Dancing With Demons (Kurisu & Aleria)

Ciel, flying as fast his large angelic, crystalline-looking wings could take him, descended into Hell at breakneck pace. It was clear that he was flying with determination, a pure determination that was marked upon his soft pale, hauntingly beautiful face. This Seraphim, having grown impatient with his brethren angels and their indifference to Hell, had decided to take up action for himself and bring the fight straight to the depths of the simultaneous fire-and-ice plane that stood for the punishment of the wicked and the corrupt. Even more importantly, this mission had been given to him upon request of the High Angelic Council.

Because of that request, he was now honor-bound to take up this mission and complete it even if it would cost him his soul. The Council agreed with him, but even then just barely. Most were reluctant to have their judgment system that had survived several millennium to fall, but they agreed that something must be done because reports of Lucifer's stirring were coming in more and more each day, but they could do nothing openly because Lucifer had not declared war and they must abide by the ancient pacts.

However, in Ciel they saw a secret backdoor agent to use for their goal of breaking this system and destroying Lucifer. Or, at least, that's what Ciel had managed to convince a bare majority of.

Ciel's silver tongue had worked to his advantage finally and now his goal of destroying the absolutism was close. Peace would be close at hand. Good and evil? They did not exist for him and this precarious system would be broken by him one way or another. This absolutism would be broken because of him. No more Judging of humans. No more living at constant odds with their other, demonic half. He desired peace and harmony on all sides, but the only way to bring that peace about was to crack a few skulls open and slice a few stubborn-as-mule demons in half with his sword. He had no qualms about that and felt no remorse about his job.

Ciel landed in the plane of Hell on his feet in a rather impressive display that garnered the attention of all the nearby imps, minions, succubi, incubi, and minor demons. What was even more impressive was how striking his beauty was even for a male. His wings were large and had a wingspan of about eight-and-a-half feet. They looked as though they were made of glass and occasionally reflected a color such as blue or red or gold. This signified that even amongst angels he was extraordinarily pure.

The angel-boi was remarkably androgynous, even by angelic standards. He wore long, flowing pure white robes that were almost see-through and the robes certainly showed off that beautiful, somewhat curvy slender effeminate figure of his. Add to that his firm, tight butt, his slender legs, his long silver hair, and his hypnotic matching silver eyes and he was such a beauty that the succubi that he was about to cut down looked rather pathetic in comparison.

And boy did he cut them down. As soon as he had landed, he had unsheathed his sword and sliced a succubus in half. The other demon minions were petrified as to what this meant. They were being attacked by an angel of the Lord? This was something that just wasn't precedent and so most just stood there shocked as they were cut down and the ones who caught on as to what was happening didn't catch on fast enough and were run through with the pure white blade. With the occasional blast of holy energy added in, Ciel made quick work of his "welcoming party" and a look of disgust showed on his face from all of the blood and guts he had spilled. A twinge of sadness panged at his heart, but the moment passed because he had work to do.

It was then that he slowly walked towards the high obsidian palace where one of most prominent demon generals sat on her black throne of lust, the queen of the succubi. That look of determination returned and any minion who got in his way were quickly cut down by his impressive swordsmanship and his abilities in the arcane arts. Ciel had let one minion go so that the poor creature could go warn his mistress. The seraphim wanted to make this as interesting as it could be because it's not every day that you got to kill a powerful demoness, and he was going to savor every moment of it. Still, he moved ever on at a nice, leisurely pace as if to taunt the mistress he knew could see him making quick work out of all of her minions.

[Aleria]

The Succubi's Queens palace was dawned with rarest of jewels and was built literally off of blood, sweat and tears. Man slaves were killed, beaten and sacrificed to build her home. Floors of emeralds, rubies, amethyst, sapphire and gold shimmered beautifully. There were gold pillars, stained-glass windows, and it truly was home built for the Queen of Lust. She herself was quite the beauty to behold, a sireness of many traits. Her beauty caused many men to tremble and grovel at her feet.

Her body was tattooed with the symbols of the Demon that once bound her. She had several piercings in her ears, as well as lip and nose piercings. Desdemona's skin was that of light brown; always glistening in the light. Her hair streaked with red, and she wore dark, heavy eyeliner; Almost to make her eyes smoky and enticing. She wore as little clothing as possible. After all, she was a Succubus they were known for their seduction and sexual ways and obviously she was no different.

