~ Upon the misty Hell did an Angel fall to smite the demons of Hell back to the Pit they once came, his eyes a cold pure silver of God's light as his long hair fell to his waist with red with the blood of his foes, his skin pale with the death that claimed his mortal flesh as symbols of his Faith marked his face and left hand; his weapon the very whip of God's will, filled with the very tears of our Savior to repel the demons from Hell. His birth unto this Hell is proof that God has heard the prayers of the Faith and brought an Angel to battle the evil within the mist as a sign of love and mercy upon those who still have Faith. May the Angel of Faith guide the worth into the Paradise of God and out of the shadows~
That was the prayer of the Church when a man was seen walking through the mist, his reason there unknown to all but his actions were clear as he began to kill anything that came near him that wasn't human, it had been a week since Aeron had freed Siren from the Church and allowed his minions into the Church; the Faith of those still alive had weakened enough to allow the Hounds and Lying Figures into the holy building to continue their attack as Aeron tended to his Mate's sudden increased hunger. The news of the strange man had Aeron on edge as Siren's odd behavior seemed to have gotten the point of vomiting in the morning; it was strange to the demon because his Mate was devouring anything from the brain of the humans he brought her down to the genitals which was normally his own treat but she seemed to have a craving for them more so then usual, when he thought on it she would always pass them to him, the wastes within them making them unappealing to her. Siren had noticed the changes too but in a different way as a very small bump seemed to form over her stomach, the sight of it made her eyes widen before she started to gain the cravings that Aeron was only starting to notice, her vomiting the cause of faint movements over her stomach before she would feel the need to feed or happily nip at Aeron's neck before he would smile then go to touch her stomach making her jump up then growl at him like he was going to do something horrible to her.
'He cannot know of this… He may devour it.' Siren's instincts hissed to her before she gave a faint groan and sat up, walking to the door.
Aeron's hand on her neck stopped her as his thumb rubbed over the Mating Mark he had placed on her.
"Be careful…Strange forces are at work against us." Aeron warned before Siren nodded, her odd eyes calm before she walked out of the Haven.
'She has a different scent… More mature.' Aeron's instincts hissed into his ear before he tilted his head to one side.
He had never notice it before but his instincts were right, Siren's scent had started to change, it was such a small change that he wasn't even thinking of it when he first caught the change, he thought it was due to her more demonic side starting to show more; for some reason though he had the feeling that there was something wrong with her that she wasn't telling him. It was one thing to start to become more violent towards him but it was another reason for his Mate to hide the reason from him like she was, Siren had been that way for no more than a few days but it was that protective fear when he would try to touch her stomach; it was as if there was something there that she didn't want him to know about, like some secret that she herself wasn't able to handle. The only thing wrong with that is if she didn't know how to deal with the issue why wouldn't she talk to him about it unless she was too afraid of what his reaction would be, that's what was getting to him; this time he would ask her instead of just letting her walk away from it like she was doing, oh no, he would get his answers from her one way or another. Within moment of making up his mind he decided to trail Siren to see where she was going when she got mad at him for the strange reasons she was with a firm frown on his face; he didn't trust the rumors of a man that was killing the creatures of the mists and he would be damned to Hell if he let this stranger lay a hand on his Mate when he was out killing the creatures whom were to protect her, it was unheard of for a servant to disobey him; even more so with danger in the mists. He didn't leave the Great Knife behind incase h needed it to fend off anyone within the Order or the strange man of their Faith, he was determined to end the life of the so called 'Angel of Faith' with haste to keep the humans away from him and his Mate since he had gotten her from the Church, when he caught the scent of Siren he gave a groan hoping for a sound in return; Siren was starting to give off a rather eerie, almost howl like drone whenever she heard his groan, almost as if to tell him where she was, to his relief she sent out a gentle drone, almost cooing him to her location. With a bound in his step he neared her location before he heard the sound of a whip snap behind him.
"You the one they call Pyramid Head?" A firm yet rough tone asked Aeron, the voice sounded dead of emotion as he turn his head to glance behind him.
