Crimson Angel
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
686
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter Three
Riiko was a savage woman but for her own reasons. After all she thought herself to be a disgusting person. It was because of these thoughts that she wanted to escape from the villa for a moment, away from all of the insane rantings of the other seven women that lived there with her. She strolled away from her home and into the surrounding forest. The summers there were really quiet pleasant she thought as she remembered the brutal heat of her true home, the Desert Region.
It was home to most Blood Demons like herself. Her darkly bronzed skin and bright blood red eyes were proof of her race. However her snow white locks held another story. They spoke of her being form the northern and only snow tribe of the blood demons. Little would have guessed it from old age. Blood Demons, especially females rarely lived past a century. She was six centuries old and held the looks of a mature twenty five year old woman. Her white strands of silk were tied tightly in three small brass rings and at the end of her hair was tied a deadly sharp gold ring, her old clans insignia. It symbolized her strength as an elite warrior among her once proud clan. Now she was the only survivor of her all female clan to the west of the desert, the most dangerous of all places to live.
The wind lazily blew by her and the night air nipped at her darkly bronzed skin. Her muscles tensed at the cold and she heard the faint tinkle of her golden ring blowing in the breeze. She continued her walk through the all too familiar forest her thoughts weighing heavy on her heart. Another breeze offered no comfort but left a faint lingering smell. One she could not comprehend. She knew it too be familiar but could not place a name for it in her head. She tilted her head up towards the sky and flared her nostrils, anticipating another beeze. The air stilled for many minutes and her frustration began to grow, roaming the corridors of her brain as she continued to walk towards the direction of the breeze. There it was. Metalic, strong, almost wine-like. She savored the smell. Oh it had indeed been a long time since she indulged. Her mouth watered and her nose twitched, begging for more of the sweetly bitter smell. The wind blew harshly and her violet barely-there dress lightly caught in the wind. The pleated skirt-like hem revealed her center as the wind caressed a very intimate part of her. Her nipples hardened in both arousal and fear. She had to control herself.
The fact that she smelt blood was not a good thing she reminded herself. Slowly, and dissapointed, she came off of her bloodlust and ran forward, hoping to see the source of the blood. What met her made her skin crawl and her rage scream.
A young girl, barely the age of fifteen she would assume, was having her skull crushed into a rock as her tanned naked body was being toppled onto by a blonde pale Fox Demon. She paused for a few seconds, allowing her brain to process what was going on, she just couldn\'t believe what she was seeing. The blonde haired man twisted the girl to face him and began to pound his fist into her face. She was dead. Had to be after a blow to the head like that. No. Oh merciful Goddess, she groaned. She was very much alive. They were both naked but the girl was covered in blood. Her nose, her mouth, her throat, and even lower. She knew instantly what this man had done. He had killed a child and birthed a tortured woman.
All of Riiko\'s bloodlust bubbled to the surface and she roared fury and breathed hate as she raced toward them, her nails turning to sharp, deadly matalic claws. The blonde was shocked, unprepared and unarmed as he saw this beast of a woman propele towards him. Did he fear her? No. Not even close. He did however know that where there was one there would be more. Almost on que more women ambushed him from the forest, the moonlight seeming to pay tribute to their hauntingly beautiful features. He growled low in his throat but knew that this fight was best avoided. He hastily but disapointedly removed himself from Tohru\'s body and dissapered from there sight by melding his body with the shadows, a talent only he posessed. He was instantly transported back to the camp where he and Tohru spent four years together, growing. A plague of guilt speared him. He dropped to his knees and began to sob. He ruined her. Ruined everything. She would never love him and he knew it. His more humane, more tender side yearned for her, loved her, wanted to protect and pleasure her whereas his demonic nature wanted her to die, loved her in pain, wanted to make her scream in agony. He lost all control when she screamed. The vulnerability he saw in her pain filled eyes cut him deep to his soul. It also enraged him in a way he never thought possible. He had to escape. Couldn\'t bare loosing her but had to escape from her. He had to go back to his home, in the frozen mountains of the Ice Region.
It was home to most Blood Demons like herself. Her darkly bronzed skin and bright blood red eyes were proof of her race. However her snow white locks held another story. They spoke of her being form the northern and only snow tribe of the blood demons. Little would have guessed it from old age. Blood Demons, especially females rarely lived past a century. She was six centuries old and held the looks of a mature twenty five year old woman. Her white strands of silk were tied tightly in three small brass rings and at the end of her hair was tied a deadly sharp gold ring, her old clans insignia. It symbolized her strength as an elite warrior among her once proud clan. Now she was the only survivor of her all female clan to the west of the desert, the most dangerous of all places to live.
The wind lazily blew by her and the night air nipped at her darkly bronzed skin. Her muscles tensed at the cold and she heard the faint tinkle of her golden ring blowing in the breeze. She continued her walk through the all too familiar forest her thoughts weighing heavy on her heart. Another breeze offered no comfort but left a faint lingering smell. One she could not comprehend. She knew it too be familiar but could not place a name for it in her head. She tilted her head up towards the sky and flared her nostrils, anticipating another beeze. The air stilled for many minutes and her frustration began to grow, roaming the corridors of her brain as she continued to walk towards the direction of the breeze. There it was. Metalic, strong, almost wine-like. She savored the smell. Oh it had indeed been a long time since she indulged. Her mouth watered and her nose twitched, begging for more of the sweetly bitter smell. The wind blew harshly and her violet barely-there dress lightly caught in the wind. The pleated skirt-like hem revealed her center as the wind caressed a very intimate part of her. Her nipples hardened in both arousal and fear. She had to control herself.
The fact that she smelt blood was not a good thing she reminded herself. Slowly, and dissapointed, she came off of her bloodlust and ran forward, hoping to see the source of the blood. What met her made her skin crawl and her rage scream.
A young girl, barely the age of fifteen she would assume, was having her skull crushed into a rock as her tanned naked body was being toppled onto by a blonde pale Fox Demon. She paused for a few seconds, allowing her brain to process what was going on, she just couldn\'t believe what she was seeing. The blonde haired man twisted the girl to face him and began to pound his fist into her face. She was dead. Had to be after a blow to the head like that. No. Oh merciful Goddess, she groaned. She was very much alive. They were both naked but the girl was covered in blood. Her nose, her mouth, her throat, and even lower. She knew instantly what this man had done. He had killed a child and birthed a tortured woman.
All of Riiko\'s bloodlust bubbled to the surface and she roared fury and breathed hate as she raced toward them, her nails turning to sharp, deadly matalic claws. The blonde was shocked, unprepared and unarmed as he saw this beast of a woman propele towards him. Did he fear her? No. Not even close. He did however know that where there was one there would be more. Almost on que more women ambushed him from the forest, the moonlight seeming to pay tribute to their hauntingly beautiful features. He growled low in his throat but knew that this fight was best avoided. He hastily but disapointedly removed himself from Tohru\'s body and dissapered from there sight by melding his body with the shadows, a talent only he posessed. He was instantly transported back to the camp where he and Tohru spent four years together, growing. A plague of guilt speared him. He dropped to his knees and began to sob. He ruined her. Ruined everything. She would never love him and he knew it. His more humane, more tender side yearned for her, loved her, wanted to protect and pleasure her whereas his demonic nature wanted her to die, loved her in pain, wanted to make her scream in agony. He lost all control when she screamed. The vulnerability he saw in her pain filled eyes cut him deep to his soul. It also enraged him in a way he never thought possible. He had to escape. Couldn\'t bare loosing her but had to escape from her. He had to go back to his home, in the frozen mountains of the Ice Region.