Hell on Earth ..... Mature

[midnight]

Victory's eyes snapped open and awoke with a start, he gasped seeing Leona standing above him. He tried to get away but she already had him by his collar and yanked him up to his feet.

He barely had enough time to fully wake up, when she seized his wing. Victory shrieked in pain, "Let go!" he begged sobbing, everything had been so peaceful... he still couldn't believe what happening.

"Learn to obey, foolish immortal."

"I am sorry....!" but he was cut off by harsh jerk of collar, causing him to choke as he was forced to stumble after her she forcefully lead him out of the peaceful country side and started the log march back into the city.

"Hope you enjoyed that little flight of yours; its the last you'll be getting in a while."

"I didn't know where I was going...!... everything looks different from the sky!" he declared... which was mostly true... he didn't know where he was going and this did look a lot different from the sky, though he was a far from being lost by any means. "I won't do it again," he tried to reason, still whimpering from when she had last jerked on his wing. The closer they came to the city, the more Victory began to lag behind fearing the punishment she had for him. Finally they came to the building that Leona stayed in, where Victory began making things a little more difficult sandbagging his weight so Leona would have to practically drag him up into her pad.

Once however when she got him through the door, Victory became very still and quiet, not sure what was going to happen next.

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Though he tried to make things harder for Leona, she still dragged him along, though she had absolutely no idea what she would do to him. There were cruel things, yes, very cruel things that she could do: nail his wings to the wall, pluck each and every feather off of them.. there was the endless possibilties.
Returning, and taking a good look around, the house was in order, a small little bill left on the table from the rapair guys. A sigh coming from Leona, she let go of Victory's wings to push him from behind upon the bed, the only one in the apartment. Invisible bindings forced him to sit on the bed, legs stretched out in front of the angel, hands right beneath where the pillows were. "You have no idea what I could do to you.. each and every one of your feathers could simply be taken off, or perhaps you would like to have your wings taken off altogether?" There may have been a hint of a menace in her voice, but Leona had no intention of actually doing that to the angel.

That would be too cruel, besides..
Leona was just working on the fear here, right now. Settling herself behind him, Leona gently grasped the sides of his wings, slowly pulling them out, unfolding them so that she could see them for herself, fully extended out. "You don't like it when I touch you," she said, thoughtfully. "So..."

Her hands slid to his shoulders, waiting for his reaction as she began to slide the pure whit robe from them, letting it reveal his chest, as her cool hands ghosted downward.They flicked his nipples as they went down, slowler now, teasingly. Leona stopped for a moment to get up and seta herself in front of him, before cupping his cheeks with both hands, looking the angel in the eye. "I don't care much for excuses, Vic." He had been telling the partial truth, but Leona was still upset. Her hands caressed downward to his neck, tracing the collar she had placed upon him.

[midnight]

Victory let out a startled yelp as he was shoved onto the bed. He quickly tried to get up but it felt a dozen cold hands laid hands on him and forced him to sit back on the bed, with his legs spread and his arms stretched out bent backwards supporting him near the head board where the pillows were at. He stared up at Leona in terror too afraid to say anything.

"You have no idea what I could do to you.. each and every one of your feathers could simply be taken off, or perhaps you would like to have your wings taken off altogether?"

"Please...not my wings... anything but my wings," he begged, and began to whimper as she went around behind him. "I won't do it again! please don't!" he pleaded trembling as he felt her cold hands on his grasp his wings. Tears began flooding down Victory's face and he hung his head brokenly she unfurled his massive white wings and stretched them out on across the large king size bed which seemingly glowed against the silk black sheets.

"You don't like it when I touch you," she said, thoughtfully

"...no..." he answered, his blonde hair hung down as silent tears streamed down face.

. "So..."

Victory remained absolutely still and he just stare brokenly down at the floor as she loosed the robe letting slide down, reveal his bronze chest. A gasp came out from him as her frigid hands slid over the deep muscular grooves of his masculine chest. When she flicked his peck however Victory didn't respond her, he just turned his head looking away still very much worried about other things.

Finally she came around front and let he out stressful sigh, his tear filled eyes hesitantly looked up into face as she lifted his head.

"I don't care much for excuses, Vic."

"I won't ever run away again," he promised, shivering slightly as her hands down his neck to his chain... ironically hadn't ran away, but rather flew.


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OOC

She can clip his wings.

But I would prefer she didn't break, or completely pull off his wings lol =)

Just letting you know... so had something to work with, other that that she can do anything she wants to him =):

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He hated it when she touched him, so it seemed..
Him and his wings.

