Of Heaven and Hell
Ryo Angel
R
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Chapter Three
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"Darien..." A silver voice called to me.
"It is Mamoru, Celine." I told my step-mother gently. I had descended to Hell for a visit and
she was the first to greet me. Her silver hair caught Hell's fire and sparkled as she hugged
me. Interesting... she has embraced the darkness of Hell and instead of letting it rule her,
she presided over all... all but my father and I.
"Your half-brother's name..." She mummered, "Do you think it wise?" She poured a cup of
red wine for me.
I looked at her and somehow... she reminded me of Mother... no. It can't be. Mother is in
Heaven where she belonged. Hell is no place for her. I looked down at the cup in my hand
and frowned. This cup is carved of moonstone... "Why not?" I laughed.
She studied me for a moment and in that moment, I felt like a little boy again, waiting for a
scolding. Finally, she speaks, "Perhaps not... be careful of her heart, Mamoru..."
I laughed, "I care not for the little bunny's heart." I took a sip of the wine and licked the
small droplet that spilled from the corner of my mouth.
Celine shook her head, "You should." Was all she said before she let the hot fire consume
her and she disappeared from my view. Why should I care about Usako's heart? She is my
brother's destiny. Not mine. Ugh! My eyes closed temporarily due to a sharp stab of pain in
my heart. Why this pain?
A growl came from me as I saw her with another. She is MINE! No one else's. She belongs
to only me! Another growl and I left to see her once more. Why did she call to me so?
As I bounded towards the mortal realm, a black mist enveloped me. Stopping, I stood still
and assessed my surroundings. I am between realms. Where Time walks. "Brother." That
voice... I know that voice... "Brother." She called again, the mist clearing, revealing a
woman with olive-colored skin and dark black hair. Her body was clothed in mist and in her
hands, she holds the Devil's key.
"Morgana le fey." I greeted my half-sibling.
"Lancelot." She tilted her head down slightly and stood up once again, a small smile on her
face. "Or should I call you Mamoru now?"
I laughed, "I am still myself, Morgana."
"Yes, my brave warrior. Always." She smiled in that condescending way of hers. "How goes
the trappings of the small bunny?" I growled and she laughed, "Might I trouble you with a
request?" She inquired, changing the subject abruptly.
"Of course." I said smoothly, "You are, after all, my beloved little sister."
She laughed, "And you still tease me so." Her laughter died down to a soft smile, "I was
wondering if I could see Arthur."
My eyes narrowed, "For what?"
"You mustn't be so suspicious, brother. I love him. Can't I see him again?"
I apologized, "Forgive me, I had forgotten about your... liaison." I teleported her to the
dungeons that held our sweet brother and set back to my task. The little bunny shall be
mine to conquer.
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Morgana le fey stood in the patch of darkness watching her lover pacing across the patch
of moonlight. "Milord." She greeted him softly, stepping into his line of vision.
"Guinevere!" Indeed, Morgana had transformed herself into the very object of his love...
just like before. When she had given into desire and tasted the love that her brother gave
freely to one that had never nor will ever belong to him. The man that was known as Arthur
swept her into his arms and held her tightly, "I thought he had gotten you. He would stop
at nothing to destroy you..." He suddenly paused and let her go, "How... how did you get
here?" Horrified, he backed away, "Stay away you monster!" He cried, "I'll never give in. No
matter what you do!"
Keeping a placid face on, Morgana slowly approached her love, "Miliord. It really is I.
Perhaps this is a dream. Perhaps nothing is real, but right this instant, we are together. Is
that not what matters?"
Whimpering with the need of reassurance, he let himself be enveloped in her arms. "It
really is you, is it not, Guinevere?"
She flinched slightly, but nodded, "No one else would love you as I do, milord." She said
truthfully as she kissed his lips. "Only I would love you with my heart and soul..." Her body
called for more when he began to respond to her. "And right now, I wish to love you with
all of me. Please, milord... please... Arthur..." She begged.
