Key:
Text
"Speaking, or in-text quote"
In-text emphasis
'Thoughts'
Additional emphasis
Year 16 AL, Angelic Schism Part One: Heavenly Attraction
(27. You hear rumors of a group of low-level Succubi hiding in a forest just outside of the town you live in, what do you do?
A: Do nothing.
B: Offer them sanctuary in your home.
C: Offer yourself to them like a filthy degenerate.
D: Report them to the proper authorities.
Marcellus sat eerily still at the desk he had been given, looking long and hard at the question before him. Now, he absolutely knew what the answer was to this question. There was no doubt in his mind, in any way, shape or form. However, even still, his hand lingered dangerously over "C" all the same. Not because this was the answer he would naturally pick, but because the evil side of him was begging him to choose it just to see how Eden would react if he did pick it.
Oh, he could see it now. The Seraph would no doubt have an aneurysm at that answer. The only question now was: should he do it? The way his fingers kept going back to "C" certainly seemed to suggest that he should, but was the verbal lashing he was sure to get worth it?
Yes, yes it was.
A quiet chuckle left Marcellus's mouth as he locked in his final answer, moving on to the next question. Just as he began reading it over though, the Third Great Seraph herself suddenly appeared before him. Eden quickly adjusted her clothes, fixing an appraising stare onto the purple-haired man.
"Greetings, Marcellus." Eden said, lowering her gaze at the visibly tense man. "How has your progress been? I'd hope that you would be at least halfway done by now." The purple-haired man gulped, knowing good and well that he was only a little bit over a quarter of the way finished now. Marcellus gave a rough grunt as he cleared his throat, a nervous smile finding its way onto his face.
"Weeell..." The Former Hero trailed off as he reclined back into his chair, attempting to appear as nonchalant as possible. "...Y'know, I never was the greatest test taker in the World. Just keep that in mind." Marcellus said, causing Eden to freeze for a moment. The Seraph's soft eyes hardened and she silently reached down and ripped the paper from the man's desk.
"WHAT!?" Eden yelled, immediately seeing how little progress - in her mind - that Marcellus has made so far. She turned the paper around so that the purple-haired man could see the damning evidence himself, "You've been slacking off, haven't you!? You do realize that you have seventy-three questions left still, don't you!?"
Marcellus lifted up both arms to shrug as Eden looked back to the test, "I mean, yeah, I know that-"
"-You vile pervert!" Eden yelled, successfully cutting him off as she threw the paper back onto his desk. The Seraph's eyes burned as she leaned down, her glare boring into him now. "How could you, the Father of the Prophet, say that you would throw yourself into sin with Succubi!? Have you no shame!?" She interrogated. At that, Marcellus finally stood from his seat to stand before the furious Angel.
"Okay, okay, don't get your panties in a twist." Marcellus began while raising his hands in defense, failing to fight away the mischievous smile growing on his face "I was just messin' around, I-"
"-Don't you dare speak of my underwear!" Eden quickly interjected, but the Former Hero just waved her off, "Yeah, yeah, whatever. My point is, I was just joking around there. I wouldn't actually do anything like that." He assured, successfully wiping the smile off of his own face while replacing it with a more genuine expression. Unfortunately, Marcellus's little joke had already set the Seraph off quite terribly.
With a loud and annoyed groan, Eden turned away from him and stalked away. Marcellus looked on as the Seraph's wings twitched in irritation, making it look as though she was about to take off at any moment. She lifted both hands up to her hair, gripping a fistful of her own sage-colored locks as her frustration grew. Marcellus raised an eyebrow, now hearing the Seraph as she began to mutter something that sounded quite venomous under her breath.
After a few seconds of subdued ranting, Eden let go of her hair and whirled around to face the purple-haired man once more.
"...I see that we may need to do this the hard way, then." The Seraph noted, more to herself than to Marcellus. In a monumental showing of restraint, she brought her hands together and gave the man standing before her an even look. "Alright, Marcellus. I see that you haven't been taking this as serious as you should; thus, I think I will need to double-down on your lessons."
The man in question sighed at this, bringing a hand to his forehead, "C'mon, it was just one harmless joke!" He argued, dropping his palm from his face to let it drop to his side. "Don't tell me that nobody up here has a sense of humor." Marcellus lamented.