Leona could understand that. It would be like her not having telekinesis, as though an essential part of her was taken away, ripped from her very being, and never return. Yes, that would probably destroy Leona, let alone the angel. For weren't angel defined with wings, to have them showed purity and how how ranked they were, literally. At least, Leona saw an angel with wings, never one without.

"You will not try to escape. Last warning."

Getting up from where she had been seated, Leona released him, watching Victory's every move with her large gold eyes. "And if you do try to run away again... your flying will be a thing of the past," she said lightly, as though she were not reprimanding or threatening him at all. "Now..do you eat people food? Normal human food, I mean. And, tell me the whole stroy of the battle, the truth, the whole truth this time, Victory." She let up on the physic hold that was placed upon him.

[midnight]

"You will not try to escape. Last warning."

Victory nodded, and slowly got up from the bed keeping his head down in shame as he pulled up his robe covering himself back up.

"And if you do try to run away again... your flying will be a thing of the past," she said lightly

The angel folded his wings and went over the corner of the room and said nothing, his tear filled eyes hidden by curly the strands of his blond hair.

"Now..do you eat people food? Normal human food, I mean. And, tell me the whole stroy of the battle, the truth, the whole truth this time, Victory."

The angel shook his head, he didn't need to eat, but technically he could, but it sounded revolting and he had never tasted it because it had been grown from the ground. But then she asked about the battle he wasn't sure how she could've known but she did some how. "I was wounded," he said at last, but he refused to go on.

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"Okay. That tells me sooo such," Leoan muttered sarcastically, going over to him and gently tugged in his white robes. SHe didn't like it when he just cowered like this, refusing to talk at all. It really annoyed her, for some odd reason. It was just a pet peeve of hers.

He looked so sad, yet again, Leona couldn't help but pity him. The poor guy, for all his attitudes and such, was just as safraid as the rest of them. A cool had went to his cheek, gently making Victory look at her. "I won't hurt you unless you give me a reason.. and since you refuse to talk to me about that battle.." She let her hand drop, and a grin spread across her face. "Just tell me what yah like! Things like favorite color, favorite flower.. Please share with me, Victory." Leona was playing the gentle one again, trying to coax what she wanted out of him. It wasn't so bad, trying to make him feel comfortable.

"Please," the woman repeated, not implying that she would hurt him if she didn't but just to prove that she would have liked to know more about the angel that would be living with her.

[midnight]

Victory stiffened a bit feeling her hand, and he looked at her un certian what she was going to do. He thought she was going to punish him for not speaking but the she asked something what he thought was so absolutely ridiculous and random that he quickly forgot about the previous events.

He straightened up and cleared the hair out of his face and looked down at her with a face of complete and utter bewilderment. "What is the purpose of having a favorite color?" his face turned sour, "flowers are from the ground, I don't like them," he stated all most robotically. He went over to the kitchen and then paused he looked out to the window and then grinned and turning to Leona.

"I do have a favorite color actually," he stated, he then held up his hands for her to see and then snapped his fingers once loudly... nothing happened....Victory frowned. He then closed his eyes concentrating hard, and slowly his hand began to glow ever so faintly... sweat dripped off his face as he strained, " ight..." he gasped, "my favor color is.... LIGHT!" Victory shouted!


Immediately summoning all of his remaining power for one great burst of white light.... temporarily blinding the Vampiress.

Victory bolted for the window but suddenly a dizzy spell hit him and he tripped and fell out the window and went crashing to the ground.... fortunately for him he landed onto of stack of news papers that a paper boy was selling done below and was not harmed.

Victory groaned, shaking himself ignoring the twelve year old boy as he slowly got back up to his feet... but suddenly he realized Leona would becoming to soon. He snatched a paper and hurriedly sat down on the bench next to an elderly gentlemen and covered his face attempting to blend and act like he was reading.

"Oye! mister! my papers! what am I going to do!?!" the boy shouted at the angel. Without so much as looking at the boy, Victory tore off a page, crumbled it up in a ball and handed it over to him... which now was a solid piece of gold and quite heavy.

"Its gold!" the boy gasped, "OH MY GOD YOU'RE AN ANGEL!" Exclaimed the news paper boy.

Victory glared at the boy from behind the newspaper, "Shhhhhhhh!"

"oh I won't tell any one," he promised and ran off.

