Forgotten Angel

OMFG I FINALLY MANAGED TO GET THIS CHAPTER OUT !!!! Oo
someone hug me for my good job!!! lol anyways, author
babble will be finished at the end of the chapter

With a weary stretch he left his brother\'s house,
his eye swollen and black, but it was quickly
disappearing. He was immortal after all and injuries
to him don\'t last long. Reaching the forest he sat
down on a stump, lifting his left leg so that he could
reach his foot, a loud sickening snap echoed over the
trees. His ankle bone snapped firmly back in place it
took all he had to keep from passing out. Giving
himself 5 minutes to rest, he dozed briefly. A yawn
and he stood up walking back to the house, only to
find the door falling off the hinges and a shattered
mess all over the main room. His first thought was of
Serya. \"Serya!!\" He dashed upstairs and into the
bedroom only to find it empty. Damn it all it was
obvious by the mess downstairs that Serya had not gone
willingly. Growling to himself he grabbed his
pentagram from the nearby table put it on and hurried
back out the door. Now where would they have gone?
Through the woods? No that would be far too easy to
track, broken branches and disturbed earth. Probably
back to town... so with that thought in his mind he
swiftly made his way back into town, checking the few
bars and hotels, so far having no luck.

The priest wasn\'t stupid. A boy with angel wings
would be far too easy to track, and a boy that was
struggling wouldn\'t be easy to carry. Fortunately the
collar took care of both things. It sealed the wings
back inside Serya\'s body and also had a paralyzing
effect. As soon as he hit town he simply removed and
put him in a wheelchair. It made them look like a
kindly old priest giving some poor kid in the hospital
a look around town. Of course this \'poor kid\' had no
idea what was going on or why his body couldn\'t move.
His eyes were open but his head was bowed and he
couldn\'t move it. All he could see was his lap and a
little of the road. But he could tell that he was
going back to the institute and it scared him to no
end. \'Tobor where are you?\' he thought

He stopped and watched the priest closely, but in
a way that he wouldn\'t know he was being watched. He
knew the boy in the wheelchair was Serya; because he
could smell his scent... remember Tobor was Serya\'s
first so in a sense has been marked by him. He wasn\'t
quite sure just how to go about rescuing the youth.
Casually he made his way toward the two, bumped into
the priest as though by accident and in the brief
moment of confusing had the wheelchair in his
procession. He glared at the priest \"Why do you want
the boy so bad?\" He kept his place between the priest
and Serya, knowing that it couldn\'t be this easy.

\'Tobor!\' Serya leaped for joy if only in his
heart and would have smiled if he could have moved. In
the mean time the priest was looking at Tobor. The boy
couldn\'t move so that wasn\'t a concern but this man
was a threat, and a very dangerous one at that. His
face, while it wasn\'t calm, remained emotionless
\"you\'ve had the boy more ways than anyone else has,
seen his powers and summoned his wings. Do you still
don\'t recognize his significance? The importance that
he plays?\"

Rolling his eyes -his eyes became a stormy fall
color. \"He\'s a kid...\" He began to back away slowly
pushing the wheelchair with his backside. Sure he
didn\'t really understand the big deal about the boy.
Yes, he\'d seen his powers and accidentally grew wings,
but to him he still did not see the reasons all these
people were harassing him. \"I\'ll go back to Hell
before I let anyone take Serya from me.\" His mind was
screaming what the hell are you doing... do you
remember what hell was like? Of course he remembered,
but he also loved this boy and no one was going to
take him from Tobor.

The priest looked at Tobor and Serya \"the destiny
of this kid the one you treasure so dearly is deadly
to all that live on this earth. He is an abomination,
and a weapon to be used by divine right. He is to
bring on the apocalypse, to cleanse the world of the
filth with fire.\" if Serya wasn\'t already paralyzed he
would have frozen right there. \'Bring on the
apocalypse? Me?\' but for some reason it all made
sense. The doctors at the institute always talked
about some final solution that he could bring on, and
his own powers were nothing less than cataclysmic. It
all made sense now...he began to withdraw within
himself subconsciously, withdrawing from the very
thought. The priest withdrew his Rosary and made the
sign of the cross \"our master will use the light to
bring upon the final judgment, I CAN NOT ALLOW YOU TO
INTERFERE!!\" his hands flew into a series of seals and
he a gold Chinese dragon suddenly appeared wrapped
around the priest. It roared and sped at Tobor,
spitting blood red fire

