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Title: Temptation Comes in Blonde
Summary: Sera goes instead of Adam to deliver the news of the uptick in Exterminations. Charlie convinces her it's not worth her time.
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Lucifer has never been punctual about his replies. It's a mere ten minutes before the meeting that he sends a quick note to Adam that he will not be making it. But never fear, he adds, his cursive convoluted and outdated; his daughter is coming in his stead. Adam takes this as a slight. Sera doesn't- chalks it up to his flighty behavior and trauma. Lucifer is, at the end of the day, a coward. He doesn't rule his people correctly, or there'd have never been an Extermination in the first place. He doesn't handle Heaven properly, or he would've apologized by now.
It's so last minute that Sera doesn't have time to overthink it. "I'll go," she tells Adam, setting a manicured hand on his shoulder. It's a slow day anyway, and the shortening between Exterminations is something that Adam simply does not have the qualifications to handle delicately.
"Like, down there down there?" Adam shoots back, too surprised to remember rank. "Sera, it reeks. I can send a hologram down in like five minutes!"
"I've been meaning to visit," she lies. Sera tacks on a truth to make it easier to swallow down: "I want to see what the daughter of Lucifer is made of."
She doesn't send a warning back. It feels like just deserts.
Sera doesn't expect just how tall Charlie Morningstar happens to be. She finds herself re-distributing eye contact from her breasts to her eyes, which are yellow and hellish. She doesn't get much beyond her shock of blonde hair before Charlie gasps and bows at the waist. "High Seraphim! I'm- I'm so honored!"
"You know who I am?" Sera asks, pleased by that. She normally had to introduce herself. "There's no need for all that, child. I am Sera."
"Well- stories." Charlie straightens as stiffly as she bows. There's something unnatural to how she's built- her limbs are too long, her waist too small, and when she smiles Sera catches a hint of fang. This is a demon in hiding, she realizes suddenly. This is a demon trying desperately to be approachable. "And the four living creatures, each of them with six wings, are full of eyes all around and within, and day and night they never cease to say, 'Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come!'"
She finds it in her to smile a little. She'd been newly created when the bible took place, as was all of creation- a young child clinging to its father's legs. It was a lot like the human concept of a scrapbook. "I've yet to meet a demon who read the Word."
"Yeah, well, you know." She rocks on her heels a little. "Just wanted to give off a good impression! You always seemed so strong and wise in the stories; I wanted to lead like you do one day."
Mere flattery. Sera sits down in the chair and sets her chin on her hand. "I suppose it's right to have dreams." Even in Hell. It's not like she's ever been anywhere else. Charlie Morningstar has never been mortal, or been to Earth, or felt the pull of death. She's immortal in porcelain.
(That's something they have in common.)
"Yes! Speaking of, I have a very special proposal for you!"
Oh, God, Sera thinks, fighting the urge to roll her eyes. The devil has flash cards.
The Seraphim takes the time to study her as she talks. She's surprisingly well-dressed for a demon; button-up, dress pants and shoes, a cute little bowtie on her cute little neck. She throws her arms around and gestures vaguely around the barren room, revealing milky off-white skin below the wrist as her sleeves slip down. It all appears custom-tailored for her body- a sign of wealth. Her first impression of Charlie Morningstar is that she's very pretty.
Her second, as she listens to an inane concept for a hotel, is that she's a greedy little shit.
Redemption wasn't feasible. It just wasn't. Redemption would imply sinners coming to Heaven, which implies massive overpopulation, which implies discordance and interpersonal issues. The word of God was not something to brush aside for the sake of saving Hell's souls. And even if it was possible- which it wasn't, surely- why would Sera willingly allow them amongst her glowing people? When they've stolen and lied and perhaps even killed? Why should they get to skirt around the work of the bible when her people didn't?
(If redemption is possible, that means Lilith's rebellion might have had a point. It means Sera has sent thousands of potential Heaven-goers to a horrible demise. It means that the lives of people on Earth means jack shit.)
