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The House of Secret Pleasures
Elysium Chapter 10: The House of Secret Pleasures Roleplay by onichan01 and Otaku1811
Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Nov 27, 2012, 10:11pmAriel listened to the beating of strong wings as she and her raid group ascended the night sky to the floating island of Ajma, not far from the Queen’s massive ivory palace. The angels were carrying their nets laden with demons they had tranquilized, keeping them quiet and docile. Ariel had made sure they had spared any women, knowing it was against their Queen’s wishes to enslave females even if they were demons. It was long past dusk and the redheaded Seraphim knew many of the well-to-do angels living nearby the brothel would likely be in their homes asleep, making it easier for her to smuggle in her illegal cargo. Several of her guards kept watch as they awaited the group’s return, making sure there were no onlookers about. It had been ten years since the Queen had ordered her and a few of her most trusted allies to capture demons alive and make slaves of them. Ariel was well aware of the risks, but she was confident she had everything under control. None of the captive demons would ever see the light of day once they were hauled inside, nor would anyone find out about them that wasn’t supposed to know. They were an entertainment that only those at the very top could enjoy, nothing more.
Ariel helped keep the Queen’s underground business running, supplying Ajma’s most prestigious brothel with plenty of exotic demons. She could see ‘The House of Secret Pleasures’ coming closer into her view as she swooped in toward the barrier of magic that normally would prevent any angels from entering or leaving the island. Aria had given Ariel a key to open it, since bringing demons in through the pearl gate was far too risky even if there cargo was concealed. She pulled out a small pendant and held it up as a doorway formed, allowing her and the others in, then vanishing again. They each landed near the back of the massive, ornate building in a courtyard concealed by carved marble walls. High above the yard was a large marble balcony that covered them from any prying eyes that may have been looking out of the windows down below. The Seraphim watched as two of the strongest male angels uncovered a set of thick chains, pulling them hard to lift a massive wooden door covered by grassy earth. To any untrained eye, the back of the brothel only appeared to be a grassy yard with some flowers planted all along the edge of the wall, but the doorway in the ground concealed narrow stone stairs that led to a tall wooden door which opened directly into the underground rooms. Ariel quickly used her magic to light the torch sconces on the walls as the angels carried their living cargo down into the basement.
“Bring all of them to the cages for Demiel to inspect, but leave the pregnant one out. His water has broken and I want the baby alive. Fetch Raphael and his demon slut, they will help this one give birth. They’ve already got experience after all.” Ariel ordered as the others quickly obeyed, making sure to carry Olabisi gently inside. The first room they passed through was full of cages with thick iron bars and worn looking throw rugs covering the floors. The room was large and some of the cages had tables and leather straps, or other frightening looking contraptions made for pain rather than pleasure. Each of the individual cells were lit by torches and it looked much like a dungeon prison rather than something one would expect to find in a brothel. One of the angel breeders unlocked one of the cages as a pair of males dragged the ferocious looking demon into his cell. They pulled off the chains and netting as they set him down on the floor. The breeder looked at him with apprehension in his eyes.
Ariel walked over, getting a good look at the bizarre creature as she knelt down and pulled a golden collar from her belt, securing it around his neck. He was by far one of the most unique looking specimens yet. “Give him an extra dose of drugs, you wouldn’t want him to wake up anytime soon and tear your faces off. He seems fond of turning angels into chew toys.” She said as she stood back up and backed out of the cell. The other angels visibly winced at the thought, having seen what a beast the demon was when he was trying to fight them all off. One pulled out a small dart full of serum to keep the demon subdued, stabbing the needle like tip into the demon’s neck before they all retreated, locking the door to the cage with haste.
Meanwhile, one of the guards helped pull the net off the pregnant breeder as another carried him towards Jiao's room. He passed into a corridor leading into a room full of demon slaves rather than angel males looking to service eager guests. The room was round and spacious, decorated with many of the stolen goods gotten from the lower realm. All around there were colorful silken fabrics, ornate throw rugs and tapestries, plush tasseled pillows, and comfortable couches. Throughout the room there were also brass and gold vases encrusted with gems, naga statues, and red and gold curtains that covered the doorways. The furniture was dark lacquered wood with painted gold edges and the walls were made of a mosaic of colorful tiles creating elaborate mandalas. Gas lanterns were on each wall, making the room well lit and inviting. Ariel had made sure the place was decorated how she imagined the desert demons decorated their homes so clients would feel transported to a strange, exotic place when they visited. A few of the captive demons in the room paused from tending to their wealthy patrons, looking at the pregnant breeder solemnly. One had even been playing a harp and he stopped abruptly, his brows furrowing as he watched what was happening. It seemed he would have to tell another newcomer his life was over and he pitied the breeder’s unborn child for coming to such an awful place. None of the demons moved as the angels passed through. Each slave had a golden collar snapped around their necks, imbued with magic that could be used to cause intense pain should they get out of line. Many of the slaves had learned to stop fighting long ago, and those who didn’t were already dead.
Back in the cage room Eshu’s eyes slowly opened as he felt hands all over him, pulling the netting away and snapping a cold, metal collar around his neck. His vision was blurred and he felt disconnected with his body, unable to move as he was laid down on a hard floor, covered only by a rug. His lips moved as if to speak, but he had no voice. He could feel the angels stripping him of all of his clothing, leaving him naked and vulnerable. As his vision slowly cleared he watched the angels leave him and close a barred door, locking it shut. Slowly his eyes moved to see Tarash lying on the floor in a cell next to his own, and Ranjeet beside the breeder’s. They both had collars on as well. He looked for Olabisi next, but the breeder was nowhere in sight. Weakly his fingers curled and his nails dug into the rug as tears filled his eyes. “O-Ol-a…” He struggled to speak, but he felt too exhausted and soon his head began to swim and the darkness came back to consume him.
In another room loud giggles and laughter filled the air as Raphael held his son Yuen high in the air and moved swiftly around the room, amused as the little seven year old breeder flapped his tiny little wings and pretended he could fly.
"Look mama! I'm flying like Sire!" He spoke in his mother's native tongue then giggled, letting his arms jut out in front of him as his strong, angel father lowered him then raised him up high once again, even spinning the child a few times.
Raphael looked over to Jiao and smiled at the pale, blonde breeder warmly, glad his schedule had been free that day so he could come down and see him and their child. He was one of the few slaves from the brothel that knew about the demons and helped care for them. By being around them so much he learned they were likeable and not much different from angels aside from their culture and physical attributes. Over a decade ago Demiel had wanted to find out just how compatible demons and angels truly were, and since Raphael was one of the brothel's most prized studs, he had been chosen for the task of breeding with one. Raphael was tall and had a sturdy muscled frame and broad shoulders. His skin was dark as wet sand, and his long hair and eyes were the color of orange flames, making him a rather exotic edition to the brothel. The only thing he lacked was a gem or any of the privileges having one might bring him. The brothel was his home and his prison, and he had to obey every task given him, even if it meant sleeping with a demon.
It had been awkward and even frightening the first time he faced the terrified incubus, unable to speak a word of his language and knowing how traumatized the poor thing was. Jiao had been a virgin when they first mated and Raphael remembered how nervous he had been, as if he hadn't already had years of experience from being raped by women and breeders since he was ringed. Only a floor above the basement, women and breeders were the ones in control and he was their slave. Jiao was an equal to him and it took the angel a long time to become comfortable around him, knowing what he was. Yet looking back, he did not regret any of it. Having a child was one of the most fulfilling things he'd ever done in his life and it gave him something to look forward to each time he ventured into the belly of the brothel. Over the past ten years Jiao and Yuen had become the light of his life, and Raphael showered them with love and gifts whenever he could.
Yuen had taken after his mother in many ways with light blonde hair and crystalline blue eyes, yet he lacked horns and had feathery white wings like his sire. His ears were just like his mother's as well, being long and broad with pointed tips. The young breeder's skin was also a perfect merging of the mother's moon pale skin and the father's rich tan coloring. The halfling child was the only being that was fluent in both the demonic and angelic languages. Having his parents teach him things gave Yuen an advantage, and Raphael worried that one day the Queen would find a way to use him for her own purposes.
Their child often helped bridge the gap in language between Raphael and his mate, and the angel had spent enough time with the breeder to learn some of his tongue, even if he was not perfect at it. It was enough to help them communicate and it put the other demons at ease whenever he was around to bring them food and other supplies. Many of them had grown to trust him. However, Raphael always worried that someday Ariel and the others overseeing the entire thing would put a stop to it all and bar him from seeing Jiao and Yuen. It wasn't socially acceptable for him to be close to the demons, and certainly not to love one. There was no denying or hiding what he felt for Jiao, and once he let Yuen back down he sat upon the soft couch. The past few days the angel had been plotting to make Jiao his wife. The angel had plenty of wealthy women and breeders that frequented the brothel, all vying for his attention. One of his regulars even enjoyed buying him nice gold jewelry to wear. It took a long time for him to build up the courage to ask her to buy him a pair of handfasting bracelets, knowing she would want to know his reason. It surprised him when she didn't ask and the next day he had the bracelets wrapped in a velvet cloth. Raphael kept them hidden in his room, waiting until the time was right. He knew the wedding would have to be done in secret and it wouldn't be ordained by a priest or official in any way, but it didn't matter. Jiao would be his.
Yuen climbed onto Raphael's lap and hugged him tightly, nuzzling his chest and inhaling the angel's familiar, masculine scent. "Can I fly for real someday?" He looked up at his sire expectantly, but Raphael's mouth fell into a slight frown.
"There's not enough room to fly in here sweetling, and you know you can't go outside." He said with a heavy heart, hating that Jiao and their baby were forever stuck in the basement of the brothel, never allowed to see the light of day aside from the artificial sun in the atrium. Luckily they had books and plenty of things to do when they weren't being studied like zoo animals, but it was still horrible for an innocent child to be cooped up indoors and never see the real world or be around other children his age. Raphael had dreams of freeing them, but he knew it was impossible without outside help. If he could, he would carry Jiao and Yuen back down to the lower realm and find some isolated place where they could live together and be free. It was only a dream, however, and he tried to make the most of each day he had with them.
Yuen was about to pout, his eyes growing watery at the thought of never being able to fly when suddenly two angels pulled aside the heavy fabric covering the doorway to their room, bringing in the pregnant breeder. The child had never seen anyone with such a large, round belly and he was perplexed by it. "Wow, what a big belly! Maybe he ate too much?" He blinked, looking to his mother and sire for answers.
Raphael set Yuen down and quickly stood up when the angels entered Jiao's private room. "What is going on here?" He asked, seeing the unconscious breeder and the wet silken skirt between his legs. "He's in labor? Yuen, go run along and play. I'll tell you when you can come back in- stay away from the adult rooms." He motioned for the child to leave as the angel servants laid Olabisi down on Jiao's bed. Yuen looked confused but quickly did as he was told, picking up a white stuffed bunny and leaving the room as he was told.
"We just captured this one and he's about to give birth. You helped Jiao have Yuen, so Ariel ordered us to bring him here to you two since you've got some experience. Ariel wants the infant alive if possible." One of the angels said as the other one already left the room.
"Why would Ariel stoop so low as to capture a pregnant breeder?!" Raphael couldn't control his anger then. "Get out!" He yelled at the other angel, his feathers ruffling. If Ariel had been there he was certain he'd lose his temper with her, consequences be damned. It appalled him everytime more demons were brought to Elysium, afraid for their lives and torn away from everything they knew or cared about. This was low, even for Ariel, and he wondered where the breeder's mate was. He couldn't imagine what the stress and trauma would do to the pregnant demon once he came to or if the baby would survive. Raphael looked to Jiao anxiously, speaking his broken demon tongue. "Get wash basin, water... towels... please. Hurry, love." Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Nov 30, 2012, 9:48pm
Jiao smiled while he watched his son and lover play. He lounged on one of the couches in his room, a gaudy thing made of red velvet with gold trimming and even golden tassels hanging from the armrests. The entire room was distasteful, in his opinion, decorated in red and gold from the walls to the floor. Long, dark red silk was draped over the rounded walls and the floor was covered in rugs of the same shade that had golden peony patterns woven in and not very well. Their only saving grace was that they were soft, thankfully. There was another couch and a pair of armchairs in the same design as the one he currently occupied and all around were large, soft cushions for sitting, whether it was at one of the low blackwood tables or just to relax. There was a large, round mattress against the far wall with more red and gold silk covering it and against the opposite wall was a large armoire and a few bookshelves. The armoire's top half held his clothing and the bottom drawers, drawers which he never allowed Yuen in, were filled with various 'toys' to be used by patrons.
When he had been captured, Jiao had been in a caravan on his way to Gehenna to spend the rest of his days serving an affluent noble who had apparently been charmed during his visit to The Garden in Beseine. Jiao had been ranked a golden lotus in the garden, the highest rank reserved only for those that met all of the Garden's ideals. The breeder was very petite, but possessed a curvy figure that was soft in all the right places. His skin was pale with just a hint of peach and his long, curling hair was like spun gold. His eyes, which were wide and framed by long, thick lashes, were golden at the center surrounding the pupil and then faded into an oceanic blue. Combined with his button nose, soft, pink pouting lips and sweetly rounded face, he had a sweet, innocent appeal that had drawn a lot of attention at the Garden. What had truly set his price high, however, was his voice. He had been called 'little songbird' in Beseine for his unique talent in singing. One patron had even described his voice as magical.
So he had been shaved and inked, per the fashion, then shipped off. He had been prepared for a life of slavery in Gehenna. Instead he had ended up the realm of the celestials, captured when the caravan had been attacked. Jiao had been terrified and spent every night he had spent in the cages crying himself to sleep while the celestials stared and poked at him. He watched them loot the precious things he had been bringing with him; the clothing he had been gifted with, jewelry, trinkets, books...Nothing was safe from them and he just been left naked on the floor save for the golden collar that had been locked around his neck and had not been removed since. When he was eventually allowed to join the other demons who had been captured before him, his relief at seeing familiar faces had been almost overwhelming. That relief quickly faded when they explained his new situation and he had spent several more days in despair until one day he had been singled out and Raphael had been brought to him.
The celestial male had terrified him when he first appeared. Big and broad, covered in firm muscle. Jiao barely came to his chest in height and it was obvious by the fact that he was undressed and the way the other celestials present, two females, gestured what he was there for. The little breeder had cried and pleaded to be left alone despite knowing that they would not understand him. He wanted to run, but the room he had been cornered in was too small for escape. Raphael had seemed to understand his fear, however, and worked to calm him down and was gentle throughout everything. He looked just as uncomfortable with the task as Jiao was, especially since they did it all under the watchful eye of those two women. There were a few more sessions like that, where Raphael came with the women who would watch them, but then afterward it was just the male by himself. Raphael was his lover for several years exclusively until Jiao had gotten pregnant and given birth to their beautiful son, Yuen. It had been the happiest day of his life, when he had presented Raphael with their child and watched the way his face lit up as he held the infant. That had also been the day Jiao realized that he was in love with the angel, despite everything.
Even when he had to start serving the patrons who visited, Jiao's heart lay with the angel and the only real pleasure he felt was when he was with the larger male. It was not often that the patrons came to actually sleep with him, however; most times they only wanted to either use the 'toys' on him or watch him be taken by another male, sometimes brutalized. As one of the few slaves allowed in the basement where the demons were kept, it was often Raphael following the orders of the patrons and the angel had been forced to do some terrible things to the little breeder. It never changed Jiao's feelings for him and after a decade together with their child, raising their little family, Jiao knew he wanted no other.
