Always the Fallen [Lailah]

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The air shook with the anger he felt right then and there.

She was in there hiding away as if she could escape him! The little bitch had acutally believed that once she was out from under his sights, that she was out from under his thumb. The little imbecile was going to have a long night of harboring her pain when he was through with her. He would make her cry out for all sorts of displeasure, scream to the heavens with joy as he pounded into her again and again, then he would rip her wings from her back and cast her in the shadows of her self-loathing. She would crawl back to the damn hole she came from like a mortal begging for mercy; she would find none from him.

Black leather encased his body's figure as he appeared in front of the broken down steps of the Cathedral of Therion. His little Lust was in there...praying! She was fucking praying to GOD! She wanted forgivness for what she had become. The rage swirled in the black pools of his fathomless eyes as they began to burn with Hellfire. How dare she?!? How dare she ask to be in the good graces of Him? He had given her life. He had given her the power to control the dimwitted humans that their Father loved so damn much. Lust was going to be nothing but a memory when he was finished with her.

The hinges of the wooden double doors fell apart as he shoved them open wide to find her sitting with her legs tucked underneath herself. Beautiful. Lailah had always been so damn beautiful to him. And he? He had been the sad moth drawn to that flame as she was the same for him. She had begged him for a child...a child he had no intention of giving her though he knew that a child could be born of two loving angels. Had he loved her? Hell no, he had only wanted to know what it felt like to ride between her sweet, long legs that never seemed to end. To feel her cry out as he took her over and over.

A child was the last thing on his hell bent mind.

Letting her eyes settle on his form, he smirked slowly as those ever lovely eyes of hers widen in fear. "Lailah, you've been a bad, bad girl sweets." Snarling, several pews turned over as he walked down the aisle towards her and snatched her up by the long, luscious midnight locks he loved to run his fingers through when he was feeling generous towards her. "How dare you, you unthankful whore! You want redemption? I'll give you fucking redemption!" Throwing her across the split altar, Lucifer bent over her with a face of pure, unchecked coldness. "You are mine, Lailah."

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Her body was humming with his call. But she had been avoiding it by long hours of praying for help. He was not here yet, but she could feel him so very close to the Cathedral. She had called out his name involuntarily when he lashed out at her, but she pushed back his call with another string of long prayers and heartfelt anguish for her redemption. He couldn't have her! Lailah would not let him have her like he had had her for so long.

Lailah would not break for him. He could continue to call her, but he would not have her this night, nor any other night ever again! Settling down before the split altar, she prayed for the infectious posion that was trying to worm its way inside of her. No, she would not think of him. Wrapping her hands around her body, she could hear his screaming in her itching ears. Could she live through this torment much longer? Yes, she could live through this torment if it meant that in the end, she would be free from him. That maybe, just maybe, she would gain her white wings back.

Her body shook as if she was being beating, as if she had overdosed on several drugs at once. Her hands tore at her hair, scratched at her eyes, and screams filled the air as she rocked back and forth. Her forehead was pressed against the cold floors as he tried to possess her again. The violence of his obssession was too much; she was slowly breaking down again. She had to keep fighting him though, if she could just keep fighting his call!

Those wild eyes of hers snapped open when she heard his voice. He had broken down the doors she had rigged to stand again, and was now walking to her wiht that snarl on his face. As several pews flew past her bent head, she blanched slightly. Oh what he could do! When he grabbed her hair to make her stand and face him, she let out a terrified scream and slashed at his face with her long nails. "NO!" He was draining her already though as he threw her against the altar, knocking the back of her head against the cold stone until she saw stars. Kicking out at him with the last of her breath, she looked upon him with hate-filled eyes."I am NOT yours, Lucifer! You cannot have me as you have for so long. I am NOT yours!"

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Roaring as those lovely little hands of hers clawed at his face, he slapped her one good time with such a crazed look in his eye that he appeared to have lost even his cool. To anyone else, what he did no more than thrity seconds ago would have been losing their cool, but that wasn't even the tip of the iceberg for him. Tossing her against the old stone, he laughed as she sagged heavily as if she were already defeated. He wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. He wanted to make her scream first. Grabbing the long leg that kicked out at him, he pulled it to him, then heard a sickening crunch as the bone snapped clean in two. Her screams brought a smile to his face as he chuckled. One leg down and one to go. "Yes you fucking are. You are MINE, dammit. I gave you everything! EVERYTHING!" Taking one of her hands, he pulled it up above her head as the other grappled with her left. His hand snaking out caught her free one and gripped the wrist until he heard the sweet sound of a snap then her screams. "You want to be free from me? Hmmm? I'll make you think free you filthy whore."

Taking the slack hand that he had just broken, he pressed his fingers into her skin and relished in the sounds of her sobs. Such a sweet sound to his black ears. He breathed in her scent, the metallic bite on his tongue that bespoke of her terror as she closed her eyes against his face. "Look at me! You're going to look at me when I take you and break you, Lailah Angel of fucking Conception!" Snarling into her face, he bent over her with a chuckle. She would be his, forever if he wanted it that way.

Locking both her hands above her head, he had full range to do whatever his black little heart desired to. But what first? He had broken a leg, a hand dangled crookedly, but no blood. Ah, yes. Her blood would do nicely. Taking out a long blade that glinted silver in the light he flicked it around and around in one hand. "Such a lovely face you have, my pretty. I always wondered at your beauty. But you know what I loved most about you? I love your sweet, ripe skin as I licked it, tasted it, commanded it. That was the best part of having you." Slipping the knife under the hem of her simple black shirt, he sliced the cotton to her neck and grinned. Pressing the sharp edge of the blade into that snow white skin, he laughed as she held back another biting scream. Lovely!


