Fallen

Ciela

    A grin spread across his face as fear flushed her small round cheeks. Her massive wings began to tremble beneath her as he pulled her up until his own face reflected in her wide emerald eyes.

    "Has my father sent you on an errand, little angel? What is it?" His wicked grin grew as his eyes burned brighter. "What brought you tumbling into my arms, little angel?"

    Her mouth remained slightly ajar as she gasped for the right words. Goosebumps arose across her porcelain skin as she shivered beneath his gaze.

    "What is it? Spit it out, little angel. I don't have eternity." He chuckled darkly. "Oh, wait... I do."

    "He didn't send me... I- I sent myself." She stammered fearfully, her accent tangling with her broken English as she dangled in his grasp.

    "Oh, you did, did you?" He mused aloud as he scanned her body. She was a marvelous creature. "What do they call you up there, little angel?"

    She looked short, though her figure was all curves with wide hips and plump breasts. His eyes dragged lazily across her glowing skin as little red splotches began to surface. He'd almost forgotten the bodies reaction to certain emotions or circumstances when under pressure. Was this embarrassment? Or could this be desire? 

    "Ciela."

    He met her gaze again and tilted his head back as he licked his blackened lips.

    "Ciela? Isn't that Spanish for 'heavenly'?"

    "I- I suppose."

    "Ciela." He let her name roll of his tongue and savored the flavor of her name briefly. Her name even tasted pure as he rolled it around a couple times. "What's a little creature like you doing here? Tell me, little angel, what is it that you desire?"

    Her wide eyes were like doll-eyes as they glossed over and her face suddenly contorted into anger.

    "Freedom." Her voice was monotone and hollow as she answered beneath his command. "I want freedom."

    His lips tugged into a crooked smirk as she blinked away the results of his power.

    "Ah, not as innocent as I thought." He murmured as he scanned her from head to toe once more. "Who better to teach you of freedom than I?"

    Once again fear spread throughout her features as he grasped her other arm and pulled her into his bare chest. She pushed against him with her small hands, eyes wide in fear as he released her arms and wrapped his arms around her waist. In fright her wings thrusted out and hovered behind her as she looked up at him with fingers sprawled across his chest. Her body flushed to his, her breasts to his chest and her stomach flat to his, he couldn't help as his thoughts turned wicked. What would it be like to sleep with an angel? Such a sandal!

    "I-I don't want to defy Him. I just want to be free!"

    He chuckled at her naivety.

    "Little angel, don't you realize you've already defied Him by leaving Heaven? What makes you think you haven't defied Him? You see, little angel. My father isn't too keen on His little followers not listening to His ever whim. What do you think He thinks of you now? You have disgraced Him."

    Her glossy eyes brimmed with golden unshed tears that teetered on her thick blonde lashes.

    "He'll forgive me." Her confidence sounded more like a plea for reasoning.

    "Like He's forgiven me?"

    The tears spilled over the edge and splashed down onto her cheeks. They left a golden trail that smelled of roses. It was the scent of purity, a scent he'd known as a child to be of His fathers presents or bidding.

    So He had sent her. Knowingly or unknowingly, he felt it didn't matter. He could have fun with his father's little pawn.

    "Come now, little angel." He purred. She had flinched away from his hand, but he ignored her reaction as he chased away her golden tears from her pretty little face. The tears burned his flesh as all holy things did. It was a little dig from his father. He had helped his father create such beautiful things, even helped his father create holy objects himself. Now all that he's helped create burns him. "Don't ruin that little face with those tears. He isn't worth your tears. I'll help you."

    "Help me? How is the Devil to help me?"

    He chased away a fresh tear and licked his lips.

    "I know what you feel, little angel. I wanted freedom myself. It comes with a price." He gestured to his body and adverted his gaze. "But maybe I could help you gain back your place in Heaven... Except," he looked down at her with a smirk, "how about you have a little fun and some much needed freedom before returning?"

    "That won't anger Him, will it?" Her tears stopped immediately as hope flushed her cheeks scarlet and a spark of excitement danced within her irises.

    "What He doesn't know won't kill Him." Lucifer whispered. "I'm sure He'll welcome you back after we've had our fun."

    "We?"

    "It's much more fun to have a partner in crime. Trust me, I should know." He winked. "Now, if you don't mind. I think I'd like to put you down now."

    For the first time since she fell into his arms a small apologetic smile spread across her pink lips.

    "Oh, yes."

    Instead of releasing her, he pulled her into his chest and she let out a squeal of fright. With a great sweep of his wings, he spun them out of one world and into another. There was a rush of wind and then utter silence as a new kind of darkness welcomed them. The stars and moon were nowhere in sight, instead little roads below wound into the distance completely lit by red burning lanterns. She stared wide eyed below in horror before meeting his amused gaze. It was quiet exciting. He'd never had an angel in his territory unless they were either banished or sending him a message from father. To have one that was neither was thrilling and he couldn't help but send a mental royal "f**k you" up to his father as they descended to the ground. The ground was made of brittle icy stone that sent a shiver of excitement up his spine. Ciela gave a little gasp and grabbed onto his shoulders as she frantically beat her wings to keep from touching the stoned path. He'd almost forgotten. Hell could be poisonous or unwelcoming to angels. He had to learn to adapt over millennia's whereas she'd never once seen such a disgraceful place. The stone was possibly burning her fragile feet and the air was most likely suffocating her as she gulped in a lung full.

