Impure

Hi again guys...Ossia here...please remember all characters and ideas of this story are (c) to me. Don\'t steal them or I will do nasty thing to you o.o

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~~Shadows whispering about him, he couldn’t see. He was cold except for the warm trickle of something across his cheek. The warmth dripped onto his lip and he tasted blood? One eye opened, the other was on fire, missing? He couldn’t tell. Something hot burned in his shoulder as he gritted his teeth and rasped out an oath. He turned his good eye to the hot mark that branded his flesh and frowned. What was going on, where was he? Wanting to move he found his wrists bound together and held above his head. On closer inspecting he realized he wore nothing but muddied jeans. There was a click that drew his attention about. The swift action sent fire through his body; singeing every nerve ending and he grimaced. A woman lithely whispered in, the click of heels pulsing against the cold floor. Her eyes were of sharp emeralds, beautiful but dead as stone. Those dead eyes settled on him. He felt cold again, colder than before as her gaze bored into him as she licked her plump lips, ready for her feast. His gut twisted as she neared and reached out to touch him. Something in his body protested and he squirmed away; she hissed and slashed her hand across his face. Stars blazed across his vision with the incredible force behind the blow.
“How dare you shy away from me.” Her tone honey sweet and liquid ice in one instant. Head cast down he panted with panic, unsure what he had done or how he had gotten here? She paced before him like a stalking tigress. She came forward and cupped his chin in her powerful hand rising his face to hers. “I will use you angel. Twist and bend you until her are too weak to resist me. Snap at your sanity, then use you.” Warm pouted lips curved into a cruel smile as the words purred past her lips. She leant in and held him from escape as her lips met his. His one eye widened in horror as a shot of cold feeling riveted through him. Tugging against his restraints he tried to struggle away from her as dread clutched its icy fingers about his heart. It scratched and grazed his soul until he screamed against her mouth. He felt the assault like some physical creature trying to tear from his chest. Her other hand reached up and she cupped his face, tears of blood trailing down his face as his ruined eye wept. He felt a pain itching down his back; it remained unnoticed against the fire in his chest. Yet, soon it flared and something threatened to tear through his smooth flesh. Pain snagged his senses and ripped through his body. Lashing at his restraints like some mad thing, trying to escape the feeling of pain and dread unshed tears brimming with in his eyes. The woman drew her lips from him and stepped back seeming satisfied as that tearing feeling shivered down his spine. His back bowed and he screamed again, his vision blurring, panting. Some warm traced his back as his flesh was stretched further, splitting. His lips parted as his breath caught and something burst from his back. He cried out convulsing as blood splattered out in a fan of red. Wings burst from his back, coated with a slick layer of the crimson stain. Gnarled and clawed, the twin set shivered and fluttered seeming unaccustomed. He felt the sharp pain ebb into a pulse about his shoulders then went limp against his bindings. The wings dropped at his back as he felt his breath whisper from his lips in small soft puffs. The woman strode forward and curled a finger about him chin and tilted his head until his glazed vision was set upon her, a slow quiver racking his body. Bile rising in his throat.
“Welcome to our side.” She purred then dropped him and he went slack against the restraints dangling as blood dripped down his spine, soaking into the rim of his jeans. The soft sound of her exit vaguely met his attention for a moment as tried to curl up into a tight ball, away from the hurt. His abdomen clenching and he felt the bile rise again. He closed his eyes and forced his stomach to still with a harsh whisper against the air.
“Sereph…”

“…Christian!” He cried feeling something soft pushing him back down. He growled his vision blurry and fought against his unseen foe. His head hurt and his throat felt dry as he struggled to sit up and made it that far. His head swam at the sudden movement as he struggled to stay away as blackness edged about him. The one close by went to grab at him but he lashed out hitting something then lost his balance and tumbled away too meet the floor. Sheets coiled about his waist. Voices murmured about his ears but he couldn’t make out the words. Cold air brushed its lips against his flesh as he crouched on the ground gasping. “Chris-tian.” He groaned staggering to his feet. Panting harshly he stumbled and started to fall again. Someone caught him. Warm arms tightened about his waist, male, human?
“Put him on the bed.” A voice came from behind.
“Chris…” He murmured thickly as he was taken back and slumped into something soft. In the back of his mind, something screamed for him to get up and find his companion, but his unwilling body remained weakened on the sheets. A soft hand rested on his brow then a light sigh of breath brushed his cheek.
“Relax, you are home now.”
He paused a moment. “…Fate?” Vaguely aware of the familiar voice as he struggled to sit up again. She forced him down a second time
“Yes.” The voice comforted and he sighed, tears welling in his eyes.