"Shhh shhh, love. It'll all be over soon and you can come back home with me. We can cuddle and fuck all night if you want, won't that be fun?" Throwing his head back for another round of laughter, he pressed the sharp edge into her snow white flesh and felt her hold back a scream. He would make her cry, make her beg. Slicing her open, he finally heard that wail he had been waiting for and smiled. Drowning in her pain gave him strength beyond measure. He obsorbed it, relished in it as she sobbed. "Where's your fucking savior now, sweetheart? Where's that heavenly host of shitbags that you wanted to be a part of again so damn bad? They don't someone as soiled, as filthy, as you've become. I'm the only one that understands you, Lailah. What you wanted, what you still want. Me, it's always been me." Cutting open her skin over the top of a perfectly round breast made such a lovely symphony, he did it again to the other and sighed with pleasure. This was almost as good as taking her, almost. But that had yet to come.

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There was nothing she could do other than fight back at this point. It didn't matter that he had just slapped her so hard that the room was spinning or that she could hear her heart beating wildly in her ears as the blood rushed to her head. What matter was her soul and that was something she was not going to lose. The stone was like a knife in her back as it hit her spine, making her wings drop heavily to the ground as she tried to stand only to fall once more with a loud thud and groan. She had to get up, she had to get up or he would kill her. As she kicked out, she knew that she had made a mistake as soon as his hand gripped around her ankle. The snap of her bone caused her to scream so loudly, her throat was flaming hot and raw. The pain was nauseating, so strong that she felt as if she were being drowned in dizziness. As he tossed her leg to the side, the bone wrenched clean through her skin causing her to nearly black out from pain. "No, no I am not. I am a child of the Lord." She fought him bitterly as he reached for her hands, pulling one back to become pinned behind her head. Her screams echoed through the Cathedral as he snapped her delicate wrist. With one leg broken and bleeding, and now her hand?, she had no idea what she could do. The pain was unbearable and he hadn't even started.

Shutting her eyes tightly, she tried to hide away in her mind. If she could go back to that blackness, that darkness, she would be able to close herself away to where he could not reach her. The pain she would feel, but only afterwards. His fingers digging into her snapped tendons and broken bones caused her to sob silently as he shook her like a rag doll. No, he could scream at her all he wanted to, but she was going to keep her eyes closed. She had to find that place inside to where she couldn't hear, or feel, anything anymore. That was the only way she was going to keep her sanity.

Oh, God. Lailah did finally open her eyes as he threw her hands above her head. She was under him, pinned down to where she couldn't move. He had total control over her in any way he pleased and the realization made her sick to her stomach. She couldn't live through this again; if she did, she would only be a shell of herself. Her face? Oh, God, was he going to cut her face? Though this was a mortal body she was in, she knew the pain would be too much if he used his favorite blade. And there it was, shinning above her head like Death as he flipped it around like a toy bayonet. Struggling against him as he cut open her shirt, she held back a scream as the sharp blade slice through her skin easily. Blood covered her, and the altar, as she started to see things fading in and out.

While he tortured her with his damning words, she found that place in her mind and tapped into it. Finally, she was locked away to where nothing he did could reach her. By bitting her bottom lip as he once again cut a design into her skin, she felt on the verge of passing out. Then again! Screaming to the heavens above to save her, the blood pooled around her, only to drip down the sides of the altar. And this time, she couldn't hide from him as she used to. The pain was unbearable, too much for even her and she knew she was finished before he even started. Yes, where was her savior? Not here she knew, but she did know that they waited on the other side for her. Maybe not to greet her with open arms, but they were there. "Only one that understands me?!? You are the vile creature that drug me into Hell against my will!" Her scream tore through her body because while the pain was incredible, so was her anger. She had finally lost her own cool and was through with this.

"You are wrong, Lucifer. You are the one that no one wants. You are the one that no one understands because you are the soiled one. You have lost your way and now you blame everyone else for what you cannot do. You couldn't even make me like you." Lailah's eyes were blazing with anger so strong, the room grew hazey with heat that radiated from her. "Someone out there does want me. They are my friend, my brother, someone that cares what happens to me and my soul. I have someone Lucifer. It is you who does not." Yes, she had said what no one had dared to say to him before. She knew it would most likely get her killed, but if it happened, so be it. Lailah had decided that anything was better than being Lucifer's chew toy, his little project, his slave. Anything.

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"Chi-Child of the Lord!" Throwing back his head, his laugh sounded like the echos of a thousand poor souls that he had just devoured. It reeked of Hell when he opened his mouth to smile down at her as he took her face in his hands and licked the side of her face clean of blood. Sweet, so very sweet to the taste, and salty. He loved the way she tasted when she was afraid of him, and he would continue to do this to her until she was human and dead. That would be nice indeed. He could always find a new Lust, a new fuck-toy to play with, couldn't he? He was, afterall, Lucifer. Leaning in close, he pressed the knife closer to her skin until a new pool of crimson formed at the bottom of the altar, and laughed shortly. "You are no one's child, bitch."

She could keep her damn eyes shut if she wanted to, but it would do her no good. She would feel him, hear him, and soon she was going to taste him even though she didn't want it that way. Child! To think that he had promised this piece of shit a child from his loins. What a fuck-tard she was to think that he would ever sire a child until the time of Anti-Christ came around. Fucking idiots! What did his father make them for if they were all idiots and shitbags? Why had he allowed the ones like her to come to Earth to be tortured so by watching mortal men and women live every day lives. And when he had tried to tell his brother and sisters that, they had scorned him. They had turned their backs on him, had even pointed him out when the Father asked who was the leader of the uprising. Bitches, they would get theirs soon enough. Soon enough he would reign supreme and they would be his bitches and lackies.

