((Just for the information of those who want to know, Diriel is pronounced Dear-I-Al. Not Diriel like Cereal. And Diriel IS a daemon of one form or another. But when I searched him, I received no description as to what exactly he was daemon of. shrugs))
"Go away Xerxes." Mozenrath snapped at the little eel, slamming another book shut. Xerxes made a little whining sound and did a flip in the air, hoping for a tidbit of dinner, but Mozenrath had long since finished off his plate.
Xerxes, despite his speech, was not stupid. He could smell the magical signatures illuminating from his master and had spotted the blood now dripping down the sorcerers arms. He had sniffed them gently only to be thrown off. Xerxes had watched quietly for the better part of the night while Mozenrath poured over books on demonology, exorcism, and other ancient forces of malignancy.
Master had raised something…a daemon…the creature had somehow harmed his master and now… Master was trying to get rid of it?
Xerxes puffed up his chest as Mozenrath levitated another book down to his grasp. Well…nobody harmed his master! Not if he could help it. Xerxes sniffed his master gingerly one more time, and set off down the hall. He could smell magic better than a thirdack and muchtar put together. And this signature was easy to follow.
The loyal little beast followed the trail up the stairs and through the secret passage into the tower. Xerxes suddenly stopped and sniffed the air. "Something not right…" he growled out and arched an ugly brow. He could smell not only magic, but directly tell one spell from another. And what he smelled right now had him worried.
"Hello?" Xerxes chimed out as he turned the hallway, still after the scent. There was nothing here but a single, heavily padlocked door. But sure enough that was where the magical odor was coming from. Xerxes sniffed around the edges and humped to himself. Flew up to the door handle and tapped it with the end of his tail. All things here understood the presence of their master's familiar and admitted him as readily as they would Mozenrath.
As soon as he entered the room, Xerxes let out a gasp. There was a summoning circle all right. But it had been torn apart on one side, the blood trickling along the cracks in the marble. Xerxes did a troubled spin in the air and dove over to the split area, sniffing around it hurriedly.
There, on the exact spot where the circle broke, was his masters black hair.
The little eel tried to screech, but a strong cawed hand rose from the air and grabbed him tightly round the mouth. "Shush now…" A pair of glowing red eyes came into view, followed by the daemons beautiful face. "Can't have you sounding the alarm now can we?"
Xerxes felt the grip tightening around his body. Diriel grinned as a crack resounded in the room and Xerxes little eyes bulged. "Thank you for opening the door though. I have a bit of a problem with locks you see." He squeezed tighter and felt the small body give way to his strength. There was a sickening snap and he released the creature. Xerxes body fell with a thud on the cold floor and Diriel licks his fingers, tasting the blood on them.
"Poor thing. But I need your master all to myself now." Diriel waited until chuckled softly. "Mozenrath." He whispered in a sing song voice. "Mozenrath. Come out come out where ever you are."
The last notes echoed through the Citadel corridors. And as they entered the library, Mozenrath's head shot up from the desk. He felt a sudden burning on his arm and looked down at the strange signatures. They were glowing. "Shit." He growled and rose from the chair.
"Oh don't get up on my account."
Mozenrath felt as though something had slammed into his chest. His body was thrown back into the chair and down to the floor. He coughed and shook himself all over. "How…" he coughed through the dust. "How did you escape?" he shouted and glared back at Diriel.
The daemon did not answer verbally, but held up his hand. Inside it was a the hair he'd stolen while caressing Mozenrath's features.
Mozenrath grasped his locks as though he were dreaming. "But…but I did not give you permission to leave!"
Diriel let out a coarse, cold laugh. "You didn't order me to stay either. That and this little hair were all I needed to break free of your little holding circle." He threw the strand down and advanced on the sorcerer. "Come now. Aren't you going to run?" he grinned, those vicious fangs showing themselves again. "I would be sorely disappointed if you didn't lead me on a merry chase Mozenrath."
"This is my Citadel!" Mozenrath hollered, the blue black flames of his gauntlet igniting in the air. "I will not run from you or anyone." He summoned his power and flung it full force at Diriel.
The demon frowned as the fire hit him, scorching his perfectly golden flesh. "That was rude of you." He grimaced at the affected area. The skin had pulled back to show bare muscle. He waved his hand over the wound but nothing happened. "I have been separated from my dominion." He muttered. "I need energy to heal myself." He turned and looked at Mozenrath through long lashed eyes. "Come here Mozenrath." He ordered.
Mozenrath did not answer, but blazed his gauntlet like an inferno. "I will not see my slave disobey me." He frowned and again launched his fire against the daemon. Magistellus ducked moved forward, seeking the advantage. Mozenrath met him head on, but he wasn't ready for the strength that barreled forward at him. The daemon looked long and lean, but there was a power house of muscle behind the thin frame.
