Azazel’s screams of pure agony was heard far away from Zarak’s quarters and many daemons kept their lord as a genius when using healing as the way of torture.
I took two hours from the healer to get Azazel’s wing and face healed and the angel had never experienced such agony.
After first hour Azazel couldn’t even scream anymore; even though the angel’s mouth opened to scream no sound came out.
Zarak watched all this concerned; Azazel’s skin was shining from cold sweat and the angel was trembling like in fever.
The daemon turned his gaze to the healer. “Ready?”
The healer just shook his head and moved his hand over the restricted slave’s stomach which caused new cramps making Azazel strain against his restraints.
Zarak carefully tightened his hold again. “Be still Azazel.”
Azazel couldn’t hear Zarak’s voice nor feel the tightening hold on his head; everything the angel felt was the pain which slashed his soul like sharp claws would tear the flesh.
Yes, his body would heal but in his soul was left deep wounds that would never heal completely.
Finally the healer was ready and Zarak let go of his slave’s head.
Azazel was lying on the bed trembling eyes tightly shut and trying to even his breath when the mind numbing pain was slowly going away.
Zarak motioned the healer with him as he stepped out of his bedroom closing the door after the other daemon. “How about its voice?”
The healer shook his head. “I’m terribly sorry my Lord. I could try to heal its vocal chords but it would scream so much I fear my effort would be in vain. The pain is too much for your slave my liege.”
The daemon lord only nodded while musing over what he had just heard and only after a moment turned his attention back to the healer. “I assume that your lips are sealed regarding what has happened inside my quarters.”
The healer bowed deeply. “Of course, Lord Zarak, I’ll take my leave now.”
Zarak nodded and watched as the healer left with another deep bow.
***
A tired sigh escaped from Zarak’s lips when he was finally alone in his front hall and returned to his bedroom gazing to the bed restrained slave of his.
Azazel was naked and still trembling even though the pain must be gone already.
Carefully Zarak opened the manacles and gathered the angel in his arms. “Let’s wash all this blood and grime off, Azazel.”
Azazel opened his eyes and Zarak felt the body in his arms go tense. “Be still Azazel. No objections now.”
The angel made no sound but his expression told from pain and the daemon lord felt the shivers grow stronger.
Azazel closed his eyes and tried to make the trembling go away with no luck; his soul was too deeply wounded and it would never be the same again.
The tired angel didn’t have strength to care what happened around him anymore. He didn’t care that the daemon lord was carrying him on his arms or that the said lord lowered him in the warm water.
Only when Zarak started to wash Azazel’s body the angel tried to escape from the wandering hands.
The daemon though didn’t feel like giving that chance to his slave but grabbed him from his hair and pulled backwards so Azazel had to bend his head back against the edge of the pool. “Stay still slave! I didn’t give you the permission to move away!”
Azazel felt how the words tore his already shattered soul and closed his eyes to avoid seeing the face he had missed for many centuries and which he now feared.
***
Zarak could sense Azazel’s fear and smiled to himself; the first step was taken. As long as the angel feared him he could do anything to his slave.
The daemon continued washing his slave and noticed that the angel quivered with each touch. As time went by the shivering seemed to increase and at last Zarak pulled his slave out of the water.
As soon as the daemon let go of him Azazel fell to his knees and shielded himself with his wings; everything he had ever hoped for was to meet his big brother once again.
Azazel felt his consciousness grow shadowy; He had missed his big brother, had wanted to see him again… He hadn’t expected this kind of cruelty. He hadn’t expected Zarak to hate and despise him…
Zarak watched his slave not knowing what had made the angel to lose it and was once again surprised as Azazel tilted his head back and opened his wings to all their glory…
It was neither a shout nor a scream. It was a sound full of agony, sadness and disappointment. It was a sound which got shivers run down the daemons’ backs and the weak ones to cover their ears. It was higher than hawk’s cry, more piercing than any blade. It was the sound of broken dreams, rejected love and abandoned hope. And it was the last sound ever uttered by Azazel Silverwing.
It lasted only a few seconds. In that time it traveled through the Hell and affected to all daemons. All angel slaves fell to the ground unconscious at the same time Azazel sank to the arms of Lord Zarak.
***
The daemon lord couldn’t remember ever being so confused as he was right now.