As she finally opened her eyes, he kept that sick, twisted smile on his face as he cut her wide open. Her blood would be her sacrifice to him, her sweet red liquid would fill him and refule him for later. She knew that he was going to destroy this mortal body of hers because he wanted to, needed to. If he looked upon her one more time...he would puke up every soul he just ate and he could just not have that, now could he? Playing with the knife was scaring her and making him full; the more he had of her fear, the more powerful he was and the more that he could do with his sweet, little Lailah.

"Stop blocking me, dammit! You are mine, shitbag whore and you WILL let me IN." Slapping her hard one good time, he felt that mental wall she set up and screamed in frustration as she held it in place. He would knock it down and he WOULD control her or it was the last thing he would do. What the hell was she thinking blocking him? He made her, saved her from the White angels that looked down upon her. Shocked black eyes looked upon her as she screamed at him. What was this? Who the hell had given her such a thought, or the balls to say what she had just spoken to him? Slicing her through the stomach region, he crawled off of her to pace like a caged animal as she continued to scream insults, and truths, at his back. Wrong? No one wanted him?!? "EVERYONE WANTS ME YOU WHORE! I AM THE DARK, I AM THE SHADOWS, I AM PAIN AND MISERY! I AM THE ONE THAT HIDES UNDER YOUR BED AND IN YOUR CLOSET WAITING! I AM SIN!"

He roared with the demons of Hell as he threw more broken down pews against the walls, causing several of them to burst into millions of tiny splinters, and for some of the foundation to crumble dangerously. "Who? Who is this shitbag, this little fucker, that's telling you to think for yourself? Huh? Who is it!?!" Walking back to her, he shook her violently as she cried, the blood flowing down her body and all over his arms as he looked into her eyes. There, the walls of her mind had dropped and he could see everything that had been happening since he had given her a 'break' of sorts nearly a month ago. Angel, a fucking White angel had been giving her these ideas. Snarling, he devled deeper until he came up with a name and grinned. Ah, one of his brothers that he knew from reputation moreso than from aquaintance. "So, he's the one giving you all this shit, is he? Why don't we call him and see what he has to say about all of this, hmm?" Laughing as she broke down again, he threw her down and smirked crookedly. Throwing out his hands, he lifted his face to the heavens and took a huge breath. He would call the Angel of Mercy and he would take him out here and now."ZADKIEL!"

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Something had been nagging at the angel all afternoon, like a strange, stiff feeling in his body and mind. It was something that kept his breathing shallow, and his eyes following around corners whenever he came across them. Like a...a foreboding, or just anxiety. He had, after all, been recently told that Lucifer had resurfaced, and not just anywhere, but in the town he'd been assigned to watch over. And he wasn't terrorizing just anyone, but coming after a dear friend and sister, to whom he had given his Achilles' heel.

Yes, Malachi-- or Zadkiel, depending who you were and how old-- had every reason to be as jumpy as he was. He was quite sure that he'd rolled through most of the fundamental prayers in all the religions he could think of over the course of the day. The ancient angelic prayers he had said several times, ones that called out for heavenly aid against forces of darkness, ones that begged for strength and vigilance, ones that reported his situation to those who listened. Of course he was afraid. Fear was natural, a given factor, unavoidable. However, he was not the type to succumb to fear, to run, to hide or to shy from danger. It simply was not in the nature of someone who had no eternal death to fear. All he really feared was losing his wings-- because with them, Malachi would lose his identity-- and one of the few who were probably capable of taking those holy white pinions from him was in town.

And so, to clear his head, he had decided to take a walk through town. The sun was setting, and the sound of churchbells clanging out the last hours of day soothed him, as did the warm rays of sun settling on his cheeks. The angel stopped by a locally-owned coffee place he was fond of for a cup of joe to clear his head-- he was quite fond of strong coffee. After he had paid for his drink, however, and was just reaching his hand out for the change, he felt a familiar tug at the back of his neck.

Malachi's heart sank into his stomache as he felt time slow around him. The cashier's smile had frozen on her face, the curls of steam from his fresh cup of coffee stalled in the air. Pennies and nickels hung breathlessly, the red sunlight gleaming on them. It was quiet. His own breath had stopped, eyes widening in recognition of whence his summons had come.

Then it begun-- it was the kind of sensation he'd been having for thousands of years, and could still never get used to. The world seemed to fly before him-- or was it, perhaps, simply stretching from behind him until the colors in his view were long, thin smears, the trails photons had left in his eyes. One could imagine being whisked through, or perhaps around, matter and space was not the sort of thing to be easily described. It was really more that he felt himself arrested while the world was frozen and moved around him, a nauseating sort of action.

But the nausea had yet to really begin until he felt himself come out on the other side of that twisted, in-between place, the inverted world of apparition...in a church. A broken church-- one he'd been in before, on the outskirts where he chased most of his dark prey. Zadkiel had known the moment his name had been called that the one doing the calling was his estranged brother, Lucifer...but to be faced with him now was very different. He was about three-quarters of the length of the church away from the two black angels, standing in the center aisle, surrounded by wrecked benches and pews and splinters that had once been benches and pews. His first action was to take a deep breath, like a man who'd been holding his breath for some moments. The second action was to take another sharp breath-- a gasp, as his eyes flew to the bloodied angel he knew so well. He felt the coins slip from his hand and rain onto the dirty wooden paneling of the floor, but the sound of their clatter fell on deaf ears. "LAILAH!"

