[M] Arch Angels

[TruthSayer]

The Senator and his wife looked resplendent beneath the flashes of light from a hundred paparazzi cameras. Mrs. Senator wore red ruby jewels around her neck, tapering in size along the gold chain upon which they were fixed until the one that dangled at the center of her old and wrinkled chest was the size of a child's fist. Tear drop earrings, a delicate bracelet circling her left wrist, and the only ring on her right hand were fetching, matching the red carpet beneath the woman's black shoes and the diamond shaped ruby tie pin Mr. Senator wore. Wide smiles full of false white teeth. Shining black shoes. Long black dress that fell straight to the ground and moved like liquid silk when the woman moved. The quiet hush of roses on the breeze signalling a far-too expensive perfume.

The man was the target, but Michael Devaro was far more interested in the woman. He wondered if the weathered creases between her breasts would smell like roses, too, and if the scent of fear on her as Michael cut her dress away would make the roses smell all the sweeter. He could not see her; the light beneath the streetlights and the flash of cameras was too bright, forcing him to wear the imprisoning black blindfold; but he could smell her. Could hear the slide of flesh on her inner thighs as she moved, could feel the shift in the air even from this distance as she lifted her arm to wave and the curtain of fat beneath it waved right along with her. He wondered how her flesh would taste as he bit into it, if the tip of her tongue would be gamey as he bit into that, too.

A wide grin pulled at the corners of his mouth, tugging his lips so tight that he felt a flash of pain from the expression. He wondered if they could stall the murder of Mr. Senator until he'd had the chance to watch his wife being fucked, her cunt torn open with the sharp pull of his nails against it, her ass split wide with the girth of his sex. He would fuck her in Madeleine's name; she would like that, Michael knew.

Michael licked his lips, tasting blood on his tongue from the small split in his bottom lip, created during training earlier that day, aggravated with his grin. "I want her..." he whispered, mouth barely moving with the words, the sound of them so slight that the breeze carried them away before they could be heard by the people passing by on the street just inches from where he stood within the deep shadows of the alleyway. He would complete his mission, but... "I want her..."

[Tammika]

A warning. Elise didn't like holding herself back, she wanted to kill them all. The whole fucking tree hugging family, not just their son. So having a little fun with the target was the personal compensation she decided upon for herself. He was a lovely piece of eye candy after all and it had been far too long since she last .. played. Olive skin, honey brown eyes his voice thick with an accent, telling of his Puerto Rican heritage and with biceps near the same size as her own waist the college football player could easily snap her in two. The thought made her breathing quicken the slightest bit.

Luring him away from the others was too easy, and she took her time drinking and smiling with the rest of the mob of frat boys and their chosen groupies for the night, lust filled eyes all glimmering in the soft light of the bonfire. The image of them all writhing on the ground as their flesh melted away from them with a slow agonizing burn excited her, an infectious excitement the she knew every male there could sense. She remembered being in the arms of some random drunk guy. Though he smelled horrid and could barely stand he could kiss oh so well. It pained her to fake offense, pushing away at his wandering hands and be 'rescued' by the target. Stepping away from the others was just what she wanted and from the looks of him, he had no plans of rescuing her. She leaned into him, feigning a little tipsiness of her own as he led her inside the empty frat house to 'get warmed up and calm down'.

He couldn't see the flash of desire in her eyes the moment he made his first move, pushing her down, wasting no time covering her mouth with his and shoving a hand up her skirt. She fought a little just for good measure. The writhing beneath his massive body giving him a thrill and making the hunt worth his while.

Elise was about to get fucked and she was going to let him have her. Then he would die. She wondered how his face would look as the ecstasy of his climax suddenly changed into one of excruciating pain as he burned from the inside out. Whether he would tremble as the smell of his own burning flesh filled the room. Would he cling to her? Would he push away? Would he scream?

[TruthSayer]

He lay over Mrs. Senator's body, her naked cooling flesh slick with blood and sweat and tears. His nails were caked in it, his still hard cock washed clean with it as he shoved into her once more, though her body remained as unresponsive as it had been since she'd taken her last breath nearly five minutes before. She still tasted sweet, though, still smelled like roses, and Michael had been right: the wrinkled flesh between her breasts had been the most delectable part of her.