“They…took him…Chris.” Scrunching his eyes closed one slipped free and lined his cheek. “Help him…Fate, please. Please help him.” He pleaded weakly. Her lips brushed his brow and he felt frightened for the first time in a long while, he was scared he was going to loose someone else he loved.
“Just sleep.”
He shivered with something other than the cold then whispered out quietly.
“…Plea-se.” The tone slurred as it all went black again.~~

Sereph woke with the whistle of the kettle sounding through the house. He braced his hand behind him and went to sit up then groaned. His head throbbed and scurried his thoughts in all directions. Remaining still a moment he gathered his wits then slowly rose and dangled his feet over the edge of the bed, realizing someone had removed his clothing. His boxers still hugged his hips lazily as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. Setting his feet to the carpeted floor he slid off the bed slowly then felt his legs turn to jelly. He swore and grabbed at the sheets before tumbling to the ground and winced. He felt like something had drained all the energy from him. The rumpled sheet slithered from his legs as he braced himself against the floor and stood, carefully testing himself before reaching to steady himself against the bed with one hand. What had happened? He couldn’t think past the insistent pounding of his head. He clutched his skull and sank into the bed again, sitting on the rim. Walking was an obviously bad idea.
“’Morn’n.” The sound called from the doorway as Rodny slumped in with a steaming cup of coffee. Sereph frowned, the action hurt his head but he was confused.
“Rodny? How’d you get in?”
The beggar gave a half laugh; half-hack, then held out the mug to him. Sereph took it gingerly and held it a moment.
“Miz Fate let me in.” Winking. “Told me to keep an eye on ya. She’z a nice lady that one.”
“Fate?” He murmured looking down at the mug; maybe the answers were there? But all he saw was the distorted reflection of himself. White hair turned a misty gold against the dark liquid as it spilled about his face. He remembered Christian, Laura…something about Laura? Dipping his head he winced as pain lanced through his head once more and rose his free hand to rub his temple. Something about the council, something bad had happened.
“Where is Fate?” He probed. Rodny have a shrug and rubbed his neck some.
“Dun’o. Said summ’n ‘bout demons and left.”
“Demons…” The word left his lips on a quizzical tone as he peered out the door. Something about demons?
The mug hit the soft carpet, coffee seeping into the fibers quickly as he shot to his feet.
“Chris!” Remembering now. Unfortunately his legs gave out under him and the only thing that saved him from toppling to the ground for the third time; was the other mans reflexes. He caught Sereph before he hit the floor, arms holding him up. It was strange how strong the homeless guy was, considering. He backed him up to the bed and made him sit back down.
“Sit down. Miz Fate’s gone to get ‘im.”
Sereph sat there, numb. He remembered now. Chris had killed Laura; he’d been banished. Bowing his head he hid his features behind a veil of white and closed his eyes with worry. He’d gone to stop them. That hadn’t work. Then the rage, white blinding anger had swallowed him and he’d been so very close to breaking a few dozen of the sacred laws himself. His hand clenched his knee softly. But Fate had stopped him. There was something else, though? Something else he was meant to remember. The fact he couldn’t bring it forth frustrated him. He knew it was important…
“Oh she’s back.” The other man broke the reflective anger and Sereph looked up as a small speck of warm light drifted in through the window gently. A light air of lavender kissed the air about it calmly and Sereph went wide-eyed. Fate materialized seeming greatly frazzled. He panicked; Rodny was still in the room with them. The man turned to face Sereph then chuckled at his stricken expression.
“Oh ‘ere. Don’t panic, I’ve known fer years.” He offered. The angel was no less worried, and far more confused. But, he had time for that later.
“Where’s Christian!?”
Fate turned as if seeing him for the first time then sighed.
“I found him, but I could not get him.” He frowned, suddenly weary. Why wasn’t he here? Though he was mortal, he was free to remain in his own apartment? Soft blue eyes rose too meet Fate’s own complex green. “You do not remember?” She queried.
“No…where is he?” Repeating instead of fully answering the question. Fate seemed suddenly reluctant to talk and he growled to himself. “Fate…” His tone warned and she frowned at him, not taking lightly it. She remained silent a long moment as Sereph attempted to tempt the information form his mind.
“You are the one who told me to find him, Sereph.”
He dipped his head into his hand and rubbed his temple. That cold nagging feeling of dread eat away at his senses.
“I can’t remember.” He admitted. A soft sigh disturbed the woman’s lips, a burden seeming to weight upon her shoulders at his words.
“You told me to search for him. You were barely awake at the time-.”
“But ya put up one ‘ell of a fight…” Rodny cut in seeming to rub his chin. For the first time he noticed a soft bruise blooming on the mans jaw. Had he done that?
