Kiss of Temptation
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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,760
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chained to Fate
Kiss of Temptation
by Dark Seraph
Summary: A beautiful angel, a powerful demon. Was he her savior, or her darkest enemy? Could she surrender to the strength found in his embrace, or would it prove to be her undoing? M/F, Angst
Disclaimer: All of the characters and storyline contained within are copyrighted by Dark Seraph.
A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who has read and reviewed my story so far, and has encouraged me to continue. Enjoy the new chapter! *hugs*
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Chapter 1. Chained to Fate
“Hello, brother,” one of the demons greeted as the others obediently fell into place behind him. His dark blue eyes focused on Dante’s sword before returning to focus on the other demon’s deep emerald eyes. “You need not fear us, for we hold no quarrel with you.”
Dante shifted slightly, but gave no indication of lowering his guard, his hand remaining staunchly on the weapon as his powerful muscles flexed beneath the gauntlets he wore on his arms.
“What is it that you seek?” the warrior questioned calmly, the intensity in his eyes unwavering.
“A runaway angel. She was given to us as a consolation to forgive a debt, and belongs to us. We were just getting acquainted with her, but she departed suddenly, although I doubt she’d get far, with her wings being broken,” the demon mused. “She has long, waist-length hair the color of honey, eyes the color of the ocean, and a gorgeous body.”
Despite the demon’s reminiscent words, as if describing a lover, his whole body spoke of a voracious lust barely contained. His eyes sparked to life, igniting the flame of bloodlust mixed with desire. It was based on pure carnality, the insatiable sexual appetite of demons that their kind was all too-familiar with. Even the noblest of demons was inevitably overcome by this vicious nature at times, unable to prevent succumbing to his body’s deepest desires of violent passion.
“And you were expecting her to come this way?” Dante asked, seeming to ponder this newfound information as he removed his hand from his sword and flexed his ebony wings.
“Yes. Have you seen her at all?” the demon inquired, the tone of his voice betraying his excitement.
“As a matter of fact, I have,” Dante replied, folding his wings and stepping aside to reveal the wounded angel.
The demons smiled in satisfaction as their gazes became predatory, some licking their lips in anticipation as they took in the sight of the broken honey-blonde angel, lying helpless and vulnerable at the green-eyed demon’s feet.
The lead demon took one step forward, but Dante stopped him with a motion of his hand as he continued to speak. “However, I have no intentions of returning her. I desire her for myself. Name your price, and I shall pay it.”
The demon blinked in disbelief. “She’s not for sale,” he said adamantly, his companions echoing his sentiments. “We have not yet finished with her.”
“Well, I think that you should reconsider. She is no longer your concern as of now,” Dante growled, thinking of the state in which the angel had arrived in. No one, not even one of the races that his people considered enemies, should be treated like that unless they had committed a heinous, unforgivable transgression. His emerald eyes smoldered with rage and his muscular body tensed in a defensive stance, ready to meet any challenge in order to defend the innocent. His large dark wings fanned out around him, making him appear all the more intimidating. “Name your price, or else I shall have to fight you for her, and I promise you, you will not walk away unscathed from this battle.” A fiery red glow emanated from Dante’s body, a dark aura of danger that rolled off of him pervading the other demons’ senses.
A hint of fear flickered in the lead demon’s eyes as he noticed the protective way that the emerald-eyed demon refused to back down from the fight. He knew that he could not defeat him, especially with Dante’s heightened state of emotions. Offering his hands up open-palmed in a show of surrender, he conceded, “Very well. What do you offer in payment? I warn you, she is a valuable commodity. I will not be satisfied with anything less than her weight in gold.”
In answer, Dante reached into his pocket and removed a black velvet pouch, opening it so that a large blood red ruby tumbled into his large palm. It rested with considerable weight there, nearly the size of his hand, glittering enticingly in the soft glow of the moonlight, as he raised an eyebrow and fixed his gaze on the demon. “Will this be sufficient compensation?”
The band of demons practically salivated at the prospect, their eyes widening in greed. This gem alone could buy them many slave angels; why, it could even buy them entrance past the gates of Elysium itself. “That will do, if that is all that you have,” the demon spoke dismissively, offering his hand to accept the precious stone, sure that the bearer did not recognize its true value.