He reached out for Raphael when the male sat down next to him, his delicate hand looking so white against the angel's richly tanned skin. He had learned a few words over the years, but much of the communication between himself and Raphael was non-verbal. Judging by the disappointment spreading across Yuen's face and the regret on Raphael's, it was likely he had to remind Yuen once again of the status of their imprisonment. Before Jiao could speak a word of comfort to the child, they were interrupted by a pair of angels carrying in a very pregnant and unconscious breeder.
“Oh my.” Jiao gasped, one of his hands going to his lips as he looked on at the scene. He rose to his feet and went to the newcomer, filled with sympathy for the other slave. He barely noticed when Yuen scampered out, but he looked up when he heard Raphael yell something in anger. He frowned as he watched until Raphael turned to him and asked for towels and water. He nodded and got up, gripping the loose kimono he wore to keep it from slipping as he darted around the room to fetch things. When he returned, the new breeder was just beginning to wake up. He groaned in pain and Jiao knelt down next to him.
“Shhh, you'll be alright. Try to relax.” Jiao spoke. The breeder opened his eyes and looked up at him groggily.
“Who...?”
“I’m Jiao and this is Raphael. We're going to help you with the baby.” Jiao gestured to the angel and the breeder turned to look up at him. He blinked a few times, then his eyes went wide and he started screaming and thrashing to get away. Jiao gasped and reached down to try and hold him still, but the petite breeder could barely hold on.
“Raphael....leave!” Jiao yelled, struggling with the celestial words and looking up at his lover. “Make scared! Need...need...go!” Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Nov 30, 2012, 11:14pm
Raphael stepped back, alarmed by the breeder's sudden panic before he realized he was the cause of it. They all reacted in that manner at first, terrified of him and all others of his kind. Raphael couldn't blame them, if he had been captured by demons he likely would have been just as scared long ago. He nodded to Jiao then, understanding the few words he spoke. "I go get help!" He replied as he hastily left the room, heading for the main lounge area in hopes of finding a demon breeder that might have some experience with pregnancy and the birthing process. One that was also gentle and calm when under tremendous stress... He knew just who to go to.
"Bianca!" Raphael called out when he spotted the raven haired breeder dancing before a female patron. Bianca swayed his curvy hips in a slow, circular motion as the bright blue silks caressing his plum colored skin swished and flowed gently against his slender legs. His long wavy hair pooled over one shoulder and he raised a translucent blue scarf with one hand, then with the other swirled it around him in a mesmerizing arc. The sound of Raphael's voice startled him, breaking his concentration until the breeder nearly lost his balance. His bright aqua eyes went wide, set in inky pools of black. He looked to the angel that had been watching him, startled and afraid she might punish him for stopping.
"Bianca, help... Jiao help! Please!" The angel managed to say, looking frantic and holding up his arms to make gestures to better describe what was going on. He bowled his hands over his abdomen in a gesture of a large round belly, then changed the gesture to arms that would be cradling a newborn child. Bianca figured it out quickly and turned back to the agitated angel woman.
Raphael quickly got down on his knees before the female angel, speaking to her in their native tongue. "I am sorry for intruding, but Ariel requested that Jiao and I help a pregnant demon give birth. He's terrified; he was just brought in tonight and he won't let me go near him. I need Bianca to go in and help Jiao deliver that baby. Ariel wants the child alive, so consider this an order from her." He prayed the woman would be satisfied with his explanation, knowing Ariel was a rank above this patron.
"Well, then I suppose Bianca can go. Pity, he's a wonderful dancer. Raphael, come here. I will get my money's worth tonight." She smirked, waving the breeder off before leaning forward to grab the male angel's collar and tug him in close. "Let's go to your room, handsome." She growled, tugging him up to his feet and dragging him off with her. Raphael followed obediently, having learned to fake pleasure when such a situation arose. Jiao was the only true one for him.
Bianca watched as Raphael and the woman left the room and the breeder then made haste to Jiao's room. "I'm here Jiao!" He said as he quickly made way to the pregnant breeder's side. He knew exactly what to do, having had his own child long ago that was lost to him, sold by his master to the Hall of Jewels. Seeing the incubus in labor reminded him keenly of that day when he finally had his baby. He got to hold the little one in his arms and nurse the child for the first time, but it was a fleeting moment before the babe was taken from him, leaving him bereft and in despair. "We have to take off his skirt and see if he's dilated. His water is broken so the baby will probably be coming soon. We should try to get him up, one of us can support his back and the other help gently cradle the baby as it comes out, keep his head supported." He said calmly, extremely focused on the task as he worked to remove the slave's lower silks and have a look between his legs. He then laid down a towel over the bed to keep the area clean and prevent any blood or fluids from staining Jiao's sheets. "You're going to be all right sweety, my name is Bianca. I know what to do, I'll help you through this. Just calm down and take deep breaths." He said trying to reassure the frightened breeder. Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Nov 30, 2012, 11:45pm
The new breeder was sobbing hysterically by the time Bianca arrived and occasionally groaning in pain as he clutched his swollen belly. Jiao could do little more than flutter about the larger demon, wringing his hands anxiously. He really had nothing to say that would truly offer any comfort to the distraught creature and he looked up at Bianca with concern.
“He won't calm down at all. He's so scared.” Jiao's lips pursed in a frown. “He keeps asking for someone named 'Eshu'. I think it was his master.”
“Eshu...” The tall brunette wept before doubling over in pain again. “What did they do with my master? His baby...”
“I'm sorry, I can't say. I don't know what happened to your master.” Jiao knelt back down at the pregnant breeder's side again, sympathy in his gentle blue eyes. “But you can't worry about that now. Your baby is coming soon and he won't make it without your help.”
The little blond's sweet voice seemed to have somewhat of a calming effect on the breeder and his weeping abated for the moment. He still trembled and gasped with pain, his hands cradling his belly. Jiao knew only too well what he was experiencing; they never trained the slaves for this part of breeding, even though they were expected to do it. It had been absolutely terrifying for Jiao when he had gone into labor. He had thought he would die right then.
“It's your first child, isn't it?” Jiao asked softly and the breeder nodded, tears still streaming down his cheeks. “I know it hurts more than anything, but you'll be surprised how quickly it goes. You'll forget all about the pain the moment you have your child in your arms.”
“Y-you're a m-mother? You look so young, I-I thought...” Jiao smiled and shook his head.
“I get that a lot. I'm older than I look, my little one is already seven years. You can meet him after this.” The little blond shifted and pulled up some pillows to help support the breeder in labor. “Now, try to relax. The more relaxed you are, the less it will hurt.”
“I-I'll try...” Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Dec 1, 2012, 12:02am
Bianca was grateful Jiao was able to help the frightened breeder calm down. All of that stress and anxiety would do him no good and only make the labor more painful and traumatic. He helped Jiao prop the breeder up with pillows and gently reached out to hold one of his trembling hands. "I am sure your master Eshu is here. All the newcomers are kept in... a safe place before they are introduced to the rest of the group. They brought you in here because of your condition, but I am sure you and Eshu will be reunited soon." Bianca had no idea if Eshu was indeed brought up to Elysium as well, or if he was even in the holding cells, but he'd make up little lies if it meant keeping the breeder calm and giving him a bit of hope.
"What is your name by the way?" Bianca asked, taking note of the breeder's beautiful face and those intelligent, golden slitted eyes. "You look like you also came from Gehenna as we did." He smiled gently, placing his other hand lightly over the breeder's belly. He could feel the baby moving, shifting inside ready to come out.
"When you feel the baby start coming you need to take a deep breath and push, okay? Your body knows what to do. It's going to hurt like nothing you can imagine, but you can hold my hand if you want and just keep thinking about having him safely in your arms. It will be the best pain you've ever felt. I know, because had a baby once too." He said sadly, lowering his gaze a moment as he got ready to help the breeder along. Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Dec 1, 2012, 12:47am
“My name is Olabisi and I was a Jewel.” Olabisi hissed in pain, his hand suddenly gripping Bianca's hand tight as the contractions grew more intense. “I-I...My master wanted so much to see the birth of his child. He will be so heartbroken he missed it. Why can't I see him?”
“I'm sorry, they won't bring him here until they're ready to.” Jiao sighed. “Try to focus on the baby for now. You'll only distress yourself again otherwise.”
“But my master-aaaAAAHHHH!” Olabisi screamed, doubling over as pain wracked his body. Jiao shifted down further on the bed to peek between Olabisi's legs and his already wide eyes widened further.
“I think I see the baby's head coming!”
“Aaaaaahhhhh!” Olabisi wailed again and reflexively bared down, his body pushing. He could feel himself stretching, growing impossibly wide to allow the child that was passing between his splayed legs. All he could feel was pain and pressure and he crushed Bianca's hand in his grip as he pushed again with the next contraction. “Aaaah, it's going to tear me in half!”
“I know it feels that way, but you're doing fine!” Jiao chirped as he watched a head full of dark violet hair emerge from Olabisi's overtaxed breeding hole. “I can see the head, keep going!”
Olabisi was beyond hearing any words, his focus entirely narrowed to that searing point of pain at the core of his body. Jiao kept watch and before long there was a wet, squalling newborn on the bed with his father's violet hair and his mother's caramel skin.
“It's a male!” Jiao exclaimed excitedly, unable to hold back his excitement at seeing a true son. Olabisi had collapsed against the bed in a state of complete exhaustion, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Sweat covered him from head to toe and his hair stuck to his face in messy tendrils. Jiao quickly cleaned the child up and severed the rope still tethering it to Olabisi before he wrapped him up into a clean blanket and passed it to the tired breeder.
“Here he is...He's beautiful.” Jiao cooed as he carefully handed the newborn over to his rightful mother. He fairly bounced with excitement at seeing the new baby. Olabisi cradled the infant against his chest, tears running down his flushed cheeks.
“A son...” He whispered, reaching down and gently brushing his finger over a chubby cheek and was amazed by its softness. “There's so much of his father in him...” Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Dec 1, 2012, 1:07am
Bianca winced a little as Olabisi gripped his hand and squeezed it a little tighter than he would have liked, but he grinned and bared it knowing he was being supportive as Jiao helped. When the child was finally out and Ola released his hand he gave a small sigh of relief and moved to help Jiao clean up the child and prep him to give to his mother. "You are truly lucky Olabisi, a true son is good fortune." But you are not in Gehenna anymore... he will be a slave here. He thought bitterly, though he didn't dare say it.
It would take time before he'd be willing to tell Olabisi the truth about his situation. He was certain the breeder wouldn't take the news very well since most did not. The idea of raising a child in the basement of a brothel while still being forced to be a pleasure slave was not a good fate. Jiao and Raphael both struggled with trying to keep their little family together while also obeying every whim of the angels that desired them, even when they were made to do awful, vile things. Bianca tried not to think about it as he dampened a washcloth and gently dabbed at Olabisi's forehead to help cool him off and wipe away some of the sweat. "What are you going to call him?"
The baby cried for a moment until his large, golden eyes opened and he gazed at his mother. Olabisi's scent and warmth calmed him and his tiny little hand reached out and found his mother's hand. He wrapped his delicate fingers around one of Ola's and squeezed, making a pleased gurgling sound.
"So sweet. He's getting a good look at his mommy." Bianca smiled, remembering that one happy memory and feeling the nostalgia wash over him a moment. "I bet when he's older he will become best friends with Yuen. That's Jiao's little breeder." Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Dec 1, 2012, 1:16am
“My master wanted to name him.” Olabisi replied distractedly, all his focus now on the baby gurgling in his arms. A warmth filled him like nothing he had ever experienced before and he knew he was in love at first. He bent his head down and kissed the child's forehead, breathing in his youthful scent for a moment. “I'll wait for Eshu to name him. He'll be so happy to see he has a son.”
“Yuen is going to be so thrilled to see another baby.” Jiao smiled, “You did very well, you didn't even tear that much. When I had Yuen, I ripped a lot. There was so much blood that Raphael thought I was going to die. I guess the birth was hard for me because I'm so small.”
“Raphael...you mean that angel from earlier?” Olabisi's head snapped up and looked down at Jiao with wide eyes. “That creature fathered your child? How?”
“He's not a 'creature', he's my lover. And he fathered Yuen the same way your master fathered this one.” Jiao sniffed, lifting his chin. “And if you think that's strange, Bianca there regularly lays with a literal fox. I'm sure it won't be long before he's having kits himself.” Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Dec 1, 2012, 1:38am
The newborn baby gave Olabisi a big toothless grin when his mother kissed his forehead, happy and content to be near him. His little feet kicked under the blankets as his other hand reached out to paw his mother's face.
Bianca watched and was touched by the tender moment, glad that Raphael had saved him from that perverted woman and brought him here to help this sweet stranger and his baby. He was also grateful for Jiao's gentle way of easing Olabisi into a rather unsavory situation. When Jiao mentioned his ferali lover next, his cheeks turned a dark shade of purple. "It's true, we've become a lot more accepting of different peoples since we came here. You would be surprised how alike we all are, as if we all came from the same mold somehow. I've learned that there is good and evil in all cultures, and Raphael has proven to be a kind and gentle soul despite being an angel." He smiled and looked to Jiao knowing the breeder liked to hear good word of his lover.
Bianca then thought about his Ferali lover and wondered who he was likely being forced to service that evening. Both he and his siblings were quite popular in the brothel. The angels were fascinated by their shifted forms and their soft, lovely fur and the marvelous things they were capable of in bed. "I would like to have some kits." He sighed, hoping one day he too could have a child again. "My Master sold my baby to the Hall of Jewels, he had no choice... The law is the law, and my child was born a breeder. I'm sure he is alive and well, being groomed for the life we all shared. I just hope someday he gets bought by a kind master too." And that he never gets captured and brought up here. "As for my master, he... he didn't survive." Bianca remembered the day the Celestials came in and attacked them on their travels to Beseine. His Master fought them bravely, but there were too many and Bianca remembered the way he fell to the ground, all the life gone from him. The memory always left him with a cold feeling and made his stomach knot. It had only been five years ago since that day, but it felt as though it were yesterday. If not for his new lover, he was certain he'd stay bereft for the rest of his days.
"Anyway, you should rest Olabisi. I'll help Jiao clean up here and we'll find out if your Master Eshu is in the holding area first thing tomorrow morning. It's late and we should all get whatever sleep we can. If all goes well we can probably let you bring the baby in to see him." He smiled, then lowered his head politely before helping the other breeder pick up the soiled towels and clothing, hoping to make Olabisi more comfortable. Bianca silently prayed his Master was taken alive, for the breeder's sake and their baby. Bianca didn't want the new mother to be grief stricken as he had been, but that was all yet to be seen. He would be sure to look in the holding cells for anyone that bore resemblance to the baby. "I'll bring you some clothes as well. We are all like family here, we look for each other." The breeder then smiled at Jiao, knowing he'd take care of the newcomer as he gathered the soiled items and made his way out of the room.
The next morning...
Raphael stood before Variel, the sharp looking blonde woman who dealt with new acquisitions for the brothel. She had summoned him and another strong male to accompany her to Arfalun to collar their newest male stud and foist a sack of coin upon his kin, as if it that could make up for tearing a family apart. Raphael kept his face a neutral mask despite the anger he felt as he watched the shrewd woman pull out the document containing the brothel's crest; it was a simple piece of parchment that would seal an angel's fate. Another poor bastard joins the ranks... He thought bitterly as they made their way outside and took flight. Raphael hated being forced along for this sort of thing, but he was strong and if the newly collared male refused to come along peacefully he would be forced to subdue him and protect Variel at all costs. There were plenty of times he fantasized about attacking her instead, then making a mad dash someplace safe where he could to go into hiding and wait for a day he could slip through the Pearl gate. He yearned to be free, but he was bred to protect females and breeders and he could never bring himself to harm Variel as much as he despised her and her ilk. There was also Jiao and Yuen to worry about, and he would never abandon them.