Eden shook her head, "This is nothing to jest about, Marcellus. Now," She aimed a finger at the test lying on his desk, "You sit there and finish your test! And you'd best make sure your answers are all serious, or else!" She threatened, folding her hands over her chest soon after. The Former Hero fought the urge to roll his eyes as he returned to his seat, picking up the pencil he had been given to continue his test.
Meanwhile, far below in the bottommost Level of Heaven, his son Luka was about to partake in something much more interesting.
Luka took a long look around inside of the Angel's home upon entering, taking in all the details of the humble abode. Very quickly though, he found that it was a bit too humble. Not to say that there was anything wrong with living simply - Luka himself preferred a quaint lifestyle, after all - but just like how the outside of the Barracks seemed bare to him, so did the inside.
It was too impersonal, with the only indication of the room's status as a "home" being the five beds alongside the left and right walls.
As Luka examined the room, the other Angels began to form something of a half-circle around him. All except Sariel, who stood close to the doorway in order to stay out of the purple-haired boy's direct sight. She watched on silently, trying not to squirm as the unfamiliar warmth that had been growing within her only worsened.
"Is this the only room here?" Luka asked with a curious hitch to his voice, looking around to see if he had somehow missed a doorway or something. However, Samyaza just smiled at his question.
"Yes, it is! Most Angel's live in one-room Barracks, Prophet Luka." The Angel Captain informed, not looking to be bothered in the slightest. "How do you find it? I especially adore our alter here!" She exclaimed while gesturing to the small visage of Ilias standing on the far side of the room. The marble statue of the Goddess caused Luka to bristle some, even this unassuming reminder of her gaining some anxiety from him.
"I-I think it's quite nice though, uh..." Luka trailed off, trying to find a polite way to put his critique. "...It could help to have a bit more life, don't you think?" He suggested, taking note of the fact that only the blue carpeting and blankets offset the bright white marble walls and ceiling. The Angels collectively gazed at him with confusion, looking as though they had never even considered such a thing before.
"...More life?" Kabaiel parroted, her blonde hair rolling over as she tilted her head to the side. Baraquel looked similarly bemused, tilting her head in the direction opposite of her twin, "What do you mean, Prophet Luka?" Luka bit the inside of his mouth and started pacing forward, moving between the Angels to stand in the middle of the room now.
Luka timidly brought his fingers together, tapping them together as he tried to explain what he meant. "Well, it just feels a bit empty in here. I mean, is this all you five own here?" He asked, turning on his heel to face the onlooking Angels. "Just these beds and the alter, nothing else?"
To his shock, they all remained silent, looking as if they couldn't even comprehend the need to own anything. Eventually, Captain Samyaza stepped forward to offer an explanation. "Us Angels don't need more than we are given, Prophet Luka. We happily live simple lives as followers of Ilias, bettering ourselves through prayer and training." Unfortunately, the Angel's attempt at a clarification only served to trouble the young Hero more.
'I understand living a modest life, but this is so barren.' Luka thought, a small frown forming on his face now. "So, what do you do when you aren't praying or training? What do you do for fun in Heaven?" At this, one Angel let out a small laugh. All heads turned to Penemue, who wore a mischievous smile on her face.
"There is something that we do for fun..." She trailed off, her half-lidded blue eyes looking to Samyaza. The Angel Captain's own gaze widened in understanding, "Oh! That's right, but should we do that with the Prophet present? I don't know if it would be the most proper thing." Samyaza noted.
Penemue began fluttering over to her bed as she replied, "It's just harmless fun, I'm sure Prophet Luka wouldn't argue against it." The Angel said, giving the purple-haired boy a look, "I think he'd really enjoy it, actually." She added. Luka blinked a few times, his heartrate picking up terribly as he couldn't help but wonder what exactly the Angels were referring to.
Suddenly, Baraquel and Kabaiel flew to the beds next to Penemue. All together, they grabbed the bottoms of their beds and began dragging them to the middle of the room.
"I agree, Luka should love this! It's always so much fun!" Baraquel exclaimed, being quickly followed up by Kabaiel. "Indeed, the Prophet being here will make things a hundred times more fun!" The three Angels brought their beds together in the middle of the room, pushing them up against each other in order to create one larger bed.