“On one condition,” Dante warned, closing his hand over the sparkling ruby. “That you do not follow us, and must never seek her or me out ever again. This deal is final.”
“Agreed,” the demon replied, watching as Dante put the gem back into the pouch and closed it, tossing it to him. He caught it easily, and with a smile of triumphant satisfaction, spread his large black wings and flew from the clearing into the night, the others following suit.
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Dante took a deep breath as he watched the last of the demon band depart from his sight. He ran a hand through his dark hair as he put the other on the hilt of his sword, as if drawing strength from its reassuring presence. It had worried him that he had reacted so strongly in defending the runaway angel, now that the confrontation was over. He didn’t even know anything about her.
Angels and demons were sworn enemies, in a continuous battle for coexistence between the realms of Earth, Elysium, and Hades. The glowing red aura that had surrounded his body was characteristic of all demons, but it only surfaced as a result of intense emotions such as anger or when demons were in the throes of lovemaking. He folded his wings behind him as he turned around, intently studying the beautiful angel who had evoked these newfound conflicting feelings within him. Dante did not understand it, but he could not simply bring himself to hate her, despite having killed other angels and demons in the heat of battle before. He had to get to the bottom of this mystery.
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Calypso lay on the ground, unmoving, throughout the encounter between her tormentors and the mysterious demon. Quiet and calm, she took deep, even breaths in order to conserve her remaining strength, fighting against the urge to strike him from behind and render him unconscious. She was calculating her chances for escape, preparing herself to run again if she had to, when he had started to speak to them calmly, as if they were discussing the weather and not her fate. She boiled with anger, which quickly combined with fear as he casually stepped aside to reveal her presence. Her situation was hopeless. He had betrayed her to her captors. She closed her eyes in resignation.
Her eyes widened in surprise as he became impassioned in his terms for her keeping, and she watched with a certain curiosity as his muscular frame began to glow with a red fire as he defended his claim. It stirred something within her that she would not dare to acknowledge from a known enemy.
When the cruel demons had departed the forest peacefully with the ruby, she was left alone with the mysterious demon, not knowing what to expect from him. Was this show of compassion all an act until he had her alone, or was he different from the others?
She could feel his unwavering gaze upon her, and she lifted her chin with a defiance that masked her fear as she pushed herself to a sitting position. Swirling, confusing emotions inundated her thoughts, and she said the first thing that came to her mind. “How can you trust them?”
Dante remained where he was, not wanting to frighten her, as he answered the fiery-spirited angel, wounded though her body was. “It is our code of honor. They will not return. The terms of the contract were agreed upon.”
“Why did you not kill them?” Calypso questioned, not understanding why he had bothered to spare their miserable lives after what they had done to her, having experienced the lust for blood that all demons possessed firsthand. “You could have easily. They are nothing more than cowards underneath their misleading display of brute physical strength.”
“Some battles were meant to be fought by the sword, and others by the mind. I am not one to kill needlessly. You are unfamiliar with the ways of my people. That was the best way to ensure their defeat. If something would have happened to me, there would have been no one to protect you.” The last sentence was spoken quietly as he lowered his eyes.
“Why did you help me?” the angel questioned softly, her long lashes lifting to reveal her beautiful turquoise eyes as she fixed her gaze on Dante.
“Does it matter?” the handsome demon replied. “You are safe.”
Yes,” she replied adamantly, standing up now to face him, putting her on more equal ground with him despite their difference in height. “I don’t want to be in anyone’s debt. I can take care of myself. That gem was one that anyone in their lifetime is lucky to gaze upon, let alone possess. I did not ask you to do this for me. I have no way to repay you.”
“I did not ask you to,” he replied with a smile, the corners of his perfect mouth upturning slightly as his wings unfurled, the color of midnight. This trait that she had once feared about him, she now held in a different regard. She imagined that being enveloped within them would be reminiscent of a warm night’s embrace, so soft and soothing. But, he was her enemy. She could not allow herself to forget that.
“Then, why?” she pressed, intent on discovering an answer from this demon of mystery. “Our people are enemies of each other.” The angel could not help but note that the tall, handsome demon kept a respectful distance from her, not making any move to frighten her since their initial encounter.
