Impossible Love

Impossible Love



Chapter 1



There is an eternal war between Heaven and Hell and not even great casualties are enough to stop it. Every day lots of angels and daemons die in the carnage but the death like that is an honorable one and an esteemed way to end an eternal existence.



However, great deal of casualties was the soldiers taken prisoners, and here was the point where the difference between the two realms was emphasized. In Heaven the captured daemon was treated well. He sure was locked in cell but there was no harm done to him. His wounds were nursed and he was properly fed. The captured angel’s faith was not so happy. In Hell angel was tortured and humiliated. He was subdued to slavery and was even sexually abused. When daemons got bored with an angel they killed him.



Both Heaven and Hell got their own high ranking commanders who had successfully led their troops from one battle to other. The best of all angel commanders was Azazel Silverwing who was known all over the world from his beauty and bravery. The women envied the angel’s perfect beauty and his argent wings and men envied his infallible courage and excellent leading skills. Azazel Silverwing was a leader loved by both humans and angels and that made him the primary target of daemons. And finally after countless of failed retries’ the daemons did success to capture Azazel…



***



It was dark and screams of agony could be heard from faraway. Azazel opened his eyes and quivered when the pain found its way to his mind once again. Where was he?



The truth got shivers running down the angel’s spine when he tried to get up. His hands were bound behind his back and his legs tightly together. In his neck Azazel could feel a manacle which was fastened to the floor. The chain between the floor and the manacle was so short that Azazel could only turn his head a little.



The throbbing pain in his left wing told him that the bone must had been broken in the middle of the mess he had found himself. The angel let his body go flaccid against the dirty floor; he was a prisoner in the Hell... He had lost to the daemons…



As the hours went by Azazel felt fear starting to eat its way through his courage. He wasn’t afraid of pain or death but neither one of them was the issue here. The issue was that he just knew what would come next and his pride just couldn’t take it. He wasn’t ready to be a slave for the perverted daemons…



The door opened and the dim red light got Azazel to turn his gaze to the arrivals. At the door stood two daemons cruel smiles on their faces and suddenly Azazel wasn’t able to hide his fear as he had promised to himself.



At this the soldiers laughed arrogantly. “Brave and beautiful Azazel Silverwing… The legend is always just that, mere legend; this one is as much a coward as everyone other of these things.” The rough voice laced only with disgust and hate made Azazel wonder had he killed someone close to the spoken daemon.



Soldiers stepped right next to the angel and before Azazel got to brace himself the other daemon kicked him to the face. The neck manacle prevented the movement of his head and the angel made a weak sound when his cheekbone fractured with slight crack. It hurt but not as much as his wing did. The pain in his wing was starting to hinder his thoughts…



The soldiers opened the angel’s neck manacle and the rope around his legs only to replace it soon with longer chain. Roughly the daemons pulled Azazel on his legs and started to drag him out of the room and along the long corridor. Their hands gripped his arms with bruising force but the angel stayed silent.



Azazel didn’t raise his head; he didn’t want to see the arrogant smiles of daemons around him. He knew that with this behavior he clearly told he had given up but he just couldn’t face the smiles of his captors. He wasn’t ready to accept the truth just yet… There still might be a way to escape…



Azazel made a little sound of surprise and pain when he was all of sudden hurled to the floor companied by unfriendly laughter all around him. It made shivers run down his spine; he knew all too well what daemons did to their captives. This many of them around him he never could get away. Cautiously Azazel raised his gaze to look around and noticed he was in great hall. A throne room probably.



“Lord Zarak, We have brought the captive as you wished.”



Azazel was petrified when he heard the name; Lord Zarak. So now he was really in big trouble, unless… He hoped that there still was one more chance…



***



Lord Zarak sat in his throne on high platform and waited. To daemon he was too handsome but his personality compensated this flaw. Both humans and angels feared his army as he was the smartest and the cruelest of all daemon leaders.



Yesterday his troops had successfully captured angels’ legendary leader and now he would finally get him before him. Zarak had waited long for this time to come; at last he would get Azazel all for himself.



Lord Zarak woke up from his musings when he heard loud laughter and noticed the angel on the floor. At this very moment the soldier told his affair: “Lord Zarak, We have brought the captive as you wished.”



Zarak nodded. “Good. Get it on its feet.”



Azazel heard the words and grimaced; it… He was no higher than some animal in the ranks of daemons. It explained a lot…



Strong hands clawed him up and the angel felt the pain in his wing grow more intense.



A weak noise got Lord Zarak’s attention and he stood up. “Your glory seems to have grown dim Azazel Silverwing.”