“Well yes. You were quiet delirious.”
Sereph looked up from beneath a veil of white hair, trying to think. She was right, he did remember asking her to find Chris. Yet, he couldn’t remember why. Obviously he was worried, but there was more too it. His worries were more than that of a anxious lover. Something had happened to him. Something nagged at the back of his mind, a sliver of something cold. Like an itch he couldn’t quite reach. What was it? He bowed his head again and gave a growl of frustration. Rodny had mentioned demons, Fate seemed worried. Demons?
Something clicked into place and his head shot up. Demons! He remembered now.
“SHIT!”
“Seems ‘e remembered.”
“Shit!!” He echoed. He was about to stand, but then thought better of it. Considering the last few attempts had done no good. Indeed he gripped the sheets beneath his palms and swore again. “Where is he!”
“Even if I told you, Sereph. It would make little difference.”
“WHERE IS HE!” The angel bellowed his eyes blazing. He wasn’t up for her games and suggestions when Christian was in trouble. Her eyes widened and she scowled at him, seeming deadly serious now.
“A demoness called Persephone has him…” Persephone, he recognized that name. “…He is at her manor, the place is warded. Nothing celestial passes through without her knowing several minutes before.”
“You got in.” He pointed out.
“Yes I did. But I am not celestial am I?”
That was true, Fate was balance. Neither good nor evil. She took no sides, and was not meant to care for anyone else more than another. She was the future and the past. Everything that was meant to happen and had. Sereph felt defeated. Christian had been cast out, and now converted. Unwillingly, if his dream was anything to go by.
“How did she get her paws on him!”
“He was mortal, and the only two evils that rival her are Lilith and Lucifer.” She explained with some regret. Rodny seemed a little concerned himself. The topic was sore one.
“Who is Persephone anyway. You’ve mentioned her before.”
There was a brief pause before her answer, but he felt it.
“Persephone is the Left hand of Lucifer. Lilith’s other.” It made sense. Lilith was his well-known right hand. “She is the one who killed your parents.”
That caused Sereph to pause and slow. Turning his attention to the woman with a curiously pained expression.
“My…parents?”
He’d never known his parents. They’d died long before he could remember. He had no image of them, no memory…nothing. Erestial, one of the old council members, had been the one to bring him up. Train him. Teach him everything he knew. Erestial had died too. Death by demon steel. One of the only things that could truly kill and angel.
Fate eyed him a moment then gave a soft smile.
“Yes, your parents.”
He felt angry, suddenly. He’d never known, no one had told him who had murdered his parents. Now the same one had taken Christian. His jaw set as rage kindled anew.
“I have to get him back.” He declared, his eyes steeled with determination.
“Oh, ‘ere. That ones a bit ‘oh work. Might not be a good idea.” Rodny protested. Sereph eyed the homeless man and frowned.
“Leaving Chris to this woman to corrupt is?”
“I neva said that. But ya not gonna be able to get in are ya?” One shaggy brow rose, testing him. He was right, if what fate said was true, he wouldn’t get in there and out without something missing. “But Miz Fate ‘ere might be able?” Those bleary eyes turned on the woman and she blinked.
“What? No!”
“Why not?” Sereph prodded
“I am no allowed. You know that! I went to check on him and…” She tailed off a moment.
“And What?” A soft frown crested his brow. “You know if he stays there he’ll never last Fate.”
“Sereph, I am not allowed. I know you care for him, but I cannot do that.”
“Will it disrupt anything in the future that is meant to happen?”
“Not really, but-.”
“So how is it wrong for you to help? I got the impression you couldn’t interfere, only if it threw the cosmic balance out of whack?”
She seemed to simmer and glower at him.
“Maybe so, but I have not been told too interfere.”
“Have you been told not too?”
“Seem we ‘ave a loop ‘ole.” The other man grinned. Fate sighed and seemed defeated.
“I guess I have not? But this is the one and only favor I will grant you Sereph.”
Before he could thank her she flickered and a small speck of soft light darted out.