“I have my reasons. You are free to go,” he said, turning away and lowering his eyes.
“Wait…” she called, hesitantly walking up to him. She was not sure if she could trust him, but right now she had no choice. “I… I have nowhere to go. I can’t return to my home of Elysium with broken wings. I can no longer fly.” The last was spoken with a bitter tinge of regret. She lowered her eyes in shame and wrapped her arms around her trembling form, exhausted now that her adrenaline had run its course through her body.
Dante reached down to pick up the cloak that she had been wearing, gently settling it over her shoulders, wanting to comfort her. He wrapped it securely around her, being careful not to put strain on her sensitive wings.
The angel flinched slightly at his touch. She hurriedly backed away, but the demon’s strong arms caught her by the shoulders and held her in place. Calypso could feel the soothing heat emanating from Dante’s body that was warmer than the material of the cloak. She gazed up into his smoldering emerald eyes, so filled with concern and compassion, feeling herself drowning in the intensity that she found there. As she felt herself falling forward into his mesmerizing gaze, she blinked abruptly and looked away, a rosy flush stealing across her cheeks beneath the bruises. His touch had seemed gentle and kind, his presence reassuring and protective. However, she would not let her guard down. Her survival depended upon it. Demons were known to be the ultimate deceivers.
Suddenly overcome with a wave of dizziness, her body succumbed to the exhaustion and fatigue that it had been fighting against since her escape from her captors. The honey blonde angel collapsed, her legs giving out as she was pulled into the realm of unconsciousness.
Dante caught her, the spell of enchantment that had ensnared them moments before now broken by the harsh reality of the situation. As he supported her with one hand, he reverently brushed a strand of hair away from her face with the other. His eyes took in her long eyelashes, the breath that escaped her parted lips, and the rise and fall of her chest underneath the cloak. Although bruised and bleeding, she was still so beautiful, and so courageous. He lifted her and cradled her in his muscular arms, her body pressed tightly against his bare chest as he gazed down at her with a mixture of curiosity and sadness. He spread his majestic ebony wings, shielding their bodies from the light of the twinkling stars in the night sky as he held her. “What did they do to you?” he murmured softly.
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~TBC~
by Dark Seraph
Summary: A beautiful angel, a powerful demon. Was he her savior, or her darkest enemy? Could she surrender to the strength found in his embrace, or would it prove to be her undoing? M/F, Angst
Disclaimer: All of the characters and storyline contained within are copyrighted by Dark Seraph.
A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who has read and reviewed my story so far, and has encouraged me to continue. Enjoy the new chapter! *hugs*
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Chapter 1. Chained to Fate
“Hello, brother,” one of the demons greeted as the others obediently fell into place behind him. His dark blue eyes focused on Dante’s sword before returning to focus on the other demon’s deep emerald eyes. “You need not fear us, for we hold no quarrel with you.”
Dante shifted slightly, but gave no indication of lowering his guard, his hand remaining staunchly on the weapon as his powerful muscles flexed beneath the gauntlets he wore on his arms.
“What is it that you seek?” the warrior questioned calmly, the intensity in his eyes unwavering.
“A runaway angel. She was given to us as a consolation to forgive a debt, and belongs to us. We were just getting acquainted with her, but she departed suddenly, although I doubt she’d get far, with her wings being broken,” the demon mused. “She has long, waist-length hair the color of honey, eyes the color of the ocean, and a gorgeous body.”
Despite the demon’s reminiscent words, as if describing a lover, his whole body spoke of a voracious lust barely contained. His eyes sparked to life, igniting the flame of bloodlust mixed with desire. It was based on pure carnality, the insatiable sexual appetite of demons that their kind was all too-familiar with. Even the noblest of demons was inevitably overcome by this vicious nature at times, unable to prevent succumbing to his body’s deepest desires of violent passion.
“And you were expecting her to come this way?” Dante asked, seeming to ponder this newfound information as he removed his hand from his sword and flexed his ebony wings.
“Yes. Have you seen her at all?” the demon inquired, the tone of his voice betraying his excitement.
“As a matter of fact, I have,” Dante replied, folding his wings and stepping aside to reveal the wounded angel.