He had carried unconscious Azazel on his bed to rest and restricted him to it with light chain manacles so he couldn’t leave the bed. To warm up his still naked slave he had covered the angel with thin blanket.
Then he had left his quarters for a quick stroll around the parts that were nearest to his grounds. And that little stroll revealed how the rest of their kingdom had reacted to Azazel’s little scene.
All angels in Hell had been in deep unconsciousness since Azazel’s…scream and the weakest daemons were hiding and shivering in dark places still covering their ears. The stronger daemons told Zarak that the sound had slashed like hot blade to the core of their being and some even dared to ask how that awful sound had come to be.
To the questions Zarak gave no answers and finally retired to his quarters to inspect how his new slave was faring.
***
Azazel woke up from unconsciousness and remained deadly still for a moment; where was he and what had happened?
He lifted his hand to his face and tensed; on his wrist was light but surely durable chain. Had he been captured?
Carefully Azazel lifted his other hand too and got assurance to his doubts; in this wrist too was shining light chain.
For awhile he just stayed there unmoving watching his chains; whatever had happened?
Finally he sat up and at last noticed that he was naked save the thin blanket. This one got him scared; had something be done to him while he was unconscious?
With trembling hands Azazel put the blanket all the way away and noticed the chains in his ankles too concentrating his attention to other parts of his body.
The angel felt even more mystified by the notice that his body was untouched; no cuts or bruises, not even slightest sign of abuse of any kind.
Latest Azazel turned his attention to the room he was in.
The major part was the bed he sat on; it was huge four-poster bed and he was chained to the four posts. The room was spacious and antique furniture and carpets gave it nice look. The dim red light gave the room peaceful air but with that notice the calmness left the angel.
At last everything came back; he had been captured to Hell and Lord Zarak, his big brother, had declared Azazel to his slave…
Azazel felt the desperation grow inside him; Zarak had hurt him both physically and mentally, had taken everything from him leaving him only desperation.
For awhile the angel stared his shackled hands; he wasn’t important to anybody anymore, no-one missed an angel that had been taken to Hell…
That was the only thing in his mind when he opened his wings and pulled one silvery feather from his wing.
The feather was now hard as the steel and sharper than any blade could be made.
The angel watched the feather in his hand with sad expression in his face and finally pressed the edge against his wrist closing his eyes while slashing his wrist right next to the manacle.
Blood started to flow out of the deep wound but Azazel didn’t care while doing the same to his other wrist.
He knew that Zarak wasn’t far and if the daemon lord happened to return in the wrong time his suicide attempt wouldn’t success.
Azazel had hoped that he could die in his sleep peacefully but it wasn’t the option here.
With closed eyes he grabbed the feather once again; it was little hard to get the grip, had he slashed to tendons?
Azazel raised the feather with both hands and pointed its point to his heart; everything would soon be over.
***
Zarak walked back to his quarters deep in thoughts; whatever he should do to Azazel..? The angel was his younger brother but he could never admit it.
His position didn’t forgive any slips and he had had several already. His obsession to capture Azazel, his rage when he found out that the angel was hurt, and now healing him. Soon someone would notice the connection between the matters and Zarak had no idea what to do if that happened.
Still deep in his thoughts Zarak walked through the main corridor of his quarters; he remembered the time he had spent together with Azazel a long time ago. They had been inseparable until…
Now things had changed. Zarak wanted the angel to be his slave, wanted to humiliate him. He wanted to disgrace the untouched body, break the sharp mind, so why did the suffering of Azazel feel so bad.
All of sudden a familiar scent woke the daemon from his thoughts and he stopped in the middle of a step; it was a heavy but so sweet smell of blood.
Zarak felt how the concern took hold of him; blood could only be from one creature.
Almost running the daemon rushed to his bedroom and was shocked to see the kneeling angel on the bed.
Azazel’s hands were raised ready to strike the feather to naked chest and his wrists were bleeding. Azazel’s eyes were closed and Zarak could sense the desperation and fear; the angel didn’t see any other option.
***
Zarak stalked silently towards his slave and grabbed his hands just as he was stabbing himself. “What the Hell do you think you are doing, slave!? Did you really think that I would let you go so easily?!”
Azazel’s eyes shot open as daemons hands squeezed his arms and he dropped the feather; Zarak was now really angry.
