Chapter 18 #2
“Out of the fifteen angels that we captured, three were changed to demons and eight were tortured to death, in an attempt to corrupt them,” she replies.
“Well three is better than nothing I suppose. Lilith while Beelzebub is gathering his legions see if you can corrupt any of the remaining angels and if not kill all of them. I want the bodies strung up and put on display just outside the gate in Purgatory. Show my father and brothers what happens when you fuck with me,” he roars, in a fleeting moment of rage.
With those last words we all stand up and leave. Rathor and I head straight for the room where the remaining angels are being held. As we approach, their cries for help feed the lust in me like a raging fire.
When we walk in they are all strung up along the wall, bloodied, and bruised. The corpses of the others, scattered across the blood and gore covered floor, with a table in the middle of the room designed to restrain angels.
Looking at my remaining choices there are three males and a female for me to have some fun with.
“So who is going to be my first plaything?” I remark, walking around the room as a sly grin crosses my face.
“Go fuck yourself, you filth,” one of the male angels shouts.
“This one still has some fight left, let’s play with him.” I wave to Rathor and he walks over.
Undoing the shackles, he falls to the floor. I move over to him, drawing my dagger, then I raise his chin with my blade, so he is looking at me.
“Let’s see how long you last with me,” I giggle, motioning to Rathor. He grabs him by the throat, lifting him off of the ground as he struggles and kicks.
Rathor walks him over to the table, slamming him down as a painful gasp escapes him. He secures his wings with the shackles, as I strap his feet to the table. Finally we secure his wrists.
“Now that you’re all comfy, let’s see what we have going on here,” I say, running the tip of my dagger across his left arm to his chest.
Turning the blade, I dig it in about an inch and slowly drag it down the entire length of his arm. Hearing his screams, seeing the flesh separate as my blade cuts, feeling the blood run down my thigh, makes me so wet.
“It’s been awhile since I’ve had the pleasure of cutting into one of you,” I moan just before digging my dagger into his left ribcage, puncturing his lung. As he gasps for air I walk to the corner of the room, where I grab a spike and a hammer.
Walking around him, I toss Rathor the hammer and I grab ahold of his right wing fully extended it, then pin it to the floor with my foot. I drive the spike into the arm of his wing as he lets out a gurgling scream and Rathor slams the spike into the floor, pinning his wing in place.
The sound of his wet, bloody wing flapping against the spike, trying to be free, fills the room as I grab another spike and we do the same to his other wing.
“Let’s see if this one is ready to break,” I say, licking my lips as I walk back to the table. Sliding my tail across his chest, I find the open wound in his ribs and snake it inside. Shifting it around, his face becomes red with pain.
I find his heart and dig the tip into it, injecting my malevolence, he begins to convulse on the table and this is my favorite part. I straddle him, grinding down on him as the convulsions continue.
As it courses through his veins they turn black, and his eyes roll back. He suddenly becomes limp.
“Oh what a pity. I was just starting to enjoy myself. Oh well.” I shrug, hopping off and pulling my tail from his chest. “Let’s play with the female next,” I say, walking over to her as Rathor unshackles him from the table.
He pulls him off, but the wings are still pinned, so he just rips them and throws the corpse to the floor.
The woman screams and I can’t help but giggle. As Rathor drops her from the wall and secures her to the table I jump on top of her. As I gently slide my dagger across her quivering lips, I mutter. “You know no matter how many of you I turn or kill, each one feels new and exciting.”
I move the dagger away and kiss her hard. She shakes her head with revolt and disgust.
Pulling back, I smirk.
“I think we are going to do this one a little differently.” I slowly move down to her neck, then run my tongue across it, and bite down hard, tasting her sweet blood as it flows into my mouth.
Moving down to her shoulder, I bite her again, this time pulling the flesh from her as she howls in agony. Continuing down, I run my tongue along her chest, over to her right hip and bite her again.
Fuck I’m so turned on right now. I can feel my juices running down my leg with how wet I am.
Moving down a little further, reaching her sweet pussy, I force her legs apart and slide the dagger up her thigh, over her clit and then I lean forward.
“Now we are having fun,” I lustfully whisper to her before plunging the eighteen inch dagger into her all the way to the hilt. She lets out a deafening scream as I repeat the process a couple more times.
Withdrawing my dagger, I lick it clean and climb back on top of her.
“Let’s see if you’re broken enough now,” I say as I slither my tail between her legs, forcing it into her pussy.
I push it all the way through her cervix, through her womb, finding one of the holes my dagger made and drive my tail into her gut.
I slowly work it through her as she begins to convulse. I get my whole tail into her, reaching her heart and puncturing it, filling it with my malevolence. Her convulsions become more and more violent.
I repeatedly push my tail into her, injecting her again and again. The black essence turns visible in her veins as it spreads throughout her body.
As it courses up her neck, I see it taking hold and I slowly slide my tail from her. I get off the table as the change begins; her skin changes black and red, as spines begin protruding through, and her brown hair turns white as her wings lose all the feathers.
They begin to look more and more like bat wings by the second, while her teeth sharpen to fangs and long claws extend from her fingers. Finally bloody horns begin to curl, parting her hair.
She lets out a screech and I place my hand on her chest. “Welcome, my child. Be still,” I breathe as Rathor releases her. He opens the door and she flees, disappearing into the darkness with another screech.
I tried to convert the other two, but was unsuccessful. One died before I could inject him and the other fared like the first. This whole thing has made me so turned on that I grab Rathor and rush him from the room back to our chamber.