A pained yell, Chi's blue-grey eyes instantly misting at her condition, the sickening way her limbs lay, obviously broken. He wanted to run to her, but held himself back, obviously unhappy and afraid for her. He fought off a wave of nausea at the brutality of the scene and stared at the other fallen angel who stood a few meters before him, the one who had summoned him, an ex-brother. Malachi could feel his muscles tensing beneath his simple grey t-shirt and jeans, his stance becoming wide-set and low-- he was unarmed, but that hardly made a difference to the Angel of Mercy, who had been training in unarmed combat for the few thousand years he had been on Earth. That the struggle between the two divine forces would come to physical blows he was unsure, but if it did, the angel was ready. His considerably large wings spread behind him for balance, and for use as weapons themselves. "Most unclean!" he spat, a look of holy disgust and righteous anger written furiously across his face. "הַשָׂטָן! Crooked serpent! Son of Perdition, Man of Sin. You will harry the bene ha'elohim in the House of Avinu Elohim no more. Begone, King of Lies! This woman is yours no more."

As Zadkiel had spoken, the angel that inhabited the physical form of the man seemed to become more and more apparent. His eyes shone white with holy light first, and then his voice seemed to echo, as though it were two voices speaking, one heavenly and one earthly. He edged forward with every phrase, his wings quivering with shock and horror and rage as his gaze flicked from Lucifer to Lailah and back again. There was blood everywhere, all from the poor broken thing on the floor-- his goal was only to find a way to make Lucifer leave so that he could heal her. He was certainly not going to be killing Satan any time soon, nor would Satan be killing him. His mortal body, Malachi? Of course, it was as destructable and fragile as anything in this breakable world. The angelic soul, Zadkiel? Not hardly. He glowed brighter still with white light at his final admonition to leave, the angel's brave words fueled only by a lion's heart and the strength of his faith.

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Somewhere deep inside of herself, she knew that this mortal body was done for. Her soul? That she was not so sure about considering the fact that she had become Sin, Lust to be exact. Would her immortal soul continue one, well that was for the Father to decide she supposed. Or maybe Lucifer was the one that could end her indefinitly. All she knew was that when this was over, and if she was still 'alive' in some sort of manner, she would hunt him down and kill him herself if possible. The pain she felt now was more intense than anything he had dared to do in a long time. The knife that kept cutting the precious flesh off from her mortal body's bones was excrutiating, causing her to see stars and scream out against her will. He was a monster, a filthy, low monster. And though she had been taught not to hate anything, or anyone, she hated him. Lailah hated him with all of her being.

"I am not yours! I was never yours!" That realization came to her within the last few seconds of him slapping her. The metallic taste of blood was sickening, but she could hold out a bit longer just to grate his nerves. Surely one of her brethren would find him later, maybe even their Father would deal with him. Throwing up her defensive walls, she prayed those ancient prayers that she knew from long ago. The mental wall held in place as she threw back her retorts and as he looked upon her in bewilderment. Of course he could get into her mind, but he was going to have to work for it. There was no way that he could get into her that easily; not anymore. Laughing at him when he screamed back at her all of his childish wants, what he believed to be true about himself, she shook her head. "I pity you, Lucifer." And that, she knew, he would surely kill her for.

As the walls shook, she began to see the edges of her sight fade away. Fainting, she was actually fainting as a mortal would after being in shock. Was she in shock? Yes, Lailah supposed that her mortal body had gone into shock because of the blood loss and because of what she was seeing now. Maybe she would be lucky enough to die and be free this body; it was a nice thought at least. When he came to her, shook her hard, Lailah yelped as her broken limbs moved in ways that made her want to vomit. Feeling his mental push, she was too tired to ward him off and then she felt him. Like a slimy snake in oil, he broke into her mind and silthered around. "You leave him be, Lucifer. This is our fight, not his." By the heavens what had she done? Lailah's head snapped back as he tossed her to the ground like garbage and she finally began to fade. The last thing she heard before everything went black was him screaming for Zadkiel.

Laying there like a child's broken toy, her breathing shortened. Thank God, she was dying finally! No more would she feel the sting of Lucifer's blade, have him torture her in ways unimaginable, unthinkable. She would be free from everything. That was a nice thought indeed. To be free of Lucifer. She could just be again, that would be wonderful. What was that noise? Hearing her name, she opened her eyes to slits and believed that she saw Zadkiel, but figured it to just be wishful thinking. Though she had heard her name, hadn't she? Pulling herself up the best she could with one arm and a broken leg. "Zadkiel?" Yes, it was him, she could see the anger burning in his eyes right before she passed out again.

What would happen to kind Zadkiel? Lailah had had no doubt that he could defend himself against Lucifer, but what if Lucifer snapped? The idea had her shaking where she laid against the altar. Her eyes snapped open angrily because while Lucifer had disconnected her from him, she could still hear his thoughts. Of course he would try to rid himself of Zadkiel, but that went for every White angel he met or saw. Seeing that the White angel was more than ready to fight if need be, Lailah picked herself up to stand on one leg as she glared at Lucifer's back. "Go back to the hole that you crawled from, Lucifer. I am not yours any longer, nor was I ever. You held me against my will, but no more shall you touch me. Leave." Lailah knew he would take care of her first, she was already half broken as it was. If he could get rid of something easily, he would do it, because taking care of a whole Zadkiel would be more difficult.