Azazel gazed up disregarding the pain. “On the other hand your glory has always been dim Lord Zarak.” He was probably digging his own grave…



There was offended roar all around the hall and one of the soldiers who kept Azazel on his feet slapped him on the face. “Show your respect to Lord Zarak, prisoner!”



Zarak smiled pleased. So the angel leader had not yet been broken or subdued. How very delightful… The daemon lord gave a little cold laughter and started to walk down the long stairs. “My dear Azazel… I’m glad your fiery nature is still untouched…”



The angel watched as the daemon lord stalked nearer and quivered in pain when he took his face between his hands; the fear intensified from the moment to another.



Zarak saw the fear in his captive’s eyes and smiled calmly as he continued to speak with low promising voice. “…it will make your slave training much more enjoyable for me.”



Azazel met with Zarak’s gaze with contempt and spat the blood from his mouth to the daemon’s face. “You can imprison me but you can’t get me to subdue to you. And my loyalty is beyond your dreams.”



The daemon lord wiped the blood from his face with cold smile. “I don’t need to subdue you Azazel and your loyalty is something I don’t even want. All I need and want from you is your body and that is easy for me to get.” Zarak watched as his words got the fear increase in Azazel’s eyes; if the truth would be told the angel’s words had hurt him but he would never show it to anybody. He wanted the angel to his own, to obey without restraint but if it wasn’t possible then he still got the angel’s body.



Azazel knew what the daemon meant with his words and quivered disregarding his best intentions; he would be nothing but Zarak’s toy in his wicked games. Angels weren’t sexually active, although very capable, and the mere thought of sex with daemon got Azazel to feel ill. Angel’s were creatures made by the Creator of all and he had never heard that an angel had given a birth. Not that sexuality was unknown to angels they just didn’t feel any pull towards the matter.



Zarak watched his captive a while and noticed just now that the angel’s right cheekbone had fractured pretty badly. “What’s this?



Azazel trembled lightly at the angry question; had he gone too far? If the daemon decided to end his existence here his tiny little chance was forfeit… However before Azazel even had time to properly react to the question Zarak turned angel’s head so he got to inspect the fracture more closely.



“I said I wanted this one in good health!!” The daemon lord’s yell came as surprise to all in the hall and silence came over them as heavy blanket.



Azazel felt the anger of the daemon and stayed quiet; he really didn’t need Zarak’s wrath in his situation but his pride demanded him to say something. What a difficult situation to be in. On the other hand the soldiers by his side seemed to be nervous as well and this made him to decide to use the opportunity after all. “How touching that you care about my well being so much Lord Zarak. After all everybody here knows what you’re going to do to me.”



Lord Zarak had hard time to believe what he had just heard; did the angel dare to speak to him knowing the power of his wrath. In Azazel’s eyes he saw still fear but also defiance and pride, the two things he wanted to get rid off of his captive’s eyes. In one quick movement Zarak grabbed Azazel from his neck and squeezed hard to get the angel gasp for air. “Be silent, slave! You have no permission to speak.”



With a cruel smile Zarak bend closer the Angel’s face and licked the blood from the corner of Azazel’s mouth with one long and slow lick. “You’ve better to understand the truth Azazel. You’re my slave and I‘ll do to you whatever I feel like doing… I even might cut those pretty wings of yours just to make this matter to stay in your memory.” The daemon’s voice was quiet and calm but the threat in it convinced Azazel that Zarak was serious.



Finally Lord Zarak straightened himself. “Take this slave to my private quarters and shackle it tightly.”



Azazel had no choice but to walk between the soldiers who held him tightly from his bound arms while hauling him towards the daemon lord’s quarters. This wasn’t good at all, the threat of losing his wings was too real…



Zarak watched the angel walking between the soldiers for a while; Azazel was just perfect. He would enjoy of breaking his spirit... Gathering his thoughts the daemon lord walked back to his throne and started to deal with other pressing matters that demanded his attention.



***



Meanwhile the soldiers leaded Azazel to Lord Zarak’s private quarters and, to be precise, to his bedroom. However before the angel had time to adapt to quite nicely decorated room the soldiers started to rip off his clothes. The long claws of daemons leaved small cuts on his skin as the daemons used them like knives to help to tear the fabric.



Azazel felt humiliated while standing there naked and bound between the daemons but refused to show it even as the soldiers made him kneel on the floor at the end of Lord Zarak’s bed and fastened manacles just above his knees. This was uncomfortable but he could take it. The chains were attached to the bedposts so he couldn’t keep his legs together but had to stand on his knees in quite wide straddle - his hands still bound behind his back.