The daemon lord stared his slave while his anger formed a powerful aura around him and Azazel wasn’t able to look away from those fiery eyes.
The fear towards the daemon got stronger and Azazel felt all his strength leaving his body the moment when Zarak’s palm hit his cheek.
“Don’t even try to escape your faith, slave! You’re my now and I won’t tolerate this kind of foolish attempts!”
Azazel fell back to the bed from the hit and stayed unmoving when the daemon bend closer. “Maybe I really should cut your wings to keep this in your mind…”
Azazel felt the panic spreading in his body; not the wings, everything else but not his wings...
Zarak felt the increasing fear and smiled pleased; maybe Azazel would learn that he had no more options here. The angel was his slave now for a rest of his life till the death took him.
When Zarak reached to grab the chains Azazel felt the fear turning to nauseous and once so brave and unyielding angel throw up on the blood splattered sheets.
***
Zarak gazed his vomiting slave calmly; it wasn’t new in Hell that a slave would fear his master this much.
Finally the daemon remembered Azazel’s still bleeding wrists; something had to be done to them.
When the worst nauseous had subsided, Zarak bend nearer to his slave. “Now do you understand, slave? You have no right to make decisions considering yourself. I will make all the decisions in your life and in your death.”
Azazel was feeling weak and tired and he couldn’t care anymore about his pride when nodding quietly to the daemon’s words; he had already lost the battle.
Zarak gave the angel a pleased smile and took a hold of his arm pulling Azazel on his knees in front of him. “Very good, my slave. I assume that nothing like this is ever going to happen again. And now...”
The daemon opened the manacles from the angel’s wrists to see better the wounds there. “…it’s time to call the healer back. You’d better to prepare yourself to pain, slave. You know it’s going to hurt more than you can take.”
Azazel dropped his gaze to the floor; Zarak had really turned to a sadistic creature.
Few moments on the earth would have healed his wounds without pain but the daemon lord had to choose the more painful and slower way.
Azazel hadn’t even noticed the tears leaking from his eyes to his cheeks; he was so very tired.
***
Zarak felt how the fear in his slave lessened and changed and soon he could feel the submission. Quickly the daemon raised Azazel’s head so he could see his eyes; they were blank.
With the sigh he opened the manacles from Azazel’s ankles too and hoisted him on his arms leaving the thin blanket to cover his slave. “Not a single stunt now Azazel.”
Zarak didn’t know what made him to take Azazel on the earth but he was pleased that even after getting healed the angel didn’t try to attack or escape.
Azazel stood under an old oak covered by the blanket and felt confused; why had Zarak brought him here? A small flicker of hope was born in the angels mind; maybe his brother still cared…
Quickly Azazel smothered the fool hopes of his and gazed shortly to the daemon next to him; Zarak had changed and didn’t care anymore like before.
The angel pulled the blanked more tightly around himself and Zarak laid his hand on Azazel’s shoulder; soon they would have to return and he would have to make sure Azazel wouldn’t do anything this stupid to himself or to others anymore.
***
Zarak woke up from his musings when Azazel pressed himself against him and automatically took the surprising fragile angel in his arms.
At this moment Zarak realized that he had gone in Azazel’s trap. He had made a major mistake; now the angel knew that he wasn’t as cruel as he seemed to be.
The only thing Zarak could do right now was to try to fix the situation even a little. “This won’t change your position Azazel. You’re still my slave and I assume that you will do as I tell you to do.”
Zarak was silent for a moment just watching his calm looking slave. “This won’t change my plan for your body either, Azazel.”
Now Azazel took a couple of steps backwards and Zarak readied himself to catch the angel if he tried to flee.
But Azazel didn’t do anything like it. To the daemon’s total mystification the angel just stood there and let go of his blanket letting it fall to the ground on his feet.
The uppermost feeling in Azazel’s mind was shame but if Zarak was going to use his body anyway it was useless to worsen his situation with objections.
So Azazel tilted his head down and opened his wings in their full glory just as the rising sun send its first rays under the oak.
***
Zarak didn’t know what to think. There in front of him stood the most beautiful creature he had ever seen naked and ready to do whatever he might tell.