"Yes..." He whispered hoarsely as he sucked on her long pale neck, "Yes..." Her long dress
was tossed aside only to reveal bare skin, "This must be a dream..." He whispered to
himself, not caring at that very moment. He kissed his way down to her full breasts, licking
at her straining nipple, delighting at her shiver before sucking hard on one, one hand
gently fondling the other while his other hand snaked downwards. His fingers eagerly
parted her nether lips and his thumb brushed against her jewel as he slipped one finger
into her.
"Yes, Arthur." She moaned as her hands kept his head where it was, "Yes!" She called out.
He had moved his head down, as Morgana tilt her head back, using her arms to hold her
upright as she spread her legs for her love. He sucked on her jewel, using his tongue to
make her screams echo in the small room. Licking his lips, he sat on the balls of his feet,
looking at her as she still shiver from the aftershock of climax. Something looked off to
him... "I want to be in you." He said quietly to her as he ripped aside his tattered clothing.
"Yes..." She hissed, laying down, opening her arms to receive him.
When he rammed his cock into her, he held her small body close to him, "You bitch." He
snarled at her as he started to move harder into her, making her scream out in pain and
pleasure. "You make me want you when I know it's wrong." Again and again, he thrust
into her, wanting to make her feel his pain.
Morgana's eyes grew wide when his words got through to her, but she kept on moving
with him, "Arthur..." She tried to explain, but he kept on pounding into her, forcing her to
accept him into her. Suddnely, he stiffened and with one final thrust, empty his seed into
her. Breathing heavily, he stayed buried in her. "Arthur?" She said his name meekly.
"Why, Morgana?" He asked, still holding her to him, still keeping himself buried into her.
He sat up, bringing her with him. "Tell me." He growled, as he kissed the valley of her
breasts, his cock hardening again.
Morgana didn't know what to say. He sounded as if he wanted to kill her, yet he's aroused
by her. "I... I don't know what to say." She tried to push herself from him, but he held her
tight. "If you hate me so much, let me go!" She said, getting angry at him. What right did
he have?
"I hate your touch. I hate that every time you touch me, I'm reminded how I was unfaithful
to Guinevere. I hate that I loved it. I hate that I had loved my sister. And," He growled
when she squeezed her inner muscles together, "I hate how right this seems."
"Arthur?" She asked almost teasingly as she began to move against him, "What do you
mean?"
He moaned as he grabbed her small waist and forced her to move faster, "I hate that I love
you!" He yelled as she picked up pace. "I hate you. I love you. I hate you. I love you." He
chanted as she moved up and down on him, finally coming down hard, screaming out his
name as she climaxed again. She held onto him as her climax subsided, then stood up and
walked out of his reach She whispered a spell and she was dressed in a black silk robe.
Her face was confused, "You... you..."
He laughed mockingly, "Yes, Morgana. I love you!" He stood up, staggering to his pile of
rags. "Hard to believe huh?"
"I... I don't... I..." Morgana had yearned to hear those words from his lips for centuries. This
was not how she had pictured it.
He had put on his clothes and not turned to her, "You were forbidden fruit, sister. In this
first lifetime and every one after that."
"What about Guinevere?" She asked, "Your little bunny."
He snorted, "She belongs to him. Always. Destined by the Fates. Only he was too stupid to
realize that." He looked at her, "The Fates play with us all like we are fools." He spat at his
feet and laughed horribly, "We could never be. NEVER!" He roared.
Morgana took this time to regain her composure. "You are wrong, brother." She told him.
"We are not of the mortals. We are the Devil's Spawn."
He laughed at her naivety, "You are wrong, sister." He said the word with contempt, "You
think you love me, but it's the Fates that plays with us." He told her, "Our brother thinks
thinks that the Bunny belongs to me, but it is HE that will suffer when he loses her again.
Just as he finds out that they are meant to be. It is written in the stars. It is woven in the
tapestry of the Fates. He can't escapse his 'fate'."
"You're wrong!" Morgana screams at him, "You're wrong! Our live aren't controlled by the
Fates! It isn't!"
"That's right, just deny everything, Morgana. Just like you've always done." He turned his
back to her, having already said his piece. He had came to terms with their relationship
lifetimes ago. Back when they had first started. No matter how much he loves her, the
world condemns their love. And they can never be.
