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Cecidit Angelus	By : Kimmimaru Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 2013 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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No longer shall man's salvation be dependent on his self-denial. And it will be known that the world of the flesh and of the living shall be the greatest preparation for any and all eternal delights! – Devils Bible

“Wait...Sebastian...”

I was drawn from my thoughts and blinked at the young Master. “Hmm?”

“Are you planning on telling me...that you have...with the devil?” I saw a faint blush on his cheeks and chuckled softly at his obvious discomfort.

“If you do not wish me to tell you I can always...”

“No. Continue, the story is...most intriguing.” He lifted his half empty cup to his lips and I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across my face, yes, I had chosen well with this one. His soul would be worth the wait and long months of self starvation.

“As you wish, my Lord.”

“...So I brought out fire from within you; it consumed you, and I turned you to ashes on the earth in the sight of all who saw you. All who know you among the peoples are appalled at you; you have come to a dreadful end and shall be no more forever" (Ezekiel 28:11-19, NIV).

I was forced roughly into the wall, the children were unable to see us as we had cloaked ourselves but I still felt nervous. “Lucifer!” I gasped as his hands found the buttons on my black velvet jacket.

Now, angels are, by their very nature, hermaphrodites. They have the option of being male or female depending on the situation, however a demon chooses his or her sex. When I was cast from heaven I decided to become a man as that was a form I preferred. Lucifer too had become male.

“Azriel...let us indulge in all things sinful! Let me see your white flesh exposed to me...” I stared up into Lucifer’s eyes and saw the cat like pupils dilate and consume the irises. They turned into two deep pools of black, none of that beautiful azure remained.

“I-I...” I stuttered helplessly as he quickly divested me of my garments.

“Ah, you choose to wear black as if you are in mourning! The colour suites you. The absence of light, the most obvious sign that you have given up the Light of God...” his fingers played idly with my cravat, which had upon it a golden broach in the form of a raven, its eye a tiny black diamond. My hair, long at the time, was tied back in a lose braid with a satin ribbon. Lucifer unceremoniously dropped my coat to the dirty floor and I felt a twinge of regret, I had become rather attached to the item. Then I was stripped of my shirt and he paused and stared at my body. He smiled like a snake and ran his fingers across my skin making me shudder. “I want to see it.” He whispered softly into my ear.

“See what, my Lord?” I replied.

“Your demonic form...wearing the face of an angel hardly befits the act we are about to commit.”

“Lucifer I...I...really don’t want to...”

He lifted my face to his when I tried averting my eyes. “Azriel...” he murmured.

“No...I can’t...” I said softly and pressed my hands against his chest. “I despise that form; it is a curse...a constant reminder of what I have become. It is...ugly.”

“I think he doth protest too much.” Lucifer muttered and grinned revealing his very sharp teeth. “I have seen you in that form, I have watched as you devoured those unfortunate souls...like a great raven you descended upon them scattering them as they tried to flee in terror, I enjoyed watching...”

I sighed heavily and met his eyes. “I will consent...If that is what you truly wish.”

“It is.”

I stepped back from him, as far as the wall would allow. My eyes took in the scene of the grieving children and I closed my eyes and allowed my form to change...

Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about seeking whom he may devour. (Bible, 1 Peter v. 8.)

“Hair as dark as midnight, eyes the colour of the bloodstain’d dawn, skin as white as the lily beneath the pale moon...You belong to me now, Azriel...”

His hands were cold on my burning flesh, his fingers tangled in my hair, pulling and tugging with feverish desire; his lips demanding, his tongue the very flames of Hell. I could feel his teeth digging into my flesh, drawing the blood like a vampire. His nails clawed at the remnants of my expensive attire rendering me helpless and vulnerable, my throat was exposed and Lucifer tended it with his soft lips. The most exquisite rose petals, moistened with dew. Then his teeth nipped playfully at me, I heard his deep throated growl, the sound of an animal devouring its prey. He drew soft, breathless moans from me as he pushed me to the floor opening my legs and capturing my mouth once again. I was trembling beneath him, I had watched the humans commit acts such as this but had never considered mimicking them...until now. When it came to the point of penetration he was rough, his hands gripped my wrists so I was unable to fight him off and he pressed into me ignoring my cries of agony. I arched my back off the floor crying his name desperately.

The world became filled with light, it surrounded me and engulfed me, drowning my soul and devouring everything that I had been. The last, delicate rays of hope I had of ever regaining God’s Grace vanished and I gave myself to the darkness. Pleasure swamped me, invigorating me and replaced my love of the light and all things good. I looked up into those blue eyes and tightened my legs around Lucifer’s waist. I lifted myself up and surrounded him in my arms, I could feel his straining muscles, and my long nails dug into his back. I buried my face into his long yellow hair and breathed in his preternatural scent, I felt waves of pleasure whip through me drawing violent noises from my throat as he moved. I was covered in scratches and bite marks, blood seeped from the wounds but the sting added to the overall symphony of exquisite pleasure. Then an odd tightness grasped at my insides and I gasped throwing my head back as Lucifer grabbed a chunk of my hair and pulled, I cried out his name as a particularly intense feeling stole through me making my muscles tense and it was as if I was struck with lightening.