Desdemona had been relaxing in the comforts of her palace. Well, she was until an intruder had invaded Hell and disturbed the natural balance. The Succubi Queen was in one of the moods where she did not want to be disturbed. You see, she had just recently captured a new 'slave; Kurisu. She felt this little imp would be a prize to keep to her collection, and once he was trained properly, he would the perfect asset to her domain of slaves. Nothing would be able to stop her. Sadly, though, she wouldn't get the chance to break him down.... an Angelic intruder was in her kingdom wrecking havoc and causing chaos. Something that she should be doing!

The Succubi Queen sighed and growled a low breath. Fucking Angels think they can do whatever they want just because the Lord favors them. Her new 'pet' Kurisu was currently in the stocks within her throne room. Now would be the time to test him.

"You, Slave, you will be helping me get rid of this annoyance, or you will suffer the consequences." Desdemona had plans for Ciel though, oh yes she was going to turn into a slave as well. Fallen angel? Oh yes, it sounded ever so delicious. She licked soft rose colored and smiled. Today was going to be a great for her. After all, it's not often an Angel tries to foolishly challenge her.

[Ashley]

Her victim was a young adult demon, at least purely in respect to the number of years he had lived. He had always been a little thing, shorter than the rest of his brothers, and in fact appeared as a demon in the midst adolescence. His long crimson hair draped down over his head as he was bent forward into the stocks. His body bore bright red marks and welts the same color as his hair, courtesy of the licks of Desdemona's whip. His fingers tipped with blackened claws dug deep into his palm, droplets of blood falling one after another from his death-grasp as his sharp canines did the same to his lip. All this was an effort to avoid giving that wretched woman the response she wanted.

She wanted him to break, she wanted him to submit, to bow down to her and grovel for mercy. Well, not only was he NOT going to do that, but he would bring comfort to himself by plotting his revenge. Oh, how he'd enjoy making her suffer for what she was putting him through. For every slight she paid him, she would be repaid one thousand fold! For ever welt she placed on his body, she would receive ten! Oh yes, she would rue the day she dared take him as her slave...

At her words, his pitch black eyes glared at her, broken only by glowing red rings that seethed the purest sort of malice. If only he could ram into her, his little black horns might inflict some damage. Or if only she'd not bound his tail to the stocks as well. He laughed internally at how she'd learned from that mistake. His tail couldn't inflict any real damage normally, but the flat of that point could deliver quite a slap! Which apparently makes queens quite vengeful- who knew?

He carefully formed a response, making sure his feelings on the demoness were quite clear as his hiss of a voice simply oozed with venomous hate, "Let me out of my binds. I dare you."

Ciel effortlessly made his way towards the obsidian palace that, admittedly, looked rather beautiful against the crimson sky. Actually, I lie when I say that it was effortless. The minions who kept pouring out of the castle just kept coming and they were actually starting to take some effort from him as he cut them down and a few actually managed to challenge him to small skirmishes before they met their end by Ciel's blade. The result of it was that by the time he had gotten to the gates, he had many minor cuts all over his body and a bruise here or there, but Ciel had the stamina, endurance, and determination of a bull, shockingly-enough. Not even a horde of servants would keep him from doing his job.

With one forceful kick, Ciel knocked down the front door to Desdemona's palace and immediately had to duck behind a pillar as an axe came whizzing past his head and embedded itself in the pure black walls. The incubus who had thrown it came charging towards him, but, like the rest, met his end. At least it was due to his own stupidity of trying to charge an angel down without a weapon. The minions who were left scattered now, retreating into the throne room. Granted, there were still a lot of minions in the palace, but they were all afraid of the angel who had just declared war on them.

With no one left to stop him, Ciel walks into the throne room, dragging his sword against the black marble floor. "Desdemona... the Succubus Queen. Heaven requires your head on a pike. Surrender now without a fight and the possibility that I will ease your suffering as you pass over will potentially increase. Your minions have lost. Your palace has been invaded. You stand no chance against me."

With deep breathes, Ciel awaited the queen's answer. This was the moment he had waited for. Finally, his purpose would be fulfilled and he will have brought peace between the kingdoms, even if to get there there had to have been bloodshed. "But of course, I will let you know the name of your executioner. I at least have that much civility. My name is Ciel and I am your undoing."

[Aleria]

Desdemona tsked a bit, clearly Kurisu and Ciel had no idea who they were dealing with. She smacked Kurisu's impish behind with her tail once more. "Oh a fiesty one you. It will be the most fun to break you down. And I will break you down. Now, I'll free you, and I'd love to see what you'd try to do me. I'll take you up on that dare. Try me." She gave another smack with her tail and continued to lounge. "Besides we are going to have company soon, and you'll be able to prove your loyalty to me." The Succubi queen used her long nails to drag them across his terribly sore and abused butt. She was clearly a spawn of the devil at times.

