Demonic and Divine Hell-ations (for ninja333)
 

It was a dark cold night and the full moon timidly shone among drak grey clouds. The wind wuthered strongly in that northern Enlang county. It was midnight. It was time for the wicked come to Earth to play. Along with his closest devilish companions, Mephistopholes and Moloch, Caim, the great president of hell and chief of thirty legions of fallen angels, walked through the windy night looking for a new victim for his plays. The young looking demon wore his favorite human desguise: an eighteen years old dark haired young man. After all, no one would blame a boy wandering and looking for fun in the middle of the night. As the minutes passed by, Caim payed attention to every human that passed by him and his companions, but nobody seemed to be the right one. Tonight he was looking for someone special. Someone that reminded him of an old friend. Caim was looking for a red haired male adolescent.

After some minutes of improductive search, he finally put his eyes on a boy alone inside a pub. "I believe we have found ourselves a little fun for tonight, boys.", said Caim to Mephistopholes and Moloch, who also wore their human desguises. "Just like we wanted. This boy reminds us a lot of our friend Michael." commented Moloch, the root of all violence, in a playfully tone of voice. "Surely he does. Now, let's approach him and invite him to play with us.", concluded Caim, as he entered the pub his soon-to-be victim was in.

"Give me something just like our boy here is drinking". shouted Caim to the bar attendant, as he sat next to the boy. "You're new here, aren't you?", said the red haired boy in surprise. "Let's just say I'm not from here, but I like to come here once in a while.", answered Caim, working all his charm on the boy. "I like to come here and take a look at the girls, you know... Now I'm just looking for a wing man. You know, someone to help me approaching the chicks and stuff.", the seductive demon continued. "What about the guys you came with?", asked the boy in confusion. "Such a couple of yellows. They serve me for nothing. I was actually thinking about someone who knows the girls arround here. A native. What do you think, ginger hair?", asked Caim. "Hmm. Sounds interesting.", said the boy "It seems my date won't show up, eitherways. What do I get if I help you?", he wondered. "A night of drinks on me. Does it sound fair? Now shall we go outside and discuss some approaching strategies with those cowards?", said Caim, at least, leading his way out of the pub and waiting for the red haired teenager to follow him.

Meanwhile, elsewhere that night, a shadow flicked across the moon with a soft hissing beat of wings before settling with a creaking protest of branches in a study tree.
Michael - the definate article, as he would say - landed and leant agaianst the bark, surveying the world below. he had little worry of people seeing him, human perception was easily mallable and influenced: just a little trickery and they would see you as something else, or not notice you entirely. you would become some figment in the corner of their eye, or a phantom of imaginations that disappeared as soon as they looked twice.
He spread his crimson wings lazily and whistled a couple of notes, an almost taunting note within them.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are." he murmured.
Michael was on a trail. Rumor had been passed onto him that a certain number of demons had used the tenuous link of the 'witching hour' (as the humans put it) to escape the confines of hell. It was now upto him to round them up and give them a taste of medicine that made sure they wouldn't think of doing it again.
The key ingredient was Moloch. Michael knew that stench anywhere.
he adjusted the sword on his belt, as ever a twinge of irritation passing through him that his superiors would not allow him to use it. Pacifism was so dull.
he spread his wings ad took off again, sniffing and whirling in eh air, tracking the scent. It didn't surprise him when it led him to a bar.
He touched down, concentrating to set up his human disguise.
It was similar to him - perhpaps 19 or 20, with relatively pale skin with a dusting of freckles, tightly curled and styled red hair, sharp green eyes and dressed - in this case- in a white shirt with an upturned collar, a red waistcoat and black suit trousers. Michael liked to look immaculate, especially when confronting 'lower beings' like these demons.
he tilted his chin up a little and strode towards the pub entrance. he smiled when he recognised who it was: none other than Caim.
Christmas had come early.

"Caim, really, your obsession with me is starting to get a little embarrassing."
he announced, in a clear English accent that sounded sculpted by London private schools, light yet not effeminate, with the same sort of effortless playful arrogance one usually placed with such an accent.
"you simply can't go and terrorize every ginger mortal that you come across."

Without understanding a bit of what was happening, the red haired boy tried to escape, only to be caught in Caim's arms, having nowhere to go. "Oh, well", said the demon dressed in a pair of black jeans and shoes and wearing a black long sleeved shirt. "If it isn't our beloved brother, Michael. How are things going up there, Mike?", continued Caim in a mockery tone of voice. The fallen creature knew his heavenly brother too well to know he was really pissed at him and at the other demons for having fun with a ginger haired boy. "Mike always take things too personal", he thought as he architectured an interesting plan for the night.

"Listen, brother, I know you like to protect those fire head brothers of yours. However, you might have noticed that I'm in clear advantage here, so that if you move and try to hurt us in any sense, the boy dies.", warned the president of hell, as he grabbed the ginger boy's neck stronger than before. "Besides, my mates Moloch and Mephis, here seem to have some unfinished business with you. From what I remember, the last time we've met poor Mephis got his butt tanned, and according to him, would you forgive me the metaphor, it hurted like hell. So, if you promise to stand still and so what we tell you, we'll let the boy go without any scretch. Otherwise, the boy dies. What do you think?", continued Caim as he let a sadistic smile escape from the corner of his mouth and looked straighly into Michael's green eyes. Meanwhile, the other two demons positioned themselves behind their immaculate brother, ready to do anything as soon as he had been given a sign from Caim.