After every ring ceremony Raphael was put up to this awful task, unwillingly seeking out the next generation of cattle. Many wealthy women and breeders that refused to take on Sires of their own used studs to get pregnant, either to have a family of their own or for a nastier purpose. There were those that hoped to birth studs and turn a hefty profit. Raphael could not imagine how heartless one must be to carry a child, then sell it off like a piece of furniture when the fruit of their labor ripened. Yet that was exactly what his mother had done to him. He sometimes thought about the place where he grew up on Rafi, raised by his mother's female lover and wife. Raphael could barely remember the face of the woman that gave birth to him. All he knew was that one of the studs from a different brothel was his father. The day he spilled his seed into the chalice, he could see the cruel smile on those thin lips. That was all he remembered of her. He cursed being born 'valuable.' If only he had been born an average male he could have at least had some profession and a chance at some sort of happiness. He was doomed before he ever hatched, robbed of any sort of a life with a loving family. If not for Jiao and Yuen, he would still be the same miserable man he had been for the past four decades since his slavery truly began.
As he glided along with Variel in the lead, Raphael tried to shove his painful thoughts aside and drink up the view of homes, gardens, parks, and colorful merchant districts. He watched as one island faded into the clouds and Arfalun began to appear. All around them was the slight cerulean glow of the magical barrier that ensconced all of the floating islands, preventing anyone from leaving or getting in without going through the Pearl gate. The only other way was through the enchanted key that Ariel kept on herself at all times. The male angel spent many a night scheming up a way to snatch it from her, but it wasn't simple given the woman was a powerful mage and could kill him easily if she wanted to. Raphael's flame-colored eyes scanned over the cozy looking cottages and greenery below as the house they had been seeking started to come into their view all too soon. It was rare for him to ever be allowed outside, and he inhaled the crisp morning air deeply as the golden rays of sunlight warmed his bronze skin. For a small moment he could at least pretend he was free, ignoring the other two angels beside him. He wished he could take Jiao and Yuen in his arms and show them how beautiful Elysium was, then take them away to a place where they could live a peaceful life, free from the bonds of slavery. If only there was a way to get Ariel's key and escape...
"This is the place." Variel spoke, snapping Raphael from his thoughts as she pointed to the cottage and swooped down to land by the front door. He knelt down beside her as the other male did and watched as she knocked and the wait began.
~~~
Zara twirled his fork through his scrambled eggs, unable to keep himself from eying Zachiel and noticing how he barely touched his own breakfast. Ever since he had been ringed, Zara felt him grow more and more distant and for the first time in his life he was truly afraid for his twin. When he had seen the broken and disheveled state of their bedroom on that awful day, he finally knew just how much Zachiel was suffering. Nothing would ever be the same for their family, and the day their father put him in his own room things only seemed to get worse. Week after week Zara watched as Zachiel came home from work late then holed himself up in his room, only coming out for meals or to bathe. When he tried to talk to his twin he could sense Zachiel was holding back and not being open with him the way he always had been in the past. That alone nearly drove the breeder mad and some days he just wanted to hold his brother and cry out his frustrations. To make matters worse, he was still in love with him and as much as he tried to deny it, the feelings never diminished. He didn't want his brother to grow apart from him or for things to change as they had, but there was nothing he could do. Zachiel was a slave, after all.
Loriel sat at the table, slicing a sausage in two and eating slowly as the silence in the room became deafening. The only lively one was Temriel, and even he noticed the changes in his older brother. The child did not understand what had been going on, but he knew the ceremony had something to do with it. Someday he would be next, and Loriel felt his heart break a little more as she watched him shoveling up his food the same way Zachiel used to do when he was small and innocent. Someday Zara would be all he had left, but he hoped the breeder would go out and have a family of his own. The house would be so empty and lonely with no husband and no children. Loriel felt his throat tighten, but forced himself to remain calm and not alarm his brood.
When the knock on the door finally came, Loriel nearly jumped, filling with a cold sense of dread. "J-just a moment..." He stammered, getting up from the table and opening the door to the tall woman and her kneeling entourage.
"I have come to take a male named Zachiel as ordered in this document, by the laws of the Queen of Elysium." She said as she broke the wax seal and unrolled the paper to show the stunned breeder. "He has been chosen for being a stud of remarkable potency, and he will do well in Ajma's top breeding house. We will take good care of him there, I assure you. Please accept this money in exchange for your fine slave." She said coldly, speaking of Zachiel as if he was an animal being sold to a farm to breed other livestock. She looked beyond Loriel and spotted him, though from her facial expression she looked rather disinterested. It was just a routine for her, one that grew tiresome over the years.
Loriel felt the breath leave his lungs and with trembling hands he reached out to take the money and the parchment, turning to look at his son with shame in his eyes as they began to water. He had no choice, he could not turn the woman away or else he'd be breaking the law and putting their entire family in jeopardy. "Come here... slave..." He said in a small voice, trying hard to detach himself from the situation and from his son. Zachiel was to be treated as the Queen's property now, whether he liked it or not. He knew this day was coming, but nothing could have ever prepared him for it.
Zara watched the entire scene unfold, mortified that his brother was being collected up to be locked away in a brothel for the rest of his days. "No..." He whispered, his hand squeezing his fork so hard the metal began to bend. He was going to lose the one man he wanted to be with, his other half... Tears of rage filled his eyes as he watched his father take the money and just allow everything to happen. No one ever fought back or defied the Queen, and Zara hated the helpless feeling that washed over him in that moment. He stood up then and marched over to the doorway, his feathers ruffling as he glared at the woman. "Zachiel is not going any-"
A hand lashed out then and Zara felt his father quickly slap his face, causing the breeder to double over in shock as he gripped his stinging jaw. The tears finally fell then and Zara looked to his brother in despair.
Temriel watched the scene unfold in horror, quickly running over to Zara to try and comfort the sobbing breeder. "Why did papa hurt you?" He asked in confusion. "Where's big brother going? He has to leave?"
"Zara, take Temriel and go upstairs. Now." Loriel said firmly, somehow finding the strength to be assertive. It was for their own good and he couldn't have his son shouting out his treasonous thoughts in front of their unwelcomed guest.
The breeder struggled to move, but he took his little brother's hand and tried to make way to the ladder that led upstairs. He gave Zachiel one last glance before disappearing from sight, knowing there was nothing he could say to him then; 'Goodbye' was too painful a word to speak.
Through everything that happened Raphael watched silently. How many more times would he have to bear witness to these atrocities? His jaw was tight and his heart went out to the teal haired breeder and his little sibling. From the look in their father's eyes, it was clear he was suffering as well. When he finally saw the male they came to collect he realized then why he was chosen. He was magnificent, with such sad looking copper eyes set in a gentle face, long teal hair and deep green wings. He looked exactly like his brother, only that he was completely male. He was so beautiful, and Raphael felt his heart go out to him more than it had for any other male. I wish I could help you young one... He thought sadly as he watched Variel pull out a golden collar and a chain, beckoning the teal-haired male to come kneel before her. Raphael and the other male stood up then, ready to restrain Zachiel in case he decided to fight the inevitable. If only we could wrap that chain around her neck. Soulless cunt! Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Dec 7, 2012, 1:14am
Less than a week after he had been ringed and after what happened in the bedroom he shared with his twin, which the household pointedly refused to talk about and tried their best to pretend never happened, Zachiel was moved into his own room as was proper. It was believed that after males matured, they were too dangerous to be kept in a room alone with young, vulnerable breeders or females. A mature male was like a beast, unable to control his lusts and destructive nature. They needed to be tamed. Zachiel had certainly not done anything to refute that stereotype, so he had to be moved for Zara's safety. Of course with their small home, his new room was barely bigger than a closet. There was only room enough for one narrow bed and a nightstand. Zachiel did not complain, had in fact withdrawn from his family since the ringing. He spent long hours at work and barely left his room save to eat meals and bathe. He no longer shared any affection with his family; the only thing Loriel received from him anymore was the income that he earned at his work. He seemed to be in a constant state of melancholy and even the tight bond he had with his twin was strained. He no longer confided in Zara as he once did. It was as if he had died the night of his tantrum.
Zachiel, as usual, was picking at his food when the knock at the door came. His lack of appetite had resulted in some weight loss over the weeks and he did not have the bulk that he once did. He did not look up when his father went to answer the door, but he did when he heard his name spoken. The fork dropped from his hand and he felt his gut twist as he met his father's gaze. He had a bill of sale in his hand and the bag of gold that had been shoved at him in another. Zachiel's breath rushed out of him as what his father said to him struck him like a blow. He numbly rose to his feet, hearing nothing but the blood rushing in his ears as he slowly walked to the door. A fine tremor ran through him and each step seemed to go on forever as his insides quivered like broken glass. He heard nothing, saw nothing but that bill of sale in his father's hand. That innocuous little piece of paper that was ending his life as effectively as any blade.
He was obedient; there was no fight in him and he knelt to allow the official to close the collar around his throat. It felt so tight around his neck. He couldn't breathe. Zachiel looked up at the official, who looked more bored than anything. Zachiel wondered at that; how could someone who was so wholly ruining a life look so...nonchalant? He remained on his knees, words like 'prime stud' 'excellent stock' and 'better in a breeding house' ringing in his ears. Breeding house. As if everyone didn't know what it really was. A whore house. Zachiel's fate was sealed. He would be trapped there until he died, the few freedoms he had completely ended the moment the collar was snapped around his neck. He would never see his family again, never have a chance at having one of his own. He had become exactly what he had expected when they had slipped that gold ring around his cock; a breeding bull.
He turned his head then and looked up at his father, the breeder who had raised him with nothing but love. Who looked anything but pleased by the gold resting heavily in his hand. With pain and tears in his eyes as he looked down at his eldest son, kneeling on the ground with a golden collar. Before he knew what he was doing, Zachiel rose up to his feet and swept his father in his arms, embracing him for the first time in weeks.
“I will never blame you for this. I will always love you.” He whispered vehemently into Loriel's ear as he squeezed him tight, breathing in the warmth and comfort of his scent for the last time and ignoring the irritated tugging on his leash. “You are always my father, no matter what. Please, don't remember me on my knees, but as your son.”
Zachiel let him go, finally allowing himself to be pulled back. His eyes shown bright and clear, lingering on Loriel a moment longer before he was forced to turn away and leave him behind. Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Dec 7, 2012, 11:52am
Loriel struggled hard not to sob as he watched his son be collared like an animal and chained. The tears kept threatening to spill over his eyes and when Zachiel finally rose to hug him, the breeder dropped the bag of gold and the letter in his hand, wrapping trembling arms around his precious boy. The words Zachiel whispered in his ear made him want to crumble right then, but he managed to reply back before the male was pulled away. "I will, I love you son. Always."
When they all took off in flight, Loriel was left staring at the open doorway. He finally fell to his knees, wracked by the sobs he could no longer hold back. His wailing filled the house and Zara could hear it from the top floor, cradling his crying little brother in his arms. Temriel did not know why Zachiel was going away, but the boy understood he was never coming back. Their shared grief was palpable and silently Zara vowed that he would fight back. He would find others like him that gave a damn and saw how insane their society was. He was willing to stand up to their Queen, make sacrifices and do what was right to put an end to it all. Someday he would see Zachiel freed, or he would die trying.
~~~
The flight back to the brothel had been a silent affair. Raphael stole a few glances at the teal-haired male from time to time, touched by how he broke the protocol to hug his father goodbye. The entire scene had made him uncomfortable and angry, though his anger would do him no good. He was helpless, just as chained down as Zachiel was with a tight gold ring around the base of his cock. He was no better than a doormat to be stepped on, or a dog that had to be obedient even if the master was cruel and abusive. A few of the women and breeders he'd been forced to service were, and he remembered the bruises and cuts they left him with as parting gifts. The worst were the ones that got pleasure from making him hurt Jiao, and if he could have he'd rather lash them with whips and hang them from the ceiling by chains. Yet there were a few gentle and even kind clients, bringing him gifts and doing their best to make him enjoy his time as much as they did. After decades of having to fuck all kinds of angels, he'd learned how to act and pretend. His acting was so good, in fact, it had landed him a few extra responsibilities, such as going out as a body guard while Variel acquired new slaves or helping newcomers become familiar with the brothel. He was certain he'd be giving Zachiel the guided tour of his new, fancy prison before guiding him to the room where he'd be branded. He raised his hand and looked at his left wrist, seeing the ugly circular scar with the brothel's crest in the center forever marring his skin and marking him as their property.
"Get a good look, slave. This is your new home." Variel spoke up, finally breaking the silence as she pointed out the brothel. The House of Secret Pleasures was a massive, rose-marble structure, nearly rivaling the Queen's own palace in its size and grandeur. From up above Raphael could see that it almost looked like a pale pink and white flower with six round or oval shaped buildings all connected together with a rectangular foyer in the front. Between each building were gardens and an expansive courtyard that lay behind the foyer before the dining room. The functioning parts of the building were three stories high, not including the unknown area of the basement that Raphael was well acquainted with. The unused parts reached high into the sky with airy, open towers made of ornately carved pillars that sprung up above the rounded spire rooftops. There were tall, arched windows and vaulted ceilings, sculptures of elegant, idealized male angels kneeling with pitchers over their shoulders. Water poured out from them and fell down to the fountains below that wrapped all around the the front half of the building. Had it not been a house of slavery, Raphael might have thought it to be impressive and beautiful. Many a slave toiled to build it, and likely many died in the process as well.
When they finally landed, Variel led them up the curved stairway into the foyer. The doorway was a massive arch, and two female guards pulled open the heavy wooden doors to let Variel and the three slaves inside. The interior spared no expense either; the floors were tiled with a checkered pattern of rose quartz and white marble polished to a mirror shine. A long carpet runner ran through the center of the room colored a dark, rose red. The ceiling by the doorway was arched with hanging chandeliers and hundreds of candles while the rest of the ceiling was flat with a round, stained glass dome in the center. It allowed in plenty of sunlight to filter through the colorful imagery of their 'beloved' queen on her throne with two gallant looking slaves on their knees, flanking her sides. The walls were a mixture of matte carved marble and polished rose quartz marble framing the lower halves. All around were deep red loveseats and chairs to accommodate the guests. There were pedestals with nude male statuettes before the larger interior pillars that gave the architecture a sturdy appearance. Near the far doorway was a long wooden desk where two women sat with their black leather books, ready to schedule appointments and keep written record of all those who came and went.
Variel led the slaves to the desk and signed one of the books, making note of the new acquisition as well as the return of the other two pieces of property accompanying her. "All went well. Have a look at him. I'll give him a day before someone buys his virginity for a high price. This is the stud Ariel told us about from the most recent ring ceremony. His papers are all ready and I'm sure he will pull in good money." She smirked, eying Zachiel with a cold indifference. "You may return to your room now." She said to the other male that had accompanied them. He bowed his head then and left as Raphael watched before Variel turned her attention to him. "You will show the new slave around, taking him through each of the buildings and telling him what will be expected of him. His room will be the vacant one across from yours. When you're done with the tour, you will be expected to bring him to the branding station. I will be there waiting for you in two hours. Don't be late or expect a swift punishment."
