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[KingCrowley]

He just kept running, naked feet pounding the pavement, luckily his skin was tougher than a human's so it didn't hurt to much. The naked child slammed his back against a tree and panted heavily, looking up as he heard a low rumble of thunder and then a harsh wind blew. Ezriel and Dokiel were furious, the child knew that much. Maybe he shouldn't have called Dokiel a God fucker...but he didn't trust the Angel. His own experiences with other Angels were being dunked under holy water and left to burn for hours on end, an experience he did not want to repeat. Not that he knew Dokiel would do something like that...but he didn't want to risk it

So he ran away to Earth, and it seemed by the way that the lightning was clashing in time with the Thunder's mighty roar, so had his friend -Sammael. The young boy's name was Ditaris, he looked no older than ten years of age. Recently he'd been yanked out of Hell to be mentored by the Angel Dokiel, something that Ditaris was not at all happy with.

He could feel his heart beat wildly, lightning touched the earth twice, and the naked boy's eyes widened. They were here...on Earth. If Dokiel found him, he dread to think what would happen. He'd heard of stories in which the Angel's punished hell's children...but that was hundreds of years ago...hopefully they didn't still follow such barbaric methods like...being flogged until point of bleeding openly with a whip soaked with holy water, or made to lay on a crucifix and being forced to speak in tongues. Ditaris was frightened, he didn't want any of that to happen to him or his friend.

The child hurried to an open barn and shook his slightly lengthy, shaggy black hair from side to side like an ill mannered dog. His naked body couldn't feel the cold. He'd not been to Earth before, he had no idea he was going to need clothes.

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Ezriel had not taken too kindly to the Blasphemy shown from his hellion, even les so when the child decided to leave Limbo and make his way down to Earth. The Angel of patience was quick to try and seek out just where the boy was, and once he found his location, he shot down to earth in a Single lightning strike. He was dressed in a pressed dark navy suit, complete with crisp white shirt, black tie and black shoes. He didn't come to Earth often, but when he did...he just loved wearing the suits.

His wings spread out like a beam of striking light, they were gold and fiery, a hot white colour. He said nothing, glancing around with patient golden eyes. He had to find the child, before he created chaos ...hurt a human, anything really.

"Sammael, come." He ordered, the wind howling as he spoke, knowing it would travel to the child he'd pulled out of Hell not only an hour or so ago (by Earth standards anyway). After there was no response, Ezriel shot up into the sky and flew through the stormy skies, seeking out the child. "SAMMAEL!" He roared, loud as thunder (which would be what mortal ears would hear).

After all, a thunder storm was just an angry Angel. Ezriel was raised on modern Angel standards, he'd heard and witnessed older, more barbaric forms of punishment, something the Angel did not condone in any way shape or form. He'd selected his method of punishment with Sammael to be rather similar to that of human punishment. Spankings, and other holier punishment, but nothing that would seriously harm the child. Ezriel was not a cruel Angel, even if Sammael may think so.

[W1nchester]

Adrenaline was pumping swiftly through Sammael's human bloodstream. He wasn't used to all the chemical reactions in this brain. He wasn't used to these sort of childish feelings and emotions. He already knew of Eartheans needing clothing, so as he came in a very large, baggy black shirt and also baggy black shorts. His hair was braided back, in what most girls would call a French Braid. His bang was puffed over the front of his his blind, right eye.

He was running as well. He heard Ezriel bellowing in the storm clouds, searching all over for him. In a word; he was scared. He had spat at Ezriel before leaving with Ditaris to Earth.

He hadn't made shoes, however, and every time he stepped, his footprint became scorched onto the ground. He couldn't control it, for his mind was going a million miles an hour. He didn't want to get caught by Ezriel. He wanted to be with his best friend, Ditaris! But no, his angel was going to find him. He just knew it. He couldn't run forever.

So he hid. He went to a dark park, taking a seat on a swing and rocking his feet, swaying sideways. The chains that he held onto were turning red.