"Hmmm..." Samyaza hummed, placing a hand on her chin as she appraised her fellow Angel's work. After giving it some thought, the Captain let her hand drop and smiled, "...Well, I suppose Prophet Luka being here would help spice things up. Alright, let's do it then!" She exclaimed with a snap of her fingers. As soon as she did, Baraquel and Kabaiel darted over to Luka!
"W-Whoa, wait, what are you-" The young Hero bristled as they moved to hover on either side of him, unintentionally pressing their large busts against him as they grabbed his arms. The twin Angels lifted him up of the ground and flew him over to the beds, dropping him next to a kneeling Penemue, who looked quite excited now.
"Relax, Prophet Luka. You'll have so much fun with us, I promise." She said before leaning in closer, "I'll be gentle at the start, but I can't promise that things might not get out of hand the longer we go on~" She cooed, helping to help raise Luka's spiking heartrate.
"J-Just a second, what are we doing, exactly?" Luka asked frantically, watching as Baraquel and Kabaiel fluttered onto the bed soon after. His answer came in the form of a pillow, which fell with a light plop right in front of him. The young boy eyed the white cushion with a great deal of bewilderment, looking back up to see the three Angels now holding their own pillows.
"A pillow fight, of course!" Captain Samyaza declared, landing on the bed next to Luka. "Don't tell Eden, but we stay up past curfew every now and then just to do this. It is quite fun!" She remarked, happily holding up a pillow of her own. The other three Angels held up their own pillows in agreement to this, successfully helping to relieve Luka from his worries.
"Oh, I've never by a part of a pillow fight before." He remarked as he tentatively grabbed the pillow dropped for him. Luka glanced to the side catching sight of Sariel, who was sitting off to the side in one of the two beds not brought in the middle. He looked to Samyaza and asked, "Is Sariel not joining us?"
Luka's question spurred the Angel Captain to let out a small hum of confusion, looking to her Lieutenant in question. "Sariel, you aren't sitting this one out, are you? We have plenty of pillows left, you know."
Sariel appeared conflicted, but she shook her head either way before replying to her superior. "Apologies, I am not feeling well. Go on and continue without me, my Sisters." She urged quietly, hoping that the others wouldn't find her lie too odd. Well, it wasn't entirely a lie, for Sariel was feeling quite off.
The warmth that she had been feeling was getting worse, spreading throughout her chest like a wildfire. The Angel Lieutenant cringed, feeling as even the slightest movement on her part made her robes glide across her now unusually sensitive breasts. She tried to ignore this foreign sensation, but it only grew worse as the warmth spread downwards, seemingly intent on spreading across her entire body.
And the worse part, was the fact that it burned even greater anytime Luka's eyes feel upon her.
"Ah come on, Sariel..." Samyaza replied, a bit disheartened that her Lieutenant was trying to opt out while the Prophet is present. "...You're the best out of us all at pillow fighting, you simply must participate!" She implored.
"It wouldn't be the same with you, Sariel. It's always so fun with you present." Baraquel said, her twin nodding vigorously in agreement. Penemue crossed her arms over her chest in disappointment, "You are the only one who can match my intensity, you know." The Angel remarked.
Sariel's eyes narrowed, conflict showing through her blue eyes. The Angel Lieutenant's gaze bounced between her comrades, until finally falling upon Luka. His pale-blue eyes showed his disheartenment quite clearly, the usually gleam that they would regular have now all but gone. Sariel felt a great sadness come up from within her, one so great that even the peculiar warmth she had been feeling was quelled in an instant.
"I suppose I can," Sariel relented, moving to stand from the bed and float towards the middle of the room. "Just for one round, though." The Angel remarked. The others smiled as their Lieutenant neared, Luka in particular now looking in better spirits now. Samyaza took the opportunity to begin giving the young Hero and explanation.
"Now, Prophet Luka, the goal is to knock everyone else off the beds so that you can be the last person standing; In order to do that, you whack everyone you see with one of these!" Samyaza exclaimed, lifting up her pillow and giving it a small shake. "Bonus points if you're able to steal anyone else's pillow, too!" She whispered excitedly.
Luka slowly nodded, "I eh, think, I get the gist of it." He said, unsurely holding his pillow close to his chest. He spotted Sariel from the corner of his eye, watching as she knelt onto the bed alongside the others. Samyaza nodded, "Good, then let's pick our teams!"
