Chapter One: King of Clubs
Klaus sat leisurely in his throne, watching from above the chaos of battle. Golden-red eyes were half shut, scrutinizing the area with a cold gaze. His long tail was twitching in annoyance, its pointed tip digging into the wall above. The angels' who had intruded upon his domain had been foolish to think they could take on his army of trained soldiers. Behind him his brother Elijah stood calmly, analyzing the situation with veiled distaste; he so loathed the blood staining the floors of the castle, but alas.
"Angels," Klaus growled, his face twisting into a scowl as he looked down at the destruction. "They are such vapid, annoying creatures with their sermons and hymns; less tolerable than Rebekah at times."
"Brother, focus." Elijah stated drily, his stare not wavering from the battle.
"Relax, Elijah. They shall never succeed in taking my kingdom." Waving his hand in dismissal, he watched his words become proven as the attacking angels fell back.
"We shall, demon!" a voice said from above them, light but dangerous. The voice drew the brothers' gazes to the angel fluttering above them. She wore no heavenly armor- she was not among the order of Powers. Yet still her green eyes gazed at them in defiance, alit with the desire to strike them down in her righteousness. Large white wings were unfurled behind her back, spread out aggressively.
She was beautiful. Klaus stared at the creature with want, gold taking over the iris completely as he appraised her. Light filled her very being, pouring out from her form, attracting a creature of darkness such as him.
While he was watching her, it seemed she had taken the opportunity to lunge, pulling a blade out from the air. "You will perish, demon!"
Immediately Elijah was in front of her, his hand grasping her throat and forcing her to release the blade. It dropped to the ground with a clang, leaving the angel to claw at his hands frantically.
"We are no mere demons, you foolish angel. My name is Klaus, and I am the Ruler of Hell. The Devil, if you will." Smirking, Klaus let Elijah exhibit his vast power over the angel as he held her in place, waiting for his brother's command.
"Release her," Klaus said after a moment of deliberation, watching as his brother let her drop from his hold. The angel crashed to the ground, coughing. Leaning forward, Klaus let his gaze wander over her form, appraising her magnificent wings with interest. Flickering his eyes' over to her face, he saw the evident disdain crossing her features. Anger swelled within him at the slight, but he suppressed it. Now was not the time. "What brings you to my domain, angel? You are not of the Powers."
Snarling, the insolent angel ignored his questions, rising to stand. Her actions brought Klaus himself to rise from his throne as well, catching her sweet scent of lilies as he moved. Elijah was positioned behind him, ready to intervene if the angel made a move to attack.
Again, Klaus felt his eyes roam over her body, looking for a sigil to give away her position. When he found none, he frowned, narrowing his eyes at the elusive creature. Moving forward, Klaus swayed his tail back and forth, signaling to his brother that he was dismissed and to not disturb him.
Frowning, Elijah obeyed, disappearing quickly from the balcony above Hell and to his chambers. For now, he knew it best to not interfere with Niklaus's plans.
Klaus saw the angel stiffen now that they were alone. She was fearful. Closing in on her, he left no room for space between them. Staring at her unflinchingly, he asked again, "Tell me, angel. Why have you intruded upon my domain?"
"I am here to prove my worth to God, by helping to overcome the vile creatures of Hell!" She finally said, and the determination in her tone was endearing. "And you shall not stop me; release me now, heathen, and perhaps God will not smite you!"
At her words, Klaus felt amusement course through him. Chuckling, he let his arm fall around her waist, bringing the angel closer to him. Letting his breath wash over her face, his voice shook her. "You really are the fool, aren't you? God has no power here. No one shall help you now. Look, even your brethren have fled." For once, he spoke the truth. The Powers had vanished earlier, realizing that for now Hell's forces were too strong. They knew not of the girl's rash partings with them from Heaven. They had left her.
The girl seemed to be momentarily stunned as she looked around, noticing now that the fighting had ceased and the area was once again crawling with creatures of sin. Alone, the celestial being let her face drop, panic running across her eyes. Looking back, she realized now she was face to face with the most powerful creature in Hell. Golden eyes clashed with her green ones, regarding her with a hunger that scared her to her core. Even her Grace thrummed with fright.
