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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,439
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3
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chapter one
Fate’s Deceit
by Dark Seraph
A story set in the Realms of Temptation universe.
Summary: A wounded angel seeks to find the one who healed him, but is she willing to sacrifice the very gift that saved him for the price of her heart? M/F.
Disclaimer: All of the characters and storyline contained within are copyrighted by Dark Seraph.
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~Chapter One~
Calandra gently placed the last of the healing herbs that she had gathered into the small woven basket that rested on the ground next to her. Smoothing back her long, silky blonde hair, the slender angel extended her beautiful white wings as she rose to her feet. Her pale blue eyes took in the splendor of her surroundings. The sun shone brightly overhead, reaching out to caress all beneath it with its rays of warmth. She smiled ruefully. If only the peace and serenity that the forest displayed weren’t merely a transient illusion.
Her realm of Elysium was at war with that of Hades, the demons’ realm. As a prominent healer among the angels, she encountered firsthand the pain and tragedy that accompanied the many frequent battles between the two races.
Steadily making her way back toward the healing buildings surrounded by the shade of large trees, she bit her full lower lip. Calandra would have to conserve her waning strength. Too many of their soldiers had fallen in battle for her and the other healers to keep up with the strenuous demand placed upon their fragile bodies. Although delicate-looking, the fair angel harbored great healing power that surpassed even some of the older healers, and she was well respected.
However, her gift came with a great responsibility that she knew must be carried out with pure intentions. She could not afford to become distracted and succumb to carnal desires of the flesh, fearing to lose the part of herself that was valued most amongst her kind.
Coming within sight of the closest building, she noticed that wispy gray smoke curled lazily out of the chimney. She quickened her steps, knowing that a wounded warrior now occupied her home. His injuries must have been very serious to warrant the head healer placing him exclusively within her care.
The beautiful angel pushed open the door and hurriedly rushed inside, the basket of herbs being quickly dropped to the ground as she saw two male angels placing a fallen soldier onto her bed. They removed his bloody armor and torn shirt, bringing a washbasin next to the bedside table that already harbored medicine and bandages. Her superior was pacing nervously about the room, but her eyes expressed relief at noting Calandra’s return.
“Hurry, you must help him,” she urged, indicating for the other angels to depart in order to give the healer angel room to work. Loud voices from afar heralded the approach of more wounded arriving, and she quickly followed the other angels outside, worriedly wringing her hands as the door closed behind her.
Calandra cautiously walked over to the bedside, assessing the warrior’s condition. His muscular body was bruised and bleeding, a gaping wound across his chest appearing to be his most prominent injury. Dirt and grime were caked on his slightly tanned skin, and his shoulder-length honey blonde hair was matted to his sweat-drenched forehead. His breathing was rapid and shallow, as if he was valiantly fighting for the very air that he breathed. His once-white wings were folded beneath him, tarnished by his ordeal so that they were now a pale gray.
Calandra’s heart went out to the warrior angel. He possessed an aura that was so strong, yet at the moment his physical body was so weak and vulnerable. She tenderly placed her hand upon his cheek, a soothing gesture that offered a bit of warmth to his shivering frame.
He murmured something inaudibly, turning his visage toward this newly perceived bit of comfort. She leaned down closer to him, her long hair cascading forward to brush against his skin. “Shhh, don’t try to speak,” she quieted him. “I am going to heal you. You must trust me. You are safe now. The battle is over.”
As if appeased by her words, the warrior angel stilled slightly, his powerful muscles relaxing against the soft bed. Her presence soothed him. Talian seemed to be intently focused upon her voice, its soft melodic tones like music to his weary soul.
She reached across the table and dipped a washcloth into the basin, removing the comfort of her hand from him in order to wring it out. Immediately, he began to panic, his hands reaching out instinctively to seek reassurance that he had not been left alone.
Calandra dropped the washcloth, grasping his wrists gently in her own. “I’m right here. I’m not going to leave you.” He seemed to pause at this, silently considering her words, before allowing her to place his hands at his sides to rest upon the bed.
The healer angel feared that her patient would exacerbate his wounds if he continued to struggle or become upset, so she continued to talk quietly to him, intermittently bathing his body with the cleansing water in between applying a cool compress to his forehead. She hoped to first use the human method of caring for injuries, thereby reducing the amount that she would need to use her angelic powers. She was saving her life’s energy for the more serious wounds.
Calandra would do her best to heal him. It was her duty. Her reward would be in knowing that she had helped a powerful soldier who had made a difference for the better in the angels’ struggle for existence.
She spoke in soft tones to the angel, absently contemplating his features that lay underneath the scars of battle as he lay still in her bed. As she continued to bathe him, she drew in her breath sharply. Little by little, it was as if he was revealed to her eyes anew. He had a sensual mouth and a strong jaw line that accentuated his resplendent masculine features. His muscular body was perfectly toned, his skin smooth yet sinewy beneath her fingertips as she noted his broad chest and shoulders. From his musculature, she knew that he was a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield.