"Kabaiel and I will be teaming together!" Baraquel shouted, happily sliding over to kneel right beside her twin. This decision seemed expected, as the other Angels let out light little laughs in response.
Penemue took it upon herself to scoot over to Luka, practically being shoulder-to-shoulder to him. "I request to be the Prophet's partner," She started, leaning in close to the shorter boy to whisper. "Let us burn down our opponents with the heat of our passion, Prophet Luka!" She proclaimed fiercely, the feeling of her breath on his ear causing him to spasm just a bit.
"Hah-aa-hahaa!" Luka laughed involuntarily as he swiftly pulled away from the Angel, trying not to think about how a certain lavender-skinned Lamia had whispered in his ear for much different intentions not too long ago. "Sounds good, P-Penemue!" He exclaimed, much to the Angel's mute delight.
"Then it seems that Sariel and I will compose the final team; seems a bit unfair, doesn't it?~" Samyaza asked with a smug but teasing lift in her tone. She and the other Angels began to rise to their feet, spurring Luka to do the same though with noticeably less confidence. The Twins Baraquel and Kabaiel laughed at the same time as they rose, a fierce gleam to their bright blue eyes.
"Uh-uh, don't get so cocky now!" Kabaiel bawled, moving forward to charge the Angel Captain. Samyaza laughed as she met her fellow Angel in the middle of the beds, the two striking each other with their pillows with all their might...
...And this was the moment when Luka realized something that he had not taken into account before: the undeniably impressive bust that seemingly every Angel possessed.
As terrible as it would be to confess, the first thing he noticed when Kabaiel and Samyaza whacked each other was how their breasts shook beneath their loose clothing, reminding him very much of a certain tan-skinned Mermaid Merchant from Port Natalia. And naturally, Luka's mind jumped right to remembering just how nice mounds of that size felt.
Just as quickly, Luka felt a pang of self-disgust hit him.
'I can't think of them like that!' The purple-haired boy chastised to himself, trying to shake the impure thoughts away as quickly as he could. Woefully enough, even that small sidetracking thought stirred something within him. It was a familiar fire, one that could not be so simply snuffed out. Especially when he wasn't the only one feeling it.
Indeed, the Angel Lieutenant Sariel was unknowingly under the same effects, having no experience to tell her what she was even feeling. The only thing that the silent Angel did know was that every time her eyes fell upon Luka, the peculiar warmth within her would rise like a fire being fanned back to life. Even more alarming than this, was the fact that a small part of Sariel was starting to enjoy it.
The Angel had no clue as to why this would be, but she wouldn't have much time to mull it over, either.
"Hiya!" Penemue screamed out unexpectedly, diving forward towards Sariel with pillow in hand. The Angel Lieutenant's eyes opened wide at the sneak attack, but she was successful in meeting her fellow Angel head-on and parried the oncoming strike. "Give me your best, Sariel!" Penemue proclaimed with a laugh, rearing back to swing at the other Angel once more.
The room quickly became filled with the thwacks of pillow meeting flesh and Angelic laughter, the joyous sounds echoing around the room quite shifted his attention to the side as he felt the bed he stood on dip down, seeing Baraquel stalking towards him. She grinned as she approached, her little wings flapping happily. "I'll try and take it easy on you, but I'm not gonna make any prooomiseeees~" The Angel cooed, her face practically brimming with excitement.
While Baraquel stepped up to him, Luka raised his own pillow warily to meet the challenge. "D-Don't you think that I'm that easy to beat!" He shot back, trying but failing to tease the Angel. All she did was smirk before jumping forward, swinging her pillow at his side. Luka raised his pillow up, batting away Baraquel's attack for the moment. He began to counter by pulling back and slamming his pillow into the Angel's side!
However, this made a certain problem he had already noticed earlier raise its head once again.
As Luka's attack laned true, Baraquel jerked and laughed in response. In doing so, he Angel's rather large bust swung around wildly beneath her robes A gasp escaped his lips upon seeing this, his attention wholeheartedly taken away by the distracting sight. So much so that he didn't even notice as Baraquel aimed a counterattack right for his face, only becoming aware of it as it landed.
"Ugh!" Luka grunted, nearly falling off of the bed then and there before regaining his balance. Baraquel - to Luka's dismay - started bouncing in place, her smile growing even wider than before as her long blonde hair - among other things - started to bounce around. "Hey now, this is still me taking it easy, Prophet Luka! You gotta pay better attention or you won't last long~" She teased.