And she was just as beautiful as he'd imagined. He hadn't extinguished the light in the small room of the hotel's underused basement when he'd first brought them here, leaving the cloth over his eyes as he allowed instead Mr. Senator to witness every loving thing Michael visited upon the mind and flesh of the man's wife. The man had screamed through the dirty rag taped inside the cavern of his mouth, his arms pulling so furiously against the piano wire binding his wrists that he'd nearly cut both hands from his body. Michael could see it, but he could smell the blood, and hear the fine drip of it on the cold concrete where the man sat.

He hadn't extinguished the light purposefully, but when he'd felt the heat of her flesh giving way under his, the lights had flickered. When he heard her screams as he bit into her fat little cunt, the lights had dimmed a bit more, and when he felt her neck snap beneath his gentle touch, the lights had gone out completely. No windows to allow in a speck of light that would burn Michael, and so Michael had ripped away the cloth barring his vision and beheld perfection.

No one was perfect in life. Even itty bitty babies were tainted and needed purification from their sins. Only in death was the true beauty revealed.

Mr. Senator had screamed again when the lights had gone out. Stupid fool. Didn't he know that Michael could see, and that was all that mattered?

"I am the light of the world," Michael whispered, lifting himself from the hardening body beneath him. His cock, hard and red and streaked with fluid, bobbed from the opening in his pants as he walked toward Mr. Senator. "I alone purify the darkness."

The spurts of light around Mr. Senator, let off as the man struggled, his clothing brushing the concrete floor beneath him, the soft amber glow of his breath in the cold air, were beacons for Michael, moving outward from the man's body to verify the entire room in Michael's vision.

"I see the demons on you," Michael said, kneeling down in front Mr. Senator. He reached a hand out, running his fingers down the spiked back of a green little demon resting on the man's shoulder; the demon licked his fingertip with a spiked, poisonous tongue. "I alone will rid the world of your evil."

Mr. Senator's eyes were wide, so very wide in his skull as Michael pulled a strip of piano wire from the small compartment in the sleeve of his trench coat and wrapped its cool length around the man's neck. The man's tongue darted wildly outside of his mouth as Michael applied pressure, whispering the Catholic Benediction in slow, loving tones as the amber glow of Mr. Senator's breath became even more rapid, even more inconsistent and weak as the demons on his shoulder and wide belly and balding head leaped and twisted in their furious dance that Michael was taking another from within their folds and vindicating Mr. Senator's soul to heaven.

Blood warmed his fingers as the piano wire cut through flesh, snagging on vertebrae. Michael stood, performed the sign of the cross over the recently dead, and tied the cloth back around his eyes. He did not take the wire as he left, for he had no fingerprints with which to track him and even if he did, the Lord would hide him from evil eyes. He walked up the stairs, fingers trailing along the rough plaster wall in such a way that he left red streaks of blood hailing his passing as he made his way to the exit, the air here colder on his flesh than it had been down below. He tucked his dick back into his pants when he reached the street, and headed home.

[Tammika]

It was over too fast. Elise squirmed in her seat in the vehicle, the wound on her leg still sending chills up and down her spine as she remembered the details of killing the college football star. Other things excited her too but she chose to relive the moment the quarterback went into shock and convulsions as his insides were roasted slowly. his flesh became so hot the buckle from his belt burned into her thigh. Soon the wound would heal and she wanted to enjoy every twinge of pain as long as possible. It took high temperatures before her skin was truly effected by heat and high temperatures was just what she used to kill him fast enough so his cock stayed hard but slow enough to make it fun.

He put all his weight on her, his huge hands gripping her upper arms so tight she screamed, as blood and pus oozed from his mouth onto her chest. His eyes bulged and she panted and writhed beneath him as if he had hit a sweet spot. When he leaned over her and curled into a ball around her body she held him like a good lover would. A warm embrace. She giggled furiously, soft breathy pants, stomping her feet and wrapping her arms around herself.

The passenger in the front seat and the one sitting beside her both turned and looked at her. A warning glance. They had drugs that would reduce her into a vegetable state in seconds if she misbehaved. The thought crossed her mind to finger herself and see if he would watch or stop her, but she didn't want to risk it. Elise wanted to be awake for the plane ride. The only reason for driving this far was meeting another ...co worker. Elise prayed it would be Michael. She had a present for him if it was.