Raphael bowed his head low after a nod and Variel handed him Zachiel's leash. He straightened up then and looked to the teal-haired male, knowing he was likely terrified and anxious. They all were the first time, even him. "Let us be off then." He said as two more guards opened the door leading out into the garden courtyard. It was lush and fragrant with plenty of red flowers, mostly roses and poppies. In the center was a round fountain with a carved image of the queen and two men kneeling and gently touching her shapely legs, looking as though they were about to kiss her feet. Raphael sneered at it, despising the tyrant Queen. She, and all the queens that came before her, were the ones most responsible for their slavery. He turned to Zachiel then, his face returning to a more placid state. "My name is Raphael, by the way. As you can guess this is the courtyard. This brothel is your home now and if you are not servicing the patrons or being ordered to do something, you are free to come out here any time and relax. This is one of the few places where you can soak up the sunlight and be outdoors. We're not allowed to ever go out, unless of course we're ordered to go with one of the headmistresses. Everything you've known or seen will become a memory soon..." He knew his words would likely sting a bit, but the more years that went by the less he cared to sugar coat the truth of things.
Raphael turned then, going straight ahead down the cobblestone path towards the massive dining hall. Once again a pair of guards opened the doors, eying the new slave and grinning as their gaze wandered over a lean body. Inside the dining hall was a massive, vaulted ceiling and around the circular room were long darkwood tables with red fabric draped over the tops. There were several rooms, ones for the guests to eat which was the main dining hall they stood in, the kitchens, and the dining area for the slaves. Raphael looked around, watching the younger slave boys pour wine for a group of breeders at one of the round tables. He recognized Nemiel and the boy looked up at him with large violet eyes, mustering a small smile. Raphael returned the gesture then explained the layout to Zachiel, showing him around to each area before moving on.
One hour had passed and Raphael had shown Zachiel the exhibition room, the auction stage, the arts room, the bondage room, and finally the upstairs with massive windowed halls and doors to all of the rooms. Two floors were devoted to housing the brothel's slaves and Raphael and Zachiel were on the second. He led the male to his assigned bed chamber, pushing open the double doors and revealing a room that was just as expensive looking as the rest of the place. The mattress was massive, big enough for six angels with a sturdy, cherrywood frame and translucent, red canopy fabric draped over it and around the sides. There was plenty of matching furniture and even a private bathroom with a large round tub and shelves full of fragrant oils and exotic soaps near the back left-hand side of the room. On the right wall beside the bed was a large set of drawers with a cushioned chair and a large mirror, framed with ornately carved wood. On the other side was an armoire that could house all kinds of clothing, already stocked with a few of the basic wraps and togas. "This is your room. A far cry from what you likely had at your old home I'm sure, but you'll get used to it. Luckily we do have well-paid servants to take care of things for us here since this is a high-end establishment, so you won't have to worry about washing your clothes or bedding. They come in once a day to tidy things up if you've finished up with a client or... a few."
Raphael walked over to the dresser, gazing at himself in the mirror for a moment. He had been wearing a white silken loincloth that went nearly down the floor with a golden chain wrapped around his waist and little charms dangling from it. His torso was nude aside from the necklaces, arm wraps, and bracers he wore that matched the gold on his waist. His long, orange-red hair was tied back in a loose ponytail with his long bangs framing his face. "Each slave has a schedule to follow every day. You're expected to bathe, primp and look your absolute best before leaving your room. In the mornings we eat our breakfast, then go to the exhibition room to look pretty and entertain the guests. If you get an interested client and an appointment is set, a headmistress will fill you in on the details. You'll find out what room you'll be going to if it's not here, and she will tell you what the client likely expects, so be ready. There are also plenty of times the guests want you to service a fellow slave, regardless of where you are. If they ask something of you, you do it without hesitation. Since you're new and likely a virgin... you'll probably be going onto the auction stage first thing. The wealthy buyers will be vying to claim your innocence and have a bidding war over who gets to bed you first." Raphael remembered that day all too well when an ill-tempered, spoiled breeder won his virginity and he was forced into bed, unwilling and unprepared. He had heard that the breeder had gotten pregnant from him that night, though that was all he knew. If his child was a male, he was surely sold to some brothel or another or serving the breeder that birthed him. He likely sired lots of children, though he would never see or know any of them except for his precious Yuen.
"As a stud you will also be asked to impregnate clients that want children. Don't expect to ever see any of the fruit of your loins, because you won't unless down the road they become a part of this brothel. It has happened on occasion. Also, there is a small chance someone may come along with large pockets and wish to buy you away from here. In all the decades I have been here, no one has been able to afford the price the owners ask for valuable gold-ringed studs like us. It's usually the silver-rings and bronze-rings that get sold off to serve in someone's household. You may as well consider this your permanent home now and not waste energy dreaming of being saved from here by some kindly woman or breeder with a big estate, unless the Queen herself wants to take you. The whole system here is rigged by the owners anyway, and the odds are never in our favor. We make more money for the brothel by being here than we would being sold off." Raphael took a deep breath then and turned to face Zachiel. "Well, I believe I've showed you all there is to see and yammered at you enough. If you ever need anything, my room is right across from yours and if I'm not strapped to the bed or with some bitch or another, I'd be more than happy to help you." He then looked over to the grandfather clock in the corner of the room, noting the time. "You have an hour to do whatever you please, then I have to take you to get your brand." He held up his hand and showed Zachiel the scar there. "It'll hurt like hell for a week or so, but luckily it's the only time they ever stick us with the hot poker. We are cattle after all." He then reached out to remove the chain from Zachiel's collar, getting a good close look into the other male's eyes. He was so gentle looking and Raphael wondered what kind of a man he was. He set the chain down on the dresser then, pulling away and heading towards the door. "I'll be in my room if you need me. Consider me a friend, Zachiel. We have to help each other or we'd likely all hang ourselves with the bed sheets." He smiled, joking a bit as he turned to leave the room. Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Dec 10, 2012, 2:33am
Zachiel was silent during the flight, turned in on himself as he tried to come to terms with what had just happened to him. If not for the lead he wore, there was no doubt he would have flown into a building with as little attention he paid to his surroundings. He saw nothing but his father's distraught expression in his eyes, heard over and over his final whispered words of love, the last that Zachiel would no doubt ever hear again. Certainly there would be no warmth or love to be found where he was going now. There would be only one purpose for him now for the rest of his life and it all rested in his loins. At this point in his despair, he would have cut it off if he could and just tossed it to the bitches that would be controlling his life now. It was all they wanted anyway.
He remained lost in his melancholy, distracted until they finally began to slow as the breeding house came into view. It was then he deigned to look around and what he saw took his breath away. For a moment he forgot it was his prison he viewed as they flew over the great structure that sprawled like a giant flower in bloom, its 'petals' made of delicate pink marble. The building only became more impressive when they landed and walked inside. He looked around with wide eyes, having never seen anything nearly so grand on Arfalun. It was a place that towered over its occupants and he felt small, an awestruck child seeing the world for the first time. It was apparent that only master artisans had ever been allowed to touch anything in the place. From the carved walls, to the polished tile, to the gilded furniture, everything was beautiful beyond compare. Even the slaves who roamed everywhere matched their surroundings and many made him blush as he viewed their nubile, masculine forms.
Zachiel was so distracted by his new surroundings that he heard nothing that was said by the woman who had purchased him, indeed had forgotten all about what had happened until the male that had accompanied her called his attention. It all came rushing back in then and the gravity of the situation hit him like a fist in his gut. The brief wonder that had lit him vanished swiftly under the shadow of despair and he turned meek and timid again as he listened to Raphael, as he called himself, describe the details of his new life. He lowered is head and obediently followed after the older male, feeling as if his throat was closing tighter with every step until he was choking with grief. The beauty of the structure was soon spoiled by the sight of the depravity that took place in every room and the knowledge that soon those perversions would all too soon be practiced on him. The only room that did not cause him to feel ill was the last, which Raphael said was to be his room. He was again taken aback by the grandeur of the space, the luxury that filled it, until the other male began detailing what would be occurring within its walls.
His stomach twisted and he leaned heavily against one of the bedposts as Raphael spoke of his new duties, impregnating anyone who paid for it and servicing them any way they saw fit. That he would soon be siring dozens of children and would never know any of them unless they too had the misfortune to be sold here. Even then, would he know them? Or would they just pass each other in the hall, just two slaves trudging through their dreary lives? The thought made him sick and his skin grew even paler than it already was.
“Has anyone tried it?” Zachiel asked quietly, looking back at Raphael before the male left. “To kill themselves? It's the only way to really escape this place, isn't it...” Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Dec 10, 2012, 7:33pm
Raphael paused before the door, then quickly spun around to face Zachiel, walking right back up to the angel. He gazed into his eyes with a level of intensity and concern, reaching out to grip his shoulders. "If you're thinking about killing yourself, don't. There are worse things than death for those who've tried." He lowered his hands then and sat down on the edge of the bed, patting a spot for Zachiel. The poor angel looked so bereft and Raphael knew exactly what he was going through. It was only going to get worse before it got better, but he hoped he could at least help ease Zachiel into it. When he was sold off by his mother, he had no one to tell him what to expect. It all came as an unpleasant surprise and there were many days he too wished he was dead. "If you get caught or if even a single rumor gets out that you want to kill yourself, the headmistresses will lock you in a solitary room devoid of anything you could possibly use to harm yourself with and your hands will be chained up. Most of the slaves in solitary confinement eventually go mad, lost in their minds until they begin to babble endlessly to themselves, laughing at their own jokes and living some fantasy that isn't real. The worst part is they're still used for sex or breeding. There's no escape from it; the headmistresses love the money we bring in."
Raphael went silent for a minute, giving Zachiel time to absorb everything. "If you need to cry it's okay, at least with me. In time you'll learn to trust and care for your fellow brothers here. We're your family now and we look out for each other." Raphael gazed into those sad eyes, wishing he could take the angel in his arms and hold him. Zachiel needed comfort, all the newcomers did. "You know, they may have our bodies but they will never have our souls. Your mind, your heart, your memories... they can't take that away from you. Knowing that makes it a little easier to get by each day." Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Dec 10, 2012, 8:31pm
"...No, they just take everything else." Zachiel muttered, turning his back to Raphael and wrapping his arms around himself. "I'll never see my family again or even be able to have a family of my own. I'll never have a wife or children that I can keep... Everything is over for me before it had a chance to begin."
Zachiel drew his wings in around himself and shook his head. "Thank you for the tour, Raphael. I think I'd like to be alone for now, though. If you don't mind." Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Dec 10, 2012, 8:40pm
Raphael stood up, watching as Zachiel withdraw into himself. "I'll be back in an hour to bring you down for the brand. I'm sorry this had to happen to you..." The tall male then made his way out, still worried Zachiel might foolishly try to kill himself if he was left alone. All he could do was hope the angel would endure and find strength in himself.
~~~
The hour had gone by all too quickly when Raphael found himself escorting the angel to the branding room. It was only the size of a small bedroom with a cast iron pit in the center of the floor, burning with hot coals. Variel stood over it, dipping the metal rod into the pit and letting the poker heat up to a bright glow. The only other object in the room was a tall narrow table with two leather straps and buckles and some supplies kept in a carved basket hanging from the side. Variel motioned for Raphael to guide Zachiel over to it and strap down the arm that would be branded to keep it still with the wrist facing upright. Raphael hated this task as much as all the others that involved him causing bodily harm to others, or aiding the cause of pain.
"I'm sorry." He whispered to Zachiel, reaching out to take his left forearm in his hands. He positioned it on the table, working to close the straps tightly as Variel pulled the poker out and drew it towards Zachiel's tender flesh. Raphael then pulled out a piece of wood wrapped in leather, moving it up to Zachiel's mouth. "You're going to want to bite down on this. Trust me."
In the next moment the flaming hot poker came down on Zachiel's wrist, stamping the brothel's crest forever into his skin. The sickening smell of burning flesh rose in the air along with smoke and a queer crackling sound. Variel then pulled it away, looking as bored as she had earlier that day when she came to take Zachiel away from his family. "Put the salve on it and a clean bandage. I'll have a servant bring some fetching silks to his room to change into, including silks for his auction. In a month's time you will go onto the stage looking presentable, slave. Your virginity is a prized asset, as well as your virility. You will more than earn back the money I gave to your father, I'm sure." Variel smirked, reaching out to trace a hand over Zachiel's chest. "You don't even have a gem, but you're quite a fine specimen. Raphael, I want you with him as often as you can fit in your schedule. You may teach him things about the art of pleasure, but he is not to be defiled. He may not penetrate you, nor you him, but you both may engage in filatio or use your hands on each other's cocks. If Zachiel wishes to finger your hole, he may do so, but his hole will remain untouched. I also expect you to show him how to fuck. Use Nemiel, he's a willing little slut."
Variel then moved in closer to Zachiel, running a nail gently across his jawline. "You will learn by watching them. While virgins are prized, our clients will at least expect you to know where to put your cock." The woman then pulled away, leaving the room.
Raphael unstrapped Zachiel's arm, then gently patted on some soothing salve to help numb the pain and heal the flesh faster. Carefully he wrapped the bandages around it. When he was finished, he moved in front of Zachiel and did what he had wanted to do all day long. He reached out for the younger male, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him in for a hug, whether he wanted it or not. Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Dec 10, 2012, 10:40pm
Zachiel spent his hour alone curled up in his luxurious new bed and feeling cold at the prospect of his new life. By the time Raphael came for him again, he was numb and said nothing to the other male as he lead him away to be branded, like cattle. He stared blankly ahead while he followed Raphael like a good little cow and let him strap him to the table. It was almost like being in a waking dream. He had the oddest sensation of floating outside himself. He was soon jolted awake by the hot brand that suddenly seared into his flesh and he screamed around the piece of wood in his mouth, his body arching reflexively in an attempt to get away. Tears poured from his eyes and his stomach rolled at the smell of his own sizzling flesh. He looked up at Variel with watery eyes, unable to focus on her words around the bright hot pain in his wrist.
The salve Raphael rubbed on him was little help, too slow in numbing the pain. Zachiel's first instinct when he was unstrapped was to try and curl into himself, clutching his injured arm to his chest as he sobbed quietly. He found himself crying against Raphael's chest instead and he didn't fight the other male. Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Dec 10, 2012, 11:11pm
Raphael let Zachiel pour out his grief and pain, gently patting his back as the angel sobbed. "Just let it all out. You'll be safe with me, no one else will hurt you." He said in a gentle tone, hoping it would be of some comfort to the other male. They stood like that a long while and Raphael ran a hand gently through Zachiel's hair, marveling at the color a moment. "You're very sensitive. A place like this is going to be harder on you than on most I fear, but you'll get through it. Come, I'll bring you back to your room. I imagine you'll want to hole yourself up for a while and try to make sense of everything. It's perfectly understandable." Raphael knew the angel was probably going to slip into a depression and just lay curled up in bed all day, not eat a bite or move an inch. They all went through the motions, though each in varying degrees. He'd seen it enough times to know, and each time he yearned more and more for a solution... a way out. There had to be some way to get out of the brothel and escape their gilded prison.
When they finally arrived back to Zachiel's room he led the angel over to his bed for him to lay down. "I'm going to go for a while. I have to see someone. If you want I can bring you your dinner this evening so you don't have to go anywhere." The angel headed for the door then, glancing back at Zachiel with concern in his eyes. "Try to be well, friend."