Unwittingly, Baraquel was correct about him not lasting long, but in a much different sense. For, Luka's arousal was steadily beginning to build.
Luka gulped, fighting in vain for his attention to keep off of the ample endowment practically being thrown in his face. He could feel his cheeks start to burn shamefully as the admittedly alluring sight of all the Angels jumping and flailing around started to take its toll on him. Even worse, he could feel that awful, familiar stir begin to build deep within.
The small pulse of something starting to grow sent waves of anxiety up his spine, Luka knowing quite well that stopping the spread of it would be nigh impossible. Which meant that he needed to put some distance between himself and the others, for surely, he couldn't keep such a thing hidden from these five Angels, not without running the risk of such an embarrassing thing being revealed to them all.
"I-I'm sorry!" Luka suddenly blurted out, hopping off of the bed to plant his feet on the ground. The Angels all stopped what they were doing to watch their purple-haired Prophet place his pillow down onto the bed and retreat from the mattresses, his face painted with a noticeably bright blush.
Samyaza was the first to question him, "Prophet Luka, whatever is the matter?" She asked, her and Kabaiel stopping in their tracks to face him now. Sariel and Penemue had stopped as well, though the latter's half-lidded eyes seemed to flutter down the young Hero's body for just a moment before going up again.
If Luka was of a sounder state of mind, he would've noticed this, but he missed this as he replied, "I-I'm just feeling a bit under the weather, is all. Please, c-continue you fun!" He tried to assure, though the small twitching of a growing erection made his voice waver.
"Luka, I didn't upset you, did I?" Baraquel asked with a frown, tightly clasping her pillow in both hands. The Angel's large blue eyes were forlorn even as Luka shook his head, "No, No! I'm just not feeling all so well. I-I think that I'll just p-peek my head out for a moment, to get some fresh air, you know?" At that, the young Hero all but ran to the entrance of the Barrack, bursting through the door and closing it just as quickly behind himself.
Samyaza, Baraquel and Kabaiel all looked at the door with various looks of confusion, Baraquel in particular looking troubled as she still suspected that she had a part in Luka's odd behavior. While she wasn't necessarily wrong, the Angel was very much so off-the-mark on what was bothering her Prophet.
Sariel's blue eyes were much more conflicted than the others, especially know that the odd heat that had been developing within her bosom was now becoming quite irritating. For whatever reason, this seemed to only get worse now that Luka was absent, which confounded the Angel Lieutenant quite a bit. A desire to chase after him began to well up inside, one that was becoming hard to ignore.
"Here, let me check on the Prophet." Sariel suddenly said, shocking even herself as she stepped down from the beds. The other Angels looked to their Lieutenant with a bit of surprise, the difference in behavior she had now versus just a few minutes ago not lost on any of them. Samyaza in particular had a questioning look, but didn't say anything as the other Angel left through the door.
Penemue watched the whole just as silent as the rest, though something else danced in the Angel's half-lidded eyes...
...And something warm began to spread through her chest as well.
Luka ran a hand through his long purple locks as he stepped around the corner of Troop Five-Hundred Thirty-Five's Barrack, walking in-between it and the home neighboring it. He sighed as he came to a stop in the small alleyway, leaning back first onto the marble wall. He jerked at the feeling of his member throbbing, feeling as it grew to full length beneath his night shirt.
'Of all the times, why now!?' Luka thought in dismay.
Truly, the timing couldn't have been worse. Here he was, having to hide away because of his overt sensitivity to arousal. His erection throbbed again, almost as thought to tease him. Luka couldn't understand how it had come to this, was he really becoming that weak-willed?
Not until recently had Luka had so much issue with keeping his purity in check, as even the smallest bit of stimulation seemed to set him off now it seemed. And even worse, it seemed as though even Angels could garner this bothersome reaction from him. Luka knew the Commandments well, Angels having intercourse with Humans was - apparently - just as disallowed as Humans having relations with Monsters.
And here Luka was, getting excited all the same.
Beings that were supposed to look up to him, that were supposed to respect and admire him. Luka couldn't think of a worse way to betray their trust, then to think up such lewd thoughts about their bodies. It wasn't right, and the young boy couldn't bear to face them now, not with thoughts the like that he had been thinking. It was shameful to him, shameful and disgraceful.
