Nephilim
Summary: She was the last of the pure Angels in Heaven. Her voice called out to the souls of all, her laughter brought peace to even the darkest of souls. She was born of light, and was loved and protected by all the Angels of Heaven... But some plot to kill her but instead of killing her, they somehow managed to drop her on Earth, making her A Fallen instead and to make matters worst she falls into the Territory of a Demon...The Demon... The Demon Lord Himself. Who takes interest in this pure little Angel thrown into 18th century Earth.
Chapter 8: Blood Sacrifice
As promised, the next day I awoke to Darien's presence. He was playing with my hair, following its trail all the way down to my waist, and then back to my head where he would gently message my scalp.
"Awake!?" I turned away from him-apparantly sometime during my sleep, I had snuggled up to him-again. I got off the bed and headed for his huge room sized closet, to get a change of cloths; he had managed to get cloths made for me during my stay here, explaining that it would be far wiser for me to have cloths laying available for when he is not here.
I was beginning to realize that it was far wiser to have clothes available for when he is here.
When I returned from the closet, he was stepping out of the bathroom, already clothed in a nice vest suit. Running a hand through his hair he smiled at my frowning face.
"We are going to be gone for the day." He inspected me and nodded as if I needed his approval with my clothing.
Darien brought me to the dinning hall, where he had his meal. While I took my seat besides him, ignoring the inhuman-yet oddly attractive manner with which he was chewing his food.
"Does my mouth fascinate you?" I looked away, embarrassed and frustrated that he had managed to catch me staring at his lips.
"I'm sure that Serenity would much rather be doing something far more exhilarating than watching you kill another life form, right Serenity?" Cain's mocking voice had me turning around in my seat only to come into direct contact with his awaiting mouth.
He kissed me fully on the lips. It was the first time anyone had kissed me on the lips-that is anyone besides Darien. It was not uncomfortable but neither did it evoke that raging need inside me.
"Cain! What brings you here?" I was quickly learning that Cain and Darien did not share a common father son relationship.
If they were not bickering at each other or competing then they were avoiding each other.
Cain, as I have learned has an immense grudge against Darien for some reason, and Darien, being the even tempered man he was refuses to indulge his son with the satisfaction of besting him. Though I get the feeling it has more to do with teaching Cain a lesson than indulging himself.
"Why father can't I enjoy a meal with you once in a while?" Darien glared at him from underneath his lashes but did not comment any further.
I enjoyed a nice conversation with Cain much to Darien's dismay. He finished eating quickly and dismissed Cain, claiming that we had to leave immediately if we did not wish to be late.
Cain, smug with his victory accepted that response and left us. We took a carriage and headed out. I still did not know where we were going because Darien still refused to inform me.
"Be patient we will get there soon enough." Soon enough translated to another half hour trapped in a carriage with Darien, who insisted upon seating right besides me, far too near me for my liking....or rather to my liking. I was no longer sure which was which.
We arrived at a large mansion like building with a number of people waiting in front of the doors. The people at the entrance were handing over slips of paper to a man standing in front of the doors to the building. Darien came up to him and he stepped aside allowing him entrance without hesitation.
Inside the building was nothing like a mansion. It had a large ballroom, almost as large Darien's own ballroom, maybe even larger. I recognized it as a performance hall, there was a stage with red curtains and seats hoisted all over the room for guests to be seated at. Darien and I went up several flight of stairs and entered into an upper room where four seats were placed at the edge of a balcony like area. There were already two aristocratic women seated there.
One of the women was a red haired brown eyed, her eyes were outlined with some black cook, and her face was completely powdered and rosy at the cheeks.
I had seen many women, especially humans who lavish in powdering their faces until it takes on a dull, ghostly shade of white. She was dressed in a beautiful green dress, with a jade necklace.
The other woman had black hair, much like Dariens and she was wearing a very deeply red dress that clung to her fully developed body outlining all of her gorgeous curves. She turned towards Darien and I as we seated, giving Darien a secretive smile, which he returned with his own. I was seated between Darien and the first woman. She did not like it. I could feel her anger directed at me throughout the two hours that we spent in the little balcony watching the play.
The other woman, seemed more pleased. Janise as I came to discover, loved the chance to be alone with Darien and took every opportunity she could to fondle him. He did not mind, but his aura did not change.
It was still relaxed, almost indifferent, save for the tiny spark of amusement that sparked his spirit every time I stole a glance at him and Janise with a frown upon my lips.
Three hours later and I was nearly completely focused on the play. There was a woman on stage wearing a feathery white gown, she was sitting on a branch singing a beautiful song of life and love. She reminded me of my duty back at Heaven.
Half an hour later and the Prince shows up, demanding that he marry the foreign slave woman. The young woman is a Serbian slave, and she had saved the prince's life.
They enter through a door and do not appear again for almost half an hour-the duration of which the slave girls master plans to take the girl away and sell her to another man before the Prince can gain her.
The slave girl appears and announces something to the man, he slaps her, and she smiles at him, turning away and walking into the distance...hours later, and after it was declared that months had passed in the play the slave girl's stomach is enlarged and people are congratulating her and the Prince.
"Why are they so happy? Is she not sick?" I asked Darien not taking my eyes off the play.
Janise laughed, murmuring something about my ignorant innocence.
"She is with child Love." Darien explained ruffling my hair.
"You mean, she will birth...but how did that happen...I did not see any Angel place an infant in her." I remember how the prophet Christ was birthed and I knew how human souls were created, but I never figured out how their bodies were made. I always assumed it was a reflection of their souls which manifests itself into being.