The rectangular burn wound on her leg still seeped pus and blood, her legs were covered in fluids beneath her short skirt, hopefully he would like it. She suddenly felt nervous and worried he wouldn't even notice. Nails buried into her palm hard enough to break the skin and she calmed herself. It would be okay, hopefully the burn would leave a scar, maybe he would like that better...

[TruthSayer]

They had put Michael in the locked back room of the small Lear Jet immediately upon bringing him on board, leaving him in surrounded by his beloved darkness and the chortle of the demons who followed him. His beloved little demons with their softly glowing flesh, sharp little teeth, and bulbous eyes clung to him, watching as he stroked his flesh, guiding the pull of his hands as the heavy reinforced steel cuffs around his wrists threatened to still his movements.

Strength... the demons hissed, forked tongues flicking out to sooth the quickening of his touch. She comes...

"Yes..." Michael whispered to them. "Strength, and patience." He opened his eyes, the cloth gone from them, and watched the demons around him, countless numbers of them clawing at the floor, the walls, the ceiling of the jet as it hit the tarmac and slowed to a stop. Only one was his own demon, with him since birth, purified along with him under the ministrations of the saints who created him. All others belonged to those whom he purified himself, attached to his righteousness through the righteousness he delivered upon the dead.

Soon... they hissed again, little clawed hands touching his cock, shoving pinprick nails down into the opening at its tip, making him pant in pleasure.

"Yes..." he answered them, head lulling back against the wall behind him. Normally, he was not privileged to the information of which of his beloved siblings were to be with him, if it was his brother Pim, or sister Elise that would be brought aboard for the long journey home. There was to be no speaking between them though they would be kept in the same room, and no touching. Microphones set in intervals in the small room picked up all sound, and the punishment from the saints should they break the rules was steep.

But it would be Elise coming on board. Michael had heard a stupid guard say her name before they had locked him inside his darkness. Enough heat from her, and even the mechanisms of reinforced steel would melt before her. He wondered if she would smell like another man, or if her target this time was a woman and she would carry that sweet perfume on her flesh as an extension of her own.

Beautiful Elise, with her sharp nails and sharp teeth and wet little cunt.

[Tammika]

She had been given the opportunity to shower and change. It wouldn't due for her to waltz around with the burnt remains of the very dead football player that was plastered on all the television screens in the airport. So she showered scrubbing herself from top to bottom, knowing if it was Michael, he would still smell it under the expensive shampoo and soap she insisted on using.

Despite her 'job' she insisted on wearing skirts and dresses as much as possible. She was feminine that way. The feel of silk only added to her good mood. She had swapped the jean skirt for a simple sleeveless black dress with plunging neckline and a hem the brushed her silky brown thighs midway, looking much like a spoiled socialite with her entourage, gliding through the airport ahead of all other passengers awaiting commercial flights.

As she stepped up into the jet she was instantly met with a hand on either one of her wrists. Cuffs were pointless. No matter what someone always was burned before they could get the shot into her arm. But today she threw them all off. Elise wanted to know who was riding with them so she was a good girl, terrifying them all with her good girl act. She even smiled politely at the man that opened the door to the back room for her and the one that gave the parting threat. "You know the drill Ms. Dennings. One alarm goes off and we will use the gas again. Are we clear?"

"Crystal." she purred back with a wink, wiggling her fingers in a wave as they closed and locked the door to the small room. Her heart beat so fast she could barely breathe. She sat down, listening to the soft breathing of the person beside her. The total absence of light meant it could only be one person. Michael.

She had done two jobs with him and seen him countless times, enough to know that he was brutal and relentless and... blood looked good in his hair. The contrast was amazing.. She could barely speak, but her good manners told her she should say something, anything. It was so unlike her to be this timid. Maybe it was the small room, the closed tight space usually drove her mad by the time they reached their destination. Normally she was out like a light from nearly turning the plane into a fireball from her own panic attack, but Michael was here.

Say something Elise!

"Hello, Michael."

[TruthSayer]

Michael licked his lips, wide grin pulling at the cut in his bottom lip again as Elise's scent assailed him. He didn't like it. He wanted her to smell like death, like the abdication only she and Madeleine and Pimerand and himself could deliver, not roses. Dead women smelled of roses.