As the priest turned into a dragon, Tobor\'s eyes
closed and he fell to the floor. He was blacking out
and he knew when he woke there would be blood and
nastiness, but there was nothing he could do now. Gone
now into that black abyss were all is peaceful, the
Tobor that everyone knows was buried for now. A cruel
evil smile appeared on his face as his eyes popped
open. No more the beautiful fall colors - now they
just glowed red a cold emotionless laugh as he stood
up. He muttered something as his pentagram began to
glow, the devil\'s language had no real translation...
he moved with lightening speed the dagger pulled from
his boot, he slit his hand and added blood to the
glow. No this was not the Tobor everyone knew and
loved. He grinned at the dragon, knowing that if he
threw the pentagram at him, it would break the spell
on the boy and cause the creature to return to where
ever he had hailed from or perhaps even send him to
the Hell dimension - that was strictly up to the evil
looking bloody glow in his hand. With a sinister growl
almost a roar he threw the pentagram and watched it
hit the dragon directly on the heart.

A screeching noise filled the air as the
pentagram began its curse. It fell to the ground,
wriggling and writhing like a snake with its head just
cut off. Finally it bit its own heart, and curled
around and around itself as it grew smaller and
smaller. It finally died, blood flowing away from it
like a waterfall. The soul of the dragon itself was
going far away to where ever punishment could be dealt
to it in full. The curse on Serya broke, and the
collar exploded into gold flame. He fell out of chair
and gasped as his wings came back, this time with
splotches of blood tainting parts of the pure white
because of the way they had been sealed. It was a
wonder his shirt hadn\'t been torn to shreds. He panted
and turned back to Tobor. Something was different,
besides the red eyes. He could feel the malice and
anger radiating from Tobor. What had happened? Was
Tobor somehow possessed? \"Tobor?\" he sat on the floor
looking up at him

Tobor or whatever had Tobor\'s body looked to the
boy and grinned, but there was nothing nice about it.
\"Time to go home.\" The same haunting tone, but so
evil. He grabbed the boy by the wrist and put the
knife to his throat. \"Be a good boy and don\'t
struggle.\" His step was deliberate and seemed to move
faster than normal as he practically dragged the boy
home. Shoving him inside he paid no mind to the fact
the floor was littered with broken glass. He tossed
the knife to land right above the boy\'s head. He
laughed and quickly had his own clothes off... staring
down at Serya - leaving no doubt in the boy\'s mind
just what was going to happen between them.

Serya hissed as the broken glass tore at his
hands, arms, and even some of his face. He turned
around and looked at this, this thing that looked like
Tobor but didn't\' act anything like the man that had
saved him and made him fall in love. Even though what
was about to happen was painfully obvious even to him
he crawled away from him the floor, his eyes wide and
fearful. \"Tobor what\'s happening? Why are you doing
this?\"

He grabbed him by the ankle and ripped the youth\'s
clothes off. Forcing the boy onto his back, he gripped
his wrists and forced them above his head. He grabbed
the knife and watched it flash. Putting Serya\'s hands
one on top of the other he buried the knife into them,
so that his hands were pinned to the floor, leaving no
room for movement from the youth. He licked his lips
as he looked down at the other. Once again grabbing
him by the ankles he lifted them into the air holding
them tight... he wasn\'t wasting anytime with foreplay
that was for sure. Completely hard already, thanks to
bloody torture, and the fact he was going to rape the
boy on the broken glass covered floor. His hardness
pressed at his entrance but didn\'t go in, just settled
there for a moment.

Serya cried out as he felt the stab through his
hands, but the tears hadn\'t fallen yet. Despite the
knife he tried to move, but only ended up damaging his
hands more. Glass dug into his back and his wings as
he flapped them wildly, trying to fend his attacker
off. He felt disgusted with himself for getting turned
on by this. It was because despite all that was being
done, despite all that had been done, it was Tobor
underneath it all. And he loved Tobor enough that he
could die. And you probably will he thought to
himself. \"Tobor I know you\'re in there somewhere.
Please stop this\" he brought himself to look into
those painfully harsh eyes, his own begging for him to
listen

Paying no mind to the screams and cries and the
begging, he shoved himself brutally inside of the
angel. He let out a loud growl - god blessed Serya was
tight. That fact only spurred him on... he pulled
himself out and watched the hole shrink only to shove
himself back in all the way, taking no pity on this
one. He began to fuck him so hard it shoved the
angel\'s body up and down only tugging at the knife
pinned hands. His eyes were so cruel so dark, no hint
of anything but a bottomless pit of evil. He let his
nails graze hard on the other\'s nipples drawing blood,
and then drug it all the way down to the angel\'s naval
drawing a trail of blood along the way. His lips
curved into a lustful smile... blood turned him on
even more.