"She laid with the Prince." Janise bemused pulling Darien's face towards her again.
"But I lay with Darien and I am not with child." Janise stopped kissing Darien and the other woman Claire stopped his hand from digging further into her dress, both of them stared at me, mouths wide open.
"Darien has fucked you?" Claire's tone was critical, almost deadly. I shivered, scared of what she might do if I answered, sensing her murderous jealousy over such a simple and unwanted-on my side- occurrence.
"She is still a virgin girls. Relax, I do not bed children. Serenity return to your play." Darien shooed me away like an infant. And save for the fact that the show was indeed beginning to catch my attention again, I would have given him my opinion of his dismissal.
The play finished after five hours, I was sore at the bottom, I had gotten off of my buttocks and rested upon my feet on the chair until they had begun to hurt. Darien taking note of my fidgeting hoisted me upon his lap. I did not protest... the Slave girls Ester, had been kidnapped and the Prince was being forced to marry another woman.
"How did you enjoy the play?" Darien asked once we were comfortably seated in the coach, again he took the seat besides me.
I told him how excited I was about the play, and he seemed pleased. Insisting further conversation, we spoke until we arrived at the mansion.
He carried me out of the coach and into the mansion. Darien got caught up in a few pressing conversations with some of his generals on our way back to his room.
I entered into his office sitting on the edge of the table facing him while he talked to his generals about some uprising and rumors that were circulating in their homeland.
I paid them no mind, far too tired to care about anything. I slowly began to slip into a snooze. My head falling over occasionally as sleep over took me.
Darien laughed, placing his hands around my hips and lifting me up with a smile.
"Tired aren't you Love." I nodded like a child, leaning my head against his chest as we walked out. His generals' grim faces watching him carry me away and cooing child-like remarks at the same time.
I could feel their unease...my unease, at what was developing between us...whatever that may be...
The next few days, Darien was absent. I did not see him at all, nor did he sleep in the bed with me. Cain accompanied me for most of the day, and at night, I slept alone...for the first few days I was too frightened to sleep well.
I awoke early in the morning one day to find the sky raining with white fluffs; snow. I stood out at the window staring at the sky, elated.
It seemed, almost as if tiny little Angels were falling from the sky. I laughed, opening the window and flying up to greet the soft white snow, and then spiraling downwards to land gently upon them on the ground.
I laid down there and allowed the soft, cool snow to land on me. It was cold, but silken against my skin.
"This is a surprise." My eyes fluttered open-snow having covered my lashes- when the long absent yet familiar voice hit my ears.
Staring into the recognizable, midnight blue eyes of the Demon Lord himself.
A twinkle enveloped his eyes as he stared down at me, smiling the a most gentle smile. A smile that I had not seen in a long time.
My face and my body warmed up excruciatingly even while I was covered in the cold snow. My heart, beating so hard and fast I felt it pounding against my rib cage. My breath came out short and rapid. I opened my mouth to speak, but my heart was far too full for me to form coherent words.
He touched my cheeks, his warm hands further heating up my skin to a scorching level.
"Such a lovely blush..." He leaned downwards and captured my lips in a gently, yet rather exhilarating kiss.
His tongue, pushed into my mouth, roaming...demanding...taking...and giving. I-to my and his utter shock- responded by slowly and nervously sliding my own tongue into his warm mouth...I stopped breathing once my tongue touched the inside of his mouth...Darien's heart, stopped beating for but a fleeting moment, before he began to kiss me again.
This time, mercilessly consuming both my mouth and my senses.
His hands circled my waist and lifted me up, I came into contact with his warm, masculine body as he positioned himself above me.
His hands, roamed my body, taking away all the chill from the snow, I wrapped my arms around him, wanting to further take in his warmth.
He touched my lower body, grabbing hold of my breasts and squeezing them gently then rubbing them, making me squirm under his body.
"Yes...that's it, burn for me..." He whispered against me. Moving his lips down to my other breast while his hands remained on the first one.
I loved the feel of his lips on my breasts, but I missed the dizzying trill of his mouth against mine. So I pulled his head back to my face and kissed him.
"This is a rather lovely sight to beholden to." A shrill voice exclaimed. Laughter erupting from a number of characters. Darien paused, cursing feverishly beneath his breath before he evoked a blanket to cover my naked body as he rose from me.
"Berly. What do you need now." He was facing Berly, she captured his lip in a passionate kiss, which- to my surprise and dislike- he responded to, almost as passionate as she was. Berly pulled away from him, smiling up at his face.
"Its almost time... I need you."
"I thought you were with Michel. Is he not available to satisfy your...needs." Darien exclaimed tucking away a strand of Berly's loose, beautiful riveting red curls.
"He is on leave...plus you don't have anyone to..."She lowered her hands and touched him on his manhood, squeezing him gently-" satisfy you... when it starts." She licked his face, then nipped at his ear.
They stood there, talking, arguing, flirting...touching... I knew it should not have bothered me, but it did, and I had to get away.
I took the blanket he had gotten for me, and held it to my body as I flew away from the ground, towards the room. I locked the window behind me, then rushed to lock the door.
It would keep him out, but only for a while. He would eventually manage to get inside and then attempt to appease me and smoothen things over between the two of us. But Darien would not win. I would not allow him to let this go, so simply. His little harem trips and clear dismissals were beginning to get on my nerves.
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