~~~
Raphael slipped into Jiao's room, hoping the breeder would be there and not in the arms of some client or another. What he saw was Yuen sitting beside the dark-skinned breeder that had given birth, holding a tiny squalling babe in his arms. He watched and a smile slowly curled his lips, though he stayed by the doorway so as not to alarm the breeder. He had missed the birthing process, having been occupied by that woman who initially wanted to bed Bianca. He hadn't seen Jiao or Yuen since that evening and his heart ached for both of them. They were his only happiness and his release from misery. After his trying day being forced to take another angel away from his home and indoctrinate him into the slave system, he needed a bit of rest from it all.
Bright blue eyes looked up then and Yuen smiled when he saw his sire in the doorway. "Olabisi, that's my Sire! Sire look, this is Olabisi and his baby. Isn't he cute? He came from his belly! I didn't know where babies came from. Mama told me I came from his belly too." The child said, intrigued and excited by what he had learned. He then looked at the un-named baby and started to make a silly face, gaining tiny giggles in response. "I want a baby too, they're fun!"
Raphael shook his head at that and looked to the breeder he now knew as Olabisi. He then tried to speak the demon tongue, hoping not to frighten the demon as he had the prior evening. "Your baby... beautiful. Yuen say... want baby too. Sorry I intrude." He then switched back to his native tongue. "Yuen, where is your mother?"
"Mama is in the atrium, he wanted to get some sunshine and look at the flowers. Bring me back a flower too?"
"I will, sweetheart. I promise. You be good." He smiled, waving to his child and then bowing his head respectfully to Olabisi before he made his way out of the room towards the atrium. It was the equivalent of the courtyard up above only the sun was made of magic and completely artificial, as was the blue sky. It was the only place that at least gave the demons the feel of being outdoors, and Raphael knew it was Jiao and Yuen's favorite place. The fragrance of roses was thick in the air and pleasant to the senses, lush green vines grew over silver trellises. The grass on the ground was soft under his bare feet and there was even a breeze, the air warm and clean. There were a few trees as well and songbirds that lived in them, brought in from the outside and kept alive. In the center was a fountain like the one above, only the statue in the center was yet another stolen demon item. It was a naga with six arms and flanking his sides were two breeders. It showed how different the demon's culture was, completely opposite their own.
As Raphael strolled through the courtyard he spotted that lovely pale skin and thick blonde hair. His heart sped up and he moved faster, catching the breeder in his arms from behind and moving in to lace that tender neck with a string of kisses. "Jiao, I missed you." He breathed, inhaling the breeder's sweet scent. "I love you, Jiao." Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Dec 11, 2012, 12:42am
The atrium was where Jiao tended to spend most of his time, when he wasn't looking after Yuen or seeing to clients. He had always loved being outdoors, surrounded by green and bathing in the sunlight. Even with his fair skin, he enjoyed basking in the warmth. Even the artificial sunlight offered some warmth, but it was no substitute for the real thing. Often he had spent many an hour in the grass, wondering if he would ever feel the true sun's rays shining on his face again.
Of course, when his beloved angel surprised him as he did now, he felt a different sort of warmth entirely. “Raphael.” The petite blond giggled, tilting his head to allow the bigger male more access to his sensitive neck. Every touch of Raphael's lips sent a shiver up his spine and he turned in the angel's arms to face him, turning his deceptively innocent face up to steal a kiss from his lover. He had to stretch up on his toes to do so, as small as he was, barely coming up to Raphael's chest. He slid his slender arms around the angel's neck and wove his fingers through his bright orange hair. “Mmm, want you to love Jiao...”
His smile turned impish and he hooked a leg around Raphael's, sliding the smooth limb up until his toes were curled around the angel's firm buttocks. The moments where they could touch each other as they wanted were few and far between and Jiao, despite his cherubic looks, was quite amorous when his lover was around. His outfit was scant, the little skirt riding up around his wide hips as he moved against Raphael. He bent his head and licked one of the angel's nipples before catching the ring in his teeth and giving it a light tug. Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Dec 11, 2012, 1:03am
Although Jiao was not an angel breeder, his body still had a similar effect on Raphael. The breeder's sweet scent caught Raphael's nose and the angel could smell his lover's sudden arousal. He could feel how his lover warmed up when he held him; it was like an electrical attraction, something he only felt for the demon. His lips met Jiao's eagerly to return his wanton kisses as he held his lover close, lifting him up as Jiao's legs wrapped around him. Raphael carried the breeder over to their favorite spot beneath a tree in a patch covered in wildflowers. A grin lit his face when Jiao nipped at his pierced nipple, making the little nub of flesh harden to the touch along with another part of his body. His cock made his silks puff out in a sizable tent, thick and long. He laid the breeder down in the soft bed of grass, letting his hands slide along Jiao's body as his hips ground against the breeder's thigh. His lover's midriff was exposed and his fingers caressed the soft, pale flesh, tracing the patterns of the inked cherry blossom petals from his tattoos. Raphael leaned down and took Jiao's lips with his own again, this time for a deeper, more passionate kiss while his hands worked that little skirt up over his lover's curvy hips.
"Mmmm I want you bad." He purred, moving lower to pull down the breeder's top enough to expose a pink nipple. He flicked his tongue out at it, rolling it around and suckling at the tender bud, then nibbling it lightly with his teeth. All the while, one of his hands found it's way to Jiao's cock and he stroked the hardening flesh just the way his lover liked, paying extra attention to the sensitive area just under the tip. His fingers then rubbed the empty space where his sac used to be. Raphael had taken a long while to get used to that, appalled by whoever had cut him and taken them away. Moving a little lower he traced the slick, pink little hole; that warm inviting place that he longed to bury himself in. He slid down Jiao's body then, wanting to taste him. Had Jiao been an angel it would be a risky move and he could be sent into a heated mating frenzy, but the demon's chemistry was a little different. It still drove Raphael wild, however, and he let his tongue dart out to lap at the breeder's core, drinking in his sweet nectar. He dipped his tongue in and out, swirled it round and round until he created the perfect friction. At the same time he did not neglect that lovely cock, still stroking it from tip to base. Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Dec 11, 2012, 1:24am
Jiao held tight to Raphael when he picked him up and carried him to a more secluded space, a space they used quite often, his laughter ringing out light and sweet. There was nothing but joy in the sound; unlike many of his fellow captives, Jiao had not given in to the despair of being imprisoned. After he had gotten over the initial fright of being captured, he remained as effervescent and bubbly as he had been in Beseine, with only the occasional off day. Having Raphael had certainly helped in maintaining his optimism; the angel had his heart and Jiao had gladly given it to him.
“Raphael!” Jiao gasped when the angel teased one of his sensitive nipples and a wave of pleasure rolled through him, making his curvy backside arch up off the soft grass. He bit his full, pink bottom lip between his teeth and buried his fingers in Raphael's hair again, curling the soft locks around his fingers. He loved the bigger male's hair and often dreamed of giving him another child, this time with the angel's vibrant locks instead of his own soft blond ones. His legs parted of their own accord when Raphael's hands roamed lower and wrapped around his hard cock. He groaned softly, tossing his head back and lifting his hips into the male's touch. Even the empty space where his balls had once been seemed to flame when Raphael touched him there. The surgeon who had cut him had done an excellent job, leaving only a light scar behind. Jiao could still remember the look of surprise on Raphael's face when he had seen him there and saw them missing, unable to understand that Jiao did not mind their loss. His cock still worked and provided pleasure; it was not as if he had lost much.
The little blond cried out when Raphael took to him with his tongue; the male was skilled indeed and Jiao went wild with every stroke. His voice rang out like a silver bell, his moans musical with his sheer delight. The combined effort of Raphael's hand and tongue together, stroking his cock and his breeding hole was maddening. Jiao cursed him and praised him in each breath, his little body trembling and writhing under his lover until his breeding hole clamped tight around Raphael's tongue and unleashed a flood of sweetness upon it. At the same time his cock twitch and spilled forth a stream of its thin, milky seed, dribbling down Raphael's fingers. Jiao screamed out his pleasure, his body flushed a fetching pink from head to toe and the flowers that had wreathed his hair falling as he tossed his head against the grass. Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Dec 11, 2012, 1:47am
The sound of Jiao's lilting voice was heavenly in his ears. Every moan and gasp, every word whether it be in the demonic tongue or angelic made Raphael want the breeder even more. When Jiao's orgasm came the angel drank up his sweet fluids, kissing that lovely hole the way he'd kiss his lover's lips. He then slid his tongue up across Jiao's cock, cleaning up the stiff piece of flesh before it began to soften. He reached down his own body then, pushing his silks aside so his cock could hang free, heavy and stiff. He moved his body and aligned himself with Jiao, pressing his member against that tiny hole as he worked himself inside with practiced grace. Jiao was so tight and small compared to him, he had used to wonder if it was even possible to fit himself inside. Everything about Jiao was petite and adorable, and looking at the breeder's sweet face he felt such bliss. The happiness Jiao brought to his life more than made up for the pain and sadness he'd endured for so many decades.
As he pushed inside of his lover deeper, he gently cupped Jiao's round cheek and leaned in to kiss those full, pink lips softly. "I wish we could have another baby... I love you and Yuen so much, you both make me so happy." He said softly, for a moment thinking of Zachiel and all the other sad youths up above that likely never knew the kind of love and ecstasy he felt. Raphael began moving his hips then, making sure Jiao was comfortable before speeding up the pace. Regardless of how many clients he had to service each day, he always had plenty of stamina where Jiao was concerned and soon he was bucking like a rutting bull. His hips snapped forward and his cock stretched his lover to the limit, drilling deep inside that velvety heaven.
The angel lost himself then, feeling Jiao's heat intermingle with his own as their bodies entwined in the most intimate way. He moaned and whispered words of love and praise as every thrust brought him higher and higher to sheer bliss. He could feel his balls growing tight and feel his own heart thumping and racing hard in his chest. His wings drew down on either side of Jiao as if to protect him, his feather's ruffling as his pleasure mounted. Before long Raphael was crying out, emptying his thick seed deep inside of his lover. He prayed it would take root and that Yuen would have a little sibling. Having seen how happy his child was to hold that baby, he could think of nothing he wanted more. "Ahhh! Jiao!" He panted, wrapping his arms around the breeder and rolling onto his back, keeping Jiao on top. His cock was still nestled deep inside his lover and he wanted to keep it there as long as he could. "You're so beautiful." He cooed, brushing some of the breeder's lovely locks behind one of his long ears. He gazed up into those soulful eyes, nearly getting lost in them. Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Dec 11, 2012, 2:08am
Jiao welcomed Raphael into his body eagerly, wanting nothing more than to be closer to the male, to feel him inside. The sight of Raphael's thick, long cock filled him with excitement. He had spent many hours worshiping that cock, tracing every hot inch of it with his tongue as well as the heavy, smooth pair of balls beneath it. Although no matter how ready he was for it, it was still an effort to get it in; he was just too small and Raphael always stretched him to his limit and beyond, it seemed. There was never a time it had not hurt at first, but Jiao learned to enjoy that part of it as well. The pain quickly faded into hot bliss when Raphael started pumping his hips into the cradle provided by Jiao’s.
“Mmm...Raphael.” Jiao sighed against Raphael's lips, all the passion and love in that soft collection of syllables that rolled off his tongue the way the angel's had. He kept Raphael's lips on his, opening his mouth and letting the angel's tongue penetrate him the same way he did between his legs, tasting himself on his lover's lips. It did not take long for Raphael to become a rutting beast and Jiao could do little more than hold on for the ride as he was rocked to his core. Every thrust went deeper than the last and their kisses degenerated into an animalistic twisting of tongues and lips. Jiao cried out when Raphael's hips snapped forward and he felt as if the angel's cock was pouring its seed directly into his womb, as deep as he was. Jiao rolled his hips with every pulse, milking every drop of come and pleasure he could until Raphael suddenly rolled them over. He yelped in surprise, then groaned as gravity forced him further down on that thick pole. He tossed his head back and rolled his hips again, grinding into his lover until he reached his own climax.
He cried out his lover's name as tremors shook his little form, his skin flushing darker pink and his toes curling in the grass. His nails dug into Raphael's lower belly, digging in little crescent cuts just above his cock. The breeder went limp afterward, completely spent. Sweat dewed on his pinked skin and he looked down at Raphael with a tired smile, love shining in his big blue eyes.
“Love you.” He whispered. “Always.” Never had he thought those words would be passing his lips for a male before. Certainly he had not expected to love his master, had hoped only to at least be able to tolerate him. Raphael filled his heart like none had ever before, at least not until Yuen. He leaned down and curled up against the angel's broad chest, shifting his hips to keep his lover inside him as long as possible. Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Dec 11, 2012, 2:23am
Raphael watched in delight as Jiao continued to take his pleasure, riding on top of him while his cock was still rock hard. The breeder milked him of all the seed he had to give in that moment and when Jiao came he felt his cock pulse, releasing a bit more of his come. Those tight muscles clenched him hard and there was no sensation more exquisite. He loved the sight of Jiao as his back arched and those plump lips parted with a moan of sheer pleasure. The sight of his lover in orgasm was almost enough to get him going again.
"I love you too." He smiled, wrapping his arms around Jiao when the breeder rested against his chest. He reached over and plucked a vibrant purple flower from the earth, placing the stem behind the breeder's ear and arranging the petals against his hair. "I saw Yuen holding the new breeder's baby. I am glad it all went well." He said gently, caressing the breeder's earlobe back and forth. "I missed you both. It's been a long day for me, having to take care of a new slave. He's a golden stud... Poor boy was taken from his family. It was awful to watch and worse to be a part of." Raphael held the breeder a little tighter then. There was always the possibility that the headmistresses could separate him from Jiao and Yuen someday, so he knew never to take these precious moments for granted. There was no way of ever knowing what could happen to any of them since they were all at the mercy of the Queen and her underlings. "Any news on new demon slaves?" Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Dec 11, 2012, 2:29am
Jiao frowned and wrapped his arms around Raphael when he spoke of the brothel's newest acquisition. The angel always seemed down whenever he had to bring someone new in and Jiao understood then why Raphael had risked seeking him out. Usually the angels who seemed to have run of the place did not really like the slaves they allowed among the demons to roam back and forth too freely between them. He placed a gentle kiss against Raphael's chest and shook his head.
"Didn't ask. No one else new showed up." He shrugged and closed his eyes, just enjoying the light touch of Raphael's fingers against his ear. It was soothing and he sighed softly. "Wish you stay. Want you later." Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Dec 11, 2012, 2:37am
Raphael sighed, rubbing Jiao's back and just enjoying his warmth and sweet smell. His cock slowly grew soft, but still remained within his lover. There was nowhere he would rather be than connected as one with the incubus. "Variel wants me to stay with the new boy. I want to stay with you though, my love... but I cannot stay long." His tone was apologetic and he felt guilty and torn between his duties up above and his duties below as lover, father, and caretaker to the demons he had grown to care about.
Raphael remembered then the handfasting bracelets he had for Jiao, his brows furrowing as he lamented over never having time to properly propose and secretly marry the breeder. He knew he'd have to find time, somehow, but he wanted the moment to be memorable and special. It would feel cheap if he only got to give Jiao his bracelet and then leave him for a day or two. "Jiao... be my wife." The words slipped from his mouth then, bracelets or no bracelets. "I want to marry you." Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Dec 11, 2012, 11:20pm
Jiao had been happily dozing off, enjoying the warmth of Raphael's body and his soothing touches. He listened with half an ear to what the angel said, unable to completely ignore him after years of training to never ignore a master's voice. Despite the fact that Raphael was a slave as well, Jiao could not help but view the male as the dominant figure and sometimes treat him as he would the man who would have been his master.