She could sense that he was a good and noble warrior. Calandra gazed upon him with reverence as she absently mused, “You possess such strength. They say that the eyes are the window to the soul. I wonder what color your eyes are, warrior.” She brushed back stray wisps of his hair, but his eyelids did not so much as flutter under her inquiring gaze. The angel frowned and bit her lip, deep in thought. She rested her hand on his forehead, still burning with fever despite her earlier ministrations. His injuries must be more serious than she had initially thought.
Having cleansed the wounds, she ran her fingertips lightly over them, wincing when she felt the extent of damage radiating from within the deepest ones. The warrior angel beneath her would have to be completely purged of all of the evil that remained within his body. Some of the weapons that the demons had used contained venomous poisons that would ultimately kill him if they were not neutralized.
The healer angel had a lot of work ahead of her. She knew that the full extent of his recovery ultimately depended upon his will to live. She would give it her all, but the battle was not over for him yet. It had just begun.
Gathering all of her strength, she closed her pale blue eyes and spread her radiant white wings. Breathing deeply, she concentrated intently and placed her hands over the gaping wound in the warrior angel‘s chest. Her entire being began to glow with a beautiful white aura, and sensations of healing warmth began to course from her hands into Talian’s body.
She gasped as the energy flowed with increasing strength into the wounds, the battle beginning between good and evil, life and death. Lost in concentration, she felt the intensity overpowering her, her fragile body beginning to tremble as she fought with all of her strength. Her breathing became labored, and the white light surrounding her dimmed, her wings folding in as if weighed down by the strain.
Then she felt it. A different kind of strength. The warrior’s body was working in accord with her own to help him heal. A caressing warmth replenished her, giving her temporary solace as she vanquished the evil from his body. She worked together with him, gradually taking on his physical injuries so that he could fight at his full capacity.
Suddenly, the warmth faltered, then dissipated. He had reached his limit. Calandra grasped his broad shoulders, desperately pleading with him, “Don‘t give up. Don‘t let me let you go.” Pouring her remaining physical and spiritual strength into the task of healing him, her pure white aura shone bright enough to illuminate the room before it burned out, leaving them veiled in shadows from the setting sun.
She collapsed upon him, her body wracked with the tremors that had once been his own. In the back of her mind, she wondered if he would be able to call upon his inner strength and make it through. As she closed her eyes and succumbed to the darkness, a single tear slid down her porcelain cheek.
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~TBC~
by Dark Seraph
A story set in the Realms of Temptation universe.
Summary: A wounded angel seeks to find the one who healed him, but is she willing to sacrifice the very gift that saved him for the price of her heart? M/F.
Disclaimer: All of the characters and storyline contained within are copyrighted by Dark Seraph.
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~Chapter One~
Calandra gently placed the last of the healing herbs that she had gathered into the small woven basket that rested on the ground next to her. Smoothing back her long, silky blonde hair, the slender angel extended her beautiful white wings as she rose to her feet. Her pale blue eyes took in the splendor of her surroundings. The sun shone brightly overhead, reaching out to caress all beneath it with its rays of warmth. She smiled ruefully. If only the peace and serenity that the forest displayed weren’t merely a transient illusion.
Her realm of Elysium was at war with that of Hades, the demons’ realm. As a prominent healer among the angels, she encountered firsthand the pain and tragedy that accompanied the many frequent battles between the two races.
Steadily making her way back toward the healing buildings surrounded by the shade of large trees, she bit her full lower lip. Calandra would have to conserve her waning strength. Too many of their soldiers had fallen in battle for her and the other healers to keep up with the strenuous demand placed upon their fragile bodies. Although delicate-looking, the fair angel harbored great healing power that surpassed even some of the older healers, and she was well respected.
However, her gift came with a great responsibility that she knew must be carried out with pure intentions. She could not afford to become distracted and succumb to carnal desires of the flesh, fearing to lose the part of herself that was valued most amongst her kind.
Coming within sight of the closest building, she noticed that wispy gray smoke curled lazily out of the chimney. She quickened her steps, knowing that a wounded warrior now occupied her home. His injuries must have been very serious to warrant the head healer placing him exclusively within her care.
The beautiful angel pushed open the door and hurriedly rushed inside, the basket of herbs being quickly dropped to the ground as she saw two male angels placing a fallen soldier onto her bed. They removed his bloody armor and torn shirt, bringing a washbasin next to the bedside table that already harbored medicine and bandages. Her superior was pacing nervously about the room, but her eyes expressed relief at noting Calandra’s return.
“Hurry, you must help him,” she urged, indicating for the other angels to depart in order to give the healer angel room to work. Loud voices from afar heralded the approach of more wounded arriving, and she quickly followed the other angels outside, worriedly wringing her hands as the door closed behind her.