Victory rolled his eyes and resumed his staring at the news paper.... which if one couldn't spot him out by his wings poking out or bright white robe, or his large size.... the fact that news papers was being read upside down might have been a thing to be noticed out of place.

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She snarled, her golden eyes now taken up by the light, having to shield them, unless she never wanted to see again. A small gasp came from her, forcing her back a couple of steps. Now she was absolutely pissed off. The man wouldn't go without a punishment this time, that was for sure. However, the woman was nearly dead on her feet; even vampires like Leona needed some sleep at times. Another annoyed growl came from her as she blinked a couple of times, her more-than-perfect vision returning to normal.

Half her body was tilted out the window, looking to the skies, before cheeking down below. Though he wasn't visible to the woman, Leona was still a vampire, and it was easy enough to scent him out. Ah, so the angel hadn't decided to fly, that would make thinsg easier for her.
However, she would wait and watch, after locating him from above, for about ten minutes. If the man wouldn't return by then, Leona would definitely clip him, no doubt about that one. Sooner or later, he would have to realize that he wouldn't be getting away from her, not at all. A pair of shears was somewhere around her apartment, and besides, the man wouldn't be tooo hard to catch.

[midnight]

Time passed, Victory perked up and looked around the edges of his newspapers, he had actually fooled her! she undoubtedly expected him to go up when he had gone down. Victory grinned feeling a bit clever even though he hadn't meant it to exactly go like this. Perhaps it was better to stay low for while, Victory set down the news papers and looked both ways not sure where to go... but he turned right and continued walking since it was always best to go the 'Right' way. He watched the mortals with wide eyes as they went about along their short meaningless lives. He watched the children play the young hurry from here and there and the elderly toddle along, some seemed seemed happy he didn't know why... how could anyone be happy down here, he wondered on till he found a hardware shop. Went inside and and found so heavy duty wire cutters and grinned.

Victory cut the thin gold collar, a man from across the isle spotted was about to say something but Victory stared him down and the man quickly closed him mouth and ran off . The warrior angel grinned, he could be a very intimidating when he wished to be. Victory walked out of the store, beginning to feel tired he looked around for a place to stay, he didn't want to stay on the roof tops where Leona could spot him from the sky. So he found a small motel and used the golden the collar to pay for the room.

Room 228# Victory dead bolted and locked the door before settling down onto the bed and went to sleep with a grin on his face thinking at how clever he was for fooling Leona.

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OOC oh gosh he's in trouble lol

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He was still sitting down below, 'reading' his newpaper that he had nicked from the paper boy. Eh, Leona simply waited. When Victory had gotten up and walked away, she went downstairs, and quietly followed at a distance, having the clawed-gloves on. They were her work of art, lethal and made to perfection for what Leona used them for.

Afetr watching him pawn the now broken gold collar for money to pay for the hotel room, Leona grinned. Resourceful, that was for sure with Victory. After the angel had gone up to his room, Leona stepped up to the front desk, a cheery and kind smile on her face. "Hello, I'm Leona Bengara. What the angel paid you is orginally mine, and I would like it back.." Pulling out the gold dust from before, earning her a look from the startled clerk.
"B-but.. I don't th-think I c-can d-d-do th-that.." he managed to stammer out.
"Ah, what's the difference? It'll be our little secret, no?" Leona purred, looking up to the poor human, obviously mixed about his feelings about this situation.

After a couple minutes, Leona had the broken collar, and she went back to the hardware store, managing to nick a welding tool as well, besides the large shears. Oh, he was in trouble, and Leona wouldn't let the angel soon forget. As well, she returned to the desk once more, asking to know where the angel had went, what room and floor.
In another few minutes time, Leona had the information she needed, and arrived at the door of room number 228, her telekinesis opening the door for her, only to find him asleep on the bed. Setting the broken collar, the welder, and the shears upon the bed, Leona turned the man on his stomach with telekinesis, holding his hands to the headboard with that physic force as well. She made sure that everything about him was frozen to the spot, save for his mouth and eyes. Oh yes, Leona would love to hear his screams. After all, Victory disobeyed her, and he would get what he derserved. A rough jerking of the opening of his wings should have awoken him, and Leona now held the shears in her hands.

"Hello, Victory."



((Hell he is.. >D ))

[midnight]

Normally Victory wouldn't have been so tired from the such small bursts of power like the flash of light, he had used against Leona or the lump of gold he had given the boy. Victory slept soundly, he didn't even hear the dead bolt click open as Leona entered the room.


"Hello, Victory."