*****


Dokiel had no intention of seriously harming his child that he was assigned. However, he was going to punish Ditaris for fleeing from him. He intended to spank the petulant hellion until he begged to be forgiven, and of course he would be forgiven.

He was in human form, with long blonde hair blowing from behind him as he flew through the clouds, looking for Ditaris. He was wearing loose, comfortable clothes; jeans and a nice dark green shirt. His wings in this form were large and pure white with golden tips and the occassional feather.

"Ditaris." He called, voice hard and stern. "I give one warning. Come."

It echoed in the storm, winds whipping about. He was nearing the boy.

[KingCrowley]

Ezriel could sense the hellion was afraid, a bit of healthy fear from authority was natural though, and he didn't think it was cruel in any shape or form. The Angel landed in the park, Sammael was not yet in his line of sight. The child was indeed going to be facing punishment, both for swearing at him before, and then for running away to Earth. The park turned bright as Ezriel outstretched his fiery wings, finally Sammael was in his sight.

He walked toward the child, a storm raging in his calm golden eyes. He had one intention in mind, once he grabbed hold of the child. When he was near enough, he held out a hand and snagged the hellion by his upper arm, saying nothing he dropped do one knee and delivered five sharp spanks to the child's loosely protected bottom. "When I tell you to come, you will do so." he scolded, turning the boy back around to face him.

"You will be punished for the blasphemy and also for running off, that is not something I will tolerate from you, Sammael." Ezriel lectured, pulling the boy over to a park bench, he seated himself and then hauled the child over his lap. "A spanking is a suitable punishment for your current state, it is something I am sure you will be very used to very soon." With that said, the dark haired Angel lowered Sammael's loose shorts, and then his underwear, baring his bottom.

"I shall recite to you a passage from the Bible; Romans 13:
"Obey Those in Authority;"

"All of you must be willing to obey completely those who rule over you. There are no authorities except the ones God has chosen. Those who now rule have been chosen by God. So when you oppose the authorities, you are opposing those whom God has appointed. Those who do that will be judged.

If you do what is right, you won’t need to be afraid of your rulers. But watch out if you do what is wrong! You don’t want to be afraid of those in authority, do you? Then do what is right. The one in authority will praise you. He serves God and will do you good. But if you do wrong, watch out! The ruler doesn’t carry a sword for no reason at all. He serves God. And God is carrying out his anger through him. The ruler punishes anyone who does wrong."
(An actual passage from the bible)

While he scolded Sammael with the passage from the Bible, he rose his hand and began landing stinging, burning smacks to the plump bare bottom, making sure that the boy's behind would be coloured evenly.


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Ditaris had no idea how close Dokiel was to him, and the child did not want to be sought out. He didn't know if he could trust this Angel...after all his methods of punishment may be far worse than he could have ever imagined. The boy sighed in relief, for now it seemed as though he was safe from harm, he sat down on an overturned barrel and thought about what he was going to do now. His heart was pure...he'd not hurt another person and for that reason he was too good to be in Hell and too bad to be in Heaven.

Earth was the only place he would be accepted. Ditaris then stiffened when he heard Dokiel's calm but stern voice. The child squirmed nervously on his chosen seat, hoping he would not be found but then again he thought God was the enemy and so he chose not to hope.

He briefly thought about going to the Angel, doing as he was told but the prospect of being burned by holy water or strapped to a crucifix didn't sound all that appealing so the boy stayed where he was, glancing around for a weapon of some kind that he could use to defend himself.

[W1nchester]

Sammael knew the exact moment of when the angel touched down upon earth, guided by the fact by a loud boom of thunder seemed to crash at the same time as another in the distance. Rather than fear for his own self, he thought of his best friend, his partner in crime, Ditaris. He frowned, and watched warily as the angel approached him, furrowing his brow. He knew that the angel wouldn't seriously injure him... It would be against angelic morals, correct? However, he had warranted punishment... but what kind?