A man stood there wearing what looked like robes, a hood over his head to hide his face but on his left hand was a symbol of the Order.
"Your silence is your own undoing." The man said before he started to charge Aeron, the Great Knife felt lighter than before as he swung it at the intruder, the man's arm was caught by the tip of the blade making his eyes widen; the silver color was sickening to Aeron but the scent of his blood made him smirk.
'A holy man is it?' Aeron's instincts grinned with amusement.
'I don't care who he is… He is too close to my Mate.' Aeron growled in return.
The man in robes held his arm before he glared at Aeron and cracked his whip again, the light shimmering off the whip was an insult to the darkness that Aeron commanded, the glittering trail the whip left behind it was even more enraging but he ignored it for the sake of remaining focused on the man, the wind had picked up just enough for the hood of his cloak to be pushed down making Aeron laugh darkly; he knew the face of the man before him now, it was a face that he would never forget ever since he became the demon that was now.
"Jophiel, finally you come from your perch." Aeron laughed speaking in the language of the demons, the man's eyes narrowed.
"Aeron, how long as it been since you were cast out for the violation of Parisa?" Jophiel growled, Aeron's long tongue slithered out to lick his lips.
"Ah… Parisa, such a young and supple thing she was. How has she faired since that day?" Aeron's darker voice cooed to the Angel before him, he knew it would enrage the man but he wanted to see some rage from the man he once; so long ago called brother.
"Foul beast you dare to speak of her?" Jophiel growled sending the end of his whip around Aeron's neck causing a groan of pain to echo through the mist; Aeron snarled using the Great Knife to cut the Holy Whip and run his hand over the already healing wound around his neck.
"I do dare to speak of that tight little temptation. Do you know how she teased me before I finally took her?" Aeron smirked at the ever darkening glare of the Angel.
~2,000 years ago in Heaven~
She was one of the most beautiful Angels, her golden skinned kissed by the sun's light as bright hazel eyes scanned over the world, long cascading curls of fire and gold locks fell to the small of her back as a gentle smile graced her face, Parisa was graced with golden wings tipped with silver light by the God whom gave birth to her; however her eyes would glance towards Aeron. He was once and Angel of might, his high cheeks and golden eyes an envy of the males around him, his body a pale color of light as black wings hide his body from the sun; the light would often burn his skin instead of add color to it, he was an Angel on the border of Salvation and Damnation; his actions were both terrifying and meaningful as other Angels avoided him. His hands were a bold red up to his elbows as the Great Knife's blade seemed to be painted with rich ruby blood; it wasn't always the rustic blade it was, it was once a golden blade that both Angel and Demon alike feared; Aeron was a rebel-Angel bound to jump at the chance to strike at another Angel without a second though but with Parisa his only thoughts would stir his arousal. Jophiel and others knew of this dangerous attraction that Aeron had for Parisa and had tried to warn her of it; Jophiel more than the others for he too had feelings for her but his were more noble, he was willing to wait for the blessing of God and to be granted a human life with her so that the two could life together as husband and wife. The day of the Devil's Awakening was the day when Jophiel had tried to warn Parisa of Aeron's dangerous intent upon her virginity and came to her in the early dawn as she still rested in her tower nearest to the morning star.
"Parisa, we must speak." Jophiel pleaded, "Please awaken from your slumber." He said as he gentle shook the Angel with his gentle grey wings, his skin a soft caress upon her's.
When Parisa awoke she gave Jophiel a soft smile and sat up, her robes covering her round chest as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
"Jophiel?" She questioned, "What would bring you to my bed this morning?" She asked with a curious tone, Jophiel's eyes were serious as his tone was one of warning.
"Parisa, you play a dangerous game with Aeron." Jophiel said sternly, as if Parisa was a child. "He is untamable." He warned.
Parisa gave a faint chuckle.
"What game do you speak of Jophiel?" Parisa said with an innocent voice, she could fool anyone with that voice but her eyes told the worried Angel of her devious tempting of the monster within Aeron.
"Parisa… Do not lie to me." Jophiel said, his wings flaring to show that he wasn't fooled.