"Alright." Jiao mumbled into Raphael’s chest, half-asleep, in that state of mind where he would have answered yes to anything asked of him by that deep male voice. "Anything you want..." Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Dec 11, 2012, 11:42pm
Raphael felt elated from Jiao's reply, though he wasn't certain the sleepy breeder was fully comprehending what he had proposed in that moment. He placed a gentle kiss atop the breeder's head and could not contain his smile. "You've made me the happiest man in Elysium." He whispered, petting his lover's hair as the breeder was lulled to sleep. "I will bring the bracelets as soon as I can and we will keep them in secret. No one can take this bond from us." He inhaled Jiao's scent deeply then, closing his eyes and relaxing, allowing himself to doze off as well for a nap.
A week later...
"Hm hmm hmmmm~" Yuen hummed to himself a tune his mother loved to sing as he played with his stuffed bunny on one of the red couches in Jiao's room, making it dance and hop about as if it had a life of its own. He looked over to his mother and sire as they cuddled together beside him, watching him play now and then between talking to each other. Raphael had been working to teach Jiao more words of his language, and the breeder likewise helped the angel learn more of his own tongue. When either of them became confused, Yuen would chime in with the answer.
Raphael reached out to pat Yuen's head, proud of his child for being so smart and able to learn language so easily. It was the gift of being young. "You love that song, don't you?" He grinned and the child nodded, then made the bunny's head nod too. He then looked back to Jiao, taking the breeder's hand into his own. "I finally have time to be here with you both. Jiao, I brought you a gift. It's long overdue..." The angel then reached into a concealed pocket in his silks, pulling out a blue velvet pouch containing the gold handfasting bracelets. He held it up to Jiao and opened the pouch. "Go ahead, take them out."
"Oohhh a present? Sire, do I get one too?" Yuen asked curiously, dying to know what was in the pouch. Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Dec 12, 2012, 12:01am
"Hmm?" Jiao looked at the bag curiously; it was not the first time Raphael had brought him presents. Much of the jewelry that rested in the drawers of his vanity had come from the angel. He opened it up and turned it over, catching the bracelets in his other hand. "Oh, how pretty! These will look lovely around my ankles when I dance, don't you think so Yuen?"
The little blond smiled and leaned forward to Kiss Raphael's cheek. "Thank you, my love. They're beautiful. Should I try them on now?" Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Dec 12, 2012, 12:10am
Raphael smiled, knowing Jiao had no idea what the significance of the bracelets were. He wouldn't expect the breeder to know since it was a part of angel culture and not demon. Gently he reached out to take one of the bracelets along with Jiao's hand. It had a tiny clasp and he opened it then closed it over the breeder's delicate wrist. He then opened the other bracelet and held out his hand. "Now put this one on my wrist." He said in Jiao's own language, never taking his gaze from the breeder.
"Ooo those are pretty!" Yuen leaned over, practically crawling into his Sire's lap to watch what was happening.
"Jiao, in garden I ask you to marry me. In Elysium, when Sire and breeder become handfasted, they bond for life. Wife and husband... soulmates. Want Jiao to be my wife, and I Jiao's husband. Bracelet symbol of sacred bond." Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Dec 12, 2012, 12:15am
Jiao blinked, staring blankly for a moment at Raphael and the bracelets as he tried to comprehend what the angel was telling him. He frowned and tilted his head slightly, confusion in his eyes. "But Raphael, we're slaves. Slaves don't marry, they can't. How can I be your wife? Wives are faithful and I can't be faithful to you. I'm a whore here and so are you. We can't be faithful to each other." Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Dec 12, 2012, 12:21am
Raphael nodded and sighed, knowing Jiao was right, but that didn't dampen his resolve. "This may not be... traditional, but we can be wed like this in secret. Please? I never wanted anything more... wife, child.. love. Jiao and Yuen give all of that. Family make life worth living. I need you... May be slaves, but masters cannot break our hearts."
Yuen listened intently, not knowing what the word whore meant or fully understanding the gravity of being a slave. All he could sense was his mother's hesitance to handfast with his sire. He looked on confused about the whole thing, pulling back and hugging his bunny as he leaned against the couch. Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Dec 12, 2012, 12:29am
Jiao looked back down at the bracelet, not understanding the need that Raphael had to wear these bracelets and say they were married. Nothing would change for them and Jiao already loved him. He had not ever imagined that he would be without the angel. "You are my lover no matter what, Raphael. It does not matter what you call me or if we share bracelets, I will always be yours in my heart. That is the only way slaves can be together. However, if this is what you want..." If Raphael wanted this strange ritual, there was no reason to deny him. Jiao put the bracelet around Raphael's wrist. "I still think they would look better around my ankles. Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Dec 12, 2012, 12:36am
Raphael pulled Jiao into his arms then, shaking his head at the breeder's final commentary on preferring ankle bracelets. "Jiao make me happy, even if... not understanding how special handfasting is. I love you, my wife."
Yuen was sucking his thumb then turned to see his parents hug. Everything he knew about how a man and a breeder were supposed to be together he learned from them. They were so happy and gentle with each other, and he wondered if someday when he was grown he would also fall in love. The little breeder smiled as he hugged his bunny tighter, then decided to crawl between his parents and hug them both. "I want a hug too!" Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Dec 12, 2012, 12:40am
"I love you too." Jiao smiled, turning his head up to kiss his new 'husband'. He supposed it was nice, even if they were married only in the metaphorical sense. He laughed when Yuen crawled between them and he wrapped his arms around his son. "I love you too, my little Yuen. You and your papa are all I need in the world to be happy." Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Dec 12, 2012, 1:11am
Raphael enjoyed the kiss, knowing their bond was sealed even if it was unofficial. He reached down to wrap his arm around Yuen as well and enjoyed the closeness they all shared. Such moments seemed few and far between, especially since Zachiel had been brought to the brothel. He found himself spending more and more time up above than he was in the basement with Jiao and Yuen, and every moment he had to hold them he cherished.
"Well isn't this a touching scene." A cold woman's voice cut through the air as Demiel entered the room. She stood in the doorway, imposing as ever as she pointed to Yuen. "You, come with me. You as well." She said turning her gaze to Jiao. "Raphael, enough lounging about. A client has just requested to see you and Nemiel for a little show. Be on your way upstairs."
"Mistress, what do you want with Yuen and Jiao?" Raphael asked, suddenly on edge as his adrenaline rose. Could Demiel be there to take his child and wife away from him? Was she going to experiment on them? Or worse...? The angel's mind raced with all of his fears for what the Queen may have ordered to be done to them, especially little Yuen; the child was a valuable asset, being the only known hybrid of angel and demonic decent. However, the headmistresses and magi normally left Yuen alone, especially since the child was still so young and innocent. The demons and angels of the brothel had all done their best to ensure Yuen never saw anything he should not see at his tender young age, and Raphael and Jiao tried to protect him from knowing too much about the harsh reality of being a slave. Only now, Raphael felt helpless as the magi commanded his little family to go with her.
Yuen looked up at the tall woman with jet black hair and lips the color of rubies. She was scary, with a thin gaunt face and grey eyes that seemed dull and devoid of care. "I don't wanna go..." The child whined, hugging his mother tightly along with his bunny.
"You have no choice. You might be a child now, but you're still a slave here and when I tell you to do something, you do it. Now, this instant." Demiel commanded, losing her patience. She was never fond of children, though breeding demons and angels and seeing what type of spawn came out of it did intrigue her. The Queen was certainly making plans for more breeding experiments to be done, though she knew not who would be paired together next.
"What do you need him for? He's only seven years old!" Raphael demanded, knowing he was already being impertinent for questioning the woman.
"Watch how you speak to me, slave." Demiel reprimanded, not liking the tone of Raphael's voice. "Your little bastard is the only one who can speak fluently in our tongue and the demon's barbaric language. I want him to translate my words to the new slaves. It is the Queen's order. This child is valuable in helping us communicate with our captives." She turned her gaze back to Yuen and attempted to look as though she cared for the child. "See boy? No need to be afraid, I only want you to do a little talking for me." She then turned to Jiao and gave a cold smile. "You will be there to give the demons a bit of... moral support. They've been in the cages all week long and I need to know if the two calmer ones can be released to join the rest of the slaves. One of them, however, is quite mean and nasty."
Yuen looked up at his parents, somehow knowing they couldn't help him or tell the bad lady to go away. Slowly he got up, trembling and hugging his bunny closer to his chest as he reached out to grab his mother's hand. "Mommy, she says you need to give the new demons moral support so they can come out of the cages. She says one of them is mean." He translated in a tiny voice so his mother would know what the angel was saying to him. The thought of going to the cage area frightened him ever since the day he'd stumbled into it on accident two years ago. He had been chasing after a tiny mouse, driven by his curiosity to observe the creature and make a pet out of it. He had managed to slip past the guards before they could restrain him, plowing through the open doorway as another slave entered with a basket of food and water for the prisoners. He found himself in a massive room full of cells and strange, scary things he could not comprehend. He remembered seeing demons in those cells, their arms reaching through the bars as they cried out desperately to be set free. A moment later one of the female guards scooped him up in her arms and carried him out, back to his mother's room. He never forgot what he saw that day and many a night he lay curled up with his mother, wondering why such an awful place even existed. His parents had eventually explained it to him, though he sensed they were leaving out a lot of details.
Yuen now knew that all the new slaves had to be kept in the cages before they were allowed into the fold. He looked forward to meeting them, fascinated by their exotic looks and pretty clothes. Each of them had stories to tell and when he was allowed in the common area or the dining room, he always made his way around trying to make new friends. Many of the demon slaves were kind to him when they overcame their initial fear, always smiling when he was around or giving him little treats. Yuen tried to be brave then, knowing that the demons in the cages were probably going to be just as nice as the others once he got to know them, though he still worried about the 'nasty' one Demiel spoke of.
"Yuen, don't go too close to the cages. Promise me." Raphael warned, worried about one of the demons being dangerous as Demiel had mentioned. He knelt down then, hugging the little breeder and kissing his cheek. "You be good and do what Mistress says, okay? Mommy will be there with you."
"I will, Sire." Yuen said as he hugged his father back, looking up to his mother next. "Let's go mama."
Raphael stood back up, leaning in to give Jiao a quick kiss on the lips. He reached down to caress the bracelet on the breeder's wrist and whispered to him in the demon tongue. "Be safe, love. Keep Yuen safe too." With that, the tall male turned and left, following Demiel's order. All he could think about was Jiao and Yuen being used to do the Queen's dirty work. He hated it, wishing they would be left alone. Damn the Queen and her fellow cunts... damn them all.
~~~
Eshu lay in his cell on a pile of old pillows, staring up at the ceiling despondently as the light from the candles flickered and made the shadows across the grey stones dance. He had no idea how many days had passed that he and the others were locked in cages like zoo animals. The Celestials had taken the most basic care of them, however, bringing them food, water and clothing made of some low quality fabric. They also came into his cage to bathe him in a wooden tub they had dragged in, scrubbing him clean and inspecting him like he was some diseased creature. There was no part of his body left untouched or unprobed, and one night they had tied him down and molested him until he spilled his seed into a chalice. He remembered them looking at it and speaking in their strange tongue, ever analytical about it as he lay there in shame and bewilderment. After that incident, they had slid a bronze colored cockring onto his member and try as he may, it would not come off.
He found himself growing more and more depressed, his mind constantly going back to Olabisi and their unborn child. Sometimes he found himself sobbing silently into his pillow, not caring what Ranjeet or Tarash thought of his display of weakness. He had tried communicating with his captors several times, but they would simply slam their clubs against the bars and yell at him with fierce expressions. He gathered they were telling him to be quiet. Those were the only celestial words he came to know. When their 'caretakers' left, he would speak to Ranjeet quietly, trying to figure out some way to escape. He had analyzed his surroundings to death by then, learning that there was no way out and the collars around their necks delivered painful shocks whenever any of them displeased the guards. His only small comfort was having Ranjeet and Tarash near. Tarash was always trying to comfort him and Ranjeet, even though the little breeder was just as terrified about their situation.
It was even worse for Ranjeet. Every time any of the Celestials needed to enter his cage they had to blow a tranquilizer dart at him first and wait for the massive beast of a demon to collapse. That was the only way they had managed to bathe him of the blood and gore he had been covered in from the fight before he was captured. They had not attempted to milk him of his seed and ring him, however, knowing he'd need to be conscious for that to happen. Even if they chained his hands down, the risk was far too great. The guards were well aware of how strong and dangerous he was. Many who dealt with Ranjeet showed a healthy dose of fear and kept a safe distance from the bars of his cage, knowing the demon could possibly grab them and tear them apart if they let their guard down.
Eshu heard the doors opening then and turned his head, seeing the same vile woman that had molested him as well as some unfamiliar faces. His eyes widened when he noticed the small, frightened looking child. He looked like a celestial, yet he had long pointed ears like a demon. Could that child be... He began to wonder until Demiel interrupted his thoughts.
"Alright Yuen, anything I say you will repeat back to these demons exactly. Do not mince my words, child. I want these slaves to get my message the way I intend." The mage said, placing her thin hand on Yuen's shoulder.
Yuen swallowed a lump in his throat and gave a nod, reaching out for his mother's hand.
"Today a few of you will be released and united with more of your own kind, pending you behave well and don't try anything stupid." Demiel began, pausing now and then in her speech as Yuen translated her words for the demons to understand. "You are all slaves now regardless of what you may have been before we brought you here. Each of you is now property of our Grace, Queen Aria of Elysium. You are in Her brothel here to serve as whores and cater to the whims of very high-class clients. If you are asked to do something, you will do it without hesitation. Any who disobey will be swiftly punished; we do not tolerate disobedience here. As you know, the collars on your necks can deliver quite a painful shock, I assure you that is not the worst we can do."
Yuen's eyes widened after he repeated the lines about the collars. His mother and sire both had them too, and he had never known their true purpose. He always thought they were merely jewelry that everyone liked to wear since everyone wore them all the time. When the word 'whore' came up again, he struggled to understand its meaning. All he knew was that being a slave was not a good thing, nor was it fun. He understood all too well what it meant to be obedient; he was used to being told what to do to avoid getting in trouble.
Demiel then continued on when the child stopped speaking. "The other slaves will teach you all what will be expected of you and Jiao here will show you around. This brothel is now your home, so you'd all better get used to it. You will each have your own rooms and should you gain a client's favor you may receive expensive gifts, nice clothing, gourmet food and more. It is not all bad being a part of the 'House of Secret Pleasures.' I'm sure you'll find many of your demon cousins enjoying their time here just fine. All we care is that you look pretty and be pleasing to our clients in every way." Demiel grinned, listening as Yuen began to translate once again.
Eshu listened to the child, every word making his stomach sink a little lower. The thought of being a slave was almost... ironic. Now he would know what it was like and once again he thought about Olabisi, his hopes growing that the breeder was alive and well somewhere in the brothel. "Child, is Olabisi all right? What about our baby? Please, please tell me! I will do anything the woman asks, just... I need to see them again. Please..." He begged, getting up and grabbing the bars. His eyes grew watery and he looked up at Jiao, realizing the slave was a Golden Lotus. There was no mistaking that pale skin, bright blue eyes and light blonde hair. "Have you seen Olabisi? He was my slave... my lover..."
Demiel watched the pathetic looking male with a grin. "What is he saying, child?"
Yuen looked up at the strange demon about to answer his questions when Demiel spoke. "He wants to know if Olabisi is alive, and he wants to know about his baby." Yuen smiled then, looking to Eshu and nodding as he spoke in demon tongue once more. "They are fine! Your baby is really cute and when he gets bigger we can play together, right?"