He will try to cut your wings first, Zadkiel. If he can keep you from flying, he will do so. Keep them out of arms reach, please." Glancing at the angel that shone through familiar blue-grey eyes, she nodded once. She was dizzy, which was very apparent since she was wobbling against the altar, but that would not stop her from being a thorn in Lucifer's side before she fell over. "You vile piece of discarded trash, go back to Hell where you belong. No one cares if you are here or not. There is nothing for you here." Knocking over old stones as she stumbled, Lailah gasped as her broken bones screamed in protest. "And to think that you tried to break me from my goodness. You only succeeded in covering it up with your black smog of hate and evil. You don't even deserve to be Satan" Falling back down unto the altar, she sat haphazardly against it smiling at him in that triumphant way that she knew would grate his nerves and bide them some time while he yelled retorts and insults. It would be just enough time for Zadkiel to do something.

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"Pity me?!? Why you filthy whore," Lucifer stalked over to her, his face filled with rage. Holding his hand up high, he was going to strike her, but what would be the point until Zadkiel appeared? No, he would hold off and show the stupid shit that he meant business. So when he called him, he knew from the information in Lailah's poor broken mind that the Angel of Mercy would come whether he wanted to or not. And he could feel that bitch's fear when he did scream Zadkiel's name. What the hell was she so fucking upset for? He was just another White angel; his father had made a million of the bastards."He made this fight his when he spun you all those damn lies about how good you are. You are trash, whore and I will have him." And he did arrive, Lucifer would pluck his fucking feathers off one by one too for filling his Lust's mind with things that shouldn't be in there. Things like how she could get her shitty white wings back. Like hell she would! Lailah was his, and would remain so until he said it was time for her to the dump; which was sooner than later right now.

Ah, there was the little White angel now. Settling his hands behind his back as a spectator would watching a three-ring circus.Watching Zadkiel take in the scene around him, Lucifer caught the look in the White angel's blue eyes and nearly choked on his laughter. Oh, so poor fucking Zadkiel with all his pretty boy glory and shining holy armour was enraged by the sight of a broken Lailah was he? This was too good to be true! So this was why his little Lailah had tried her damnest to hide the tid-bit of information from him. She cared for this stupid piece of holy shit that stood before them with a look of holy righteousness on his mortal's face as if what Lucifer was doing was so bad. It wasn't like Lailah hadn't felt his wrath before, or never had had him slap her a good couple of times to knock the sense into her. Hearing that pained call of his Lust's given name amused him to no ends. Oh how he would have fun with this.

"Oh, is the poor Mercy going to cry on me? I expected more from a man like you, brother." This one was ready for him to strike, but he would hold off for a time. He knew very well that Zadkiel was one among the few that had chosen to walk this earth, and in all that time he had picked up a broad knowledge of combat styles and other things that he really didn't give a damn about. What mattered right now was to get rid of him so he would stop feeding Lailah's new holy fire that was sparking inside of her. He couldn't lose her, she was a great asset to his Seven and besides that, he just wanted her because Zadkiel did. Was that such a crime? Call it a childish obsession with a toy, but it was the truth and Lucifer knew it, but didn't care.

As Zadkiel spouted his fumes, his derision, of how lowly Lucifer was in the White angel's eyes, Lucifer chuckled to himself. Applauding the Angel of Mercy with a laugh that would have sent chills down the spines of the most holiest of beings, that crazed look in his eyes never left. Obviously insane with power, and of the loss of his own soul maybe his mind even, the laughter began to build as Zadkiel finished his affront nearly bent over with his laughter. Wiping off fake tears as he sighed merrily, those black eyes of his connected with those of the Angel of Mercy. The smiles and laughter nearly died on the spot in a mere second before he spoke. "Now that you are finished with your little vilification of what you think I am, let's really talk." Ah, there it was, the angel that resided inside of this mortal's body that showed a face of anger was finally shining through just a bit. Oh, he was pissed arlight and Lucifer was feeding off the energy.

Growling, he picked Lailah up by her hair and shook her before tossing her back down. "Shut the fuck up, Lailah! I will deal with you later." Craking his neck and shaking out his shoulders, he returned his attention back to the goody-two-shoes standing before him looking as if he would be sick any second from the way Lailah looked. "I wonder sometimes why my father made bitches like you and her. Then I stop and have to thank him, because if I didn't have little, unimportant shits like you to fuck up, then what would I have?" That sick, twisted laughter rose again before it was cut off by the whore's slam. "What the hell did you just say to me, bitch?" Stalking to her, he saw that glorious smile of hers and snarled like an animal in pain. Beautiful, so damn beautiful, but she would be no more after this day. Lailah would be a distant memory in the minds of the Heavens and all that inhabit it; a small smear that would soon be rubbed away by time.

He grabbed one of her beautiful black wings, for she had been lucky to have one that was as lovely as it was at all, and pulled her to face him. Capturing her face with his hand, he took out the dagger that was already stained with her sweet blood and turned to Zadkiel with a smirk. "She has such a smartass mouth. I think it's time we got rid of that. What do you think, love? Want to shut the FUCK UP?!?" Flinging her so that her belly was flat on the altar, he held her down as he looked at the White angel with a look of pure elation while he licked his lips as a madman would. And he was a madman, the forefather of all Sin and evil that crawled this earth and beyond, so why shouldn't he show his true colors now? "Beautiful things, wings are. The only true gift that Daddy dearest gave us, you know. But do you know what happens to a Black angel when her wings are gone, brother?" Lucifer twirled the knife in his hand as he held her down under him, his face aglow with an unholy light that framed him in Hellfire. As he placed the knife against Lailah's skin, he cleaved the sinews of her wing's covert as she howled in pain. Ah, what a lovely sound to hear. It was even better than hearing a chours in the early Sunday morning, or his own voice at times.He moved on to the notch of her wing and hacked at it until it was in pieces and her body slumped against him wonderfully. That was all for now, he would break her wing off in a second. "Does that hurt, love?" ,digging in further, he turned to Zadkiel and grinned, "I will make you mince meat if you do not leave this place now. I give you fair warning, Zadkiel."