His eyes, having shut tight against the blast of light into the room as Elise entered, opened, focusing on her. Her breath was sweet amber on the air, the beating of her heart against her ribs sending shots of pure light along her flesh. The steel around his wrists clinked as the steady rhythm he'd kept since New York City faltered, climbing faster for a split moment before he squeezed tight, stilling the motion. The demons writhed on the floor, crawling up beneath Elise's dress to scratch at her thighs, and Michael hissed at them, causing them to cower before him.

"Mine," he told them, and watched them scurry away, a dark writhing shadow on the floor.

[Tammika]

She didn't understand what he meant but the tone of his voice made her flinch. She was already on edge and the guttural commanding tone aroused her even more. In such a state she had begun to sweat and the salty sting made her hiss and separate her legs some as perspiration caused the wound to become uncomfortable again. The bandage was going to have to come off. She slipped her hand beneath her dress and adjusted it, eyes closing as the pain made her tense the muscle until it passed... making her wet, but that was bound to happen this close to him.

In the darkness she couldn't see him, even when the door was opened she hadn't seen him. If she couldn't see him, she needed to touch him, so she stretched out her hand in his direction, towards the source of the gentle steady breathing, just to connect to him. Was he injured was he in pain? How did he kill them? Did they beg for mercy or just gurgle pus and blood like hers? She stifled the same breathy giggle with her other hand at the thought. "Tell me how they die Michael." Her voice trembled as she stuttered around her fingers.

[TruthSayer]

He wanted to touch her, his eyes following the smooth passage of her hand beneath her dress, the slick shine of sweat on her legs as she parted them. Her muscles pulsed, sending tendrils of blue along the white outline of her body, rippling outward from the tight pert peaks of her breasts to collide in the pit of her stomach with the tendrils of blue from between her legs.

The cuffs clinked around his wrists as he reached out to her, brought up short by their binding length just as her hand reached toward him. He grabbed it roughly from the air, yanking it down into his lap, forcing her fingers tight around the filthy stiffness of his cock. He had not washed. It was necessary for his purification of the sins of those he came in contact with to allow their dead blood to seep into his flesh. He still smelled of blood, was still awash with it.

But this touch was not enough. She was too clean, smelled of roses instead of righteous vindication, and he longed to purify her flesh.

"Slowly," he whispered,tugging on her wrist, wanting to bring her closer. He licked his lips as if he could taste her blood already on him. "With screams to Heaven on their lips as I pulled their souls from Hell. Their demons are mine now.

"And you? Did you fuck him? Did you fuck her?"

[Tammika]

Her entire body lurched towards him as he jerked her hand down between his legs, fingers folding around a familiar shape. A moan rippled from the depths of her soul as she held onto him, ecstasy nearly taking her right then as her hand slid over the grimy crusted film on his erection. The wetness between her thighs grew and her legs became slick with it. Her breathing now came in loud panting gasps as he gripped her roughly her shoulders pressed against his, fouls smell more evident, his voice caressing her where his hands could not. Shackles.

She twisted around in front of him practically straddling one of his legs. The rough fabric of his pants rubbed roughly against her wound. Mouth wide open she panted as the pain made her tremble. She gripped him with both of her hands. "I did, Michael. I let him have me. He threw me down on the floor and shoved his way inside me. He was still inside me when I... when I, started to burn." She whimpered to him like she was confessing, trying to justify the need to fuck him. Again her breath caught and she leaned forward into him, inhaling deeply. "His insides melted, burned, came pouring out of his foul mouth. I was covered in it, but they made me wash, Michael. Why do they do that?"

[TruthSayer]

His breath came faster, tongue darting out to taste the skin of her neck when she leaned into him. "Vile," he whispered at the taste, and licked her again. His hands jerked within his bonds, straining against them in a useless bid for freedom, fingers flexing into claws in midair before sinking into the tops of her thighs, nails biting into her as he dragged them forward.

"Because the guards are evil things," he said, lifting his knee to press his thigh into her cunt as his hips lifted into her hold around his cock. "They lack purity, and so do not understand ours. Let me purify you." His hands shook within the bonds again. "Let me purify myself within you." His cock wept with thought of baptizing her in blood and pain.