(If redemption is possible, that means Sera is wrong.)
"Princess Morningstar," she says, once Charlie has broken off mid-sentence to pant. "How old are you?"
Charlie blinks at her a moment, put off by the question. "A little over two hundred, High Seraphim. Why?"
Sera scowls. "I assumed someone as old as yourself would understand how immature you're being about all of this. Why do you seek to prove me wrong?"
Her face grows tight and sharp, eyes narrowed. "Forgive me, High Seraphim, but I don't see how caring about my people makes me immature."
"This idea of yours is ridiculous. No one would step forward."
"I already have a guest, actually," she informs her, studying her black-tipped nails. It's a dismissal. "Angel Dust. You might have heard of him?"
She has. Adam had mentioned him, once- a billboard in the Pride ring; a slutty spider in lingerie. His exact words had been something along the lines of 'if I was gay, I would totally hit that'. But she'll be damned (ha ha) if she admits that. "I don't know of him. Regardless. You're asking me to stop the Exterminations on a farce. A concept."
"What are you losing out on?" Charlie argues. "A long trip? A massacre? You can't expect me to believe the angels of Heaven would enjoy all of this."
A crumpled angel is somewhere in the wreckage of this hellscape. Sera's hands tighten into fists. "I came here today to inform you that the timeline is being moved up. The growing populations of Hell are of concern to us. We're coming back in six months."
Charlie's face goes slack, and her eyes fill with tears. Sera is unmoved. And give no opportunity to the devil. "There- there must be something I can do," she whispers brokenly. "Some way I can change your mind."
Two sets of eyes go, as if in-sync, to Sera's legs. Charlie's face turns bright red, chewing on her lip with sharp fangs, and Sera feels foolish- of course Charlie Morningstar would go to that; she is but a demon, and demons are held to all of the Sins- but for a High Seraphim to even consider it? She has always strived to avoid the Sin of Lust. There was no one in Heaven who caught her eye. No angels that would make her heart flutter.
(Maybe, deep down, she's always wanted something more... devilish).
This would be a good time to say something. Admonish her. Remind her- and herself- that they are two political figures in a grand game of chess, twisting eternally in circles as beings beyond comprehension make them tap dance for the betterment of creatures they'll never embody. Knights and Queens to fight for the King that is humanity.
Sera says nothing.
Charlie's hands are surprisingly soft on her thighs. She kneels like a child brought to the pulpit and smooths her fingers underneath Sera's dress, moving the fabric aside. Her thumbs rub circles into her dark skin. Gently, she shifts her underwear aside, and then her tongue is laving across her entrance and clit. Sera groans, pent up from thousands of years (she's always had the option, but never really the interest), reaching shaking hands out to gently twist into her blonde hair.
She looks so much like her father.
"You see?" she asks, suddenly feeling so very delicate. She can't be wrong about all of this. "This is what you demons do. For all that is in the world—the desires of the flesh and the desires of the eyes and pride of life—is not from the Father but is from the world."
"You have heard that it was said, 'You shall not commit adultery.' But I say to you that everyone who looks at a woman with lustful intent has already committed adultery with her in his heart," Charlie murmurs into her folds, the vibrations enticing. "I think you're projecting a little. You're the one who checked out my tits when I walked into the room."
"It was an accident!" she defends, but can't go on when a well-taught tongue circles the tiny nub. Only a demon would know what they're doing, Sera assumes. "But you didn't fall into my legs by accident, did you? You came willingly." She strokes a blonde lock between her fingers. "A great temptation, laid out just for me."
Charlie doesn't reply, but Sera notices horns beginning to peek out of her hair. She runs her hand over one, feeling the sharp point and the smooth keratin. "So beastly. He would want me to be above this. Above you." Sera trails her way down to Charlie's chin, lifting her away from her bounty. The sharpness of it digs into her flesh. "Lucifer sent me his daughter, yet all I see is a whore. But that's what all demons are, isn't it?" She digs back, feeling the heft of her jawline. "Your hotel will never work. There is nothing worth redeeming in this place."
