The man that saved my life, is... alluring one would say. Long brown, eyes of purple with a white center, and dressed in all white, exuding a Divine comforting presence.
I would of believed him human, but no human could do what he does now.
He dragged me into the open, where the angels massacre ran rampant. A group of Exterminators poised to spear us. I believed my life forfeit, until something miraculous happened. They were... repulsed away. The man in front me seems amused by their feeble attempts.
The angels attention were no longer drawn to the denizens of hell, instead directed at us, recognizing us, or rather the man so arrogantly defying the status quo.
However, no matter the numbers they threw at us, they were repulsed all the same without any strain on the man's part.
"What arrogant children. Attempting to touch the Divine without permission. Atlas, you cannot blame a child for they do not understand."
The man, whose name remains a mystery still, seems to act like one would an Ars Goetia act. But much more inviting than those royals if he would expend the effort to save an Imp of all things.
Not that I'm complaining.
He pauses, studying the vast droves of angels that surround us, desperate to pierce us. His eyes turn to the Heavenly planet that lies in the sky.
He raises an arm, the angels start to be pulled by a gravitational force, bunched together. And with a flick of a finger, they rocket back to their home.
I don't know what or who he is, but boy am I glad he came when he did.
*ZPT*
A heavenly light shines behind us, and turning around we are met with a dreaded, for me atleast, heavenly sight.
An entourage of high ranking Exterimnators, that were carrying divine nets and cages?
"Oh. It's been a while Adam." the man greets neutrally.
"It's Adamine you cunt sucker!" The first human replied furiously. "Now come with us. You've strayed from your place long enough."
The man tilts head taunting, almost pondering.
"No. I don't want to."
At this, against my own health, I intervened.
"I'm sorry. BUT WHO THE FUCK IS THIS GUY!?" I scream, my fingers shoved towards his direction.
"Of course only a filthy hellborn won't recognize the one being responsible for creating hell and twisting the Bible's history." Adamine answers me with a derogatory tone.
Wait. The creator of hell. Oh shit.
From what I understand, he stood with God herself since the beginning. He helped forge the world and its people. And may or may not be responsible for the mythos of other pantheons. He likes to mess around apparently.
The being known as the Dark Lord.
But he went missing eons ago. Apparently had a nasty "divorce" with God herself. Which is kinda why divorces are frowned upon by heaven, brings up old wounds.
Heaven, Hell, and other Pantheons have all been attempting to locate and capture him. All for relatively the same reasons.
Attempting to tame the untameable.
And now, he's here. Right in front of me. In Hell.
Is... Hell really going to be ripped a new one all because some woman couldn't handle a break up?
"I'm sorry I wasn't asking. I WILL return you to Heaven. I WILL be praised and rub it in the faces of Cherubs who couldn't do their fucking jobs. I mean seriously!? They spend eons searching and found jack shit about you. And I found you by not even searching for you!?" Adamine interrupts my train of thought with her tangent.
"Technically, you didn't find me. Your Exterimnators did." HE states.
"Shut the fuck up! Oooh I can't wait for that mouth of yours to be put to good use for the lady."
Damn, ...that's pretty hot.
HE puts his arm across my shoulder, looks at Adamine, and flips her off.
And now I'm suddenly in front of the Blitza, Millie, and Loona.
I slowly turn to HIM.
"YOU COULD'VE TELEPORTED THIS ENTIRE TIME?!"
Before I could vent more frustration, I am tackled by my wife.
My ribs hurt.
"Moxxie! My baby! My sweet suga! Are you alright!? Where's the stab wound!? We need to patch it up!?" My wife frantically yells as she frisks my body.
"That's fine and dandy, but who the fuck is this handsome fello?" My boss asks.
"The Dark Lord." To which I respond with.
The room goes quiet. All attention aimed at HIM.
"Welp, I fucked a princess. Why not fuck a god." My boss lewdly smiles.
She is not going to take this seriously is she?
A/N
Was writing this while I was playing Trials of Osiris. I never fumed harder than I ever had before. I went flawless but was miserable along the way. Anyways, as you can tell genders will be changed and Femdoms will be attempted to no success.