Morgana stared at him and shook her head, "I refuse to believe that. I refuse!" She shrieked
before teleporting away, leaving the room empty except for its lone occupant. Silence fell
and he took this silence to calm down.
"You can come out now." He said, still facing the moon.
Lucifer stepped out from the shadows and greeted his son. "She took that rather well."
He snorted, "What do you want?"
"To warn you to not say a word of this to Akuma."
"Ah yes." Mamoru mocked, "Can't let big bro know that his life is just a story written by his
bitch of a mother."
Lucifer didn't rise to bait. "You'll do well to not tell him."
Mamoru walked over to the corner and sat down, letting his head fall behind him, "What
more can you do to me?" He asked, laughing slightly at his predicament, "I'm dead as it is."
"I can kill Morgana."
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Muwhahahahahaha! Lemons for all! If my account gets deleted again... will you still love me?
Hehe. Anyways... JUST in case it does, can anyone recommend a site for me to post this
story on? Thankies.
Ohhh... and the plot thickens. Got a bit dramatic didn't it? Told ya there's incest. If you didn't
believe me, would you believe me NOW? Morgana and Arthur, the oldest story of incest
there is.
*looks at reviews* So little... *whimpers* Review please! *-* I need the reviews to survive!
Spread that word that it's back!
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.
.
GothicElf - I've updated soon... I think... the thing is, if I just leave things as I had it, then
you'll only get like... three paragraphs in this chapter. Hehe... and from experience I don't
think the readers like that. Besides, there's confusion up ahead... I think I'll clear it up
beforehand.
kalinda - Yup. I'm starting to get confused myself... I know, this story is my baby! *huggles*
And you ARE special. Yup yup. All my reviewers are special ta me. ^^
rena - Wow... the praises... really boosts a gal's ego. ^^ Thank-you SO much for continuing
to follow this story. I'll try and update as fast as I can.
Kuro Tenshi - The only reason it's different is cause I'm having a semi writer's block at the
next chapter and I'm going back to add things to it... I'm hoping to get some inspirations ^^;;
Yes! Love live Evil Mamoru's everywhere!
Ryo Angel
R
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Chapter Three
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"Darien..." A silver voice called to me.
"It is Mamoru, Celine." I told my step-mother gently. I had descended to Hell for a visit and
she was the first to greet me. Her silver hair caught Hell's fire and sparkled as she hugged
me. Interesting... she has embraced the darkness of Hell and instead of letting it rule her,
she presided over all... all but my father and I.
"Your half-brother's name..." She mummered, "Do you think it wise?" She poured a cup of
red wine for me.
I looked at her and somehow... she reminded me of Mother... no. It can't be. Mother is in
Heaven where she belonged. Hell is no place for her. I looked down at the cup in my hand
and frowned. This cup is carved of moonstone... "Why not?" I laughed.
She studied me for a moment and in that moment, I felt like a little boy again, waiting for a
scolding. Finally, she speaks, "Perhaps not... be careful of her heart, Mamoru..."
I laughed, "I care not for the little bunny's heart." I took a sip of the wine and licked the
small droplet that spilled from the corner of my mouth.
Celine shook her head, "You should." Was all she said before she let the hot fire consume
her and she disappeared from my view. Why should I care about Usako's heart? She is my
brother's destiny. Not mine. Ugh! My eyes closed temporarily due to a sharp stab of pain in
my heart. Why this pain?
A growl came from me as I saw her with another. She is MINE! No one else's. She belongs
to only me! Another growl and I left to see her once more. Why did she call to me so?
As I bounded towards the mortal realm, a black mist enveloped me. Stopping, I stood still
and assessed my surroundings. I am between realms. Where Time walks. "Brother." That
voice... I know that voice... "Brother." She called again, the mist clearing, revealing a
woman with olive-colored skin and dark black hair. Her body was clothed in mist and in her
hands, she holds the Devil's key.
"Morgana le fey." I greeted my half-sibling.
"Lancelot." She tilted her head down slightly and stood up once again, a small smile on her
face. "Or should I call you Mamoru now?"
I laughed, "I am still myself, Morgana."