Luka slowly shook his head before closing his eyes, taking in and letting out a deep breath. 'I just need to calm down, let my mind clear.' The young Hero thought, clutching his face in both hands. He cringed upon feeling how hot his face had already gotten already, knowing that a fierce blush had undoubtedly spread across his face.
Thump Thump
Thump Thump
Thump Thump
The sound of his of heartbeat pounding in his ears certainly didn't help Luka with keeping his head clear, the rhythmic sound simply reminding him more of how his erection would pulse. A groan left his lips, more than one type of frustration building within him. Luka knew good and well that his excitement rarely went away by itself, and definitely not quickly.
And it certainly didn't help when he still couldn't rid his mind of the sight of the Angel's busts bouncing around...
Twitch Twitch
Twitch Twitch
Luka finally opened his eyes now, staring forward with a look of utter dismay on his face. As it would seem, the purple-haired boy's troubles were only about to grow worse. As he was not alone, not anymore. Luka caught movement out of the side of his eye, and he glanced to his left to see an Angel standing at the other end of the alleyway.
The Angel in question, was Sariel. Luka wasn't quite sure how he could tell this so quickly, but that detail would very so fail to hold any importance.
Sariel was noticeably flustered, her cheeks colored with a red similar to his own. The Angel also seemed to be a bit uncertain herself, as there was a noticeable sway in her stance. Neither of the two spoke initially, both seeming to be locked up once making eye contact. Luka involuntarily raised a hand to his chest, clutching at the single layer of fabric covering his body.
"H-Hello, Sariel. What are you doing out here?" Luka asked, desperately trying to conspicuously move his nightshirt so that his erection wasn't too obvious. Luckily, she didn't seem to notice yet.
"I wished to see how you were fairing Prophet Luka. You said you were feeling unwell, so I wanted to make sure it wasn't too bad." Sariel stated as she moved closer, slowly stepping towards him. Her gait was a bit uneven, but this went unnoticed by Luka, who was stuck in his own world at the moment.
The Angel Lieutenant stopped within a meter of the purple-haired boy, falling silent again soon after. Luka didn't say anything in response to this as, while there definitely had been something that bothered him, he couldn't in any way voice what it had been. He turned his gaze away, his earlier shame rising as his erection still stood tall beneath his nightshirt.
"Is there something else bothering you, Prophet Luka?" Sariel asked, her tone more pressing this time. Luka forgot about his previous problem at this, "Something else? S-Something else like what? He asked back much too quickly, eliciting another bout of silence from the Angel. Her bright blue eyes looked at him intently, a hesitant curiousity gleaming in her gaze.
Sariel drew nearer, coming within arm's length of him now. Luka forced his gaze up, trying in vain to keep his attention off of the Angel's breasts, which - like every other Angel like Sariel - was very inconviently eye-level to Luka. In spite of his best efforts though, his hardened member twitching again just at the sight of her endownment. He cringed, the uncomfortable heat spreading throughout his body becoming even worse now that the Angel was so close.
Speaking of, Sariel too could feel a warmth spreading the closer she got to Luka. It was almost like a fever, the type of sickness that clouds the mind and makes one's thoughts muddied and clouded. So much so, that the Angel Lieutenant's mind wandered back to the one thing that had been other her since the last time she had met with her Prophet. It seemed unwise to ask about his question before, but now that they were alone...
"Luka," Sariel began, fighting against a sudden rush of nervousness. "Why is it that you asked Eden about our First Commandment?" The young boy's eyes grew large upon hearing Sariel's question, his heart for whatever reason leaping around within his chest.
Thump-Thump
Thump-Thump
Thump-Thump
Luka's hand trembled ever-so-slightly as he grabbed at his chest again, practically feeling his heart hammer away at his ribcage. "W-Well, I-I was just c-curious?" Luka nearly choked at how Sariel's eyes grew nearly double in size, spurring him to raise his hands defensively. "W-Wait, that's not what I had meant!" He exclaimed quickly, trying in vain to backpedal on his haphazard explanation.