She watches in real-time as the red in her eyes washes across the sclera, and her pupils begin to glow like fire. And, damn it all, Sera can't help but find it heavenly to see.
Fire explodes out of Charlie Morningstar, incinerating everything in its path. Sera is holy, and safe- her clothes, however, are not. Charlie's outfit is fire resistant, but sharp nails grab and pull, ripping them to pieces. A long black tail snakes out of her pants, lashing and flicking. Her legs are goat-like and hairy. Sera manages to clock hooves before the demon grabs her by the throat and pulls her close.
"What do you know?" she demands, teeth sharp and intimidating. "What do you know about my people?"
"Sinners," Sera corrects, squinting against the flames. "God has-"
Charlie snorts, rough and vicious. "If there is a God, he's abandoned all of us. And he hates hypocritical sluts like you the most."
Of course God is real! She starts to correct her, to remind her that just because he doesn't come down to her firsthand doesn't mean he doesn't exist, but it's too late. Charlie's maw opens, and then there's fangs in her shoulder. Sera groans, lions surging. She puts a hand to the back of her head and pushes, feeling a tongue coaxing the half-moon indents to bleed.
She can't break skin. She won't even bruise. Such is the fate of a Seraphim. But it serves to piss Charlie off- the girl jerks her head back and forth like a feral dog, intent on ripping and shredding.
She wants to kill me, Sera realizes. That's a lot hotter than she wants to admit.
It's all going so fast she feels drunk on it all. She doesn't even take the time to consider how this all looks. She simply opens all her eyes, feeling the light of the room grow bright and buzzing as they all dart around. Charlie Morningstar is chewing her throat, praying for her downfall. Charlie Morningstar is the fucking devil.
(Charlie Morningstar, in the holy light of the theater, looks so gorgeous part of her wants to cry.)
She twists the universe in her fingers, bringing forth a strap-on. It's easily the stupidest thing she's ever conjured, but it feels correct in her hands- the weight, the length, the size. This is perfection. She pushes Charlie back (ignoring a sick thrill as the teeth leave her unrendered flesh) and dangles it on her pointer, inviting.
Charlie takes it, scoffs, and sets it on fire. It's her turn to glow obnoxiously, and then there's an actual, literal cock between her legs, easily trice the length and double the thickness. Sera's so wet it's borderline insane.
"Acting so high and mighty and you can't even make a good dick?" she says. "You really are virginity incarnate."
Sera starts to argue- because she's not, technically, though it's been so long she might as well be- but Charlie lifts her off the chair and tosses her onto the table. The cool surface brings goosebumps to her arms.
(She wonders if there's cameras. God, she hopes not.)
(...Well, it wouldn't be all bad. She could just request the footage and forget to return it. Say it's for a legal case against Hell that just never happens to come to fruition. A little something to remember this all by.)
Even now, even in her most feral of forms, Charlie has to half-crawl onto the table to grab her legs, dragging them down so they hang off the side. Her feet brush the equally cold floor as she ruts against her cunt, slickening herself on the juices. She wonders if there's even such a thing as lube in Hell.
Charlie pants like a wounded animal. Her face is bright red. "All you people do is step all over my kind. You use us, abuse us, and then you kill us. And for what? To sate some sadistic urge to rend and tear?"
"Hell was uprising-" she starts, about to give the age-old excuse.
She leans in, bright red eyes meeting hers. She's so captivating. "And it never occurred to you that maybe you fucking deserve it?"
Charlie puts one hand on her hip and another on her shoulder before driving home. Sera lets out an embarrassing screech as the cock stretches her to her limits, scrabbling desperately to cling to the demon's arms. Charlie gives no amnesty- she just keeps pushing, sinking inch by inch into her depths. She hilts and lets out a low moan. "Fuck."
