his wings wither slowly was insufferable. As he looked into the solitary reflection that stared back at him, coming from the only mirror on the wall that seemed to be made of hot coals struggling to burn, he only wished he could soar in flight out of that horrendous hellhole. His wings were completely gone by the 3^rd month and where there once were two majestic pearl-colored wings, were two horrifying bulges. Just as he was beginning to get used to his new look he noticed something growing from the two lumps. The days passed and as his new bat-like wings, that resembled the appearance of the wall he faced every day and night, began to mature, he thought of the first wings that were once in their place and the responsibility that laid upon him once they were to their full capability; the honor of having a human to watch upon. The memory of her only brought misery to his now insignificant existence.

                On the 13^th night of that fifth month, he dreamed! He saw her face and experienced for the last time the pure desire of having her with him.  No lust involved, just pure, unadulterated love. He had her in his arms and felt her skin. He brushed every inch of her body with his lips but there was no guilt involved and the changes he experienced and once feared were now welcomed. He allowed himself to love her, knowing deep inside his now hardened heart that it would be the last time.  He trembled at every touch that came from her gentle hands and the sensuality of it all was indescribable. Every sigh that came from her as he gently stroked increased the urge to take it to the next level. Before he knew it he was over her and inside her at the same time. The elating sensation of knowing every one of her desires and being able to satisfy them all to the last little detail, was as close to heaven as he could get from where he was now. In every thrust was a longing to satiate all of the rejections he had made her experience. With every moan that came from her, he only prodded deeper and harder until in her peak of pleasure, she held him close and with her grasp he felt a torrent of passion running through him. As his name was being said and he heard his beloved make her wanting of more pleasure known, he wouldn’t stop. And the pure, unadulterated love was transforming into an unending lust for passion.  When that was done, he awoke, to find himself clawing at the floor that was supposed to glisten with the puddles of blood. He looked at the wall and it was also as pitch black as the floor was and there was no mirror. He put his hands in front of his face and that’s when he realized he was blind.

                In present time, Icais was still before Luke hearing everything but listening to nothing. Memoirs of his almost eternal year in the pit, was what was found running through is most profound thoughts.  He closed his now crimson eyes and remembered when he saw them for the first time.

                On the 7^th month of his imprisonment, he awoke to find that his vision had been returned to him and he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His wings were almost twice the size of his last ones and his opinion towards them had changed completely. What he, on one occasion, thought of as horrifying, he now considered it to be grandiose and he was proud of what he was seeing. He glared upon himself and for the first time in many months, felt that he was himself, just darker. He found himself feeling complete in almost every way until he looked at his chest. His name was still incrusted on it. “Il’Icais” it read. Rage ran through every inch of his being, and with it, his fist hit the mirror with a force that shattered the glass into small bits. His hands were bleeding and her name came to his mind once again.

               

                The last time he saw her was now the image running through his mind but instead of fear of losing her, he felt hate! He hated how she had forgotten her after he had sacrificed so much for her. He hated how she always seemed to be able to manipulate him into doing what she wanted. He hated having been her slave! With every bit of hate, his heart became hard and cold and this part of the transformation was the one he would rather forget…

                -“…now you are my son” is what he heard once he brought his memories to where they should have been from the beginning.

               

                -“Yes, Sire.” Icais replied. With that said, he fell upon his knees with throbbing pain running through his chest. He was turned on his back and he saw to his horror and satisfaction the inscription across his chest turning into a horrid scar. The pain caused him to black out and his first mission was given to him in vision. He saw a small boy, angry at his stepfather for hurting his mother to the point of leaving her at the hospital. He saw himself possess the body of the boy and kill the man responsible…

                After several hours on the floor, he opened his eyes and gasped for air. Once he had his strength back, he stood and saw himself, now feeling complete in every way possible.

                -“you know what to do.” Luke told him. He nodded and stared at his reflection… he knew exactly what he had to do.

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   Love always,

      Your lonely Angel

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I shall write of a memory

And I’ll sing a song of love

Even though my past is so obscure

I will raise my eyes and look above

Into the sky I shall fly

And with my wings I’ll soar

I’ll reach the stars and

Go through every open door

No one will stop me

My happiness I’ll find

I’m only looking forward

All sadness is left behind

No matter where you are

No matter what you do

My love and my darling

Know that I will find you.

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an unborn life

The memory of how i lost you

Torments my every thought

The death that came upon you

You cant imagine the pain it brought

That burning pain consumed me

While your life was being drained

The blood that covered your body

It was mine, were mine.

His anger is what hurt you

My distress is what finished it off

I’m sorry for not knowing

If I had, I wouldn’t have fought

In you was my love

Even when I wasn’t sure

Even though I when I didn’t know

The pain of knowing has no cure

Loosing you has taught me well

And gives me strength to fight

You had no name, you had no chance

You’re what I call an unborn life

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An Angel Torn part 8

-“a deal?”- said Sorlozon intrigued by the offer. “What did you have in mind?”