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Zadkiel watched in sick horror as Lucifer laughed at his own names. The angel couldn't fight the chill that sparked down his mortal spine at the sound. He could see the madness in the devil's eyes, could feel it in his synaesthetic empathy. In the angel's opinion, it was a madness that came from being so far from their Creator. After all, the last time he'd seen his brother, he had not been insane, only...envious, greedy, angry. It had been all of the time since Lucifer's fall that had made him the monster he was. They had done this, that much was clear-- heaven made its monster when they sent him away, but what else could they have done? If they had let him stay, he would have sown that seed of dissent in the ears of their brethren. Many of the heavenly host pitied their Lost Angel as much as they had grown to hate him. Before, Malachi had pitied Satan as his brethren did...but now, standing in this church, watching the Devil break his own lover into pieces? He felt only righteous anger.

He was aware, too, that Lucifer wanted badly to get rid of him. "Talk, then." Except that he picked up poor Lailah by the hair, which did not constitute talking, in Zadkiel's book. He ran forward, stopped only by Lailah's voice in his mind. Telepathy was a talent he had wished he possessed for quite some time. So useful-- but he wouldn't waste time on idle thoughts of envy, and instead obeyed, pulling his strong white wings in closer to his body. They were weapons in themselves, but she was right, the inability to fly off would be...unfortunate.

However, the accusations she hurled aloud went too far. Malachi winced before he even threw her already broken body. Zadkiel cried out in pain and horror as she hit the altar, easily feeling both her pain and his rage which burned him like hot pokers in his stomach. Zadkiel ran forward then, vaulting over some fallen object, his eyes on the evil thing that was bent on torturing Lailah. Obviously, torture of a loved one...or anyone, really, was not something the archangel could just stand by and watch. He charged at Lucifer, intending to knock him away from Lailah even as he was halfway through her wing. He was just about covered in light at this point, his whole being wavering somewhere between man and angel. He handled it well though, the state being a bit tricky to maintain. Zadkiel would've hit Lucifer just after he asked him what happened to a black angel when her wings were gone. Hopefully, he'd knock the fucker over, if not hurt him with the holy light somehow. Shouldn't Satan be sensitive to such things? "Is that what you meant by talking? Ah, the Tragedy of the Fallen-- that you have nothing to really say."

Malachi's dual-tone voice was full of disgust as he stood over Lucifer, trying very desperately to position himself between the broken angel and the prince of darkness. He seemed to ignore the threats about minced meat-- from the outside, it appeared as though Zadkiel really had no fear of Lucifer. "She is not your toy, Lucifer. You lost this fight before it began. It is clear torturing her will not bring her back to you. Leave us."

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He was mad, totally sick in his mind to laugh at his own names. What had happened to him before he fell to make him so crazed? Lailah had known him personally as a friend for years, but never knew him to have a hint of insanity about him. Sammael, her twin brother would most likely know more since he was the one to take souls back when they had passed on; Lucifer had had a strange facsination with him as well. The rest of the heavenly host? They pitied the vile creature that they had made, that they had thrown into Hell only to worsen the way he acted. Lailah knew that that was when things clicked in his mind, that was when he snapped. But as far as becoming as sick as this? Who the hell knew anymore, she knew she did not, nor did she care anymore. As long as she was bent over the altar being torn to pieces, she cared not. Lailah only wanted a way out of this, then she could worry about later.

She yelped when he picked her up by her long hair. The sharp sting in her scalp didn't stop once he had tossed her back down again either. Pain wracked through her mortal body so severly, she knew that she would not long be here if he began another episode of torture. But wouldn't it be worth it to get rid of this body? Or would she only go straight back into a new one that he could play with over and over? She knew she had shocked Zadkiel with her voice in his mind, but it was something she had been gifted with that she never used. She had never thought she would need it until now. But he needed his wings if he was going to take care of Lucifer, and get away. Those wings were deadly if used right, and Lailah knew that he could.

Hitting the altar knocked the air out of her. A few ribs had been broken in the process, for there was blood seeping out of her mouth as she choked on her own air. Gripping the edges with nails that had caked-on blood, she tried moving again, but only to feel Lucifer grab her wing. Eyes widen as fear shook the Black angel from head to toe. Her wing, he was going to cut her wing. A wail of a thousand tears tore her throat apart as he began to slice the delicate sinews of her wing, the small pieces that held them together. Pain shot through her back so terrible that she began to black out from the shock and exhuastion. Kicking out once, she tried to dislodge him, but only felt the blade go deeper into her back. Light, she saw the light of Zadkiel's anger happily, even if she burned a little, it would matter not as long as Lucifer was gone. "Dear God, help us," she whispered as her eyes fell shut.

They were talking again, but she had drifted off to somewhere full of light and relaxation for a moment. And when her eyes snapped open, she was full of anger and pain. Pain from her wing being sliced apart and anger from Lucifer daring to do as he had to her. Sliding on her belly across the bloodied altar- which was easily done since everything was slick, Lailah reached for the knife in Lucifer's hand and found herself gripping it firmly in her own. "No more." Finding her voice, it sounded as if it had doubled over with a voice that was as old as the heavens as she rolled over to her side holding the knife to his throat. "No more shall you touch me, Lucifer. No more will you lay your hands upon me and call me yours. This is over." And with that, she handed over the knife to Zadkiel as she moved away from them as best as she could.