At that moment he felt the stab in his heart when the little voice inside his head told him that the creature he was lusting here was his younger brother. The brother, who had trusted him wholeheartedly and missed him during their long separation, the brother he had subdued to slavery and who he had humiliated and tortured.
Zarak knew he had destroyed something very valuable; he had ruin Azazel’s faith in the future, his trust and his hope.
Slowly Zarak stepped right in front of his slave and caressed one of the angel’s feathery wings; he had ruined his brother’s life and he couldn’t turn back the time. All he could do was to make slavery easier to Azazel.
Zarak moved his hand from the wing to under the angel’s chin and made his slave look at him. “Listen carefully Azazel. You’re my slave and you’re my alone. You do only what I order you to do, nothing more or less. And this is the last time you reveal your body like this without my direct order.”
Azazel looked the daemon with fearful eyes and when Zarak raised his hand the angel shut his eyes like waiting to be hit.
For the first time the daemon lord felt pure remorse; he had driven the divine commander in this state.
Zarak caressed the huge wing gently. “As long as you do what I say you have nothing to fear.”
Azazel opened his eyes and the daemon could see a small flicker of weak hope.
“That’s right. Obey me and everything will be fine.” Zarak stayed silent for a moment and finally let his hands to star trailing over Azazel’s body. “Now I want to inspect my property. Stay still Azazel.”
***
Azazel couldn’t help little trembling while the daemon’s hands wandered over his skin but he forced himself to stay still tilting his head down once more.
Zarak moved his hands along Azazel’s chest and sides noticing that the muscles tensed under his touch; with a little training he could turn this rigidness to pure pleasure.
Azazel however started to feel minute by minute growing self loathing while he let the daemon do what he wanted; and there was little help from Zarak’s hand when it first caressed and the grabbed the angel’s penis in light squeeze.
At the same time the other hand of the daemon wandered experimentally over Azazel’s buttocks and Zarak smiled to himself as he let his fingers slip in to the valley between them to look for their primary target.
When the middle finger of the daemon pressed inside of Azazel the angel’s wings fluttered nervously and his hands were clenched to fists while his whole body grew tense.
“Be still Azazel. I want to inspect you thoroughly.” Zarak felt more excited by any passing minute and a nasty little thought demanded to be realized.
The daemon pulled his finger out of the angel slowly and Azazel kneeled in front of him before Zarak even had time to say anything. And once more the daemon lord was astonished; had his intentions been this clear?
***
Azazel felt tears burning in his eyes and didn’t lift his gaze from the ground; he knew what Zarak’s intentions were and he had no way to stop him but maybe brother would be a little bit more gentle this way.
Zarak stared the angel before him; Azazel would never recover from all that had happened to him and if he used this opportunity so deliciously offered to him his brother would be doomed.
For awhile the daemon pondered his options but the result was always the same; he couldn’t save Azazel from this faith.
With no more doubts Zarak grasped Azazel by his hair and tilting the angel’s head a little backwards. “I didn’t expect you to be this eager Azazel…”
With his other hand the daemon opened his trousers and freed his erection. “Open your mouth and if you dare to bite me your pretty wings will be history at the same moment.”
Azazel opened his mouth closing his eyes firmly; he was shaming the whole angel community.
Zarak pushed his cock deep in the angel’s mouth and not waiting any longer put together a steady rhythm.
Steady but intense thrusts got the daemon’s penis to go even deeper in Azazel’s mouth and the angel started to feel nauseous.
Azazel tried to swallow to get the lump to go away but it only made it possible for Zarak to thrust his erection to the angel’s throat and the daemon let out the moan of pleasure when feeling how Azazel started to automatically swallow the flesh.
It didn’t take long from the daemon lord to come and with last intense thrust he released his semen inside the angel’s throat and Azazel could do nothing but swallow the sperm.
When Zarak at last pulled his now flaccid penis out of the angel’s mouth Azazel gasped for air; he had thought he would suffocate.
***
Azazel didn’t notice the tears that were once again flowing freely from his eyes while he gasped kneeling on the ground. He had never felt himself so dirty; he would never dare to open his mouth on the presence of another angel again.
Zarak watched his slave understanding the tears; he had just disgraced this pure creature in the way all other angels would notice right away.
From all creatures of the world the angels were the most twisted creation.
They didn’t feel hate or lust, they were calm and pure. They were perfect from their body and their knowledge. And of course, they knew everything about sex and could perform like professionals.