    This would put a damper on his plans a bit. With an agitated sigh he swept her into his arms bridal-style carried her down the broken road. Surprised her wings fell limp against the arm supporting her back and her small hands fell onto her stomach as she stared up at him bewildered.

    "Where are we?" She whimpered, panting as she looked around fearful.

    He could only imagine how it felt and looked to her. She was used to the bright holy light that cascaded across the plains of Heaven. He could remember the warm fresh air that smelled of roses and the comfort it brought as his presents welcomed you to an eternity of love and peace. He felt his throat restrict at the memory and forced himself to look ahead. Little pillars stood every few feet apart with little blood red flames lapping on the wicks. The air was cold and smelled of ashes and rubble, of sulfur and decay. It was a home he had to learn to love whether he liked it or not. The only thing he could see was where the red light touched only a few feet ahead at a time. Many other pillars branched out in different directions that would lead to many different chambers where those who were casted away were left to rot. He knew soon this path would branch off and he'd have to take the left lane to get to his home.

    "Hell." He murmured. "We're in Hell."

    She gave a little frightened gasp of surprise as the fork in the road came into sight. He turned left and followed its red trail silently as the sound of the brittle stone crunched and slid beneath his feet. There were no other sounds than his footsteps. It was a silence that made goosebumps rise on her arms and huddle closer to his chest. He looked down at her as she peered ahead, the crimson glow reflecting in her eyes as she curled herself towards him and grabbed onto his shoulders. Her golden locks flowed down her small shoulders and concealed her bare chest from sight, little wisps tickling his bare chest in the faint bitter breeze. She was so pale, her skin took on the hue of the lighting. Somehow she looked terrifying in his grasp. She looked bloody, wild with her golden hair frothing out like a great mane. Her wide glossy eyes looked feral as she looked around fearfully and clutched to him for dear life. White wings hung and glistened if not darker and bloodstained as it trailed behind us limply. If he didn't know any better, she could have easily been mistaken as a Succubus.

    He'd just looked away as she looked up at him. He suddenly didn't want to see the fear in her eyes whenever she looked at him. Her beauty made him sick to the stomach. It only reminded him of what he used to be. Was this a cruel joke on his father's part? Was He trying to break him further than he already was? He'd done enough when He first initially tossed Lucifer from the Heavens and into a Hell his own father created to contain him. He'd done enough when he stripped him of his true form and gave him this body and these scaly wings.

    It took him a moment before he realized he was seriously becoming jealous of a naive little angel that was rebelling on her own freewill. He knew somehow his father would welcome her back. He knew this had to be of His making. Who says he couldn't have a little fun with his father's little pawn before giving her back?

    It should have excited him to defy his father once again, instead it made his chest tighten when he caught her gaze and watched as curiosity quickly became embarrassment as she hurriedly looked away.

    "Staring are we? Am I that ugly you can't stop yourself?" He hadn't meant to sound so bitter as a small orange light came into sight in the distance.

    She gasped wordlessly for an answer as her grasp slowly loosened to his chagrin.

    "I didn't say-"

    "You didn't have to."

    She fell silent as he strode on, the small orange light slowly expanding as the structure of a building slowly began to take form within its glow. It was Hell's Mansion. It was the only considerate thing his father had thought to give him. Painted black, its exterior was made of the same stone beneath his feet as red flames danced from the tall pillars holding the front porch.

    "You're not ugly."

    Her voice was so low, he'd barely heard it. He looked down just as her emerald gaze lifted from his chest.

    "You're not ugly. Scary... but not ugly. You're like a humanoid dragon, you know, before He made them go extinct."

    A small breathless laugh left his lips as he looked down upon her somewhat confused.

    "Well, thank you... I guess." He lifted his head and stopped beneath the long shadow the Mansion cast over them. "Welcome to my humble abode."

    Standing before them was a mass of stone and bones. It reminded him of a crumbling castle in someways. Then again, it still looked the same way it had the day he'd arrived in Hell. A crumbling staircase wove up over the broken stone and stopped just before a black platform that led up to the front door where the orange light had been coming from. The windows that faced him had small little red flames dancing from the candles placed on the windowsill within. The building was indescribable, a mass of shadows and stone that constantly seemed to retake shape every time he set his eyes upon it. Once inside he could put her onto her own feet, but standing there, he could feel her warmth soak into his scales. Not even humans could do that to him. They were warm and fleshy, yet they could never satisfy the yearning he had for the warmth he'd missed from Heaven. s*x and power were just distractions from this place. He might rule Hell and he might be known to torture the souls that were casted there. But this place was originally made for him. It was designed for him personally. Hell was his torture chamber. He simply had to make do with it and made Hell his own personal fun house to torture the wicked.

    Swallowing harshly he had to force himself to move forward.