There's a few seconds they just lay there, breathing heavily. Charlie can't reach her neck- as tall as she is, she's still nothing compared to Sera- so she instead starts to nibble on her breast. A tongue swirls around her nipple, sharp teeth slowly sinking deeper and deeper in. A dark claw works its way between them to press harshly against her clit, turning quick circles to ease the intrusion.
She's the fucking devil, Sera thinks, dazed and punch-drunk. And I'm fucking the fucking devil.
Charlie shifts, other hand going up to cradle her thigh, and she pulls out just enough for her to feel it when she thrusts back in. Quick, powerful jabs. It's like getting stabbed. It's suddenly like getting stabbed is hot. The pleasure is like electricity underneath her skin, boiling in her stomach. Sera's never had a hot flash before, but the sheer heat radiating off of this woman and pressurizing the air around them is probably close to it. She squirms under the demon's hands.
"This is what you needed, isn't it?" Charlie coos, her voice poison and honey in equal measure. "A good fucking, that's it. Nothing up in those clouds can give you what I can, can they?"
"No," she whispers, a refusal and a reluctant agreement all at once. Sera's eyes fill with tears. "No, they can't."
She smiles. Sera wishes her teeth had blood on them. The bright white of them is blinding and wrong. "Good girl."
Charlie gives a few more quick thrusts, a deep growl emanating from her chest. Sera's wails almost manage to cover the wet sounds of it all- so quiet, but so loud in the empty room. "Galatians 5:19 to 21," she utters, and Sera feels her chest constrict. Charlie stretches an arm up to pat her cheek. "C'mon, Sera. You know this one."
She does. She is the birth of the bible, and its rotting corpse. "The acts of the flesh are obvious: sexual immorality, impurity and debauchery-" Charlie hits a certain place inside her, and Sera's back arches off the table as she cries out- "i-idolatry and witchcraft; hatred, discord, jealousy, fits of rage, selfish ambition, dissensions, factions and envy; drunkenness, orgies, and the like."
Charlie tsks a little. "The whole thing. You know it!"
"I warn you, as I did before, that those who live like this will not inherit the kingdom of God," she recites, feeling hollowed out and filled all at once. Sera cannot ignore what she's implying. She cannot ignore that she has done most of what it has said is wrong. She can't ignore that, despite that, she has inherited the kingdom of God.
And Charlie, damn her, just goes faster and faster. And Sera, defeated, lets out one feeble sob before everything constricts, tightening and flexing and making her jerk. The devil pushes in one last time and empties her seed- and Sera stares up at the ceiling, wondering with all her heart if she's so easily swayed or if Charlie Morningstar is a greater evil than Lucifer himself.
"Wait," Sera whispers, throat sore, as Charlie begins to leave. Charlie pauses at the entrance of the door, looking back with one pupil. She looks just as tired as Sera feels. Her expression is wary but not entirely foreboding.
She'd been kind to her, after. Given her new clothes to cover up the rampage she'd committed on her body. Said nothing as she quietly retrieved her own garments; her undershirt was ruined by her haste, but her jacket survived. Her chest was milky white and stark where it peeked out around its edges.
Sera chews on her lip, suddenly unsure. Is she really so willing to give in? When there's a headless Exorcist sprawled out somewhere on these hellish streets?
Her pussy twinges; and, yeah, it sure seems so.
"Come back in a month," she pleads. "I'll- I'll work on getting the next Extermination postponed, but we'll need follow-up discussions about this... hotel."
She considers it. Sera feels a wave of terror that she doesn't immediately agree- that she might just leave, and Sera will have done all of this for nothing. Charlie finally nods, slow and deliberate. There's a hint of that red in her eyes again.
"Make it two," she says, and leaves; and Sera is further plunged into the depths of Hell.
Author's Note: My first smut commission! I'm pretty proud of it. And I finally get to use my nsfw ao3 to post it on! So here's hoping you all enjoyed. =)
-Mandaree1