Lastly one of the soldiers finished their work by putting a new neck manacle on Azazel’s neck and fastening it so taut that the angel had problems to breath. The two chains of the manacle were attached to the bedposts so that the angel wasn’t able to move his head.



When the soldiers finally took their leave Azazel felt relieved but only for a moment. The neck manacle was too taut and breathing was increasingly hard; for the first time Azazel started to hope that Zarak would come home soon.



***



Lord Zarak sighed deeply while walking towards his quarters; at last he would get to train his new slave. It had taken several hours to listen through the situation in the war and more time had gone to planning new strategies for changing situations. Finally, when he just couldn’t concentrate anymore, he had left the hall and directed his steps to his quarters.



The mere thought about training Azazel got the daemon in good mood but when he stepped in his quarters there was no sign of the angel. Zarak could feel his fury to burst in flames; either Azazel had escaped or the soldiers had dared to step inner than his front hall. He hadn’t permitted it.



With growing annoyance Zarak searched through the rooms and corridors until he came to his bedroom and opened the door. There was a moment when Zarak couldn’t do anything but stare the breathtaking view in front of him. Azazel’s wings shone in dim red light and his naked body got the daemon to change the way to start the training as his eyes followed the angel’s features. Still, something didn’t feel right to Zarak. He couldn’t sense his slave’s repugnance or his contempt.



Calmly Zarak stepped to the shackled angel and stopped to look him in shock. “What the Hell?!” The whole body of the angel was covered in small wounds and there was no need to ponder where they might have come from but that was no what had shocked Zarak. It was the tightness of the neck manacle and his slaves tightly closed eyes from which slowly leaked silvery tears.



On the floor in front of Azazel’s knees there were dozens of tiny pearls and anytime the tear from the angel’s eyes met the floor the new one was created.



When Lord Zarak bend forward to look his slave closer Azazel opened his eyes and for the first time in his life the daemon felt sick from all desperation and agony the angel was showing to him.



Azazel breathed in gasps and every little breath took a lot of strength of him. He looked deep in the eyes of his captor and summoned what little he had left of his strength. “B-bro-ther…”



Zarak took couple of steps backwards when hearing the word and Azazel felt his desperation growing; he didn’t want to die like this. Not in this humiliating position and not by choking… His voice was only a hoarse whisper when he closed his eyes once more. “Bro-ther…p-ple-ase….



Zarak closed his eyes for a moment and finally stepped back in front of Azazel. “I’m not your brother, slave.” The voice of the daemon lord was cold and reflected only anger and contempt.



Azazel opened his eyes when hearing those cold words and made a tiny noise pain when Zarak’s hand hit him to his already fractured cheek. That little action was enough. All hope left Azazel and when he raised his eyes to look in the daemon’s cold eyes there were no tears anymore.



Zarak saw Azazel’s eyes turning blank and he felt all the emotions of the angel disappear; there wasn’t even desperation left. The Heavenly army leader Azazel Silverwing had surrendered to his faith.



Zarak had never been so disappointed and for a moment he considered leaving Azazel to die in the way he was right now. However the angel’s beauty got the daemon to change his mind and he kneeled in front of Azazel taking the angel’s face between his hands. “You’re my slave, Azazel.” Saying nothing more Zarak opened the neck manacle and the exhausted slave fell towards to lean on the daemon’s chest.



Azazel gasped for air after manacle had been taken away and leaned tiredly on Zarak; he hadn’t expected to be released. Maybe, just maybe there still was something left…



Zarak bent a little making his captive to straighten and unlocked the chains from the manacles over the angel’s knees. The daemon watched how Azazel pulled his legs tightly together as they were released. Zarak let out a sigh and took a better position on the floor letting the angel rest against his chest while he inspected his new slave’s body; Azazel’s every muscle was beautifully developed and the skin was flawless but now the angel’s body was marred by bruises and cuts which would take a lots of time to heal. At this note Zarak felt his anger to return; he had ordered to bring Azazel unharmed.



Azazel too felt how the daemon’s anger flamed once again and shook lightly from the strong sensation; was the anger meant for him? Very cautiously the angel moved so he could look at the daemon’s face. “Brother..?”



Zarak woke up from his thoughts hearing the word and in one lightning fast movement grabbed Azazel by his neck squeezing hard. “Silence, slave!” With his other hand Zarak hit Azazel on the face as hard as he could and was surprised by the cracking sound of breaking bone and Angel’s scream of agony. And just then he realized that he had hit his slave on the right cheek which had been fractured already. He felt a little bit of remorse knowing that now the bone really was broken and the angel’s healing would take a little eternity.