"Prophet Luka, th-that's-" Sariel was cut off as her legs wobbled, a sudden weakness striking the Angel. A gasp flew from Luka's mouth and he instinctually held his arms out to catch her, resulting in the Angel crashing chest-first into his collar. Luka grunted as Sariel's bust pressed into him right below his neck, her bountiful breasts nearly coming up to his chin. The young Hero fought to keep from toppling over, just able to find the strength to keep himself and the Angel upright.
However, while that crisis was averted, another one shot up right in its place in the form of his nearly forgotten erection, which had found the inside of Sariel's thigh. The sudden contact caused Sariel to let out a moan and she inadvertently pressed her breasts even harder into the top of his chest, decreasing the already small amount of space between them even more.
Luka shivered at the Angel's soft touch, the stimulation causing his erection to throb against Sariel's soft thigh once more. In response,
The Angel's breathing hitched, and she inadvertently pressed her breasts even harder into the top of his chest. Luka shivered, his erection throbbing against the Angel's soft thigh once more. Sariel pushed her legs together in response, a sigh escaping her lips as an alien pang of pleasure shot through her body. The heat that was building between the two was raging now, bright crimson patches painting their faces and bodies.
"L-Luka..." Sariel stammered quietly, bringing the purple-haired boy's attention from her breasts and up to her face. Once their gazes met, it was as if everything around them slowed.
The Angel's eyes were glossy and bright, a confused but strong passion swimming in her eyes. And above all else, it was aimed at Luka and Luka alone. Sariel's inhibitions seemed to fall away as she started leaning in, her lips slowly parting as she drew closer.
Luka could feel her hot breath blowing against his face, his own mouth opening in response. He tried to say something to stop her, knowing in his heart that anything to happen from here was surely not allowed in Ilias's mind, but Luka failed to do anything in time to stop Sariel's lips from pressing into his.
Sariel's soft mouth sloppily pushed against his, her kiss very first attempt at a kiss being a very uncoordinated one. Nevertheless, she kept at it, a sudden hunger overtaking her completely. The Angel Lieutenant wasn't even completely sure of what she wanted, but what she did know was that she wanted more. More of the touch, the taste, of him.
In an attempt to fulfill this new foreign desire quickly overtaking her, Sariel wrapped her arms around her Prophet. One hand went low and grasped the fabric covering Luka's back while the other went higher and took a fistful of his hair. The Angel pulled him closer while pushing herself forward, seemingly trying to cocoon him completely in her soft embrace.
Thump-Thump
Thump-Thump
Luka yelped into Sariel's mouth as his own legs gave way, the Angel releasing the kiss as he fell backwards. They hit the soft floor of cloud with a small thud, the purple-haired boy groaning from the friction he felt around his hardened length. Sariel was quick to reorientate herself, frantically removing her arms from his body to find his arms.
Sariel's hands found Luka's wrists, her fingers wrapping tightly around them as she propped herself up. The young boy beneath her breathlessly watched as the Angel hovered over him, her blonde locks hanging down past her face. There were no words exchanged from then on, pure passion now overtaking the two. Sariel bend down once again, her large breasts coming to rest on Luka's chest long before their lips met once again.
THU-THUMP THU-THUMP
THU-THUMP THU-THUMP
Luka's heart was pounding wildly now, the sound of its pulsing now the only thing he could hear as the Angel pining him to the clouds wrapped her lips against his once more...
"Archangel Ariel definitely didn't want her getting out..." Archangel Valkyrie muttered out, eyeing the small seal placed on Cupid's door. The small red pentagram gave off a low glow, betraying the amount of magic that had been placed on it. The white-haired Archangel shook her head and turned to Dominion Endiel, who looked atypically serious as she stood there before Cupid's Barrack.
"It really is barbaric, the way your superior goes about managing the Angels she oversees." Endiel remarked, her glowing red eyes appraising the seal. "Is it typical for her to resort to using means like this?" She asked, her gray hair swishing about as she nodded to the door.
Valkyrie frowned while turning away back to the door, "...I'd be a liar if I said that she didn't have a tendency to single out Cupid." The silver-haired Archangel admitted reluctantly.
The Leader of the Archangels was known for many things and her not-so-subtle disgust for Cupid was one of them, as she never passed down an opportunity to punish the Angel of Love. Valkyrie sometimes mused that if Ariel was allowed to cast Cupid out of Heaven, that she'd more likely than not do it personally.