            -“A trade. You think his ‘highness’ will agree to that? An angel for a human soul?”

            -“I don’t know. Let’s see shall we?” and in less than an instant they were in the heat and depths of Hades’ lair.  Before them a bridge that went from the entrance to the door of the very center of hell.  What was to happen next, neither Solange nor Icais were ready for it.  With the first step onto the bridge came the torture that would last what would seem to be a life time.

            The screaming in Icais’ mind commenced. The pain in in his head and burning of this chest were insufferable.  He felt his wins being ripped off from the root and the memory of the day that he almost lost Solange came to be a reality once again, but in his head, he didn’t make it in time.  He had los Solange.  The thought of it tortured him.  The idea of Solange’s soul being lost to the pits of hell became his worst nightmare.  He had to save her.  The memory was twisted. Something wasn’t right.  He knew he had saved her, he was almost sure that he had gotten there in time.  When his eyes were opened, he was leaning over the edge of the narrow bridge about to jump over to save a soul that was crying out to him.  Sorlozon was holding him by the wings while laughing hysterically at the screams of both he and Solange, who was down on her knees crying out helplessly!  Icais came to his senses and went to assist Solange in her desperation, once he reached her side, the pain began once again. This time, he was dying. He as now mortal and the fear that he was experimenting was one that surpassed anything he had felt before.  Knowing that it was the end of his existence he questioned himself, not knowing if the sacrifice of immortality was worth the love of a woman that was no longer at his side.  Desperate for water and food he as hungry, something he wasn’t familiar with.  Hungry for life; a complete and sustained life where all his new human needs were satisfied.  An unattainable necessity. He was left alone in a desert of confusion, pain and despair.  And at his side the woman he loved was facing her own demons.

            She fell on her knees the instant she stepped onto the bridge.  Memories of her dead husband came to mind.  The first arguments they had because of her condition.  The first time he arrived drunk and raped her. The worst part was when their son walked in and witnessed the whole thing.  How Jason grew up a difficult teenager after his father drank himself to death.  With each memory she felt pain and craved the ending of her life.  The image of the day that Jason left the care of her home and confessed his hate towards her.  Those words pierced her heart like the knife that she had used earlier to bring her own death, leading to the pain that she was feeling now. The flames of her most intimate fears and regrets consumed her soul repeatedly. She could feel her end, she longed for it.  She wanted to die again, except that she already was dead.  She knew that what she was feeling now was going to last eternity.  There was no consolation to be found except that her angel was kneeling right next to her, ending the suffering at her side. 

            Sorlozon kicked them both, causing them to step out of their mental torture chambers for mere minutes.

            -“Get up, whore! Your new ‘lover’ waits!” Sorlozon said as he lifted her off the ground. “You too! There’s much to be done and as much as I’m pleased by your suffering there are other things that need to be undone.”

            Icais was puzzled by those words, now knowing of the prophecy:

“For the angel will rise and will bring war upon He who is just and the exiled, bringing the end to the reign of darkness upon mankind”

            Minutes later, the found themselves in the presence of Luke, better known as Lucifer. Sorlozon paid reverence to his highness while Solange and Icais were force down to their knees by the burning gaze of Luke.

            -“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” he voiced, “Il’ Icais and his whore! Get her ready in my chambers.”

            Icais had to strain himself from getting up and making things turn against his favor.  Solange was taken away and the angel was left alone with Luke to talk. 

            -“Sorlozon tells me you have in mind a deal for the soul of Solange.”

            -“Yes…” replied Icais.

            -“What did you have in mind? Surely condemning yourself to the pits of hell isn’t enough.  That’s the payment for helping her cheat death! So give me something more and make it worth my while.”

            -“I’ll serve you! Instead of just ceasing to exist I’ll dedicate the rest of my eternal existence doing your will” he said, “I’ll hung the lost, I’ll torture the souls, I’ll kill if it means saving her!”

            -“Done!” he replied. “You will serve me and she will be saved, hell, I’ll even talk to the Big guy to see if he lets her enter the heavens directly.”

            In his head, Icais thought that it was too easy.  What he didn’t know was that his service is exactly what Luke wanted from him.  Solange was set free and was back in the chamber within the hour but there was something different in her eyes.  She seemed lost.  Her gaze was empty, when she looked at Icais and he went to reach after her, she jerked back, frightened by what she was seeing.  He saw his reflection through her glassy eyes and noticed what was happening.  In mere seconds, he was yelling from the ardent agony developing in his chest.  His name was being burned off from his ribcage while Luke declared the prophecy to his favor.

            -“You lose your angel name once and for all:

‘And the demon will rise and bring war between he who is just and the exiled bringing the end to the reign of the light upon mankind.” He professed as Il’ Icais was turned into a fiend. “Just Icais! The name your whore used to call you by! You will serve me and I will be your king!”

            Solange was saved but gone without even a memory of her now condemned angel and Icais was left bound in chains.

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Love always,

   Your Lonely Angel