"Yes, my brave warrior. Always." She smiled in that condescending way of hers. "How goes
the trappings of the small bunny?" I growled and she laughed, "Might I trouble you with a
request?" She inquired, changing the subject abruptly.
"Of course." I said smoothly, "You are, after all, my beloved little sister."
She laughed, "And you still tease me so." Her laughter died down to a soft smile, "I was
wondering if I could see Arthur."
My eyes narrowed, "For what?"
"You mustn't be so suspicious, brother. I love him. Can't I see him again?"
I apologized, "Forgive me, I had forgotten about your... liaison." I teleported her to the
dungeons that held our sweet brother and set back to my task. The little bunny shall be
mine to conquer.
.
.
****
.
.
Morgana le fey stood in the patch of darkness watching her lover pacing across the patch
of moonlight. "Milord." She greeted him softly, stepping into his line of vision.
"Guinevere!" Indeed, Morgana had transformed herself into the very object of his love...
just like before. When she had given into desire and tasted the love that her brother gave
freely to one that had never nor will ever belong to him. The man that was known as Arthur
swept her into his arms and held her tightly, "I thought he had gotten you. He would stop
at nothing to destroy you..." He suddenly paused and let her go, "How... how did you get
here?" Horrified, he backed away, "Stay away you monster!" He cried, "I'll never give in. No
matter what you do!"
Keeping a placid face on, Morgana slowly approached her love, "Miliord. It really is I.
Perhaps this is a dream. Perhaps nothing is real, but right this instant, we are together. Is
that not what matters?"
Whimpering with the need of reassurance, he let himself be enveloped in her arms. "It
really is you, is it not, Guinevere?"
She flinched slightly, but nodded, "No one else would love you as I do, milord." She said
truthfully as she kissed his lips. "Only I would love you with my heart and soul..." Her body
called for more when he began to respond to her. "And right now, I wish to love you with
all of me. Please, milord... please... Arthur..." She begged.
"Yes..." He whispered hoarsely as he sucked on her long pale neck, "Yes..." Her long dress
was tossed aside only to reveal bare skin, "This must be a dream..." He whispered to
himself, not caring at that very moment. He kissed his way down to her full breasts, licking
at her straining nipple, delighting at her shiver before sucking hard on one, one hand
gently fondling the other while his other hand snaked downwards. His fingers eagerly
parted her nether lips and his thumb brushed against her jewel as he slipped one finger
into her.
"Yes, Arthur." She moaned as her hands kept his head where it was, "Yes!" She called out.
He had moved his head down, as Morgana tilt her head back, using her arms to hold her
upright as she spread her legs for her love. He sucked on her jewel, using his tongue to
make her screams echo in the small room. Licking his lips, he sat on the balls of his feet,
looking at her as she still shiver from the aftershock of climax. Something looked off to
him... "I want to be in you." He said quietly to her as he ripped aside his tattered clothing.
"Yes..." She hissed, laying down, opening her arms to receive him.
When he rammed his cock into her, he held her small body close to him, "You bitch." He
snarled at her as he started to move harder into her, making her scream out in pain and
pleasure. "You make me want you when I know it's wrong." Again and again, he thrust
into her, wanting to make her feel his pain.
Morgana's eyes grew wide when his words got through to her, but she kept on moving
with him, "Arthur..." She tried to explain, but he kept on pounding into her, forcing her to
accept him into her. Suddnely, he stiffened and with one final thrust, empty his seed into
her. Breathing heavily, he stayed buried in her. "Arthur?" She said his name meekly.
"Why, Morgana?" He asked, still holding her to him, still keeping himself buried into her.
He sat up, bringing her with him. "Tell me." He growled, as he kissed the valley of her
breasts, his cock hardening again.
Morgana didn't know what to say. He sounded as if he wanted to kill her, yet he's aroused
by her. "I... I don't know what to say." She tried to push herself from him, but he held her
tight. "If you hate me so much, let me go!" She said, getting angry at him. What right did
he have?
"I hate your touch. I hate that every time you touch me, I'm reminded how I was unfaithful
to Guinevere. I hate that I loved it. I hate that I had loved my sister. And," He growled
when she squeezed her inner muscles together, "I hate how right this seems."
