[ Darkness is Golden ]
[ Disclaimer: I sure as Hell did not write The Bible. I'm just one of the many crazy people out there who come up with stuff such as this. This is in no way intended to offend Christians or Catholics. I wrote this out of sheer spare time with no intention of pissing anybody off. ]
[ By: Fallen Seraphim ]
[ Warnings: Raphael beating, pro-Asmodeus stuff, abuse. ]
[ Rating: R ]
"I am yours, just like you are mine," repeated the tall, black robed demon. He cradled the quivering angel in his arms, smiling cruelly. "Allow me to own you." The angel shook his head and stared up at the demon.
"Never," spat Archangel Raphael. "Stop shrouding yourself in dreams tainted in blood, Asmodeus, please stop..." Raphael coughed harshly, blood beginning to drip from the corner of his mouth as bloodstained feathers drifted limply from his wings.
"You won't suffer anymore in my arms, Raphael... Just think of how relieved you'll feel... How lost you won't be anymore," Asmodeus muttered soothingly. Raphael clamped his eyes shut, tears stinging his green eyes.
"No... stop it, Asmodeus... please..." the angel begged the sinister demon. "Michael, help me… please…" Raphael begged in the cold air.
"Face it. No matter how much you beg for him, he's not coming," Asmodeus spoke steadily; slightly jealous of the fiery hair colored Archangel that Raphael longed to be comforted by.
"You're wrong," Raphael murmured, his forest green eyes staring into Asmodeus' amber ones. "He's always there for… for me…" Raphael winced as Asmodeus' finger nails dug into his fresh.
"You're in denial of the cold truth, Raphael! You always have been!" Asmodeus let go of Raphael's limp body, and savored the sound of bones shattering, cracking… The bones that made the angel's lively wings perk up. Raphael let out a cry of pain and anguish, facing Asmodeus. The demon licked his lips and got on his knees next to Raphael. "Poor, poor, stupid angel…" He put his hand on Raphael's cheek gently.
"Please… don't touch me anymore…" Crystalline tears dripped down his pale cheeks silently, almost like a gentle rain shower on the planet of Earth. Asmodeus smirked and dug his nails into Raphael's cheek, causing the angel to whimper in pain.
"You're supposed to heal mankind and stuff, right?" Raphael nodded hesitantly, feeling dirty from the blood dripping over his face. Asmodeus leaned down and placed an acidic feeling kiss on the angel's cheek, chuckled, and got to his feet, bitterness looming over every word he spoke. "Then learn to heal yourself a little better," Asmodeus muttered before he laughed, walking away from the Archangel, licking the angelic blood from his sheet-white fingers. "I love you, my beautiful Raphael." The pale angel slipped his eyes shut, welcoming the mind numbing darkness with open arms.