Eshu fell to his knees then, unable to hold back the tears of relief. "Thank goodness... oh thank you... thank you..."
"He says thank you." Yuen said to the angel. "Can he come out and see Olabisi and the baby? Please, please?? Look how sad he is Mistress! It's sad he has been away from Ola and his baby. I would be sad if my Sire could never see me too."
"Enough child. He seems docile enough. We will let him out." Demiel snapped her fingers and the guards by the doorway came over, slipping a skeleton key into the lock of the cage door and opening it. They stood aside then and Eshu looked up at them, stunned. He slowly stood up and one of the angels grabbed his arm, tugging him out of his cell and pushing him towards Jiao. "Tell him to stay put, we still need to assess the others." Demiel added and Yuen translated as the group moved onward to Ranjeet's cage. "That is one ugly creature. I don't know why Ariel let this one live, let alone bring it up to Elysium..." Demiel muttered, and Yuen immediately began translating until the woman slapped a hand over the child's mouth.
It was too late and Eshu already heard the bit about the 'ugly creature.' He looked to Ranjeet with pleading eyes, hoping the demon would not do anything that could cause harm to himself or anyone else. This was their chance to finally be out of their cells and he certainly wasn't about to muck it up. He could see Tarash sitting close to Ranjeet, though there were bars between them. The breeder also looked pleading, reaching out to caress his Master's shoulder as if in a placating gesture. Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Dec 12, 2012, 10:44pm
Jiao reflexively tensed when he saw Demiel, a reaction he couldn't help when the woman was about. Her cold, analytical demeanor made him nervous. She had been the one that had forced Raphael on him, not that he regretted it now, but she had also been the one to personally examine him and every other captive that came in. She had poked and prodded every inch of him with her thin fingers, even forced him several times to an orgasm despite himself. It was as if she took some pleasure in manipulating all of them and seeing just what she could make them do or how far they could be pushed. The shifters had it the worse, being far more unique than any of the other demon prisoners. Sometimes she kept one for hours at a time and none of them would speak of what was done to them. Jiao did not want to imagine what Demiel did to occupy that much time with one captive.
The little blond felt his stomach twist in panic when he realized that what Demiel wanted this time was Yuen and he wrapped his arms tighter around his child. He would die before he let Demiel perform any of her 'experiments' on Yuen and he would take any excuse to claw the vile woman's eyes out. Jiao relaxed only slightly when it was made clear that Yuen was only to be there to translate Demiel's words to the new prisoners. He got up with Yuen, not liking the idea of going down to the cages, but willing to obey this time for Yuen's safety. That room held nothing but fear and brought back memories of his own horrid nights there. He kissed Raphael goodbye, wishing that the angel was going with them too. He would have felt better if the male was there, safer. Still, he was a slave here and he knew what was expected of him, so he followed Demiel to the cages, squeezing Yuen's hand tightly in his own.
The cage room was just as dark and depressing as Jiao remembered it. Just standing there gave him shivers and he looked on at the captives with sympathy. He kept Yuen close to his side, disliking it when Demiel touched him, but he kept his complaints to himself. His eyes widened a little when he saw Eshu, recognizing the father of Olabisi's child immediately. He had listened to the breeder talk about him enough that he almost felt he knew the man already. The other two, one clearly a slave, maybe even one from Beseine. It would be nice to have another from his homeland, who might even be able to tell him what had been happening since he had been taken. The last one he almost didn't see, covered as he was by shadow. Jiao would not have noticed him at all were not for his single eye, blazing like a red hot coal with unconcealed rage and hatred. The heat of that gaze was palpable and it made the little breeder break out in a nervous sweat as his eyes adjusted and he was able to make out more of the demon. It quickly became clear why the angels were so afraid of him.
Jiao reached out to take Eshu's hand, offering what small comfort he could to the man until he heard Yuen start to translate what was clearly meant to be a private thought. His eyes widened and he looked to the last cage as well, wondering if that strange demon had heard what he'd said. If he had, he gave no indication of it, only continued to glare at them through the bars of the cage.
“Tarash.” Ranjeet growled low, his voice too quiet for any save for his slave. The little blond had remained faithfully at his side since they had been caged, despite all of Ranjeet's tempers. Since he had woken up in his cell, a cell that reminded him all too much of the one he had occupied while he had been a gladiator, he had been in a state of constant rage. At first he had acted out on it at every moment with extreme violence. The first few angels who had been foolish enough to come into his cell without drugging him first had barely had time to scream in pain. After that they had stopped entering without putting him out first, but he had managed to catch a few unawares when they wandered too close to his cage. His rage had only grown when he had watched the celestials molest Eshu, the man who had freed him, while he could do nothing but pace impotently in his cage. He had howled and roared, slammed himself into the bars when they had done the same to Tarash. He had been so violent that night that they had taken the slave to another room for their own safety. His rage had not died out, but now it only lay simmering beneath his skin, ready to be unleashed at the next opportune moment. He had spent too many years as a slave to be made one again. He refused to be slave to any man or woman, be they demon or celestial. “Tell them that I will allow you to leave only if you are allowed to come back to me when I demand it. You will let them know that you are mine and if they wish me to stop ripping their people apart, they will do this. If not, then I will find a way to break free and I will slaughter them all like the stupid cattle they are.” Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Dec 12, 2012, 11:17pm
Tarash listened to his master give him a quiet command and the breeder nodded, letting go of his shoulder and standing up to face the vile angel woman as well as the others. He gripped the cold, iron bars of the cell door, trembling slightly before he managed to speak. He relayed the message exactly as Ranjeet has told him too, and Yuen began translating it for Demiel.
The child clung to his mother then, frightened that the demon in the cage might hurt his Sire or his mother, or everyone. "Mama I'm scared." He sniffed, not sure what to make of the demon and his eerie eye. He had never seen anyone radiate so much hatred and anger, even though he wasn't moving he could feel it from the look in that one eye. That coupled with what he had heard the blonde slave say about him slaughtering everyone...
Demiel's face had no expression as she stared coldly back at Ranjeet. "You are an abomination. You shouldn't even be allowed to live for all the angels you've killed, you mangy beast. You do not make demands here; you are a lowly slave. I will take this one out and he is mine to do with as I please, whether you like it or not. I am not afraid of your threats." She growled, her thin hand curling into a fist as she activated the collar around Ranjeet's neck, sending a powerful and unpleasant shock through the collar with her magic.
Yuen cried out, startled as he pressed his face against his mother's hip, too afraid to translate what Demiel had just said until the woman grabbed his arm and yanked him forward, pushing him towards the cage where Ranjeet was until he was within grabbing reach.
"Translate for him. Now." She commanded, and Eshu and Tarash looked on with shock at how she treated the child.
"Master, please don't hurt the child..." Tarash pleaded, worried the demon couldn't contain his rage after the shock Demiel delivered to his collar, and that he might lash out at anyone within reach in a heated rage.
Yuen sobbed and sniffled, clutching his bunny tight as he looked in at Ranjeet. "M-m-mistress says y-you...you... don't make demands and she will take that slave to do what she pleases. She says you are a slave. P-p-please don't hurt me or mama or Sire or anyone." Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Dec 12, 2012, 11:43pm
“No, let go of Yuen!” Jiao protested, reaching out for his child around Demiel, scared himself of what that angry demon might be capable of. He pulled Yuen back, pushing Demiel's hand off of him angrily, glowering up at the woman. “I will put up with anything you do to me, but you will not harm my child!” Jiao scooped up Yuen and stalked off with him, away from both the angel and the demon in the cage. No doubt he would pay for it later, but at the moment he cared little for the consequences.
Ranjeet lunged at the bars of the cage when his collar was activated, roaring and gripping the bars directly in front of him. The pain ripped through him as fiercely as it would any other, but instead of crippling him, it seemed to spur him on. His lips were pulled back in a wild, savage smile as he growled and pulled on the bars. “Hurt me, bitch! I'll show you why I was so popular in the games!” He screamed and slowly, with a horrible grinding squeak, the bars began to bend. “I am slave to no one! Any who try to tame me again will feel my teeth!”
Jiao gasped and reflexively jumped back when Ranjeet lunged at the cage, his eyes going wide. The large demon was completely naked and every muscle was flexed as he pulled the bars of his cage slowly apart. He quickly covered Yuen's eyes and turned away, somehow feeling embarrassed about seeing the large male so bare. He turned back when he heard a loud clang and saw Ranjeet slamming against the bars with the heavy horns that covered his brow, throwing his whole body into twisting the metal open. Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Dec 13, 2012, 12:04am
Yuen clung to his mother tightly when Jiao picked him up and carried him away from the scary demon's cage. He was terrified as he watched the powerful male slam against the cage and start bending the bars, but then his mother's hand came up to shield his eyes. He had only seen a small glimpse, astonished by how big and muscly the demon was.
"You insolent whelp!" Demiel yelled, ready to activate Jiao's collar too and punish the slave for acting out when her attention was caught by the large demon's furious activity in the cage. She couldn't understand a word the raging demon said and she knew Yuen likely wouldn't be up to the task of translating with his protective mother around. "Damn it all! Get this beast under control, now! One of you go get the tranquilizers and put him down." She yelled to the guards, furious that things were not going as smoothly as she had planned.
One of the female guards followed Demiel's order and ran to the other side of a room, opening a chest to get the darts that worked to subdue the demon now that he was a potential threat. The other guard watched as he bent the bars and rammed into them, spreading them apart wide enough that he could nearly stick his head through them. "Lady Demiel, he's not responding to the collar!" She said as she pulled out an enchanted whip that would cause searing pain with every strike, lashing between the bars at the demon to try and get him to back off. "Get back you monster!"
Eshu looked to Jiao and the child with concern. "You should get out of here, I cannot predict what Ranjeet will do if he breaks out of his cell. When he is enraged like this even I would rather not be near him, but you'd only be getting in his way. There will likely be bloodshed. Hurry, the child does not need to see this." He said in Jiao's ear. "I will find Olabisi and my baby when I can, just tell them I love them." Demiel and the guard were both too distracted by Ranjeet to notice Eshu speaking to Jiao quietly. He then made haste for the cell Tarash was in, getting close to the bars to try and keep the breeder calm.
Tarash watched his master in fear, backing away from Ranjeet's side of the cage a safe distance. He was afraid his master would get himself killed if he broke out. Surely the angels would swarm him and not allow him to keep killing their own. "M-master, I don't think is a good idea..." He said in a tiny voice, though Ranjeet likely did not hear him over the sound of horns clashing with metal bars. "Please, stop hurting him!" He yelled then, looking at the female guard and at Demiel. "Leave him alone!" Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Dec 26, 2012, 11:14pm
Jiao did not have to be told twice and he ran out of the cell, clinging to Yuen. He had not seen such violence since the day he was captured, but even this made that battle seem mild. He cried out for Raphael as he ran, despite knowing that the angel would not hear him, but his fear made him want the safety of his husband's arms.
Ranjeet howled, searing pain ripping through him with every lash of the whip, but the pain only served to send him further over the edge to a place he had not been since his gladiator days. There had been a reason he had been so popular and so expensive to purchase; his strange constitution made him more powerful while he was in pain. He felt everything, but that agony was funneled into rage that fueled his powerful body and made him into something that was almost invincible. His vision went red and he became little more than a berserker killing machine. Ranjeet the man was shrouded in darkness and acted no more. There was only the feral warrior and it was he now that grabbed the whip the angel attacked him with. He used it to yank the guard closer, bringing his fingers together in a point that he drove into the angel's chest and out his back. He took the whip now and tossed the body at Demiel. He made quicker work now of pushing open the bars of his cells, nearly halfway through them. Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Dec 27, 2012, 12:35am
Tarash reached through the bars to grip Eshu's hands with his own trembling ones as his eyes locked onto the terrible scene in the cell next to his own. He winced as he saw Ranjeet impale the angel guard with his hand. There was so much blood and the metallic, strange odor of it nearly made the breeder ill. Finally he turned his gaze away, pressing his face to the bars and wishing the Celestials would wisen up and leave his master be before things got worse.
Demiel grabbed the guard that the monster tossed her way, a slight tinge of terror written on her usually expressionless face. "Tranquilize him! What is taking so long!?" She screamed as the other guard fumbled to load the drugs into the head of a spear with a needle-like point. Demiel looked down as the angel slid down her body in death, leaving a trail of blood all over her pristine robes. She crinkled her nose and quickly shoved the body aside to bleed out on the floor.
In the chaos the guard's cell keys had fallen with a clatter and Eshu saw them on the floor close to Demiel's feet. If only I could grab them and set Tarash free... If Ranjeet can kill them all maybe we have a chance of escaping from this place. He thought, watching as Ranjeet got closer to breaking free, pushing the bars further and further apart.
The second guard then ran towards the cage with the rampaging demon, keeping what she hoped to be a safe distance as she shoved the spear at him, hoping to pierce him and get the tranquilizer into his bloodstream. Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Dec 27, 2012, 1:12am
The spear did little more than annoy Ranjeet, his tolerance of their drug having grown since they had needed to use so much of it on him. He grabbed the spear and used that to drag the next angel into his claws. The bodies were beginning to pile up now and he was nearly out of his cage. One more hard shove and the former gladiator burst through the bars, but at a cost. The rent metal tore gashes into his sides as he passed, but he was beyond the point of caring. His focus was on the woman who had been tormenting them since their capture and leaped at her with his teeth bared. Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Dec 27, 2012, 1:22am
Demiel's eyes went wide and she let out a scream as Ranjeet knocked her hard to the floor. Instinctively she swung a fist up toward his face to try and knock him away, shadowy magics enveloped her hand, crackling with her dark powers as the gem on her chest glowed brightly. Her legs also kicked and she struggled to get the beast away from her, lashing out in hopes of hitting him in his open wounds or any vital areas.
While Demiel was down, fighting for her life Eshu made a dash for the keys before any more guards could swarm the room. When the bronze ring was secured in his grip he then made haste back to Tarash's prison cell, fumbling with the keys to try and find the right one. Finally he felt a click and the door opened. Tarash flew out and into his arms, trembling and clinging to him tightly in fear for all of their lives, especially Ranjeet's. There was so much blood and his wounds looked horrific, causing Tarash to wince and turn his gaze away. The frightened breeder buried his face against Eshu's chest, not certain his master would recognize them in his fury. Eshu also knew better than to linger when Ranjeet was in a state of pure rage and survival mode, the demon likely wouldn't know who he was ripping to pieces in such a state, so the merchant quickly pulled Tarash along with him towards the doorway that led out of the prisons and further into the establishment where he had seen Jiao and the child go. "We have to find Olabisi and the baby, then we'll get out of here and find someplace to hide until I can figure out where we can go. I have no idea where this place even is..."
"W-will Master Ranjeet be all right...?" Tarash asked in a small, anxious voice as they hurried along down a long corridor, not daring to look back. Eshu did not reply, not wanting to lie to the slave when he himself couldn't guarantee Ranjeet's safety. When they spotted an arched doorway draped in red fabrics, Eshu and Tarash made their way inside, noticing other demons of all kinds lounging about with angels. They were serving them food and drink, massaging them, dancing for them, playing musical instruments. It was as though he walked in on a Gehennan harem scene and the Celestial patrons looked up at him and his breeder in tow, surprised and wide-eyed.