Diriel slammed him into the book shelf, sending pages and bottles flying. Mozenrath lifted his leg and landed a kick against the daemons ribs, giving him enough room to bring the flaming glove forward for another strike. This time it landed in the face. Magistellus screeched and reared back, clutching his features.
Mozenrath lifted his hand to deliver another blow, but gasped in horror as Diriel lifted his head. The flesh again had disappeared, leaving the naked muscle and blood popped out. It was disgusting. Diriel grimaced, a look marred by the fact that half of his face was gone. "Now look what you've gone and done." He snarled and lashed out at the sorcerer.
The fist connected, sending Mozenrath across the floor and against the wall. He moaned as he tried to stand again, only to fee a stronger hand grab him by his hair and haul him up. He reached behind, trying to pry Diriel's hands off him to no avail. "Let go!" he hollered but the daemon twisted his grip.
"You know your going to be a very difficult toy to keep. Much too willful. I can see that already." He grasped Mozenrath's face and forced him to look into the disorienting features of his mangled face. "And this…" he grabbed the gauntlet from Mozenrath's hands and ripped of in two, the sound of fabric tearing echoed in Mozenrath's mind.
"No!" Mozenrath screamed.
"…will have to go." Diriel chuckled and picked up the pieces. He focused his power and the gauntlet dispersed. The daemon looked at Mozenrath with a triumphant grin. He yanked Mozenrath back into a painful arch and trailed a claw along his body. "Now then. Where were we?"
Mozenrath did not scream as the daemon forced his lips down. He slammed his tongue deep into Mozenrath's throat, tasting his cheeks and tongue. Blood from Diriel's open cheek oozed out onto Mozenrath and down his neck. It was the worst sense of invasion the sorcerer had experienced in a long time, and he felt his gut churn at the thought.
He suddenly hit the floor, belly to the stone and a great weight clamored atop him. He did not bother to yell against the action, though Diriel's claws were seeking an opening in his cloths. He looked desperately among the debris for something that could be of use to him.
Diriel cried out in triumph and he tore the belt off, ripping the pants from Mozenrath's hips and baring the lower half of his body. "Now I know this isn't exactly formal." He said apologetically, caressing the pale thigh. "But we'll have time to play together later."
At the same moment the daemon prepared to thrust forward, Mozenrath lay his hands around a silver handled knife.
He plunged it in as deep as he could, aiming for the small space between the pelvic bones. Mozenrath was no knife fighter, but he made his aim. With a deft twist he broke it off inside Diriel's body and kicked against the cut, driving it in deeper. With a roar the creature let him go, clutching at his thigh for the handle.
Mozenrath pulled his pants on frantically and rushed out the door, his head still swimming as he tried to find safety. If he could make it to his laboratory, he had items there that could trap a daemon of Diriel's caliber.
If he could make it.
Diriel gave a low, rumbling growl as he rose up from the destroyed library. "They never can just make it easy on themselves can they?"
Mozenrath ran up the stairs as fast ash he could manage with a dizzy head and aching body. He had changed his mind half way and was no longer headed for the lab, but back to the tower where Diriel had been brought forth. If he could figure out how to rearrange the symbols he could do away with trapping the daemon all together and just send it back from where it came.
The first thing he saw in the room was the crumpled body of Xerxes, his little familiar, lying on the floor in a bloody heap. "No…Xerxes no!" he wrapped a hand around the small creature. "What did he do to you?" he whispered softly.
There was a short, gurgling sound, and what Mozenrath hoped was Xerxes mouth opened. "Locks…" the little being hissed.
"What? What about locks?" Mozenrath asked.
"It…has trouble…locks…" The gurgle turned to the sound of someone being drowned in their own blood.
"Mozenrath…my little lover." The voice called down the corridors. "Now don't you think this has gone on long enough."
Mozenrath jumped up from the ground and slammed the door shut, bolting it fast. He back up just before something slammed into the wood with tremendous force. The resulting roar was loud enough to make ones ear drums burst.
Then, a soft, sweet whisper. "Mozenrath…" It purred outside the door, the sound of claws scraping against the metal frame. "Mozenrath…come out now little kitten. Come out and I promise not to hurt you."
"Pfhht! Like that's going to work." Mozenrath grimaced as he stepped around Xerxes body and looked down at the summoning circle. It was a problem. The signals were completely botched, and the circle would have to be completely redrawn in a perfect circle for there to even be a hope. Even worse. The blood had dried. And without his powers he had no way of reattaching it.
