Vengeance Owned

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Milo Andros stood alone in a narrow, dark alley way arguing with himself. He was supposed to be on his way to a rather important job, but really….. this was just too enticing, too delicious to leave alone.

It was a nice night, almost midnight on a cool starless night, with a soft breeze blowing and no sounds except the soft pitter patter of a light rain falling, and a cat snuffling for food in the alley‘s dumpster.

He smiled as he moved a little closer to his new found target. Surely, The other could wait just a little while……. a few measley minutes was all it would take, and anyway, if Milo had ever been any good at resisting temptation he wouldn’t be where he was now, now would he?

Milo is a demon after all. To be more precise, Milo is a demon of vengeance. All in all, vengeance demons don’t rank very highly in the general hierarchy of hell, but Milo had proven himself to be quite good at his job and over the centuries had accumulated quite a bit of respect in the corridors of Hades.

He was crucial to the fragile balance of good and evil.

Without demons like him people had a tendency to forget, and that could in no way be allowed.

What with every fool and his retarded brother with a bible screeching warnings at them from every direction, people foolishly forgot that Hell wasn’t just about the corruption of the innocent. Oh no, nooooooo indeed, it was also very much invested in punishing the wicked, and occasionally with the sanction of below and above that punishment didn’t necessarily have to wait until after ones death. Hence the need for Milo.

Just off the alley where Milo was currently debating with himself about whether he should go with duty or fun stood the current object of his interest. A small funeral parlor. Very much like hundreds of other small funeral parlors in hundreds of other small towns. Just a two story building; dark and moody with no real distinguishing features except the sign out front that declared it to be:

Smith Brothers Funeral Home
Established 1954
Hyde Street, North Carolina.

A unremarkable building off a uninteresting alley in a unexceptional town smack in the middle of nowhere U.S.A. Yet, if you could look closer; perhaps see inside this ordinary as dirt building as Milo could with his preternatural vision, then you might become aware of a few peculiar things happening in the basement of this nondescript structure on Hyde Street.

One thing in particular that you might notice is that, bustling around in the basement is one Abner Dewitt. A short, balding, round man with bad skin and yellowed teeth pulling a small trolley of embalming supplies from the body of his last “client” around to a metal slab that holds the body of a young girl: one Miss Angel Avery. Recently deceased by way of a snakebite gotten while hiking in the woods with her girl scout troop and looking more than anything like a small broken doll placed carefully on the cold unforgiving steel of the table.

Abner sighed sadly as he gazed down at her inert form.

So young; such a horrible, hideous shame. It was truly a tragedy to lose one so young and pretty as Miss Avery.

Abner had had the dubious pleasure of meeting Miss Avery’s mother earlier that day. The silly cow had blubbered all over everyone until mercifully, someone had given her a sedative to calm her down. It was hard to believe that such a repugnant, bovine creature could truly be the mother of the delicate, perfectly formed child resting in front of him.

His beady little eyes swept over the small body; noting the blond hair that curled softly around her exquisite face, flawless alabaster skin that looked as though it had never seen the sun, delicate pastel pink lips only mildly tinged with blue and azure eyes that were just barely visible beneath almost translucent eyelids that would never open on the world again. She was twelve years old, was Miss Avery, but she was a tiny thing that easily could have passed for ten. Older than Abner generally liked, but being so petite and dainty he still found her quite lovely.


Outside the demon hissed through a Cheshire cat grin.

Milo really just could NOT resist. His mind made up he concentrated on the building before him and swiftly his form began to change until it was unrecognizable. His physical being began to warp and melt until there was nothing but a bubbling pool of vile smelling liquid left on the pavement. Liquid that suddenly hissed loudly and vaporized into a fog that began to creep around and through the night, slipping unnoticed under the doors of Smith Brothers Funeral Home and silently entering the basement.


Unaware, Abner unbuttoned the female child’s shirt and drew back with a soft sigh of pleasure as he took in the flawless white skin, the flat little belly and the small just barely beginning to form breast with their pale pink nipples.

She really was a perfect specimen.

Hands shaking with emotion he moved lower, slowly stripping the girl until he had her completely naked except for her small pink cotton panties. He stared in awe at the beauty before him.

Abner fought to control his breathing as excitement coursed through his body. Control was very, very important. It was imperative that he do nothing detectable to her corpse in a fit of lust. Still, when he finally reached out to tug down her tiny cotton underpants he was nearly whimpering with desire. It wasn’t very often that he got the pleasure of dealing with one so fresh and innocent. Abner fully intended to make the most of their time together.

Breathing heavily he stuffed the underpants in his pocket as a souvenir for later. It would be a jewel to add to his collection. Months from now he would still be able to pull them out and remember their time together.