Suddenly a female guard came in, calling out to the other guards in the room. "All guards on duty are to come with me. Everyone else, please go to your slave's rooms and wait there until we tell you it is safe to come out. We have a bit of a situation on our hands with an escaped slave, but we assure you we will get this problem under control quickly." The guard said as calmly as she could, hoping not to cause the patrons any panic and leaving out as many details about the situation as she could. She had briefly seen Demiel fighting for her life while a pile of dead guards littered the floor around her in the prison area. Following her better judgment, the female guard had fled quickly to get help, afraid to face the monster on her own. She knew she alone was no match for the demon despite her armor and weapons.
The demon slaves looked frightened, not knowing what the woman was saying as their patrons got up and ushered them along to their rooms. Eshu looked bewildered, knowing no one would help him find Olabisi while Ranjeet was causing a disaster scene. He didn't know where to go, finding himself and Tarash huddling in a corner as the room was cleared out. "This is not good..." Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Apr 18, 2013, 12:16am
Ranjeet sank his teeth into the screaming bitch's throat and there was a loud crunch as he ripped through her larynx. Blood filled his mouth and he drank it greedily. The hot, coppery rush filled him and he chewed, biting down further to consume the raw flesh under him. He felt energized with every mouthful and when he finally abandoned the angel's corpse, it was hardly recognizable as the woman it once was. He stalked through the room to the hall, moving swiftly on all fours like a beast. He followed the scent trail left by Tarash; his last focus had been the slave. The hapless guards who tried to stop him fell quickly and he left a trail of carnage in his wake. Eventually, however, they began to overwhelm him and he was forced back from the main hall. Ranjeet snarled at his attackers as they came at him with his weapons and turned to escape down a side hall. New scents caught his attention and he followed them up flights of stairs to another door. He used his momentum to crash through it and a chorus of screams rang out from the angels working in the kitchen he had stumbled upon. They scattered like birds and he ignored them in favor of moving forward. He could see light here. There was a window in reach and he quickly scaled the wall to climb out of it with the guards at his heels. He leapt out and landed on soft grass. More screams rang out in the air as he paused and took in his new, unfamiliar surroundings. Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Apr 18, 2013, 11:12am
"They're going to kill him... I know it..." Tarash sniffed as the guards all left the room to find Ranjeet. The breeder hid his face against Eshu's chest to hide his tears. Even if his master was intimidating and downright terrifying in his blind fury, he knew the demon had a good heart and that he cared for him. Ranjeet would sacrifice his life if it meant killing all of their captors and protecting him and Eshu. Through everything they had suffered during their imprisonment, Ranjeet yearned to be near him; if only their cells hadn't been separated by such thick bars. His master was incredibly powerful, but Tarash knew he would eventually be overwhelmed and taken down. His wounds would also take their toll the moment he snapped out of his blood lust, and Tarash feared he'd bleed out or die of infection if their captors even let him live after this. The breeder knew that Ranjeet had racked up a hefty death toll upon their Celestial captors, so they likely would have no more mercy for him.
"I'm sorry Tarash... I don't know if there's any hope for Ranjeet now. While the Celestials are distracted and all of the guards gone to search for him, now is the best chance we have to escape this place. I have the keys and I am sure one of them can open that door to the outside... the door we came in that leads into the prison area." Eshu said as he held up the ring of keys and looked around for any signs of his lover and their child.
Bianca peered out from behind thick red curtains covering the doorway to his room, curious as to what the ruckus was about when he spotted the two slaves huddled in a corner that he had never seen before. The color of the taller one's hair was the same as the baby he had helped Olabisi deliver, and the breeder's description of his mate matched this man perfectly. Quickly he scuttled out of hiding and made his way over to them. "You must be Eshu? Your mate's room is this way, come with me quickly." He said as he reached out to take Eshu's free hand. "You come too." He motioned for Tarash to go with them.
Tarash followed as the exotic looking slave led them into another hallway lined with rooms. The doorways were arched just like the architecture found in Gehenna and each one was covered by beads or sheer curtains. The walls jutted out and framed the perimeter of the doorways, made of ornately carved stone with some hand-painted floral details in blue and turquoise, with little pops of red or green. It reminded him of home and he felt a nostalgic ache in his heart even though he knew he was nowhere near Gehenna. The nicer looking surroundings almost helped take his mind off of Ranjeet as they slipped into the room.
"This is his room, he will return with your child soon. Just wait here patiently." Bianca assured Eshu. "Ariel ordered to have him and child examined today, but rest assured they will not be harmed. They do periodic health check-ups on all of us to make sure we are faring well, we are their property so they have to care for us. Ariel is the Celestial in charge of all the demon acquisitions; the redheaded woman who took us all and brought us here... "
Eshu remembered her and his brows furrowed in anger. "We must escape this place! We should rally up the other demons trapped here and we can leave once I am reunited with my mate and child."
"No." Bianca said firmly, shaking his head. "There is no escape from this place. Even if we get outside, there is only one way to go... and that is down. None of us have wings, we would all fall to our deaths. We are in their world now Master." He said sadly, though he still referred to Eshu as 'master' out of respect, even if the man was a slave now. "Even the Celestials here have no way out. I heard there is a magical barrier that surrounds this floating island we are on and Ariel has a key to open it, that's how she is able to bring us here. We would have to steal her key somehow, all while avoiding hundreds of armed guards. It's just not possible, many of us are slaves with no combat training and most of the former slave-masters here are not soldiers either. I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but this place is our home now."
Eshu found himself slumping down onto his knees, feeling a sense of devastation almost as bewildering as the day they had been taken. The thought of never seeing his home again and losing everything he and Olabisi had worked so hard for made his stomach sink. To never be able to raise their child in a normal environment or be free to travel the vast lands of Hell with his trading caravan, to never to feel the heat of the sun on his face or see the stars at night, to be trapped in some building forever as a slave... it was too much to bear. "No escape? Ever? How can you live like this?"
"I'm afraid I've always been a slave, Master, so it is not much different from the life I had before. I have to serve the Celestials now, much the same way I used to serve my master... You still have your lover and a newborn baby to love and raise, so please do not lose hope." He knelt down and reached out to rub Eshu's shoulder, looking to Tarash for a moment as the frightened breeder's eyes filled with tears that silently slid down his soft cheeks. "As long as we do what the Celestials want, we can live fairly well here. Yes, there will be trying times and some of the clients are none-to-gentle, but there are those who are kind. Not all of them are cruel... You will see."
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Ariel had been in her office sitting at a large oaken desk with many scrolls and books surrounding her. The walls were covered with book shelves and the room was tastefully decorated with pale, blue colored furnishings and draperies with a candelabra hanging in the center of the ceiling, giving the entire room plenty of light along with the tall, arched windows that filtered in the noonday sunshine. The Seraphim sat in her large upholstered chair, reading over various documents pertaining to the Queen's hybrid breeding program. "Hm she wants Cassiel to breed with the fox bitch. I wonder if they could even bear a child. I can't imagine what it would look like. A winged fox perhaps?" She mused to herself, scanning over the list of names and notes on various studies the Queen wanted to have done on all of them.
Despite how close she was to Aria, even she didn't truly know what the Queen's motivations were for trying to breed the demons with their own kind. At first, she understood capturing demons to use as pleasure slaves was a sort of underground attraction that would ring in plenty of coin and amuse their wealthiest and most trusted patrons, but what would happen once the basement of the brothel was overflowing with infants? They would likely have to convert one of the pleasure rooms into a daycare. Then there was the problem that all of these half-breed children would be growing up in a brothel, isolated from the outside world completely. There was no way of knowing the consequences of such a thing when they eventually grew old enough to question the way of things.
Suddenly Ariel heard pounding and frantic yells behind her door. "Mistress! The large demon has escaped his cell and Demiel is dead! Many others were slaughtered too, he is outside on the grounds roaming free!" The guard cried and Ariel quickly got up, knocking over her chair in her haste and practically flying to the door to open it and see a guard with blood splattered on her armor. "The Queen has received word of this incident Mistress, she is furious and many unwary citizens have seen this demon already and it's causing a panic. She has sent Eremiel and Hamael to take care of the demon. You are to report to the Queen at once and prepare to deal with the public outcry that no doubt will follow this incident."
Ariel's jaw clenched vice-tight, a nervous habit she had whenever a tense situation arose. She made haste to leave the brothel, spreading her wings and taking to the air. At first she circled the massive establishment, scanning the ground for the erratic demon when she finally spotted him. Eremiel soon appeared at Ariel's side, swooping past her with large black and white tipped wings. The woman was tall and slender, though she was still a very curvaceous woman. Her skin was a rich, earthy brown and her short braided hair was black as pitch. Her eyes were a startling pale blue ringed with violet and she had no pupils to be seen. In her chest was a white gem, a clear indication of her power and high status as Aria's archmage. Even Ariel had to bow to her and take commands, regardless of being the Queen's lover and adviser. Eremiel gave the redhead an annoyed glare. "The people are going to want answers, Ariel. You better think up a good reason as to why a demon has torn his way out of the most prestigious brothel in all of Elysium. Rumors will be spreading like wildfire now around the islands. The Queen is practically breathing fire over this. You best hurry and pray she doesn't behead you. I will take care of the monster, since you and all of your guards apparently can't control him."
Ariel was completely mortified, tearing her gaze away from Eremiel and the demon down below as she soared off toward the palace. What would happen if everyone in Elysium knew she brought demons to the brothel? Would the Queen blame it all on her and use her as a convenient scapegoat? Her lips curled into a deep frown as she mulled over various unsavory scenarios, eventually vanishing from Eremiel's sight. If she had to take a fall to protect her Queen, she would.
The archangel Eremiel then swooped down like a hawk about to snatch up its prey. She landed with silent grace on the ground a good ten feet away from Ranjeet and held her large white staff out in front of her, summoning up a powerful gust of wind that had tremendous force. The winds howled and burst forth at the demon, swirling around him with the force of a tornado, tearing up the earth beneath him and swiftly flinging him hard against the marble wall of the building, enough to crack the stone. "You are one ugly son-of-a-bitch." Eremiel sneered as she slammed him against the wall once more, making sure he was out cold. She then summoned a powerful spell, creating enchanted bindings around his wrists, locking is hands together in front of him while more bonds appeared around his ankles, keeping his feet shackled together. Guards swept down then, circling the demon and closing in on him. "The Queen wants him kept alive. He will be put in a new cell imbued with my magics that cannot be penetrated by physical means. He can try as hard as he likes when he comes to, it will do him no good."
"Why does the Queen want this monster to live?! He killed Demiel and nearly all of the prison guards!" One of the armored guards shouted, enraged that the Queen wanted such a beast within Elysium.
Eremiel quickly cast a glare to the guard who spoke out and sent a strong gust of wind her way, wrapping it around her neck and squeezing her hand to make the wind constrict the woman's throat. The guard gasped and struggled when Eremiel finally let up. "You do not question the Queen's orders soldier. You just do as you are told. Now get that demon back into the prison before more citizens see him. Demiel is going to be replaced by Hamael. This sort of thing won't happen again, understand?"
The guard coughed and grabbed her throat, looking fearfully at the dark archangel and nodding her head without any further argument. "Y-yes Mistress..." She choked out, quickly making way to help the other guards drag the demon back behind the building and into the door that led to the prison cells. Eremiel followed them back down into the basement and held out her staff to create the enchanted barrier on one of the undamaged cells. She ordered the guards to lay him down and a breeder strode up beside the archangel. The gentle looking angel was the one Aria wished to replace Demiel with, one who worked with a gentler hand and kinder manner. Perhaps that would help tame the rage within the beastly creature if his new caretaker wasn't cruel spirited. Eremiel did not know for sure, but she looked over at the breeder who would be taking over dealing with the demon slaves.
"His wounds need to be tended immediately or he will die." Hamael had pale white hair and hazel eyes. He was fairly thin with a green gem in his chest. The breeder was almost frail in appearance, but there was a gracefulness to him. He wore a simple white toga that ended a few inches above his knees and was tied with a golden cord around his waist. Hamael glanced at Eremiel with trepidation. Aria had sent him to tend to this demon's wounds as soon as the reports reached the palace, and even though the demon appeared to be out cold, he feared he may awaken.
"Those bindings I put on him cannot be broken Hamael, and he won't be waking anytime soon." Eremiel said, giving the breeder a little push forward into the cell.
Hamael knelt down beside the massive demon, sizing up the wounds he had earned from slipping through ragged prison bars. The flesh was torn and horrifically marred and there was blood all over him, much of it not even his own. He could see pieces of flesh hanging from his teeth and blood all around his mouth. His slim eyebrows furrowed as he questioned what purpose the Queen had in keeping this monster, who was clearly a massive threat to everyone around him. Perhaps Aria wanted to turn him into a weapon for war and use him against his own kind somehow. With skilled hands the healer worked to clean the demon's wounds and apply the strongest healing salves the angels had. He watched as the substance bubbled and then began sealing the worst of the wounds. He then held his hands over the demon's chest and closed his eyes, chanting a few silent words as a white light appeared over his palms. All of the tears in the demon's flesh began to mend as Hamael slowly restored his body to a more pristine state. It felt like a small eternity for the breeder and when he finished he nearly collapsed as two guards ran to his side to catch him. Healing grave wounds always took so much out of him and he felt weak and tired. "Please, finish applying some of these herbs and bandage him up. I-I need to rest now. Have Matiel help.... my assistant."
"You've done well Hamael. The rest of you, I want no less than five guards in this room at all times keeping watch over the captive. If you need to enter his cell to take care of his upkeep, say the word 'shalam' and the barrier will vanish. 'Shelem' will make it re-appear. His bindings will not be removed until he proves to us he can cooperate. Hamael you will work with him to get him to calm down, if it cannot be done... then I am sure the Queen will have us put him down for good." Eremiel informed them all before turning to leave. She had far more important things to attend to than babysitting the Queen's pet demon. "Oh and... clean up these bodies and prepare them for burial. We can't risk having the patrons see blood and gore all over, now can we? Bad for business."
Hamael slowly stood up, his long straight hair falling over one shoulder as he backed out of the cell and waited for Matiel to finish what needed doing. He moved to the other end of the prison room, finding a chair to sit down upon and rest. "I could feel that demon's anguish. His rage and pain... No wonder he lashed out." He said to himself, closing his eyes and going still for a long while. It was going to be a difficult task for him to temper that creature, but he knew all living things could be healed. Author’s Note: Hello all! So glad I was able to bring you a new chapter of Elysium (and Hell too!) I know it’s been a good 4 or 5 months since the last time I posted any chapters, that is the nature of roleplay. It’s a team effort and sometimes one person or the other either can’t write or isn’t motivated. Angel still does not have her own computer, so for a good chunk of those months she didn’t have any way to post unless she used her sister’s busted laptop. Now her sister has a new computer and they share its usage, so the RPs moved along a little bit. Lately Angel is not super revved up to RP, but we all should remember that this is just a hobby for her and we’re not doing it as if it were a job, trying to pop out chapters on a timely basis to feed the masses. I do appreciate the patience you all have, it’s always well worth the wait! The new chapters are 47 and 49 pages each so you have something nice to chew on for a good while until we write more. In the meantime, if you guys need a Helysium fix I made a timeline that explains the history of the world from its creation to the present, it might shed a bit of light on some things (or it might be a spoiler, reader discretion is advised!) There are also new character sheets up including Raphael, Yuen, Hamael, etc and I’m working on a new illustration of Kalim and Caine. Hope you all still enjoy the story, thanks for reading! Supporting Hell and Elysium Character & Scene Imagery: http://otaku-no-bijutsu.deviantart.com/gallery/33853739