***



Azazel gasped for air but couldn’t do anything else while Zarak squeezed him on the neck as his hands were still bound. The pain in his cheek was nearly intolerably accompanied with the pain in his wing and his wrists too started to ache more and more but Azazel refused to let out any kind of noise.



Zarak was confused and didn’t know what to do; he couldn’t apologize his slave neither he could let the matter to be. Finally the daemon let go of Azazel who fell to the floor to unmoving heap. A lonely shining pearl rolled over the angel’s cheek to the floor and Zarak took it between his fingers. “A perfect pearl… Azazel, is your agony really this great?”



Azazel could hear the daemon’s melodious voice but he could not answer; the pain in his heart was simply too much. It felt like someone was stabbing him repeatedly through his chest.



Carefully Zarak raised the angel’s head and looked his bruised face with pity. This wasn’t what he had wanted…



At that moment Azazel opened his eyes and his hate filled gaze got Zarak to petrify for a moment. “I do not need your pity, daemon.” Disregarding the pain Azazel managed to speak clearly and his voice stayed cool and steady.



This change was a total surprise to Lord Zarak who was speechless for a moment. Despite his hateful words Azazel didn’t move away from his captors hands but still his will to fight sparked again. As he saw this change Zarak smiled coldly. “I knew that great Azazel Silverwing wouldn’t give up so quickly. Your training will be very enjoyable way to spend time.”



Azazel already knew that he would never again enjoy his life neither he had false hopes about being rescued. Angels didn’t ever try to rescue their captured comrades because an angel captured and sent to Hell even once and even a very short while was regarded as tainted one and was never accepted amongst the pure angels. The angel commander had never understood why so many captured angels had committed suicide - before now. There was no reason to escape because there was no going back home and there was no other place for an angel. Those who got out of Hell in few days might get back to the Heaven but they were isolated and locked away from the society. The room might be luxurious but the freedom was still gone. The Hell wasn’t an option either for an honorable angel so the only choice left was death. Azazel had never thought that he would consider self-inflicted death but Zarak had wounded him deeply.



He could understand imprisonment and the treatment he had gotten from Zarak’s subordinates but he had never thought that Zarak himself would abuse him. Still the physical pain he felt was nothing when compared to the ache in his heart; Zarak had denied their brotherhood even in the privacy of his own quarters and wanted him only as a slave.



Now Zarak saw depression in his slave’s eyes and familiar pain telling look came back in the once so fierce orbs. The daemon felt his confusion grow even greater; this was the first time he didn’t know what to do with his captive. Had his new slave a split personality or something?



Azazel stayed silent and finally Zarak made his decision. With one movement of his hand he cut the ropes around his slave’s wrist and for awhile looked the broken and bloodied skin the ropes revealed. “Stand up Azazel.” While speaking the daemon stood up and gazed demanding to the angel on the floor.



Azazel trembled while moving his hands; all his arm muscles had cramped a long time ago and his wrists were so very sore. When the angel failed to stand up as demanded Zarak grabbed him from the hair and pulled him up. “I told you to get up!”



Azazel didn’t make a sound even though the pain slashed through his body and when eventually standing in front of Lord Zarak gazed the daemon calmly. “Thank you for your help Lord Zarak. You’re quite considerate.”



There was a little sneer on the voice of the angel and Zarak smiled to his slave’s daring attitude as he still could sense the fear from the angel. “Azazel, disregarding your tone while speaking to me, your words were proper for a slave. I know you have hard time to hide your fear you are feeling for me so this one time I let this little slip to be, but…” Zarak tightened his firm grip on Azazel hair. “Don’t you ever again dare to use that tone while speaking to me, slave, or you won’t be able to fly or even flap those wings of yours.”


Azazel couldn’t believe what he heard. Was Zarak really ready to cut his wings, to mutilate him so badly..? “Bro-brother…”



Zarak raised his hand ready to hit his slave again but the choked noise the angel made stopped him. The daemon looked his slave for a moment and saw the blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. “Azazel, what the…”



Quickly Zarak made Azazel to open his mouth and just looked for awhile. “Either I hit you harder than I meant or you are weaker than I thought, Azazel.” The broken bone on the angel’s right cheek had torn a nasty wound inside of the cheek and the blood was flowing freely and seemed to not going to stop any time soon.