[Tammika]

His thumb dug into the wound in her thigh ripping the burned skin. She screamed. Loud long and high like an animal, thrashing her head. Hair was pinned but fell around her shoulders. "Fuck! My leg... my fucking leg... His belt... burned into me right there." She clamped her thigh around his leg, grinding herself into him curving around him and resting her forehead on his shoulder as he whispered into her ear. His struggle made her more sorry for him than the pain in her leg.

"Close your eyes baby..."

The shackles on his wrist glowed a soft orange light as the hinge was melted away, she caught the hot metal in her bare hands humming a whine that changed to a growl as the metal bit into her flesh a little. It wasn't enough to damage her but it still hurt like hell and left red imprints on her palms.

[TruthSayer]

His eyes slipped closed, lips pulling back in a snarl over his teeth as the metal around his wrists burned, blistering. It was a mark he did not want, a penalty he would have to visit back upon Elise for marking him, defiling his perfect flesh in this way; she must learn to be more careful of the gift God gave her. When the bonds fell, he lunged forward, knocking Elise to the floor, pinning her hands over her head in one of his own as he surged between her legs, the head of his cock licking the lips it found there. His hand darted down, clawing into the burn on her leg, watching the flow of magma colored light burst outward in a beautiful rosette from it.

"You marked my flesh," he whispered, sinking his teeth into her right breast through the fabric covering her pert little nipple. "My perfect flesh, and you ruined it. Absolve your sin, Elise."

[Tammika]

She instinctively curled her back protecting her head from connecting with the floor as she landed. A snarl of her own working it way to her full lips. "Make me." she taunted as she angled her hips away from his probing cock, soft curves twisting away from him. She was not about to let it be that easy for him.

He brushed against her with little effect, but the finger into her burn again did. The combination of the dig and the viscous bite to her breast made her angry, she growled at him, yet her thin panties were soaked even more with her fluids. The scent of her sex filling the room.

There was no way she could pull her hands out of his tight grip, already she could tell it would leave a mark. "I let you out didn't I and this is the thanks I get?" her heart was racing so fast she could hear it in her ears. The other leg shot out from beneath him and hooked around his drawing him in tight, hindering his movement some. With the same leg he dug into she kneed him as hard as she could, aiming a blow as close to the side of his knee that she could from that position. "Fuck you."

[TruthSayer]

Michael smiled, his lips pulling back from his teeth in a wide skeleton grin that Elise could not see, pain bursting up from his knee to wrap around his insides. For a moment, Elise's glowing outline flickered from his vision, the demons that had gathered around them fading from site. The pain was not a bad one, but it clouded his divine connection with God.

He lifted her wrists a foot from the floor and slammed them down again, his fingers that dug into the burn on her thigh climbing up between her legs to move the thin wet fabric of her panties to the side, pinching her clit viciously. The smell of her rose to greet him, sweet and welcoming as honey.

"Hail Mary, full of grace..." he whispered, the implication that she was to follow him in the prayer going unspoken as the small razor glued beneath his left thumbnail cut into the side of her wrist. He let go of one hand, bringing her other to his mouth as he sucked bruisingly hard on the small cut he had made, biting into her to tear it open more. Her blood tasted of sin, her skin of roses and soap. Impure and lacking the baptism of blood and gore from the cleansing kill she had made earlier. He spat the blood out onto her chest, hating the flavor, and licked it up again.

[Tammika]

They had done this to her numerous times before, her tormentors amused by her reactions, the reactions of the demon they themselves had born within her. They had beat, cut, electrocuted, even attempted to burn her but the 'treatment' had rendered her almost immune to burns. None however had held her so close, whispered to her and mixed the piercing tang of pain with the scent of blood sweat and fear so well as Michael.

She could feel him and the pain he caused her,the connection to his body as another electric volt of pain blossomed from her cunt. The moment he touched her, she reveled in the thought that his hands would be covered in her ample juices. The slit to her wrist and the following gnawing of her flesh made her body scream with pain and tingle from head to toes. She grunted and panted, her senses heightened by her lack of visibility. She could feel him now and she shivered as he licked the dampness from her chest, unaware of what he was doing but liking it anyway.

Everything became more real to her. The smell of him, his grip on her body, the heat from his closeness, the soft flutter of his hair across her bare skin... she groaned and panted in ecstasy repeating after him in throaty whispers. "Hail Mary, full of grace."