He would have to do everything fresh.
Mozenrath pulled his turban off his head, letting the ebony locks flow down his cheeks. He looked at the ruby red jewel in the middle and pulled it out, revealing that it was attached by a pin. He humped. The point was dull. It would hurt more. He raised the needle and began to press into his fleshed finger.
The a horrible crunch sounded over head. A chip of plaster fell to the floor beside the sorcerer and he backed away. "Damn it all." He muttered. The creature had left the door and was trying to break his way in through the ceiling. He would have to do this in another room. There was no way he'd have enough time to finish in here.
He carefully creped over to the door as the plaster continued to fall from above. One by one Mozenrath undid the locks, listening every moment for some clue that Diriel knew he was escaping. Nothing but the continued knocking answered his questions. Finally, Mozenrath slid the last pin from the door lock.
And was suddenly seized and thrown to the floor.
"Shit!" Mozenrath gasped as a great weight lay down upon his body. He looked up into Diriel's ravaged face and wanted to scream.
"Enough of this!" the daemon called. "You've given me some fun, but I'm tired of the games." He flipped Mozenrath over and seized hold of the sorcerers wrists, squeezing painfully on the skeletal digits. Mozenrath let out a yelp of pain and felt the hard touch of the demon's other hands tearing through his covering.
"No! I will not let this happen!" he yelled and kicked, fighting with all of his might to get lose somehow.
Diriel backhanded Mozenrath into the ground. His eyes swam and he groaned, unable to see straight. A strong set of fingers suddenly encased his bone hand and held it tightly. "Wait…! What are you…?" A nauseating snap echoed in the room and Mozenrath screamed in anguish. Diriel released him and Mozenrath clutched his bent and broken fingers to himself.
The daemon shook his head. "You made me have to do that you know." He caressed Mozenrath's cheek caringly and kissed his forehead. Mozenrath was still too busy looking at the now twisted figure of his fingers to notice.
He barely responded when Diriel pushed him onto the ground and tore the clothing away from him, leaving pale, white flesh exposed to the room. The daemons horrifying visage grinned greedily as he spread Mozenrath's legs apart. "Such perfect flesh. I am going to enjoy every moment of this." He called and raised his phallus.
Mozenrath pushed against his attacker with his good hand, eyes shut. He was in too much pain to truly resist anymore. He could feel the hard, massive erection at his dry entry, pressing forward with painful persistence. He began to beat on Diriel with all the strength he could muster, but it was too late. He felt his muscles resist and a piece of himself tear at the harsh entry. It was literally like being broken into.
Diriel made a grunting noise and forced Mozenrath to spread his thighs wider. It must have been ages since the sorcerer had been taken. He was as tight as a vise grip. With a great heave the daemon shove himself into Mozenrath's warm, enclosed body and yelled in conquest.
Mozenrath's scream caught in his throat. He arched, spasmed, and shivered. All that finally managed to escape was a low, agonizing moan of defeat. He bit his lip and squinted his eyes shut as his tight little body was forcibly pushed open, the flesh inside contracting as if trying to push the invading rod out. That only made it worse. He could feel the raw rubbing of flesh against flesh breaking him further and whimpered.
"It will get better." Diriel moaned out and began to thrust harshly in and out of the man. "But you need to be punished for behaving so badly against your master."
Mozenrath felt a hard, scorching fire begin to wash over his body. Not the warm, passionate fire of lovemaking but the cold, searing fire of unready penetration. Deeper and deeper Diriel forced himself inside, making Mozenrath spread to accommodate him. Bad enough he was dry, the daemon was truly huge, his girth alone enough to split a body in two.
Diriel groaned and began to feel his power regaining inside. He pushed in and out with quickened pace, allowing his body to gather whatever power it needed. Slowly, while Mozenrath cried beneath him, his skin regrew, turning his face back to it's wild feminine beauty. Mozenrath looked up into the stunning features and moaned, turning his face away.
It seemed to take forever, at least for Mozenrath. But finally Diriel groaned and began to ruthlessly buck against the pained sorcerer. With a great, shuddering yell and slammed himself as far in as he could, listening in joy as Mozenrath screamed at being pushed too far. He orgasmed, spilling his thick white seed inside Mozenrath's body.
With a sudden movement he slid out, leaving a horrible hollowness behind. Mozenrath yelped and shivered, his back pressed against the cold marble. He closed his eyes, tried to focus, but his body would not stop it's instant shaking. He could feel the wetness between his cheeks and hips, and knew he was bleeding badly. Diriel reached down and smiled, evidently pleased with his handiwork.
"See now. Was that so bad?
Mozenrath crouched into a fetal position and wept.