Calandra cautiously walked over to the bedside, assessing the warrior’s condition. His muscular body was bruised and bleeding, a gaping wound across his chest appearing to be his most prominent injury. Dirt and grime were caked on his slightly tanned skin, and his shoulder-length honey blonde hair was matted to his sweat-drenched forehead. His breathing was rapid and shallow, as if he was valiantly fighting for the very air that he breathed. His once-white wings were folded beneath him, tarnished by his ordeal so that they were now a pale gray.
Calandra’s heart went out to the warrior angel. He possessed an aura that was so strong, yet at the moment his physical body was so weak and vulnerable. She tenderly placed her hand upon his cheek, a soothing gesture that offered a bit of warmth to his shivering frame.
He murmured something inaudibly, turning his visage toward this newly perceived bit of comfort. She leaned down closer to him, her long hair cascading forward to brush against his skin. “Shhh, don’t try to speak,” she quieted him. “I am going to heal you. You must trust me. You are safe now. The battle is over.”
As if appeased by her words, the warrior angel stilled slightly, his powerful muscles relaxing against the soft bed. Her presence soothed him. Talian seemed to be intently focused upon her voice, its soft melodic tones like music to his weary soul.
She reached across the table and dipped a washcloth into the basin, removing the comfort of her hand from him in order to wring it out. Immediately, he began to panic, his hands reaching out instinctively to seek reassurance that he had not been left alone.
Calandra dropped the washcloth, grasping his wrists gently in her own. “I’m right here. I’m not going to leave you.” He seemed to pause at this, silently considering her words, before allowing her to place his hands at his sides to rest upon the bed.
The healer angel feared that her patient would exacerbate his wounds if he continued to struggle or become upset, so she continued to talk quietly to him, intermittently bathing his body with the cleansing water in between applying a cool compress to his forehead. She hoped to first use the human method of caring for injuries, thereby reducing the amount that she would need to use her angelic powers. She was saving her life’s energy for the more serious wounds.
Calandra would do her best to heal him. It was her duty. Her reward would be in knowing that she had helped a powerful soldier who had made a difference for the better in the angels’ struggle for existence.
She spoke in soft tones to the angel, absently contemplating his features that lay underneath the scars of battle as he lay still in her bed. As she continued to bathe him, she drew in her breath sharply. Little by little, it was as if he was revealed to her eyes anew. He had a sensual mouth and a strong jaw line that accentuated his resplendent masculine features. His muscular body was perfectly toned, his skin smooth yet sinewy beneath her fingertips as she noted his broad chest and shoulders. From his musculature, she knew that he was a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield.
She could sense that he was a good and noble warrior. Calandra gazed upon him with reverence as she absently mused, “You possess such strength. They say that the eyes are the window to the soul. I wonder what color your eyes are, warrior.” She brushed back stray wisps of his hair, but his eyelids did not so much as flutter under her inquiring gaze. The angel frowned and bit her lip, deep in thought. She rested her hand on his forehead, still burning with fever despite her earlier ministrations. His injuries must be more serious than she had initially thought.
Having cleansed the wounds, she ran her fingertips lightly over them, wincing when she felt the extent of damage radiating from within the deepest ones. The warrior angel beneath her would have to be completely purged of all of the evil that remained within his body. Some of the weapons that the demons had used contained venomous poisons that would ultimately kill him if they were not neutralized.
The healer angel had a lot of work ahead of her. She knew that the full extent of his recovery ultimately depended upon his will to live. She would give it her all, but the battle was not over for him yet. It had just begun.
Gathering all of her strength, she closed her pale blue eyes and spread her radiant white wings. Breathing deeply, she concentrated intently and placed her hands over the gaping wound in the warrior angel‘s chest. Her entire being began to glow with a beautiful white aura, and sensations of healing warmth began to course from her hands into Talian’s body.
She gasped as the energy flowed with increasing strength into the wounds, the battle beginning between good and evil, life and death. Lost in concentration, she felt the intensity overpowering her, her fragile body beginning to tremble as she fought with all of her strength. Her breathing became labored, and the white light surrounding her dimmed, her wings folding in as if weighed down by the strain.
Then she felt it. A different kind of strength. The warrior’s body was working in accord with her own to help him heal. A caressing warmth replenished her, giving her temporary solace as she vanquished the evil from his body. She worked together with him, gradually taking on his physical injuries so that he could fight at his full capacity.
Suddenly, the warmth faltered, then dissipated. He had reached his limit. Calandra grasped his broad shoulders, desperately pleading with him, “Don‘t give up. Don‘t let me let you go.” Pouring her remaining physical and spiritual strength into the task of healing him, her pure white aura shone bright enough to illuminate the room before it burned out, leaving them veiled in shadows from the setting sun.
She collapsed upon him, her body wracked with the tremors that had once been his own. In the back of her mind, she wondered if he would be able to call upon his inner strength and make it through. As she closed her eyes and succumbed to the darkness, a single tear slid down her porcelain cheek.
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~TBC~