The female Angel gave a faint scoff and flicked her hair to one side before she raised a brow at him.
"And when do my actions affect you, Jophiel?" She retorted, Jophiel never made advances upon her making her feel as if he wasn't true to the words of other Angels telling her of his interest in her.
Jophiel's eyes widened before he raised his hand to strike her nearest wing as if to make her understand his feelings for her but instead he turned to leave giving her his coldest glare.
"When the beast takes you I will not show you mercy, I pray our God does not as well." He said before he walked out of Parisa's tower.
Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Aeron leaning against a stone wall watching the sun raise, his fangs showing as his face held a sinister grin as if he was thinking of something that had suddenly gave Jophiel shivers as he merely tried to guess what was on the dark Angel's mind before he turned and flew back to his own tower near Parisa's; he was grateful to be one of the closest Angels to Parisa for he was bound to protect her from the others who would dare to take her innocents from her, Aeron was the biggest threat to that cause as he was known to even rape the occasional stray demons that would wander into the borders of Heaven and Hell. The fact that an Angel would dare to even rape an outcast of Heaven was a sign that they were on the road to Hell and their fall would be the hardest but Aeron was blissfully blind to the signs that the others could clearly see when no action was taken because it was not an Angel being forced into the sinful actions that Aeron forced the demons into, he wasn't so foolish as to take them in Heaven but he would fly to them and taken them in the border that showed no one of his crimes but it was the marks on his back that told everyone what he had done and those where the actions that would put him on the path of the Master of Silent Hill. It was when the sun's light reached its peak that he made his move and walked into Parisa's tower, the days leading up to Aeron's visit were torture upon his self-control, he had seen her dance the night before as she always did; only this time she had seen him, she knowingly ran her hands up her sides and gave a sway of her hips, Aeron's mind was getting dark as he watched her sway her hips and let the top of her robes fall; showing him the tempting mounds of flesh upon her golden chest, her nipples risen from the cool wind caressing them as his own arousal grew; his eyes surrounded in black as his long deep brown hair blew over his shoulders before his wings hid him from view as he dared not to watch before she removed all of her clothing and beckoned to him like a sin in the night. Her beautiful red wings flared out in a sign of welcoming attraction before his wings folded behind his back and he watched her naked body dance for him in the moonlight, he could still see the sinful mound of flesh between her legs as her juices shimmered in the moon's light; she was wet for him and teasing him with the fact of it before she gave a smirk then vanished into her tower. Since then his every thought was of her as he strode into her tower.
'Are you going to do it?' A dark voice whispered to him, his only answer was a nod as he walked to Parisa's bed.
His wings tip on the wing closest to her ran up her leg in a gentle caress as his fingertips followed, the gentle moan her pulled from her was delightful as his eyes grew dark as he silently stripped her clothes from her leaving her in a sudden gust of cold air before she had awaken to see Aeron before her bed; naked in all his terrible might as he crept over her, she rolled onto her back to try and push him off only to have her hands moved above her head as her wings angrily flared out to try and make him leave but his strength was far greater than her's as he spread her legs and readied himself for the plunge into her tight entrance before his golden eyes were surrounded in pools of black and his teeth were turned to fangs. Parisa was terrified by the look in Aeron's eyes as he thrust his hips into her's with a great snarl; Parisa's eyes welled up with tears as Aeron's hips slowly worked his member into her womb, he relished in the tight heat as he thrust his hips into her, his hands gripping her wings and breaking them in three places as his thrusts got more violent with each pained moan she gave, her breasts bounced and rubbed against his chest as he moaned deeply. Parisa's blood was warm and slick against his legs as he used it to move deeper into her with a rough growl.
"You like that don't you?" He asked in a dark growl.
Parisa shook her head and begged him to stop before he slammed into her to the hilt.
The rapture lasted for hours until Jophiel and other Angels broke through the door to Parisa's room to find Aeron's teeth in her shoulder as he began to try and eat her alive as he was still thrusting inside of her Parisa begged for help before a fiery wall blazed through Aeron's memory…
The rest of the memory burned out with time and the changes made to him in Hell.