Right at that time, Ciel had managed to fight his way through her palace and invade her thrown room. He was messing up her floors and it made her growl a bit. She laughed at Ciel as she waved him off dismissly. "This is the best that Lord can send, a merely flamboyant Seraphim, surely I was expecting something much better from Heaven's finest. You're not fit enough to call yourself an executioner. I'll tell you want, Angel. Lets make a bet. If you can defeat me, well obviously you can have my head, but should you fall, you will be my eternal slave." She smirked a bit and crossed her legs a bit.

Desdemona snapped her fingers and two Incubi boys appeared. "Slaves you may release the new pet." The boys came appear and released Kurisu from his stocked-prison. She herself pointed to Ciel. "Deal with him, show me your true power." Desdemona had a trick up her sleeve should Kurisu rebel against her. She was more powerful that what people gave her credit for. No one really expects much a fight out of a Succubi Queen do they.

[Ashley]

The first last makes him dance in the stock, snarling and spitting foul curses at his queen, including ones that that conjectured that Desdemona was born out of wedlock and her mother was a prostitute. The second lash got a very similar response. Her words just drive him deeper into his furor, and he growls at her, "I hold no loyalty to you, whore."

When the angel enters, Kurisu is somewhat embarrassed. He himself is naked and quite thoroughly lashed, but he none the less maintains that mercilessly hateful glare. Oh no, this pansy was not going to slay Desdemona; that pleasure was reserved for him and him alone. Even if he actually had to slay this angel to keep him from delivering the mortal wound, Kurisu would and would without an ounce of hesitation.

Angels... what business had they in here? No wars had been declared, there were treaties to be respected? For making demons out to be the evil ones, they with all their politics and laws that they found needed to be constantly gone around didn't seem so heavenly. When Malacoda's throne was his- no, when the legions of hell itself bowed before Kurisu, only then would he finally be able to discard that name given to him, Scarmiglione, and end the tensions himself!

Of course that was a long way off, and it seemed further than ever now that he was in the stocks. When he is finally let out of that dreadful device immediately both incubi find themselves murdered. One is skewered on his his black claws and the other falls to a three pronged spear, a demonic pitchfork which Kurisu conjured from nothing. As he steps away from the stocks his wounds begin to close- his hands no longer drip blood, nor does his lip. Upon his pointed ear one now sees a hook like earring, bearing a tail liken to that of his father- the clan's sigil.

His eyes dart between the two, and he's honestly perfectly content to let them kill each other and pick off the victor, but Desdemona was to be his and his alone. So, holding the pitchfork like a javelin, he glared at his mistress, and declared war by launching the weapon at her, another being summoned almost immediately to his opposite hand.

Ciel, rather than getting angry, just laughed loudly, "Oh, queen, queen, queen... isn't one of the first things you ever learned to be... appearances can be deceiving? One would think that since it's so engrained into who you are, you would have learned by now to not let yourself jump to assumptions like that. That will be your most fatal mistake tonight, but I think I can find it in my heart to forgive you."

Ciel stretched his body and then brandished his sword in Desdemona's direction. "There are no bets because it is not I who will lost this day. I will be no more a slave than you will be alive! This is the last of your days, Desdemona, but do not despair because with your death we will bring peace among the kingdoms and TRUE balance will be put into place! Harmony will be eternal and we will be able to cast aside the Judgment system! Is that not what we all want?! Is that not the most Heavenly goal to strive for?! No more laws! No more Judging! No more of a broken, flawed system!"

At that moment, Ciel charged towards the demoness mistress and he slashed his sword at her while simultaneously casting Holy Light, a nuke of a spell that would do harsh damage to all things demonic.

[Aleria]

Desdemona saw no surprise when Kurisu turned on her. Sighs, un-obedient slaves, why does she always get them. Looks like she'll have actually fight for once. As Kurisu charged at her with his pitchfork she dodged to the side. "Really, Scarmiglione, that isn't princely of you, attacking a lady where are your manners." She chuckled a twirled a finger together making dark shadows appear around Kurisu; he would be surrounded by from all sides.

