A/N: A strange idea…well, not that strange since I've seen this type before used in other genres, but Star Ocean needed one too, right? Anyway, you can blame my reading of Paradise Lost for this. Finally, a school assignment becomes useful! XD
Disclaimer: I don't own star Ocean and no way in heck do I actually own God or any other heavenly or devilly being because that would make me God and I don't want that.
"All angels ranked as principalities, please report immediately to the Prayer Room for assignments," the loudspeaker crackled.
Fayt Leingod nodded sagely. It was only expected. His group hadn't been on a mission in almost a week. Principality was the lowest rank in the angel hierarchy so they were always last to receive assignments. Fayt had been a principality for over fifty years. Most angels would have risen to the next rank, dominion, by then, but no one was willing to trust Fayt with more authority. Fayt was created with a genetic abnormality that gave him bluish tinged hair and the ability to accidentally cause great destruction when he was frustrated. The archangels in charge of promotion feared he could easily become a fallen angel.
Fayt knew all of this. The other angels were too kind to gossip about him, but he read the pity in their eyes. Poor Fayt, to be a cursed angel. Fayt tried hard not to let it affect him. He tried to concentrate on controlling himself and proving he could be trusted, but he knew he had little chance of making it to dominion.
Fayt slipped on his pale blue robe of a principality angel and walked into the Prayer Room, trying to ignore the sad, sympathetic smiles. Gabriel nodded solemnly at Fayt as he walked in and waited until all the other principalities were gathered. He was handing out scrolls with the names of children. "Sophia Esteed," he began. "Roger Huxley. Mirage Koas. Clair Lasbard. Fayt Leingod." There were other names called, but Fayt was no longer paying attention, desperately clutching his scroll as his last hope of redemption.
Gabriel stood in front of the assembled angels and spoke. "These are all children that have sent in a prayer request. Most ask for comfort in a difficult time or for safety on a journey. Whatever the case, fulfill your assignment with all your heart, soul, and mind. The blessings of our Lord go with you. Amen."
The angels bowed their heads and unfurled their feathery golden wings. They flew towards the earth, gradually separating in many directions. Fayt's child, Wallace Greene, lived in Sydney, Australia. As Fayt flew closer, the other angels went their separate ways and Fayt was alone. He flew closer and closer until he was at the tree line.
Suddenly he halted. Blocking his ways was a demon offspring of a fallen angel. All demons had gray skin, red eyes, straight shoulder length black hair, and leathery bat-like wings the complete opposite of an angel's shining brightness.
Fayt approached the demon boldly. "I come here on God's authority. Step aside, foul creature."
The demon gave Fayt a smug look. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Albel Nox. You're just a principality. You have no right to order me around. Go back to heaven where you belong."
"I have been a principality for more than fifty years," Fayt spat. "I have plenty experience dealing with your kind."
The demon's eyes glinted with mischief. "Cocky, aren't you?" He grinned. "That reminds me…"
Fayt tried to ignore Albel and fly past him, but he was thwarted at every turn. Finally, he accepted that he would have to fight past the demon.
The two engaged in fierce hand to hand combat that turned into something like wrestling. The demon could not let Fayt get past so he simply wrapped his arms around the angel's waist and held on tightly.
Fayt desperately struggled to get out of the demon's grasp. Albel would not let go, although this game was beginning to bore him. His eyes drifted across Fayt for a good spot for a hash blow to break the angels back and force him back to heaven to heal. He could not kill an angel, but he would settle for seriously wounding him. Albel was distracted from his purpose when he noticed that hi sharp claws had torn the back of Fayt's robe to tatters. He grinned wickedly and let his own robe fall open in the front.
Fayt's eyes widened in surprise and his body tensed at the sudden pain. He screamed and fought to get away. But Albel grasped the angel firmly, thrusting into him harder and faster.
Angels did not have sex; they were born of blood from both parents. It was a new and painful sensation for Fayt.
"What are you doing to me?" Fayt shrieked, writhing in pain.
"Raping you," Albel said calmly, moving one hand from Fayt's waist to touch the angel's genitals.
Angels did not get aroused. While it was true that male angels had the proper organs, they were used simply to pee, not for sex. Fayt felt nothing, except the shame of being violated.
Getting no reaction from Fayt, Albel let out a disappointed sigh, intertwining his limbs more tightly around the angel until they were practically glued together.
Fayt continued to cry out in pain and twist in Albel's grip, but he was tiring. His movements were progressively weaker, his shrieks fading until he fell limp in Albel's arms.
Albel held onto Fayt's wrists, digging in with his claws, relishing the pained expression on the angel's face. He emptied his essence into Fayt's body, studied his face for a moment and then let go, watching the angel fall to the ground.
The demon flew gracefully to earth and landed a short distance from Fayt's crumpled body. He had enjoyed the angel's tortured screams. He took great pleasure in the terror and anguish written across the beautiful face. All angels were gorgeous creatures with glowing, flawless skin, full lips and most of them had shoulder length golden curls, except for this one. Albel smirked. "We should do this again sometime," he said with a short laugh.
Fayt groaned weakly. "Why do you defile me?" he whispered miserably.
"Because I can," Albel said simply. He walked away, calmly noting how Fayt struggled to his feet and flew upward painfully on his battered wings.
So it was a strange way to battle an angel, but it worked. No only did he have Fayt crying out with pain, but he had destroyed the angel's innocence. A two in one bonus. Satan would be pleased.