The demons smiled in satisfaction as their gazes became predatory, some licking their lips in anticipation as they took in the sight of the broken honey-blonde angel, lying helpless and vulnerable at the green-eyed demon’s feet.
The lead demon took one step forward, but Dante stopped him with a motion of his hand as he continued to speak. “However, I have no intentions of returning her. I desire her for myself. Name your price, and I shall pay it.”
The demon blinked in disbelief. “She’s not for sale,” he said adamantly, his companions echoing his sentiments. “We have not yet finished with her.”
“Well, I think that you should reconsider. She is no longer your concern as of now,” Dante growled, thinking of the state in which the angel had arrived in. No one, not even one of the races that his people considered enemies, should be treated like that unless they had committed a heinous, unforgivable transgression. His emerald eyes smoldered with rage and his muscular body tensed in a defensive stance, ready to meet any challenge in order to defend the innocent. His large dark wings fanned out around him, making him appear all the more intimidating. “Name your price, or else I shall have to fight you for her, and I promise you, you will not walk away unscathed from this battle.” A fiery red glow emanated from Dante’s body, a dark aura of danger that rolled off of him pervading the other demons’ senses.
A hint of fear flickered in the lead demon’s eyes as he noticed the protective way that the emerald-eyed demon refused to back down from the fight. He knew that he could not defeat him, especially with Dante’s heightened state of emotions. Offering his hands up open-palmed in a show of surrender, he conceded, “Very well. What do you offer in payment? I warn you, she is a valuable commodity. I will not be satisfied with anything less than her weight in gold.”
In answer, Dante reached into his pocket and removed a black velvet pouch, opening it so that a large blood red ruby tumbled into his large palm. It rested with considerable weight there, nearly the size of his hand, glittering enticingly in the soft glow of the moonlight, as he raised an eyebrow and fixed his gaze on the demon. “Will this be sufficient compensation?”
The band of demons practically salivated at the prospect, their eyes widening in greed. This gem alone could buy them many slave angels; why, it could even buy them entrance past the gates of Elysium itself. “That will do, if that is all that you have,” the demon spoke dismissively, offering his hand to accept the precious stone, sure that the bearer did not recognize its true value.
“On one condition,” Dante warned, closing his hand over the sparkling ruby. “That you do not follow us, and must never seek her or me out ever again. This deal is final.”
“Agreed,” the demon replied, watching as Dante put the gem back into the pouch and closed it, tossing it to him. He caught it easily, and with a smile of triumphant satisfaction, spread his large black wings and flew from the clearing into the night, the others following suit.
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Dante took a deep breath as he watched the last of the demon band depart from his sight. He ran a hand through his dark hair as he put the other on the hilt of his sword, as if drawing strength from its reassuring presence. It had worried him that he had reacted so strongly in defending the runaway angel, now that the confrontation was over. He didn’t even know anything about her.
Angels and demons were sworn enemies, in a continuous battle for coexistence between the realms of Earth, Elysium, and Hades. The glowing red aura that had surrounded his body was characteristic of all demons, but it only surfaced as a result of intense emotions such as anger or when demons were in the throes of lovemaking. He folded his wings behind him as he turned around, intently studying the beautiful angel who had evoked these newfound conflicting feelings within him. Dante did not understand it, but he could not simply bring himself to hate her, despite having killed other angels and demons in the heat of battle before. He had to get to the bottom of this mystery.
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Calypso lay on the ground, unmoving, throughout the encounter between her tormentors and the mysterious demon. Quiet and calm, she took deep, even breaths in order to conserve her remaining strength, fighting against the urge to strike him from behind and render him unconscious. She was calculating her chances for escape, preparing herself to run again if she had to, when he had started to speak to them calmly, as if they were discussing the weather and not her fate. She boiled with anger, which quickly combined with fear as he casually stepped aside to reveal her presence. Her situation was hopeless. He had betrayed her to her captors. She closed her eyes in resignation.
Her eyes widened in surprise as he became impassioned in his terms for her keeping, and she watched with a certain curiosity as his muscular frame began to glow with a red fire as he defended his claim. It stirred something within her that she would not dare to acknowledge from a known enemy.
When the cruel demons had departed the forest peacefully with the ruby, she was left alone with the mysterious demon, not knowing what to expect from him. Was this show of compassion all an act until he had her alone, or was he different from the others?