And more likely than not, that would mark the first time anyone in Heaven would see Archangel Ariel smile.
Valkyrie placed a hand on the blood-red pentagram, quickly recognizing Ariel's handiwork. It wasn't an overtly powerful seal, just enough to where nobody on the lowest Level of Heaven would be able to break it. However, someone more powerful and better attuned to messing with such things than the regular Angel - such as the freshly appointed Archangel in Valkyrie - could find a way to remove it.
"This should only take me a moment; have you heard anything from Cupid, Endiel?" The Dominion's face displayed a rare mask of concern as she watched Valkyrie place a hand on the pentagram. "I haven't, actually. And everything she said up until then was gibberish." Archangel Valkyrie raised an eyebrow at this revelation.
The Angel of Love was, if nothing else, a talker. Whether or not the talk was appropriate was always in question, but Cupid wasn't one to stay silent. Something must be wrong. Valkyrie pushed against the seal and began pouring her magic into it as she asked, "Did she say nothing to you at all?"
Dominion Endiel's diaphanous white robe ruffled as she shifted from foot-to-foot, "Well, Cupid attempted to speak words. However, she seemed to have quite the difficult time doing so." She remarked with a thoughtful look. "I'd be a liar if I said I could understand most of what she said. Though she was quite happy when I mentioned Luka being here."
Archangel Valkyrie's arm trembled slightly at the mention of Luka, something Endiel took note of. The now smirking Dominion turned to lean back-first against the facade of Cupid's home, "So, how exactly do you plan on losing yourself with Luka?" She asked casually, causing the silver-haired Angel to sputter.
"D-Don't ask me that when I'm trying to concentrate!" Valkyrie chastised, throwing a quick glare at her fellow Angel before returning to her work. The light giggle that came from Endiel was enough alone to raise the Archangel's dread, knowing that the Dominion was looking to get a rise out of her. "Calm yourself, Valkyrie. I was just curious since it's something I've spent many a night considering myself."
Endiel brought a hand up to the top of her chest, placing her palm on her collarbone. "I'd love to take my time with him; let every touch linger, savor every taste..." She started dragging her fingers down, trailing them down to her breast and cupping it. "...To draw the end out as long as I can with my mouth, my breasts, anything and everything he'd want, teasing him until I can't possibly hold myself back any longer..."
Valkyrie's face was a dark red and she silently tried to ignore the Dominion's words.
Meanwhile, Endiel dropped her other hand down to her thigh, dragging it up towards her own waist. "...Then, I'd finally get to use the only thing I've never been able to properly use. I'll use my pussy to wring out every last drop of seed-"
"-DONE!" Valkyrie yelled, removing her hand from the door to reveal that the pentagram was now gone. Dominion Endiel just smirked and folded her arms beneath her breasts as the Archangel pushed open the door.
And standing there, unmoving, was Cupid.
The still-diminutive Angel of Love's eyes were currently aimed towards the ground, but they began to rise once the door opened, her gaze falling upon Valkyrie. The Archangel's steel-blue eyes regarded the odd sight before her. Dominion Endiel moved to stand beside Valkyrie, her face going from teasing to concern upon seeing her frazzled friend.
"Cupid... Are you alright?" Valkyrie asked carefully. Her question went unanswered as the Angel before them kept up her silence, continuing to stare blankly at Valkyrie. Then, Cupid opened her mouth to mutter something unintelligible. Endiel tilted her head to the side. "Pardon?"
Cupid slowly opened her mouth again, her chest moving in and out as her breathing started growing heavier. "L-Luka, find now, find..." The Angel of Love's pink eyes practically glowed, "...I need... to fuck... right now." She practically growled; her gaze fierce with renewed determination as she stomped through the doorway.
Just like that, the hunt was on.
And so, the downward spiral that Heaven has been sent on grows even more out of control. Some interesting things to come, that's for sure...
omegaqilin: I don't believe that Marcellus knew about Lucifina being an Angel, but that certainly will be the case here. He's definitely in the dark about a lot of things in Jeremiad and like you said, he is not for Black Alice's intentions, I'll keep that secret to myself.
F14M3RZ: Poor Marcellus indeed, the abundance of trouble he's about to go through will be egregious. And with no real friends in Heaven, he'll be trying to figure it out on his own.
incorrectREVuse: Lots of good questions, your answers will soon come...