The angel stayed still and silent; there was nothing to say anymore. His brother had made it clear that there wasn’t anything left between them… He should have known…



The daemon lord was mystified by the behavior of his new slave. At times Azazel was subdued and fearful prisoner and the second later he was his own prideful and unyielding self. Zarak let go of Azazel’s hair and the angel to the daemon’s great surprised stayed on his feet and looked him with eyes full of agony.



A pale blood stained hand rose to gently caress the daemon’s face. Azazel’s eyes reflected his inner agony and the sad smile on his lips just made it seem worse to Zarak. “It hurts brother… It hurts so much…” At that moment Azazel sank to the floor unconscious.



***



The blood started to flow out from the mouth of the unconscious slave and Zarak had to wonder the will of his slave; not a drop had leaked before he had threatened to hit Azazel again. The angel must have swallowed great amount of his own blood. It would make him nauseous later…



For a moment Zarak just watched Azazel but eventually turned and walked to the front door of his quarters slowly opening it. “Bring the healer.” Saying nothing else he shut the door and walked back to where the angel was still lying on the floor. “What should I do with you Azazel..?”



***



Mindful of Azazel’s wings Zarak took him on his arms and carried him to the bed just as the healer stepped to the room.



“Forgive me my Lord Zarak. I took the liberty to come inside.” The old male daemon watched his lord benignly.



Zarak turned to gaze the healer. “You’re welcome. I hope you can solve the little problem of mine.”



The old daemon turned his gaze to the unconscious angel on the bed. “Is it your new slave, my liege?”



Zarak nodded curtly. “I want it whole again.” His patience was growing dangerously thin.



The healer nodded once. “As you wish, my lord, if I may recommend that you shackle it to the bed very tightly...”



Zarak looked to the healer mystified. “Why?”



Now the healer smiled the cruelest smile ever seen. “Because this process is going to hurt it like Hell, sire.”



Zarak raised his brow. Was the old daemon playing with him? “And the reason to that would be…what?”



The healer smiled calmly. “As you know, my lord, angels don’t heal by themselves in Hell and our healing power brings great pain to all other races. I saw in the first glance that this one is the most perfect, the most pure and the most innocent of all the Creators creatures and that’s the reason it will suffer much more than any other would.”



Zarak nodded and walked to the great wooden trunk. This would be quite an ordeal for his new slave. “How should I shackle it?”



The healer gazed the angel and the blood still oozing out of his mouth. “Shackle it tightly but gently so it can’t hurt itself more than it has already, my liege. This in the assumption, that you want your slave to remain sane, my lord.”



Zarak pulled padded manacles from the trunk. “I have no need for an insane slave.” Quickly the daemon lord put the manacles on his slave restricting him firmly to the bed and sat down on the bed to keep Azazel’s head still. “You can start when you’re ready.”



The older daemon nodded once and set his hand to the broken wing of the angel. “Yes my lord.”



Azazel’s eyes shot open and a distressed sound of pain escaped from his lips. For a moment the angel gasped for breath not knowing where he was and what was happening. All he knew was that it hurt more than before.



Zarak saw pure fear in his slave’s eyes and he could sense it mounting; the daemon had never felt such powerful fear directed straight to him. Very carefully like handling the wounded animal Zarak turned Azazel’s head so he could look him into the eyes. “I want you to be healthy again Azazel so do as I say. Stay still now.”



Azazel looked at the daemon terrified; everything that had happened to him after his imprisonment had hurt and he didn’t expect this to be exception. However this was the first time in his short slavery that he saw something else than contempt in the daemon’s eyes. That gave him a little bit of his lost hope back.



At the same time the pain slashed trough Azazel’s body and Zarak tightened his hold on the angel’s head. “Be still Azazel. This pain will not harm you.”



The angel gasped in the increasing pain trying to keep his screams from leaving his throat. Zarak’s words came quiet as if the daemon was far away and in the end Azazel wasn’t able to stop the scream. It tore his throat while leaving making him bleed deep inside.



Zarak watched his slave closely while holding his head still; would Azazel be able to take all the pain the healing brought. The whole body of the angel was rigid and the violent convulsions brought by the pain testified the healer’s words truth; was Azazel not restricted he would have hurt himself really badly.



***



Author's note:

I started to write this fiction in Finnish but I noticed it wasn’t going like I wanted it to go so I rewrote it in English. This is going to be a really long fiction as I already have so many ideas and more comes all the time... I hope you like it.



Forgive me the mistakes in grammar, as I mentioned English is not my native language.



I edited this chapter as in mistake I had posted the wrong version of the chapter. ^.^ I've been tired lately so I probably chose the wrong version to be uploaded and as I read this in the morning I realized my mistake. Sorry about it. I hope the edited version is little better...



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