She could feel his unwavering gaze upon her, and she lifted her chin with a defiance that masked her fear as she pushed herself to a sitting position. Swirling, confusing emotions inundated her thoughts, and she said the first thing that came to her mind. “How can you trust them?”
Dante remained where he was, not wanting to frighten her, as he answered the fiery-spirited angel, wounded though her body was. “It is our code of honor. They will not return. The terms of the contract were agreed upon.”
“Why did you not kill them?” Calypso questioned, not understanding why he had bothered to spare their miserable lives after what they had done to her, having experienced the lust for blood that all demons possessed firsthand. “You could have easily. They are nothing more than cowards underneath their misleading display of brute physical strength.”
“Some battles were meant to be fought by the sword, and others by the mind. I am not one to kill needlessly. You are unfamiliar with the ways of my people. That was the best way to ensure their defeat. If something would have happened to me, there would have been no one to protect you.” The last sentence was spoken quietly as he lowered his eyes.
“Why did you help me?” the angel questioned softly, her long lashes lifting to reveal her beautiful turquoise eyes as she fixed her gaze on Dante.
“Does it matter?” the handsome demon replied. “You are safe.”
Yes,” she replied adamantly, standing up now to face him, putting her on more equal ground with him despite their difference in height. “I don’t want to be in anyone’s debt. I can take care of myself. That gem was one that anyone in their lifetime is lucky to gaze upon, let alone possess. I did not ask you to do this for me. I have no way to repay you.”
“I did not ask you to,” he replied with a smile, the corners of his perfect mouth upturning slightly as his wings unfurled, the color of midnight. This trait that she had once feared about him, she now held in a different regard. She imagined that being enveloped within them would be reminiscent of a warm night’s embrace, so soft and soothing. But, he was her enemy. She could not allow herself to forget that.
“Then, why?” she pressed, intent on discovering an answer from this demon of mystery. “Our people are enemies of each other.” The angel could not help but note that the tall, handsome demon kept a respectful distance from her, not making any move to frighten her since their initial encounter.
“I have my reasons. You are free to go,” he said, turning away and lowering his eyes.
“Wait…” she called, hesitantly walking up to him. She was not sure if she could trust him, but right now she had no choice. “I… I have nowhere to go. I can’t return to my home of Elysium with broken wings. I can no longer fly.” The last was spoken with a bitter tinge of regret. She lowered her eyes in shame and wrapped her arms around her trembling form, exhausted now that her adrenaline had run its course through her body.
Dante reached down to pick up the cloak that she had been wearing, gently settling it over her shoulders, wanting to comfort her. He wrapped it securely around her, being careful not to put strain on her sensitive wings.
The angel flinched slightly at his touch. She hurriedly backed away, but the demon’s strong arms caught her by the shoulders and held her in place. Calypso could feel the soothing heat emanating from Dante’s body that was warmer than the material of the cloak. She gazed up into his smoldering emerald eyes, so filled with concern and compassion, feeling herself drowning in the intensity that she found there. As she felt herself falling forward into his mesmerizing gaze, she blinked abruptly and looked away, a rosy flush stealing across her cheeks beneath the bruises. His touch had seemed gentle and kind, his presence reassuring and protective. However, she would not let her guard down. Her survival depended upon it. Demons were known to be the ultimate deceivers.
Suddenly overcome with a wave of dizziness, her body succumbed to the exhaustion and fatigue that it had been fighting against since her escape from her captors. The honey blonde angel collapsed, her legs giving out as she was pulled into the realm of unconsciousness.
Dante caught her, the spell of enchantment that had ensnared them moments before now broken by the harsh reality of the situation. As he supported her with one hand, he reverently brushed a strand of hair away from her face with the other. His eyes took in her long eyelashes, the breath that escaped her parted lips, and the rise and fall of her chest underneath the cloak. Although bruised and bleeding, she was still so beautiful, and so courageous. He lifted her and cradled her in his muscular arms, her body pressed tightly against his bare chest as he gazed down at her with a mixture of curiosity and sadness. He spread his majestic ebony wings, shielding their bodies from the light of the twinkling stars in the night sky as he held her. “What did they do to you?” he murmured softly.
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~TBC~