~~Sound seemed hushed, creaking in the background as pain bit into his wrists. His own weight tugged against his arms, limply held in the darkness with the cold kiss of cooled blood smearing his back. A hunger gnawed at his sensed, madly trying to break free of his body. A low hiss slithered past his lips as the one standing in front of him grinned, fangs glistening in the thin thread of light that crept though a hole in the wall. The man tipped forward then swung a cut of meat before him, raw and thick and he felt his breath catch. Eyes trailing it as the demon teased him. It inched closer and he lunged for it with unknown strength. Lashing against his chains, feeling it tug him back as the demon ripped it away before he could bite at it and laughed thinly. He roared with frustration and threw himself at the creature madly, eyes blazing. The demon grinned darkly and murmured something in a language he couldn’t interpret. He dangled the chunk of bleeding meet before him again and his eyes widened in torment. His wings twitched at his back anxiously as he set his jaw and turned away. He wouldn’t give the thing it’s fun. It grumbled at him and licked its lips seeming disappointed the game was done so soon. He could smell the metallic hiss of blood in the air and closed his eyes tightly against it. Something warm whispered in the room and his eyes flew open against the feeling. The demon that guarded him seemed too stumble back from him. Christian felt that warmth again whispering at his back and smooth down it. Pain nipped at him and he shivered. The demon gave a cry of surprise then rushed for the door bellowing its alarm. Christian remained perfectly still, something behind him. Then felt his restraints go slack, and yelped. His own weight foreign and tumbled to the ground, catching himself on his palms before hitting the floor. Panting he felt his wings draped over his back limply and found the energy to turn his head. Lips parting in silent surprise Fate smiled back at him and crouched down. She lopped one hand beneath his arm and helped him too his feet. Pain rippled through his body and he sucked in a sharp breath.
“Just relax Christian.” Letting him lean in against her, blood smeared up along his arms. He must have looked a mess, but he was too tired too care. Relief swamped him at her touch, and the exhaustion he hadn’t allowed dragged him down. Noise flooded the room and Fate looked up as Persephone swarmed in. Eyes locking, the demoness hissed.
“Grab her!” Men lunged forward but the woman was already gone with her prize.~~

Waking with a start he frowned and rubbed his temple. He’d dozed off again.
“’Ave a nice dream?” The rusty tone called from across the room. Sereph shot a looked at Rodny, blinking. The man sat there grinning at him. Sereph had fallen asleep in the arm chair after dressing and sitting there to wait for Fate.
“How do you know Fate anyway?” He inquired, curbing the topic of convocation. Rodny shrugged twirling a cigarette about his fingers then popped it in his mouth.
“Dun’o. Just ‘ave always kno’n ‘er.” Something in those words didn’t ring completely true, but he let it go and tried too smile. The action seemed tired and weak on his lips.
“How long have you known?” Slumping back into his seat he finally allowed his body to relax slightly. Rodny seemed too mull it over in his mind, testing his answers mentally before shrugging again and lighting the smoke dangling from his lips. Cupping his palm about the tip then setting the lighter aside and inhaling. Something about him seemed different when he was sober; he seemed calmer, more sane than he’d ever suspected?
“Long time…I forget ‘ow long exactly.” Unlike the last answer, this one rang true. There was suddenly a pale smell of fresh rain and blood. Sereph’s head snapped up and he spun his attention about too the door. Fate stood there with Christian supported against her. Blood smeared across his brow and matting his hair. A gash lanced across his lip, oozing red. A set of dark demonic wings dangled uselessly from his back, slick with blood and fluids from their birth. His hair seemed disheveled. The sweat and blood that thickened it left it parted enough too see the naked line of angry red that barbed across his eyes. The warming brown drowned beneath grazed flesh and fluid. Something clenched in Sereph’s gut, it would heal and scar, but not even an angel could completely mend such a mark. Chris would be forever blind, with only one good eye. The angel surged to his feet and took Christian’s weight easily as the man seemed and make a small sound in his throat, painfully, then stumbled in against him. His whole body tensed as he rose his one good eye to Sereph with effort.
“Seph…” The word was almost to quite too hear, but rough against the man’s throat as he grimaced.
“Chris…” He was forced to swallow the pain surging in his chest. “Can you hide your wings?”
Something shuddered through Christian, pain, hurt and sorrow, at the mention of the new set. Closing his eye the wings twitched them melted away etching their mark down his back, barely visible beneath the thick coat of blood. He gasped and Sereph quickly scooped him up before he blacked out. He felt bad, but he couldn’t carry him with the wings. Not easily. He didn’t want to hurt him more than needed. Chris’ head rested in the hollow of his neck panting. The demon nestled in face closer in against his throat and a weak growl trickled from his lips. Sharp fangs pressed into his throat, then Chris seemed to catch himself and jerked back with such strength Sereph nearly dropped him. The man continued panting, this time for other reasons. His eye closed tightly as the angel turned to Fate. She seemed sad.
“He needs blood.”
Sereph gazed down at the one in his arms trembling with restraint.
“Fate, can you gather some things with Rodny to help patch Chris up. I’ll deal with this.”
Fate seemed concerned, while Rodny remained unsure to his meaning? Sereph carted Christian down the hallway and into their bedroom.