Michael grinned proudly at the mention of his run in with Mephis, the memory still one that amused him no end.
he tilted his head to the side, his arrogance unwavered, a playful edge to his words as if he would enjoy taking them on. Whether Micahel was all hot air or worthy of his cockiness wassomething taht he woudl let them find out. He looked at them each in turn and then put his hands on his hips.
"Well, Caim, first of all i think that three of your is no match for me." he boasted. "And secondly, you make the mistake of all demons. you see, you little bottom feeders actually think that threatening death is a real threat. because you live in torment and torture and filth, so your view of the afterlife is a place that is so disgusting that it should be avoided."
he raised an eyebrow and pointed at the boy.
"Now. That soul there is pure. In fact he's rather adorable - many a mortal doens't manage to get as old as he is without pissing a few people off and committing a few horrible sins. but look at him@ he's like a clean white sheet. Now if you killed him you'd just make a martyr of him. he'd go flitting up to heaven and I'm sure he'd have a lovely time. So you can go screw yourself with that threat, because it is worth nothing."
He puffed his chest out a little in victory and spread his hands rather theatrically.
"however it would be rather a waste. For him to have a mortal life cut so short. So I'll vouch for him, if you inisit on using him as a shield, cowards."
he shifted slightly, aware of the other two's movements behind him, trying to keep an eye on all three and sense what they were up to. he was fast- always had been - but he hoped he'd be fast enough.

"Don't be silly, Michael. Do you think I'm not aware that killing an innocent soul would direct it straightly to heaven?", said Caim slowly. "The thing you are not aware is that this killing would be the one to reopen one of the several doors of Hell in Earth. I believe you know your angel ABCs, right? So how come you haven't realised that this killing would be more than a simple one. Even though you are really strong, you will be reducted to dust in the hand of my companions and me, and the other demons that eventually arrive here through the portal.", continued the demon proudly of all his plans, as he kept one eye staring at Michael's face.

As he said that, the boy started to kick his legs out, trying to escape his almost inevitalble death. "Please, mister angel, do what those guys want. I don't wanna die so soon.", said the ginger teenager boy, wetting his pants in fear. "See what you did, Mike?", said Caim jocously. "The poor boy wet him self as he saw you don't give a dawn to him. Our father would be ashemed of you, bro."

Michael's eyes narrowed and there was a little hiss as his feathers ruffled unseen beneath his disguise.
"Cute. So that's your plan." he said, trying to sound unaffected, the slightest note of uncertainty in his voice.
he tilted his chin up again and glared at caim.
"And shut your mouth. You forfeited the right to ever speak His name aeons ago!"
He looked between the boy and the demons.
"ok. i'll play. What do you want me to do? Or shall I get to fighting you straight off - get rid of any flirting." he smirked. "i know you want it too. Else why would you bring me here?"

"Glad to know you will cooperate with us, brother.", said Caim as he made an eye sign to the other demons. Seeing that, Moloch and Mephis held Micheal's arms, imobilizing them with some kind of angel proof rope. "Now, Mike, I must tell you that tonight - and tonight only - I haven't brought you here for fighting purposes. I like to see it more like revenge", continued the president of Hell in a slow and unaffected tone of voice. "You see, Mike, that the pain you caused our brother Mephis must be attonned. So that, instead of fighting you, a simple spanking in your heavenly ass will make us satisfied for the night. After that, you and the boy are free to go. So, since you asked what we wanted you to do, here it comes: we'll strip you naked and smack your little pale butt as we please. You don't try any angelic trick and everything is bound to be all right. What do you say?", asked Caim, now laughting out loud at the angel's face.

Michael spread his wings and flapped it a few times rather uselessly.
He glared at them and kicked his legs.
His eyes widened as he laid out his terms, the slightest flush creeping up to his freckled cheeks. he gritted his teeth.
"...What? You......I...." he swallowed and gave the human an annoyed look, as if it was somehow his fault. "How can i trust your word." he snorted

Caim watched Michael's indignant reactions with joy. There would be revange, after all. "Come on, brother, you know we woudn't make you any harm further than a strong ass tanning. We are careful enough not to enrage Father and have the worst beatings of our demonic lives. Besides, think about our little wet human here. You will save his life if you cooperate properly.", said the leather dressed demon, as he kept the ginger human immobilsed with one of his arms. Using his now apparent devil tail, Caim started to undress Michael, exposing his naked and beautiful body to everyone neatby to see.

"Get the boy and I'll deal with Mike", said Caim as he pushed the boy into the other demons arms. "Remember: do not do him any harm or I'll get your asses kicked myself.", he continued, now grabbing his immobilised older brother and getting him to be placed into a thick tree trunk, placing himself there, too. "Now, you be a good angel and do not use curse words while you take your punishment", whispered Caim to Michael's ears, placing the angelic creature over his knees and starting to smack his bottom with great amount of strength.

he had better be grateful for my help." Michael grumbled, squirming, his wings flapping again, trying to smack his feathers in the demon's faces.

Michael#s face turned red as he was tugged aroudn and over his lap.
"you'll regret this..." he growled, fingers clenching and unclenching uselessly, feet digging into the ground.
He coudln't belive this was happening, it was utterly humiliating. here, under the gazes of some hideous demons - fallen scum- and a weak human he knew hardly anything about. Sure, fi hsi brotehr Gabriel had been here he would have sympathised with the boy, but michael never relaly saw the appela of teh mortals. he just knew that they had to be protected for hsi Father's sake.
AS Caim lifted his hand he braced himself, wincing away form his whispers as if he had said something lewd. he snarled at the first hit, kicking and squirming reflexively.