Abner felt no guilt about what he was doing. Why should he? After all, he didn’t kill them. He just happened to be in the lucky position to enjoy the children after they were dead. Still, he was no fool. Abner was well aware of the consequences of getting caught, and he planned to do everything he could to avoid that particular predicament. It would be so easy to arouse suspicions if the girls body showed signs of damage.

He smiled down at her as he tenderly stroked her soft blonde curls. Beyond doubt she was an angel in every sense of the word. His angel.

Now that she was stripped completely naked, Abner just stood back and drank it all in.

Perfect.

Truly Exceptional.

He bent down and inhaled the scent of her hair. Strawberries and cream. Abner was practically purring as he raised a lock of blond hair to his lips. His face flushed with heat and he felt himself stiffen uncomfortably in his trousers. Suddenly, Abner had to turn away, just for a moment to calm himself, and as he did a waiting fog rolled over and into the girls lifeless body with a whisper.

Abner pressed the palm of his hand down hard on his now rock hard cock, cursing his own weakness. Telling himself to breath deeply and relax. Certainly the girl wasn’t going anywhere. He had all night to enjoy his prize. Slowly it began to work. He calmed down and turned back to his waiting treasure.

“Little one……” Abner whispered, tracing his fingertips lightly over her arms and legs, trying to memorize every dip and curve by touch.

So sweet. A darling child.

He dared to lightly tweak one tiny rosebud nipple and gasped, delighted at how springy the newly dead flesh still remained.

“Sweet girl……” Abner cooed.

Someone’s daughter.
Someone’s heartbreak.
Such a waste.

Unable to bear it any longer, Abner undid his belt and unzipped his now very tight pants. Such an angel. My princess, he thought as he slowly parted her legs and gazed enraptured at the tiny almost bald mound displayed so mouth wateringly before him.

It was too much.

He couldn’t wait any longer, he heaved himself up onto the table and knelt between the pale splayed legs of the corpse. Smiling he bent down and pressed a kiss to the tiny rosebud lips of his beloved, moaning as he slithered his tongue into the unresponsive mouth. He quickly jerked back as he felt a sudden pain in his lip. His mouth was flooded with the taste of copper.

Gingerly he felt his lip. His fingers came back sticky with blood.

Of course, he was so stupid! He had forgotten those perfect lips concealed metal braces.

“Still have some bite left my darling?” he chuckled looking down at the small perfect face.

“No bother.” Abner whispered. “I forgive you.”

Grasping his penis with one hand he pushed into her unresisting body. Dear god but she was tight! Cold but not unpleasantly so, his cock was in heaven. He slowly began to thrust into her, biting into his already mangled lip as he fought to make it last as long as possible.

Gazing down into her sweetly angelic face as he pumped away inside her dead body.

"Angel….." Abner whined.

The pace picked up and he began to babble, "Loveyouloveyouloveyouloveyou!!"

He felt his stomach clench and his balls tighten and knew it wouldn’t be long and then........

"I love you too Aaaab-ner." Declared a breathy high pitched voice from out of the blue.

All movement on the table came to a screeching halt as Abner’s eyes bugged out of his head and his mouth opened and closed in a most fish like manner.

"Whats the matters Abneeer?" The small girl under him pouted as she batted big blue eyes at him. "Don’t you love me anymore?"

"Y-y-you!"........ "Youre dead!" Abner shrieked.

"Well yes…" Angel Avery grinned up at him with sharp little white teeth covered with a flash of silver braces. "I am at that."

Abner screamed bloody murder and would have scrambled back off the table to go running out into the night, but the girl was having none of that.

Small claw like hands clamped viciously around his neck, and pale pink fingernails dug deep bloody ruts into his skin as sinewy legs wrapped around him with unnatural strength; most effectively cutting off his exit.

"Is there a problem Abner?" Angel cackled, "don’t you want me?"

She jerked him down to her so that they were nose to nose with a strength forged in the deepest, darkest pits of hell to spit out, “Don’t you love me?……… Darling.”

Abners mind and his body both short-circuited simultaneously. With a strangled gasp his heart exploded in his chest as with no mercy; Abner Dewitt was summarily bitch slapped straight into the blackest recesses of hell where he was met with open arms by the devil himself.

He collapsed forward bonelessly onto the corpse he had been so gleefully molesting just a few moments previously. His last vision of this world; the small satisfied smile that graced those perfect rosebud lips.

Outside the sky was clear.

The moon was peeking out through the clouds and all was peaceful in the narrow, dirty alley on Hyde Street. Of course, if you listened very closely, from inside the basement of a small funeral parlor just off that alley; you could hear the echo of a vengeful demon, laughing his ass off.