When we had finished Lucifer let me fall to the floor, surrounded by black velvet and white silk. I turned my head to his and saw his smile, he was...beautiful. His hair spun gold and his skin pure porcelain, his eyes two gorgeous blue sapphires that glittered with malice and fiery hatred of everything God-made. He ran fingers down my face and neck before following them with his tongue. “You see, Sin is what you make it Azriel and I would say that you enjoyed it.”

I could do little more than nod my head, my body still filled with memories of him. I watched him gather his white clothing together and begin the slow process of putting it on. I sat up and climbed shakily to my knees, my fingers took his and I began buttoning his shirt. He grinned down at me and ran fingers through my hair, I leaned into his touch and allowed him to pet me. I slowly and carefully dressed him, my hands quick and sure. When I had finished he stood and straightened out his embroidered coat. “I must take my leave, I expect you to serve me faithfully and you shall be amply rewarded.”

I smiled softly, while I ran fingers through my long hair. “Yes, my Lord.” I said and watched him leave.

And there was war in heaven: Michael and his angels fought against the dragon; and the dragon fought and his angels, And prevailed not; neither was their place found any more in heaven. And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the Devil, and Satan, which deceiveth the whole world: he was cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him.

(Revelation 12:7-9)

“Sebastian!” The young master gasped, his cheeks bright red and his hand covering his mouth in shock. Sometimes, it was easy to forget that I was speaking to a mere child. I looked into his deep blue eye and I smiled softly, his face was flushed and I could hear the blood rushing through his body. I knew he would taste good, I could see the fury and the hatred boiling in him sweetening the soul and making it all the more desirable...but it wasn’t just his soul I wanted...

“I apologise my Lord, I was caught up in my scandalous tale and I temporarily forgot to whom I was speaking.” I lowered my head and heard him cough to cover his evident embarrassment.

“Not to worry, carry on.” He said and dismissively waved his hand. I noticed his cup was empty as was the tea pot.

“Firstly I must attend to your needs, would you like some more tea?” I asked.

“No, I want to know more about the creature who bargained his freedom for a soul as tattered as mine. Continue, Sebastian.”

“As you wish.”

But I will forewarn you whom ye shall fear: Fear him, which after he hath killed hath power to cast into hell; yea, I say unto you, Fear him.

(Luke 12:5)

The plague was rife within the city, but it was not just London that was afflicted, with the orders of Lucifer we aided the disease so it spread further. People died in massive quantities, there was no end to the amount of souls we had to feast upon. Corpses rotted in the streets, people died in their own filth spreading darkness wherever they were. Their misery and loss of faith aided us in our mission, we were hungry, we had come to remove as many of God’s children as possible. We spread word that God had abandoned them and people threw themselves into the streets and began praying for forgiveness, they turned on each other raping and pillaging nearby homes. They even began punishing themselves, they whipped themselves, made themselves bleed in the hopes they could purge the Sin from their tender bodies.

Meanwhile, we demons revelled in the darkness that spread through Great Britain. It was indeed a feast. There was no end to the amount of souls we could devour and we celebrated by spreading corruption wherever we went. Lucifer stayed within the confines of his dark castle as he watched over his dominion, ever patiently waiting the promised day. He had sworn that when the day of Judgement arrived he would rise up and claim the land of the Mortals for himself, because God had not forbidden this. I didn’t care. I drowned myself in sin, I wrapped myself in it like a second skin and dragged the pure down with me. I tainted Virgins, I tempted good men into evil deeds, I gave Lucifer many, many gifts in the form of souls. He was pleased with my work and rewarded me often with his own gifts, however, I was not to quench the ravening desire that filled me each time I returned to hell to present my gifts to my Lord. He would bring me close to his great throne and lift my face to his from where I knelt at his feet before smiling softly and bidding me to rise, I was then returned to Earth to continue his work.

While I was in Hell I was surrounded by the haunting melodies of the damned, screams joined with chorus’s of song all praising Satan.

Spennato arcangelo

Cade nel vano.

Ghiacciato e’ fulmine

A Geova in mano

Meteore pallide,

Pianeti spenti,

Piovono gli angeli

Da I firmamenti

I spent some time standing upon the barren fiery depths and listen to the songs, the music lifting my spirits and giving me renewed hope in my Lord.

E corre un fremito

D’imene arcano

Da’ monti e palpita

Fecondo il piano;

A te disfrenasi

Il verso ardito,

Te invoco, o Satana

Re del convito**

Yes, all I wished for was his love and attentions and I was convinced I would be rewarded eventually. So, I dedicated myself to him. I gave him my body and soul to do with what he would in preparation for the coming war with Heaven.

**Latin Satanic Chant, unknown author.
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