[TruthSayer]

He slid down her body, the grip on her wrist still tight in such a way that he bent it backward sharply, nearly to the point of snapping tendon and small shards of bone. He pinched her clit again, shoving his fingers inside her before shaping them into claws, scraping his nails along the warm wet canvass inside as he drew them out before shoving them inside again. His weight pinned her legs, his left thumbnail cutting a slice into her dress that cut into her flesh also. His soul sang at the sound of her prayer, and the demons writhed in jubilation.

"The Lord is with thee..." he whispered, nudging her dress up with his nose, trailing his lips over the flesh of her thigh, tongue flicking out to dab harshly into the burn there as his teeth scraped along its edges.

He moved higher, the scent of her between her legs cloying, strong and seductive as no other woman's. It called to him, a siren song that moved along his flesh with the fire of absolution. His tongue darted out, flicking over her cunt, delving down between his fingers to slip inside her before his teeth clamped down on the throbbing nub of her arousal. "Blessed art thou among women..."

[Tammika]

He kept her high, floating in the air, light as a feather with his ministrations. As one pain ebbed, making her float down he caused another pain to flare and bloom somewhere else on her body. A pulling tugging rhythm that was just as effective as if he had been pushing in and out of her body. Unlike the numbness she felt with the football player, actually having someone inside her was very much an appealing thought, more specifically if it was Michael. "The Lord is with thee." Her mind became blank with the blinding pain of his to gun in her flesh, so blinding tears formed in her eyes.

As her blood dribbled down her arm, leg, and hip, she slowly began to form a thought, a belief that no one else could make her feel this way. That there was something in his babbling of demons and purification that rang true. That Michael was an angel of God sent to purify her. Why else would she notice something as mundane as a ribbon off blood dripping down her body. It wasn't something she experienced before.

"Ah!..." His finger explored within her wet sex every writhing maneuver, scrape of his fingers against the tender flesh previously assaulted by the football players violent entrance, causing her to tense and release her muscles. "Blessed ...art thou ...among women..." Waves of pleasure ebbed and flowed within her each one bringing her close to that place she rarely attained. It excited her more, confused her more and fused her desires to Michael...

[TruthSayer]

He moved up her body the fingers inside her slipping out, scraping up over her mound, nails catching in the sparse hair there and fisted into them, tugging harshly as he brought his cock to meet her wetness again, shoving inside so harshly he moved them both across the floor.

"And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus..." he grunted, pushing into her roughly again. He felt the need to split her open, to reveal all evils inside her and take them out, a holy baptism in blood. His hands moved beneath the dress, up the warm soft skin of her sides, and scraped deep rents into her flesh as he dragged them back down, his mouth descending on her breast to bite harshly at the hard apex of her nipple, drawing out droplets of red from the marks his teeth rendered there.

He shoved again and again, an erratic rhythm that left him feeling her wetness lick and suck the remnants of Mrs. Senator from his dick with each sharp lunging movement of his hips. Replacing the old purity with the new. The divine absolution of death washed away in the divine absolution of her womb... He would empty the last of his sins within her, become a creature closer to God than even the Christ Himself. In her arms, he would become God.

Teeth dragged down her neck, sank into her lip as his tongue delved inside her mouth to taste the copper tang of red he'd released from her body. "Holy Mary, Mother of God..."

[Tammika]

"And blessed is the... the..." She grunted with the force of him pushing inside of her and tiny bursts of white popped in her eyes. Her ears tingled, a whistling hum overriding all sound but his voice and primal grunts as he forced himself inside her repeatedly. The dampness she felt between them was more than the fluids of sex. Her blood was coating him. "..Fruit of thy womb, Jesus..."

Her back arched and when he released her wrists to gore a path down her body with his nails she gripped them half way riding them down to her hips, back arching even more then shrinking back as her nipple was crushed between his sharp teeth. There was barely a place on her body that wasn't marked by his mouth and even her legs were slightly scraped up from the jerky movements, soles of his shoes pushing and finding purchase for each thrust into her.

It was all so beautiful she cried racking sobs that shook her body and matched the tightening of her muscles around him as her first climax peeked. Her whimpers and moanings increasing as he bit her lip, sparks of more pain starting the cycle again."Holy Mary, Mother of God..."