"Arthur?" She asked almost teasingly as she began to move against him, "What do you
mean?"
He moaned as he grabbed her small waist and forced her to move faster, "I hate that I love
you!" He yelled as she picked up pace. "I hate you. I love you. I hate you. I love you." He
chanted as she moved up and down on him, finally coming down hard, screaming out his
name as she climaxed again. She held onto him as her climax subsided, then stood up and
walked out of his reach She whispered a spell and she was dressed in a black silk robe.
Her face was confused, "You... you..."
He laughed mockingly, "Yes, Morgana. I love you!" He stood up, staggering to his pile of
rags. "Hard to believe huh?"
"I... I don't... I..." Morgana had yearned to hear those words from his lips for centuries. This
was not how she had pictured it.
He had put on his clothes and not turned to her, "You were forbidden fruit, sister. In this
first lifetime and every one after that."
"What about Guinevere?" She asked, "Your little bunny."
He snorted, "She belongs to him. Always. Destined by the Fates. Only he was too stupid to
realize that." He looked at her, "The Fates play with us all like we are fools." He spat at his
feet and laughed horribly, "We could never be. NEVER!" He roared.
Morgana took this time to regain her composure. "You are wrong, brother." She told him.
"We are not of the mortals. We are the Devil's Spawn."
He laughed at her naivety, "You are wrong, sister." He said the word with contempt, "You
think you love me, but it's the Fates that plays with us." He told her, "Our brother thinks
thinks that the Bunny belongs to me, but it is HE that will suffer when he loses her again.
Just as he finds out that they are meant to be. It is written in the stars. It is woven in the
tapestry of the Fates. He can't escapse his 'fate'."
"You're wrong!" Morgana screams at him, "You're wrong! Our live aren't controlled by the
Fates! It isn't!"
"That's right, just deny everything, Morgana. Just like you've always done." He turned his
back to her, having already said his piece. He had came to terms with their relationship
lifetimes ago. Back when they had first started. No matter how much he loves her, the
world condemns their love. And they can never be.
Morgana stared at him and shook her head, "I refuse to believe that. I refuse!" She shrieked
before teleporting away, leaving the room empty except for its lone occupant. Silence fell
and he took this silence to calm down.
"You can come out now." He said, still facing the moon.
Lucifer stepped out from the shadows and greeted his son. "She took that rather well."
He snorted, "What do you want?"
"To warn you to not say a word of this to Akuma."
"Ah yes." Mamoru mocked, "Can't let big bro know that his life is just a story written by his
bitch of a mother."
Lucifer didn't rise to bait. "You'll do well to not tell him."
Mamoru walked over to the corner and sat down, letting his head fall behind him, "What
more can you do to me?" He asked, laughing slightly at his predicament, "I'm dead as it is."
"I can kill Morgana."
.
.
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.
.
.
.
.
.
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Muwhahahahahaha! Lemons for all! If my account gets deleted again... will you still love me?
Hehe. Anyways... JUST in case it does, can anyone recommend a site for me to post this
story on? Thankies.
Ohhh... and the plot thickens. Got a bit dramatic didn't it? Told ya there's incest. If you didn't
believe me, would you believe me NOW? Morgana and Arthur, the oldest story of incest
there is.
*looks at reviews* So little... *whimpers* Review please! *-* I need the reviews to survive!
Spread that word that it's back!
.
.
.
GothicElf - I've updated soon... I think... the thing is, if I just leave things as I had it, then
you'll only get like... three paragraphs in this chapter. Hehe... and from experience I don't
think the readers like that. Besides, there's confusion up ahead... I think I'll clear it up
beforehand.
kalinda - Yup. I'm starting to get confused myself... I know, this story is my baby! *huggles*
And you ARE special. Yup yup. All my reviewers are special ta me. ^^
rena - Wow... the praises... really boosts a gal's ego. ^^ Thank-you SO much for continuing
to follow this story. I'll try and update as fast as I can.
Kuro Tenshi - The only reason it's different is cause I'm having a semi writer's block at the
next chapter and I'm going back to add things to it... I'm hoping to get some inspirations ^^;;
Yes! Love live Evil Mamoru's everywhere!