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Like his so-called names were going to make him run away like a lowly cur with his tail tucked between his legs. He had had worse when he fell from Heaven, name-calling didn't scare shit when it came to Lucifer. In fact, he rather liked hearing the names they called him now; it gave him some sort of sick pride. "Very mature, brother. Did Daddy dearest teach you those?" Rolling his eyes in that maniac way of his, Lucifer scoffed at the thought of his Father. Damn him. Damn him and all his fucking children that had not followed him. They had done this to him, they all knew it. Even the nice little angel in front of him knew that what he had become was the fault of them and them alone.

Ah, so Zadkiel didn't like him throwing the little whore around, did he? Smiling in satisfaction that by hurting her, he angered and hurt the White angel, Lucifer made sure to really toss her hard. The more pain she felt, the more he was going to have a one-over on his brother. That was a nice idea. Hurt Lailah, hurt Zadkiel. It was like killing two birds with one really big stone that would crush them into little pieces, all while their feathers puffed up and floated in the air like the aftermath of dust being stirred up. And he would go for Zadkiel's giant white wings. Then he wouldn't be able to escape torture alongside Lailah. He would have two new play things to break apart and fuck up. To hear their screams...Ah, it was going to be a hella fun time back home.

Sweet, sweet blood. Damn how he loved to hear her scream and whimper when he sliced through her skin. It was like hearing a siren's song, and in some ways, Lailah had been a siren. Too bad she wasn't going to be much of anything anymore when he was through with her. But he wouldn't let her die just yet. No, he would take care of her beloved Zadkiel first, all while she watched in horror. He was going to love watching her face while he ripped the Angel of Mercy apart. "Nuh-uh, brother. You stay where you are, or she's done." Stabbing the blade into the bone of her wing, he sighed happily as she screamed. The White angel wasn't liking this one bit and the thought had him almost doubled over with laughter. Such pain on the face of the righteous! "Oh, I have something to say arlight. You are just too fucking stupid to realize that actions speak louder than words, Zadkiel." Slicing through the last covert of Lailah's wing, he grinned in a sinister way that bespoke of a deep madness inside. All he had to do was break it off and she would be forever grounded.

Snarling, he narrowed his black eyes as Zadkiel continued to command him to leave. "I don't give a fuck if she's not mine. SHE WON'T BE YOURS! Don't you get that, shitbag? If I can't have her NO ONE WILL." Hissing much like a snake, his voice had rang with that of all the demons of Hell. Noticing movement from Lailah, he yelped when she took the knife from him and pressed the cool, sharp edge against his throat. Where in the hell did she get enough strength to move? "Sweetheart, love, you don't want to make a mistake now, do you?" Wiggling around in her mind, he tried breaking through. If he could get her to drop the knife and come to him, then it was all over for her and Zadkiel. "Give me the damn knife, Lailah!" He dove for her hand as she passed it over to the White angel. For a second, fear ran across his face in a horrible scowl. He looked as if he was in pain as he backed away from the angels; those black eyes darting back and forth between them.

"Motherfucking ANGELS!" Turning to Lailah, he held up a hand and waved it over her. "You are no more Sin. You are no more Death and Pain. You are no more Lust and the Mother of Whores." He cursed her with a language as old as the heavens and spat at her feet. He would give her an hour, maybe thirty minuets, then she would see what being released from him felt like. "You bastard," he roared as he turned to Zadkiel, "I hope your fucking satisfied with killing your precious Lailah." But this fight was not over, no where near it. Laughing, he tossed his head back until actual tears ran from his eyes in foggy water that looked as if it were ashes being washed from his face after a fire. She wanted to be free, then so be it. But damn if she wouldn't crawl back to him if she survived the next hour.

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The scowl on Malachi's face was made less of hatred than raw disgust at Lucifer's crazed, possessive response. He looked like he was going to throw up as he stood there, wings ready at his back despite the admonition from Lailah to keep them close. Some of his color returned, the light he emitted fading somewhat back into the angel. It was hard to be in that state between earth and heaven, man and angel, and he didn't need to make this whole damn thing harder for himself than it already was. Every pained whimper, every sickening twist of one of Lailah's limbs made the Angel of Mercy want to throw himself into healing her-- as he would, as soon as the immediate threat of Lucifer was behind them. Her pain mingled with the threat of being eye-to-eye with the devil himself really did make him feel queasy. "You always were a spoiled, petulant child."

It took even the white angel by surprise, to see Lailah suddenly there beside Lucifer and somehow managing to take the devil's knife and press it up against his own throat. It was general folklore that cutting a demon's head off sent him back to hell, and Malachi stood honestly wondering whether it was true. He stepped forward, knowing Lailah was too weak to fight back should Lucifer lash at her. But he paused as a curious scene passed between the bloodied figures before him. Lucifer was...pleading? Begging? There was some fascination in his observation of their exchange. Zadkiel had always had a difficult time understanding earthly emotion, though he had thought he'd gotten good at it-- perhaps because Lucifer was no earthling, Zadkiel couldn't understand why he was begging. Lailah was possibly out of her mind with absolute agony, but surely she wasn't crazy enough to surrender the knife that had flayed her back to the man who'd done the flaying?