Her pride and impulse had led her straight to her death.
With her thoughts serving as a distraction, Klaus let himself brush his fingers across her cheek, the soft skin lighting his own with a fire. Within the moment, he decided he would keep her; he was intrigued and would find out the meaning behind this pull at his chest.
Klaus was on her again as she tried to move away, wrapping his tail around her waist and muttering an incantation under his breath. Shackles appeared, clamping down on her wrists with a long chain drooping down to the ground, binding the angel and weakening her power significantly. She would be unable to leave his domain.
Gasping at the unexpected chains encircling her wrists, the angel cried out, a sad sound of china breaking. Glaring up at Klaus, eyes full of hate, the angel immediately demanded release.
"You cannot simply take an Angel of the Lord! Release me, or… or else!"
Bringing her defiant self closer to him, he pressed his body firmly against hers, delighting in the shudder it elicited from her pretty pink mouth. Nuzzling his face into her neck, he inhaled deeply and growled. She was his. "I believe I shall do as I please, angel."
Holding his new prisoner tightly in his arms, he vanished from his balcony and into his chambers, quickly creating the perfect prison for his new guest by crafting another room within his own bedroom and encasing it with angelic and demonic wards across the walls; not even his siblings would be able to enter. They appeared in this new room complete with lavish furnishing; nothing but the best for his angel. Placing her inside, he shut the door quickly, leaving the room to see to his siblings.
"Where is the angel?" Elijah asked as soon as Klaus showed in the dining hall, watching from his seat as Klaus's indifferent expression did not change.
"She fled," He stated, his tone finalizing the matter. Elijah gave a look of suspicion, yet said nothing as Klaus took his place at the head of the table.
"I hope the angels attack again sometime in the next decade," Kol said cheerily from Elijah's right. "Defeating their fluffy asses is such fun!"
"Oh Kol, do not speak of such things at dinner! I shall lose my appetite!" Rebekah interjected.
Content for now to listen to his siblings' chatter, Klaus leaned back in his chair and sipped at his wine, ignoring the wary glances of his older brother.
By the time dinner was completed, the angel had been in his capture for several hours. In this time, Klaus had become short tempered and impatient to escape his siblings. Elijah had closely watched him throughout dinner, his gaze cold and calculating. He had wanted nothing more than to drive a dagger through him, if only to have him cease his accusatory gaze.
Striding to his corridors, he entered his bedroom silently, crossing the room to where the new bedroom was positioned. Inside he could hear the angel's cries for home. Scoffing, he ignored the sounds; this was his angel's home now. She had best become accustom quickly. Unlocking the door and slipping inside, he swiftly caught the lamp aimed at his head, smashing it on the ground before prowling towards the distraught girl curled on the bed.
Bearing his fangs, he watched as she glared up hatefully at him. Infuriated at the defiance, he climbed on top of her and pinned her to the bed, enjoying the way she struggled delightfully beneath him. He held her down with ease.
"Behave, angel. Or shall I be forced to make you kneel to me?" Gasping in outrage, fire brewing in her eyes, she immediately began to swing around wildly, flinging her chains around and creating quite the noise.
"I would never kneel for you," She said resolutely, wishing she could appear more menacing in the moment. Her thoughts were solidified when the devil merely laughed, leaning down and trailing his lips across her jaw slowly, tantalizingly.
"You will," He said, his assurance leaving her cold. "For now, you are mine to do with what I please. No one shall come for you here, no one shall save you."
"But why do you want me anyways?" She cried out in frustration. "I hold no proper rank in Heaven," She admitted. "And I don't like you!" She announced bitterly, crying out at the nip at her skin he gave at her admittance.
"It doesn't matter if you like me or not, young one. You intrigue me." Curling his hand around her waist, he slid his tail around her thigh, holding her further in place. "You're beautiful," Klaus said, gripping her hair and pulling her head back; dragging his tongue down her throat. "You're brave," He kissed her shoulder. "You're full of light." He finished, cupping her breast in his hand and massaging it gently. She tried to push him off, but the shackles weighed her hands down until they fell compliantly by her sides.
"And you're full of darkness and deceit!" She snapped, giving off a moan when the devil pressed himself firmly unto her.
