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.

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Chapter 16: Malachite's Downer

Malachite was rampant, he was literarly on fire. And although taking I was finding his current state of being rather amusing seeing as how he was unusually lacking any self control, I couldn't afford to have him in such as state.

I had never seen Malachite so...out of his game. It was quite unnerving, considering how the entire process was due to an Angel. The elementals were a nasty bunch, they were not bound by the regular rules that other angels were bound to.

The Elementals were closer to the Nephilims when it came to their morals.

They did what they wanted when it benefited them.

"Malachite. Can you not kill anymore Warriors, Cedric was a valued member of our team, its a shame he had to perish like that." I turned to look at the remains of the once beautiful young Nephilim warrior, who was now nothing more than a black pile of cinders.

"Cedric has a sharp mouth and an oversized ego to go along with it. Besides do not pretend you like that bastard sir. And do not reprimand me like a child. That angel bitch might be softening you up, but as I am not fucking any angels I cannot share your sudden enlightenment. Now if you'll excuse me I have to go fuck Decile before the next training progresses, and seeing as how I am still functioning properly I might take my time. So don't wait for me." He got up and marched towards the door murmuring something about feasting on Angel bones and about my sudden weakness because of angel cunt.

Any other day and I would have showed him the reason why I was his superior; maybe, but today I would let it slide by, His balls were missing.

And for those of you who do not understand, let me enlighten you on the relationship between my general and I.

Malachite, is the strongest Nephilim I know, perhaps even stronger than me-because of his nature. He is a man who kills for the joy of killing and nothing more, and he has no restrains once he lets go, and he lets go of his control far too many times for my liking.

Second, he is a man of intellect; everything to him is a calculated battle, I have never seen him at peace, he is always calculating in some kind of strategic battle mode, he even fucks in such a mode.

Third, he is my half brother. We shared one mother, but our fathers come from two different sides of the planes.

My father is from the darkest pits of hell; imprisoned there-now with my mother.

His father, is an Angel, the second strongest Angel in Heaven, Cain. The strongest Angel I have yet to come across.

Malachite was very much like his father in everything but control.

Besides he was not completely lying. Being with Serenity has changed me somehow. Even I could feel it, and I was not certain I liked it very much.

These angels have a rather nasty way of effecting the people they encounter, poor Malachite.

I could not help but laugh at his expense.

The man was such a pathetic sob, he was taking his anger out on his own, this has got to be the best plan I have ever come up with.

If I just keep this up a little bit longer, I will have Serenity out of here in no time, and HE will not have to descent in this filthy place to take her back, nor will these creatures find out her secrete.

I used the light of the sun-twisted it and turned it around-until I was invisible to the eye and moved in through the open door to stand near the window and enjoy the show.

"Malachite, I cannot take this. how dare you call for both me and Beth. If you wanted her then call her, I was agreed to share you, but to have you with another... I will not bear such a...such a ...I Cannot. I will go to George find me when you seek to be with me." Beth murmured, spinning away from Malachite and heading straight for the door. She nearly ran into me, but I quickly moved away.

Malachite's eyes locked on mines, and staid locked on...I stopped breathing, afraid that he had seen me, but he just looked away.

"I do not mind, sharing Malachite... How can I help." A woman with brown to blond hair murmured moving closer to Malachite.

He looked down at her, and and nodded, wrapping his arms around her waist pushing her up against him.

"You want me to work it up..." The woman hopped up on him and wrapped her legs around him, immediately going for his mouth. Malachite responded to her kisses with his own, taking great delight in the feel of her mouth. He held her tighter and kissed her back.

The moaning began even before the kiss turned desperate-on her part.

Malachite was barely emanating a sound, or moving.

The woman was causing all the moaning and the pleading and the ruffling sound of cloths, all Malachite did was hold her up, effortlessly on his part.

"Lie down and I'll make you happy." Malachite complied, he laid down and the woman sat on top of him. I began to close my eyes when I felt a surge of power.

The woman duplicated herself. At first there was two of her, then four, then six. And all six of her were busy entertaining him in some exotic way.

The sucking, licking, kissing and breast friction had me disgusted and looking away from them.

When I opened my eyes again, black iris on silver eyes were locked on mines, and a smile of pure cruelty was directed at me.

He knows.

I tried to teleport out of the room, only to find out I could not.

I was trapped.

In the Nephilim's room.

God Help Me!

His smile widened when he realized I knew I could not teleport out, he closed his eyes and leaned his head backwards. A laugh escaping his mouth.

"Malachite...focus, We cannot do this all day long, I will tire out." The woman switch with one of her other clones, leaving Malachite's dick for his fingers.

He grabbed hold of her head and pushed it further down on his shaft, while at the same time, holding the head of a clone and kissing her furiously.

The woman had arms on every inch of Malachite's body, and all six of her took their turns pleasuring his shaft, but he did not come-not even once, nor did he really rise. The woman had to hold on to him to suckle it.

I was trapped in that room for nearly seventeen hours, hearing all of the despicable sounds, the musky scent, and the ragging emotions.

I heard the woman come on several occasions. All of her six clones that is.

She began to slow down on several occasions, when the sun went down, she was completely wiped out, her clones began to slip back into her, one at a time. And then she fell down, on the ground to completely breathless.

Malachite just sighed, picked up a blanket threw it over her and got up, naked, sweaty, and down.

He walked right up to me, braced his arms on the wall around me, trapping me between the wall and his body. He then leaned in and captured my lips in a tight, almost painful kiss.

I know I promised to send this b4 the holiday...but I had major projects to do forgot to do research so I spent the last few days in the library