Of Good an Evil
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
724
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 Four
“Don’t keep pushing him ‘Mother’ next time you do I’m not going to step in.” he snarled at the female demon sneering her title as she picked herself up from the floor.
“You don’t have to let him do what he does. You don’t need to do it to survive.” She wailed not even realising how close to death she had come. Belael couldn’t help but laugh at her sheer stupidity.
“I don’t do it to survive you stupid whore, I went to him the first time and I had to basically beg for it.” he forced out through his laughter making her glare.
“He’s destroyed you,” she whispered cutting Belael’s laughter off instantly. Looking at her where she still leaned against the far wall where Satan had thrown her he sneered.
“No mother,” his body twitched slightly as the two large wings ripped themselves free of his back at his bidding “I am simply my father son. HE didn’t destroy me he saved me from what I could have become.”
“You could have been great you could have…”
“What? been the lord of your choices prize? Have one of those filthy bastards parade me about for all to see like a fucking pet? Is that what you wanted me to be.” He half screamed at her the bitterness of what she had once tried all to present.
“I had friends, they had daughters who…” she whispered weakly taking a step towards him pleadingly.
“Is that why you wanted my wings? So one of your whore’s daughters could have me. We are demons you fool we have loyalty to no one.” Tears streaked her face as she slumped to the floor. All the lies she could have told in the world would not have calmed Belael’s temper. Nothing would be a good enough excuse for the time she had tried to cut of his wings, she knew that. And if his father ever found out there would be more to fear than what was buried deep inside her son.
With a snarl her son turned from her ready to walk away the membrane of his wings flexing as the appendages shifted in his anger. Not willing to have him leave, her mind latched onto a rumour she had heard. Knowing rumours were often completely opposite from the truth she was willing to try her luck. If she was wrong he would laugh at her and leave if she was right though he might not leave at all.
“But… you’re… loyal to him aren’t you? Even though he isn’t to you, you refuse any other offer. Don’t you?”
Belael froze even his wings became still, turning very slowly she knew she had been right. Those black and fire red eyes focused on her dangerously.
“Who told you that,” he whispered quietly walking back towards her.
“People have been talking,” she lied simply “Its true isn’t it though. You won’t let any one else touch you at all not even in the simplest way.” She pressed on a little stronger than before. Stepping forward she took his hand as he stared dumbly at her still shocked by what she had said.
“Why? Why do you let him have that kind of control over you? how can you make yourself only for him when he has slept with half of hell?” she crooned.
Belael listened, the words sinking in and the answers slowly turning over in his mind. Looking at her hands over his he was instantly filled with revulsion. Pulling his hand free and back handing her across the face in one movement he sent her sprawling onto the floor again.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” he sneered looking down at her “Why? You want to know why I don’t want to be touched. Because I don’t fucking want to be in any way as simply as that. Satan has control over me because he is the ruler of hell, you would do well to remember that. What Satan does is his choice because he is who he is. If I want to be with him and him alone then THAT is my choice and no little harlot of a slut is going to change that” again Belael turned to leave.
“But he doesn’t want you,” she cried desperately at his back making him stop again mid step.
“And he doesn’t have too, that’s not what’s important to me.” He whispered only loud enough for it to reach her the truth of it hitting far closer to home than she would realise. Stretching his wings to gather his strength he waited a few seconds before vanishing.
Satan remained where he had been, in the corner of the room silently eves dropping on the conversation. After all what was the point of being the damned one if you could be detected by people below you. Waiting for Martet to leave he unfolded his wings stepping back into visibility. Looking at the rumpled black satin of the bed sheets he smiled.
“So it is true then… interesting. But what was meant by the rest of it? What has that bitch tried to do to my son.” With that thought he vanished again instantly heading for the one person who would have answers.
“You don’t have to let him do what he does. You don’t need to do it to survive.” She wailed not even realising how close to death she had come. Belael couldn’t help but laugh at her sheer stupidity.
“I don’t do it to survive you stupid whore, I went to him the first time and I had to basically beg for it.” he forced out through his laughter making her glare.
“He’s destroyed you,” she whispered cutting Belael’s laughter off instantly. Looking at her where she still leaned against the far wall where Satan had thrown her he sneered.
“No mother,” his body twitched slightly as the two large wings ripped themselves free of his back at his bidding “I am simply my father son. HE didn’t destroy me he saved me from what I could have become.”
“You could have been great you could have…”
“What? been the lord of your choices prize? Have one of those filthy bastards parade me about for all to see like a fucking pet? Is that what you wanted me to be.” He half screamed at her the bitterness of what she had once tried all to present.
“I had friends, they had daughters who…” she whispered weakly taking a step towards him pleadingly.
“Is that why you wanted my wings? So one of your whore’s daughters could have me. We are demons you fool we have loyalty to no one.” Tears streaked her face as she slumped to the floor. All the lies she could have told in the world would not have calmed Belael’s temper. Nothing would be a good enough excuse for the time she had tried to cut of his wings, she knew that. And if his father ever found out there would be more to fear than what was buried deep inside her son.
With a snarl her son turned from her ready to walk away the membrane of his wings flexing as the appendages shifted in his anger. Not willing to have him leave, her mind latched onto a rumour she had heard. Knowing rumours were often completely opposite from the truth she was willing to try her luck. If she was wrong he would laugh at her and leave if she was right though he might not leave at all.
“But… you’re… loyal to him aren’t you? Even though he isn’t to you, you refuse any other offer. Don’t you?”
Belael froze even his wings became still, turning very slowly she knew she had been right. Those black and fire red eyes focused on her dangerously.
“Who told you that,” he whispered quietly walking back towards her.
“People have been talking,” she lied simply “Its true isn’t it though. You won’t let any one else touch you at all not even in the simplest way.” She pressed on a little stronger than before. Stepping forward she took his hand as he stared dumbly at her still shocked by what she had said.
“Why? Why do you let him have that kind of control over you? how can you make yourself only for him when he has slept with half of hell?” she crooned.
Belael listened, the words sinking in and the answers slowly turning over in his mind. Looking at her hands over his he was instantly filled with revulsion. Pulling his hand free and back handing her across the face in one movement he sent her sprawling onto the floor again.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” he sneered looking down at her “Why? You want to know why I don’t want to be touched. Because I don’t fucking want to be in any way as simply as that. Satan has control over me because he is the ruler of hell, you would do well to remember that. What Satan does is his choice because he is who he is. If I want to be with him and him alone then THAT is my choice and no little harlot of a slut is going to change that” again Belael turned to leave.
“But he doesn’t want you,” she cried desperately at his back making him stop again mid step.
“And he doesn’t have too, that’s not what’s important to me.” He whispered only loud enough for it to reach her the truth of it hitting far closer to home than she would realise. Stretching his wings to gather his strength he waited a few seconds before vanishing.
Satan remained where he had been, in the corner of the room silently eves dropping on the conversation. After all what was the point of being the damned one if you could be detected by people below you. Waiting for Martet to leave he unfolded his wings stepping back into visibility. Looking at the rumpled black satin of the bed sheets he smiled.
“So it is true then… interesting. But what was meant by the rest of it? What has that bitch tried to do to my son.” With that thought he vanished again instantly heading for the one person who would have answers.