"Check and mate" The arrows lashed out from all sides and grabbed Kurisu's wrists and ankles and tail, holding him in mid air and preventing from struggling to much, he could but he might wear himself out if he struggled against her arrows. That's one nuisance down, and one more to go. But that Angel....That Seraphim brought her past....she hissed loudly and her wings went full spread. "You will say no such thing t me, Angel." She was infuriated by his words and it made her blood boil!

As the holy light was descending upon her she encased her self upon other shadow-arrows too lessen the effects of it. She was damaged a bit from the Holy light parts of her body had been burned by light and it stung. She growled once Ciel finished the attack and made a larger arrow go straight to Ciel, it would be almost like a punch in the stomach, multiple times from arrows. More of her shadowy arrows submerged from the darkness they were hiding and launched at Ciel. He was grabbed by his wrist and ankles as well, and in fact his clothes were evening ripped off! Kurisu wouldn't be the only one naked now. She huffed and puffed regaining her presence. Such a fierce attack with all her anger takes a lot of her, she was sweating too.

Desdemona tucked a hair behind her ear and huffed. "Now, that I have you in my grasps, Seraphim and Prince. You are now under control, whether you like it or not, which from the looks of it, you don't have choice. Since most of my minions have be killed, you two will be my new additions, It will be a lot of work, but one of you will become my new pet. The other... well...you'll just have to see~" She giggles rather coldly.

"Now I think a little bit of punishment is needed for two naughty little boys who can't listen to their mistress!" Desdemona clapped her hands together and two arrows that shaped themselves into paddles positioned themselves at Kurisu and Ciel's backsides.

[Ashley]

Kurisu glared at her as she DARED to call him by that name! He was going go make her suffer for her insolence...! As the shadows appeared around him, he attempted to ignore them and thrust towards Desdemona again, only to be grabbed again. He struggled hard as he could, but eventually he knew he was caught- again!

"Son of a bitch!" Kurisu snarled as he thrashed about, "Mark my words, coward! I'll find the secret of these wretched tendrils! I'll not rest until you die with no deceitful sorcery to aid you!"

He calls forth another pitchfork, hoping to be able to launch this one at her when the holy light cast by the angel sears his flesh. Already red and welted he's none too happy to be burned, and left defenseless he can only suffer the attack. He glares hatefully at the angel, and wastes his last bit of strength cursing him.

He barely witnesses what happens after to the angel, closing his eyes to focus on healing himself. Soon his flesh stops sizzling, and he's able to fight off the damage the angel inflicted while he listens to her talk. He spits his words at her, "I will never be your pet, whore." Even as the paddle prepares to strike, Kurisu does not falter. He had nothing left- not his strength, not his freedom, not even his dignity. All was stripped from him... save for his pride, and she would have to pry it from his cold dead fingers if she wanted that as well.

Ciel recoiled and grunted upon reaching a terrible blow to his stomach. He dropped his sword, which clang to the ground pathetically. But the blows kept coming. The angel was punched multiple times and he felt himself falling back. Grunting and groaning in pain as the cursed arrows riddled his flesh with bruises, Ciel found himself caught and lifted up into the air by the dark, detestable things of the most horrid nature. Then, his face erupted in a deep red blush as they tore his clothes to shreds. Now, he was naked and he had lost to the succubus queen, the last person you want to be naked in front of if you value your soul. Ciel squirmed and wiggled as he tried his best to get away, but the Holy Light had taken too much out of him and he had been beaten by the harsh arrows.

Scoffing so loud to fill the room, Ciel just shook his head and spat at the ground near Desdemona's feet! Even as the shadows form into paddles and threatened to spank his behind red, Ciel was just as defiant as his demon prince counterpart. In as ecstatic, flurried, and charismatically as before, Ciel continued to speak in his typical long-windedness. "I will never be your pet, your servant, or your slave, you lustful whore! I will never work for you, I will never be your minion, and I will never. stop. trying. to. kill. you. I am honor-bound by my duty and I will see to it that the job I've been given will be completed in one way or another! That is my mission and it is unceasing!"

Ciel outstretched his large wings, which somehow have managed to not be grabbed at all by the shadows, and he started to flap and flutter them as hard as he could, creating such a gust inside of the palace throne room that demons might stumble around, unable to balance as the angel tried his best to create something of a mini-tornado. Really, Ciel would have to be bound in some way and maybe even gagged because this angel was a real pain to have in your captivity.

Through a flashing white smile, Ciel said, "Or... if you let me go... I can let you keep your little demon prince, I'll be on my merry little way, and we'll forget this even happened. Hell, I might even kill another demon lord so that you can take up their throne! Everyone wins, right?"