Serya screamed then. It sounded like crystal
shattering from a pure sound. Bloody tears ran down
his face and he thrashed his head around. This wasn\'t
Tobor it couldn\'t be. He might have lost himself but
no one could loose themselves this completely. And the
realization hit him; he was alone now, being raped,
with nothing and no one to hold onto. Tobor would have
come by now and even if he burst through those doors
right now the damage had been done. The thought made
his tears of blood run faster and make his screams
more pained.

The evil voice cut through the screams... \"Poor
Serya... I\'m going to ruin you, so he doesn\'t want you
anymore.\" The voice taunted and teased with cruel
remarks of how his true love would never be able to
even look upon him without being disgusted. He seemed
to fuck the boy even harder and deeper; he knew he
would soon draw blood from inside the angel as well.
Still driving himself into the other he reached up and
grabbed the knife leaving it buried in the other\'s
hands but turning it in slow circles only to draw more
pain from his victim.

\"Stop it dammit, STOP IT!!!\" Serya shouted
hoarsely. All of his screaming and crying was
beginning to take its toll on his voice. He pushed his
torn hands up to the hilt of the blade and pushed up,
trying to dislodge it. Damn it hurt so much, not just
physically mentally. His soul was being shattered as
well. Even if Tobor still wanted him after this he
didn\'t think he\'d be able to deal with anyone touching
him again. Even a simple brush against his skin would
bring torturous memories to mind. He arched away,
trying to escape the merciless pounding

His member throbbed deep inside as he shoved it
beyond the limit of the other\'s inside... drawing
blood. As he felt that warm stickiness wrap around
him, his head fell back and he roared as he squirted
his seed deep inside the angel. He pulled himself out
and watched his seed mixed with blood pour from the
other male. The look in his eyes however showed he had
something else planned for the angel.

Serya came right afterwards, feeling dirtier than
he\'d ever felt in his entire life. How could anyone
look at him now? He was used goods, and no amount of
praises or kindness was going to bring him back from
that edge soon. He laid there, eyes no longer
sparkling, body torn, soul shattered. His wings gave a
pathetic twitch every once in a while

He reached up and pulled the knife from the
angel\'s hands, then rolled him over so he was on his
stomach. He straddled him for a moment finger tips
brushing along the wings as though treasuring them.
Then his evil laugh sounded through the cabin and he
stood, putting one foot between the boy\'s shoulder
blades, grabbing one wing and pulling with all his
might at first nothing happened, then a snap and
various other nasty sounds as he ripped the wing right
from the Angel\'s shoulder blade. A grin as he saw the
blood and giving Serya no time to recover from that he
repeated the same with the other wing. Tossing them
both to the side now he looked down at the boy\'s
bleeding back. \"He won\'t love you anymore... damaged -
tainted you are.\" With that he passed out in all the
blood and feathers.

Serya gave one last scream as his wings were torn
from him. He felt something inside of him shatter as
they were ripped from his body. It was almost like
when someone had turned his senses on maximum low. The
sound was off, all he could hear was his own heart
beating fast. His eyes didn\'t see, they were hazy from
tears and blood loss. In fact the only sense of his
that worked was his sense of feeling, and it was going
overboard. He didn\'t even humor the thought of walking
or running away before this rapist woke up. He simply
curled up in a fetal ball and did the same thing he
did when the doctor\'s came with needles and knives, he
fell into himself, somewhere into his forgotten
memories and turned his brain off.


Pls don\'t hit me for what I did to Serya *cowers in
corner* I was in a bad mood and me and my co author
decided it must be done!!! (so not proper grammer)
speaking of my co author she now is on aff!! give her
a round of applause!! her pn is
uniqueasablacksnowflake, so check out her stories
once she posts. bwahahaha she doesn\'t even know i\'m
promoting her ^^. anyway have fun with this story,
and if i don\'t get reviews... you dont\' get to see
what happens!!!!