No, of course not. He snatched the knife as Lailah surrendered it to the white angel. Lucifer reached out for it, too, and Chi's heart skipped a beat when he thought for a split second that Satan might have it, but the weapon came away in the old angel's capable hands. He did not brandish it, bloodied disgusting thing that it was, but took a step towards Lailah as Lucifer stepped back from the two of them. Malachi's white-light eyes glanced to Lailah, worry showing in his every movement as he basically ignored the devil retreating in some strange ugly mixture of pain and fear. She was so damn beat up, he hardly knew where he would start, or if he could even fix her. Broken limbs and ribs, bleeding everywhere, probably a concussion and that mangled wreck of a wing. He looked like he was about to speak until the scream came from Lucifer and his gaze darted back to the Darkest of All Things.

He spoke in their mother tongue, a language which was so old as to not have a name. It was a language of doing, of deeper magics, not to be used lightly in this physical world, and there was no choice but to listen when the devil spoke it. He said it as a curse, but to any other it would be a blessing. She was released, relinquished, out of Lucifer's hands. Malachi's light would not burn her anymore, though her wings were still blackened. He could not understand why the devil did it, but Malachi hardly questioned it. Lucifer had lost.

The white angel immediately knelt to the ground next to Lailah, his healing hands finding her wing even as Lucifer screamed at him. He was hardly a problem now, except that the man was so goddamn unpredictable. Zadkiel's fierce eyes moved up to Luce as he was berated, that composed face of his curling into a face befitting his title as Angel of Mercy. He smiled serenely to the red-faced devil, eyes glinting with a wisdom of ages. "You have saved her, Lucifer. Praise be to God." His last phrase was in that same ancient language that had been used to release Lailah of Sin. It sounded like a song when said by a white angel, and filled the broken chamber with a reassuring, rejoicing sound that bolstered Zadkiel's mood even as he said it. His eyes bored into Lucifer-- it was clear that Zadkiel was sure he and Lailah had won.

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He wanted her because Zadkiel was trying to save her. It should have surprised her, but instead, Lailah found herself laughing at his irate response. It was just like him to want something he could not have, something his father told him to never touch, and once he had it, he would throw it away like a useless toy until another came to play with it. To him, Lailah was nothing more than a broken doll until Zadkiel had picked her up to put her back together again. He was so childish, so....foolish beyond comparison. How could she have ever fallen for such a snake? Zadkiel's face was twisted in disgust as Lucifer raged at them, his wings drawn back readily for a fight. Didn't she say something to him about keeping them close? Yes she had, she thought hazily to herself as another new bolt of pain washed through her. The light from him faded, but she could still see him through the tunnel vision she was experiencing. Pain wrenched her body anew, but by now, she felt only the dull throb of what Lucifer was doing to her already broken body.

They looked at her as if she were from another world as her bloodied hands gripped the dagger. She felt nuaseated, as if the room was spinning all around her; the effect was much like being on at Tilt-A-Whirl at a fair after eating a funnel cake or a corndog. She should cut his head off where he stood for all the pain, heartache, and filth he caused her. He was the reason she was so confused as to who she was anymore, the reason she had fallen from the grace of God to rot in Hell. She had been so happy until Lucifer had casted those snake eyes upon her and dug her grave out. Her legs finally began to give out just about the time Lucifer began begging her to let him have the knife. As if she were that stupid, what did he take her for? He had broken her heart into a million pieces, shattered the organ beyond repair once she realized that she was no more to him than another woman to bed. By the heavens how did she let herself fall for him? Disgusted with herself, and feeling highly dizzy from the loss of blood, Lailah turned to the White Angel she trusted with her life to hand the dirty blade over.

Slumping into the old stone beneath her, she watched with a daze look upon her face as Zadkiel and Lucifer both made a move for the blade. Thankfully she had handed it over to Zadkiel, making Lucifer scream in fury as he realized that he was done for. Maybe Zadkiel could cut off his head, or at least banish him back to Hell for a while. He moved towards her as Lucifer screamed insults among other idioctic and childish things, all while she tried to keep her eyes opened long enough to see what happened to the two of them. Her smile was shaking, but she managed to do so as the Angel of Mercy's blue eyes ran over her broken figure with extreme worry showing in them. Lailah must look worse than she had thought for him to give her a look like that, but then again, she could barely breathe as it was. There was no way she would ever fly again, Lucifer had seen to that, but she was breathing for now and he could do nothing about it for the moment. Hearing Lucifer roar again, she flinched in the expectation that he would harm her again.

Lailah let out a whimper as he began to speak in a language that was long forgotten by mankind. It had no name, not direct origin from wence it came from, but they knew it well for each of them spoke it as their mother tongue. Instead of the pain she expected to plague her body that was pretty much wasted, Lailah found herself opening her eyes to a million blinding lights as he spat at her the blessing she had begged for for so very, very long. Her body shook with happiness as the tears from her eyes fell upon her cheeks. She was released! Finally Lailah was ubound from the hands of the snake who was her tormentor for ages.

Laughing and crying happy tears, Lailah's hands covered her mouth as Zadkiel's hands found her shattered wing. Alive and free, she was alive and freed from the chains of Hell that had her imprisoned as a Sin. No more would she be at Lucifer's beck and call. No more would she waste a man's life with sin and lust. Lailah would be released to do as she pleased, possible gain back her grace if she tried hard enough, and she would be able to do so peacefully without worry. The Angel of Mercy's voice rang like a melody as he spoke to the Prince of Hell as only he could do. Her hands fell back into her lap as she watched Lucifer scream and rant. "Praise be to God," her voice was sweet again, lovely in that sense that the sin had been banished partially at least. "I'm free, I am finally free," she whispered to Zadkiel as her bright eyes closed in peace and from all the pain that caused her body to shut down. It wouldn't matter if she die right now, she would die without the title of Lust in front of her name.