Victory groaned, his eyes slowly fluttered open sleepily he tried to get up but couldn't. He suddenly became aware finding himself face down on the bed and his limbs held fast to end of the bed. The angel let out a startled gasp as he tried to turn his head and look up at Leona, but was unable to. "I am sorry it was an accident! I was scared you'd be mad at me so I ran away! I won't do it again!" he said quickly unable to see the objects she had set down next him.

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His lies penetrated through Leona, and pity welled up again. However, the woman pushed that back, ignoring that sensation. Disobedience deserved punishment, and Leona would be sure the angel had gotten his. "There is no escape," she whispered in his ear, the menace laced through those words. They were filled with a dark promise, one that said he would never be able to get away from her. Victory belonged to Leona, now a possession in her dominating hands, and the angel would be there forever.

A soft purr came from her, the rumbling in her throat barely audiable to the angel. The shears came up, and, very slowly, she began to clip the angel, taking her time, savoring her owrk, making sure that it was perfect. No mistakes were made, and that ensured the the angel wouldn't be flying for a while.
Afetr she was finished, Leona brushed the clipped feathers off the bed, the white plumage falling softly to the floor. Flipping the angel over so that Leona could look at him, her face held no emotion. "And this is only the start, little bird."

[midnight]

"There is no escape," she whispered in his ear,

Victory trembled hearing her words, still not realizing what was to come. That was until his wings were forcefully held open, "No! no!'" he began to gasp, unable to believe what was transpiring till heard hiss of metal severing the tips of his wings. "My wings! My wings! please don't take my wings! Please! I'll do anything!" he begged. But she kept going, soon Victory's pleas were no longer audible as he just wept openly in broken despair... as he was forced to endure the horrid slow hissing sound of the shears cutting his beautiful pure white feathers. As soon as had finished one wing there was nothing he could do, Victory had never felt more shame in his entire life.

Suddenly he was jerked around and flipped on his back where he was forced to stare up at Leona.

"And this is only the start, little bird."'

Victory's face was filled with tears, very light in his blue eyes seemed to have dimmed, he looked up at her in a daze unable able to fathom at what had just been done.

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He had been crying, the tears had been salty, the scent of them reaching her sensitive nose. A soft smirk came to her face, both wings now completely unusuable, and it was just a beatutiful thing to see the angel like that, so helpless underneath her. A soft hand stroked his cheek; the man seemed to be in shock.
"Don't worry.. this isn't as shameful.." she whispered, kissing him softly, Victory completely unable to do a things at all. However, Leona did not mention this would be the most painful. She had not wished to hurt the angel, a once beautiful thing, a being, really, his perfection physical rather than personality wise. But, the circumstannces did not wish to agree with him, and thus, Victory would pay.

The colar was placed around his neck, snapped in only one place. Perfect. Lining it up on his neck so that the slice in it was near his jungular, Leona made a small grimace. She didn't want to have to do this, but.. the man had pushed her. He would be forced to learn.

The collar was held up purely by the telekinesis she possessed, and thus, her hands were free to torment the angel. Picking up the welding tool, Leona held it to where the snap in the gold was, though it was not on. However, a minute later, after thinking carefully about it, the welder was turned on, fusing the gold back together at an unbearable heat - right to where his jungular was, the skin senstitive there. Ignoring whatever noises Victory was going to make, Leona continued; however, she used her physic force to make sure only the heat got to him, and very little damage to his soft skin. The heat would burn him, but there would be no wounds. Poor thing.

"This is the price to pay for your insolence, your disobedience, and your pride," she said, looking the angel dead in the eyes.

[midnight]

"Don't worry.. this isn't as shameful.."

Victory looked up at her, his chest and throat moved as he joked down sobs. He then tensed trying to shirk away from her kiss, but the invisible bindings held him fast. He didn't fight long though, tears continued to fall even as she placed the golden chain around his neck, but he said nothing... he couldn't imagine anything worse shame than his wings being clipped. In fact his blue eyes merely looked through the ceiling unfazed by the wielding torch. Fire itself could not harm him, he wouldn't have been much use as warrior angel if he was susceptible fire when fighting a fire demon... but however soon the metal heated.
"This is the price to pay for your insolence, your disobedience, and your pride," she said,

Victory began whimpering in discomfort, and soon it grew louder as the metal grew hotter and hotter! His back arched and his body tensed up as he shrieked in agony as he was forced to writhe on the bed in torment even long after she finished welding until the metal cooled.