He willed himself to keep contact with those fiery eyes, not flinching as he was grabbed, though his damned skin tingled. Then, suddenly, Ezriel dropped to his knee, threw the hellion over the other, and --- "Ow!" Sammael yelped loudly as the angel's hand made harsh contact with his bottom, repeatedly. That had stung!

Then he was on his feet again. Ezriel was scolding him. Before he could retort, the angel was moving again, dragging him to a park bench, properly bringing the child over his knee, and bared his little bottom! He gasped, thinking he might get whiplash, his head was spinning fast. It seemed the angel was just beginning.

He spanked the boy as he recited a passage, entirely fitting the situation. Sammael squirmed, hissing, "Fuck your authority! You w-winged beast!"

*****

As soon as Dokiel hit the ground near the barn, thunder crashed, signalling to Ditaris that he had arrived. Before the hellion could flee however, Dokiel was already nearing him, eyeing him on that overturned barrel. He was frowning.


He neared the child. "I seem to understand that you are afraid of me." He said, voice seeming to echo through the storm, still. He stopped in front of him, placing a holy hand on his shoulder so he could not flee.

"While it is right to fear punishment, it is not right to flee. You are to accept punishment for what you have done wrong, and in your suff'ring, gain respect and knowledge. I do not want you to be scared, Ditaris." He explained, before picking the boy up and taking his seat, turning him over his lap and holding him there.

"You will face punishment for your disobedience. You shall not be afraid, for you will then be forgiven. I shall do nothing to seriously harm you, apart from giving to you a rosy red bottom." The boy was already nude, so he need not take time to remove clothing.

He raised a hand and then brought it down swiftly. "And it shall hurt. But I shall never hurt you to the point of breaking." He then fell into a quick rhythm of swats.

[KingCrowley]

"That blasphemy is not appreciated nor will be tolerated, Sammael." Ezriel answered firmly when the boy decided to curse at him, and being an Angel of the Lord, he didn't take it very well. "Should you continue to show such disrespect, I will wash out your mouth with a spicy substance which I can assure you will not be pleasant." The Angel didn't mean he was going to give him spicy food...no, this was going to be hot until the point of painful, and would leave his tongue burning for the remainder of the day.

That would be the penalty for the child if he just so happened to continue cursing at him. "This is your first, and only warning on that child, so be mindful of the consequence." he forewarned. The modern looking Angel then continued to land stingy, fiery smacks all over the hellion's plump bared bottom, striking one place three times before then moving to another spot and repeating the process.

"You will face punishment for your sins, you will be cleansed through your pain, and you will know forgiveness and compassion when you accept responsibility for what you have done, and accept punishment." Ezriel explained clearly to the boy, focused on striking his sit spots and upper thighs now. "I will guide you, teach you, discipline you and above all, love you and protect you, you are my responsibility and I shall not let you down."

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Ditaris looked up sharply when he heard the thunder booming, shit! The Angel was here. He tried to get up and run but he was frozen in fear, feeling more childlike than he had in over a hundred years, what was this Angel going to do to him? Sure Angels were peaceful and patient....but what if that only counted when humans were involved and not hell's children?

His grey eyes locked onto the Angel when he mentioned being afraid of him, the child nodding slightly and unable to say anything. He flinched when the hand was put on his shoulder, but was surprised by what he felt. There was a slight tingling, but a good tingling...as in knowing peace. His fear faded away and he listened as Dokiel scolded him about fleeing and then mentioned punishment.

At that point his heart started pounding rapidly again. "P-Please, I beg! Do not punish me!" he pleaded though calmed a little when the Angel said he did not want him to be afraid, "What are you going to do to me?" he asked cautiously before then yelping in fright when he was picked up, but he was confused to find himself laid over the Angel's lap, this position was all new to him.

"What do you mean by a rosy red bo- OW!" The child yelped when a sharp smack fell against his bottom, and he winced at the sting felt after, that was certainly unpleasant. "N-No! Stop it hurts!" he demanded, kicking his legs and trying to get up, grunting and hissing at the pain of the following smacks.