Reign of the Angel
Prolouge
The world was dark and cold nothing but black and white through his eyes, he was nothing… he was space… he was… incomplete… even now floating in the many eons of what could have been he just… was. But… he knew that soon so very soon… all of this… nothing would end and his horror would be unleashed upon the lands raping and destroying as it went, he would become pain… he would become misery… he would the nightmares of mortal dreams… he would become… evil… purest evil to the darkest depths of his hellfire consumed soul.
So he waited and plotted, dreamt of all the bloodshed and war he would spread, sometimes he would dream of a great army pillaging the lands and strengthening his stores, other times he would dream of a horde of demons killing and burning all across their paths all for their twisted god and even some times he would dream of another goddess… another goddess and her sister… then… another god… together this band would bring eternal darkness… and then… he would wake up… he wake and plot… then sleep once more.
But now… floating about his empty space… it came… the moment his black heart yearned for so much, the very second upon hearing it his twisted mind overcame his 'body' with joy… the Angel… was ready to rise.
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The priestess thrust her hands into the air once more, the smell of mead, bread, and mutton was heavy in the air, along with the smell and sounds of the burning fires that surrounded her scantly clad body. The temple room around her was demonic in appearance, red and ebony was everywhere, the ceiling was ebony with red spikes jutting from them making the ceiling look more like some giant trap. The fire laid in metal spiders attached to the walls, some held in the hands of dark statues all carrying a scornful and hatred filled look. The floors red and black were marble, smooth and perfect such events as the one that consumed them currently. The Ceremony was opened, the ceremony to bring THEIR god to them, their ticket to power… moving more quickly and dancing about more erotically to stimulate the pure essence of this disgusting creature. She whisked a goblet off a table laughing about as her fellow priests and priestesses danced about and made love right on the floor, she tipped all of the bloody contents of the goblet down her throat feeling the crimson liquid splash down her throat sent her to almost orgasmic joy.
A priest moved behind her his hands tracing down her body to her thighs, to her stomach, edging closer to her more womanly sections of her body. She grinned in a evil lust hands locking around his moving them for him. She wanted this to happen to herself, she wanted to feel the male, her god wanted Death, he wanted blood, he wanted Sexual pleasure, he wanted Darkness.
Across the room slaves tied to poles, some lit slowly burning the flesh off the still screaming human, others hunks of flesh torn out of their bodies, their eyes still open and mouth still agape, other stood afraid, afraid and helpless awaiting their fate at the hands of these satanic cultists. One averted her widened eyes to the center of the room the very demonic thing they danced around, the portal in which… HE would arise from. The slave wasn't quite sure who… HE was but she wasn't sure she WANTED to find out, what kind of force could turn humans into… into… THIS would have no place in her head.
The Head priestess Tanya Lavern stood in her place her two royal guards standing next to her both dressed in demonic ebony armor carrying double edged spears that could tear through steal and bone with no problem. A long blood red scarf ran from their necks with the cult symbol on it. Tanya herself was dressed in little more then a black tight one piece, two shoulder blade type armor pieces edged with small rubies completed her clothing along with the long red cape that attached itself to the one piece's back, like the scarf's the cape had the symbol embedded on it as well.
Her own body was nothing to diss, perfectly sculpted and toned, her breasts possessed a unnaturally beautiful touch about them and her thighs and legs were quite generous designed for luring a male into her and catching him like a helpless male spider to a more superior more lustful female spider. She grinned her sea green eyes scanning the various followers of her dark god, the one she hoped to see, hoped to raise, hoped to see, smell, taste, to touch this god to feel him in all of his darkened glory and bloody elegance.
Her body quivered with anxious, it was soon now… soon she could feel it… she cast a glance over at the portal in the middle of the room, the one that would bring HIM into this world, the portal itself looked like a giant metal, demonic spider overturned and grasping a orb. The orb glowed a darker blue, but showed serious tinges of red, Tayna grinned at the redness… red meant how much time was left soon the entire orb would be filled and his elegance would step into the world of mortals.
Soon… so very soon…
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There's chapter one oh and if you really want INTO this story listen to these songs while reading.
The Blister Exists by Slipknot
Ich Will by Rammstein
R&R if you will please, short I know but please this is my newest and as of now only B&W fic on the site.
Next Chapter, the evil god is brought to this world and his dreams are made a cold and hard reality, but who were these gods and goddess his dreams described? We'll have to see won't we?