She began to move beneath him, yet now her face looked pained. Scrutinizing her, he suddenly realized her rather large wings were being crushed underneath her. Sighing in disappointed, he pulled back, letting her position herself so her wings flared out on the bed spread. Klaus eyed them in interest; he had not seen another pair of wings this up close since being banished from Heaven all those millennium ago.
"You are simply stunning, my dear." Klaus said, smiling despite her stiffening. "And you are mine."
"I will never be yours," his angel said spitefully, though he could see the veil of anxiousness hidden behind the fury she displayed.
"I beg to differ, angel." Klaus said calmly, shoving the dress she was wearing up so it was only covering her breasts. Exposed, Caroline immediately bucked, trying to be released from his strong hold. Humiliation sprung forth in her eyes, yet he did not relent. "You are already mine."
Letting his fingers take their true form, claws sprung up from his nails, long and sharp. Angry at her refusal to submit, Klaus flipped her so she was on her stomach. Her wings twitched with aggression, flapping incessantly. He was undeterred as he dug his claws into her back, dragging them down until he came to the top of her bum. He stopped, waiting for her weakened healing process to repair the skin before repeating the painful occurrence. He ignored her screams; the shackles on her wrists made it so she felt most of the pain. But this was nothing in comparison to what he had endured; she would behave or she would be punished.
Again he dragged his claws down her back, careful not to damage her beautiful wings. The smell of her blood tempted him, and with relish he tasted the blood on her back before her wounds healed, letting his tongue soak up the heady taste of her sweet blood. He was tempted to sink his fangs into her neck, bite into her and taste her completely. But alas; another time.
He waited until her skin was once again pure white before he pushed her to the floor. She was a crying, whimpering mess, tears streaming down her face with no end. Sliding down to the floor as well, he straddled her. "You are mine." He reaffirmed sternly, staring down at the panting angel beneath him. Instantly, he felt his dick tighten at the thought of other ways she would soon be panting.
But for now, the beautiful creature's eyes were filled with pain and fear. He frowned, not liking it. When he reached for her she flinched away, the distrust on her face prominent. Unsure of how to proceed, he forcefully pulled her to him, ignoring her struggles as he positioned them both back on the bed.
Eventually she lay still against him, her breathing quiet as if she were afraid to make a sound in his presence.
"Sh… it is okay, you're safe. You're safe. I don't want to hurt you." He said, brushing her wings gently with his hands. "You simply must understand that you are mine."
The angel whimpered, not agreeing yet not refuting his claim. He ignored this small defiance for now, instead indulging in the feel of her soft skin.
He pulled back after a moment, grasping her chin and looking into the creature's panicked eyes. "What is your name, my dear?"
When she did not respond, he narrowed his eyes and tightened his hold on her. Grimacing, she answered. "Caroline."
"Caroline," He tested the name on his tongue. "Well, my lovely Caroline. I suggest you become comfortable in your new home; you shall be staying here until you prove to me you can behave."
"How long do you plan to keep me in Hell? Until you tire of me and kill me?" She scoffed, the crack in her voice giving her away. She was still very fearful.
"Oh, my sweet angel. I plan to keep you by my side forever." Kissing her forehead, he finally released her from his embrace, disappearing from the room and locking the door. Tonight he would give her a reprieve; but tomorrow he would hold her in his arms for the rest of his nights.
Caroline watched as he vanished, leaving her alone. She had never been alone quite like this before; without her brothers and sisters surrounding her. Curling up with a blanket, she let her large wings fold over her, providing her with the illusion that she was merely resting at home. Feeling the tears prickle at the corner of her eyes, she wiped them away. She had to be strong. No one could save her now; she was in possession of the most feared and powerful resident of all of Hell. She would have to earn his trust; she only wished she could disregard the rage and fear she felt when facing him. She had no wish to become complacent to her situation; merely adapt.
Though the fact that he wanted her so strongly scared her; in Heaven it was not uncommon for to angels to mate, even share their Graces. But she had had no desire to participate, never feeling strongly enough about any of her companions.
Sighing, Caroline closed her eyes, trying not to despair over her situation for now. She only hoped to never feel such pain again. The Devil was truly a cruel creature.
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