Disregarding the fact not even one angel felt sexual interest to other creatures - or for another angel as the matter of fact. That was before someone introduced an angel to the new world of pleasure.
When an angel learned to hate he was merciless and most of them were closed away from society and some of them fell from grace and turned to daemons.
If somebody ever success to rape an angel -that was the only way to have sex with these celestial beings- the said angel got addicted. Sex was like a drug to angels and even against his own will a raped angel searched his abuser again and again to offer his body to him. Afterwards once so pure being felt only heavy shame and self loathing.
In this kind situation too an angel would be closed from community or even banished from the Heaven.
Zarak had always wondered why The Creator of All had made angels this way. Why beat the one on the ground; the rape wasn’t an angel’s fault but still an angel was the one to be punished. Real culprit -nearly always a daemon- got the easy way out and there was not even attempt to punish him. An angel however suffered rest of his immortal life from his addiction and was easy prey to everybody.
***
Azazel’s silent tears got Zarak concerned; though the angel was strong there was only so many humiliations one could take in short time like this.
Carefully Zarak laid his hand on his slave’s head and caressed his hair. “Good boy. If you keep behaving this well in the future, your life here with me is going to be much easier.”
Azazel had just gotten his breath even and now he felt the nauseous to return; in the future... He couldn’t think about the future or his cruel faith to be his brother’s slave. Only things in his mind were heavy shame and the growing wish to die.
The tears kept streaming from the angel’s eyes and Zarak felt another stab in his heart; he had to do something to ease his slave’s anguish.
Slowly the daemon took the blanket from the ground and wrapped it around Azazel. “Hush now... Everything will seem better after you’ve rested.”
Zarak lifted his immobile slave on his arms and soon they appeared back to Zarak’s bedroom.
Azazel stayed quiet while Zarak set him on the edge of the bed; already he felt like giving his body to the daemon once more.
***
Lord Zarak observed his slave and knew that he had to do one more thing before letting him get some rest. He walked to the cabinet and took out a silvery choker and the matching pair of bracelet and anklets. With these items in his hands Zarak stepped back watching questioningly at the now paled creature. “I assume you know what these are, don’t you?”
Azazel nodded not removing his gaze from metallic objects.
Zarak put them down on the bed next to his slave noticing that somebody had changed the sheets and took only the choker in his hands. “This is going to prevent you from doing foolish things like you did today, Azazel. With this on you can’t harm yourself or anybody else on purpose.”
The daemon stepped forward to put the choker on his slave’s neck but Azazel flinched and moved away from him with terrified expression; he wouldn’t be able to defend himself at all if Zarak put that thing on his neck.
Zarak gave an annoyed sigh; he had hoped that Azazel would already have had coped with his situation but it seemed that the angel didn’t understand what was for his best. “Azazel...”
The daemon’s voice was menacing when he straightened himself and took couple of steps away from the bed. “You have ten seconds to come here and kneel in front of me. If you’re not here when I finish counting I will give you to my guards and you know damn well what they’ll do to you.”
Azazel didn’t make a move; Zarak would not be so cruel. His brother had shown that he still cared…
“One”
Zarak looked seriously at his slave and Azazel’s trust for the caring faltered a little.
“Two”
The angel just couldn’t believe his brother could be serious. How had Zarak turned to be so cruel?
“Three”
Azazel closed his eyes while crawling to the edge of the bed.
“Four”
The angel stood up sadly and tilted his head down; the brother didn’t care how he felt.
“Five”
Azazel took one hesitating step towards the daemon.
“Six”
Now the angel didn’t dare to loiter anymore but his gaze on the floor walked to his brother.
“Seven”
Azazel was feeling sick while he kneeled in front of his brother; how much more of this humiliation he could take?
A pleased smile graced Zarak’s lips. “Good boy, Azazel. Obey without all this fuss and everything will be much easier for you.”
***
Azazel refused to move his gaze from the floor; self loathing and sorrow got the tears to once again burn his eyes. Why did his brother treat him like this and why did he let him to do all this?
Zarak bend closer and petted the silky hair of his slave. “Look at me, Azazel…”
The angel couldn’t hear the words; his head felt dizzy and muted bluster made other sounds to disappear.
Zarak let his anger spike once again. “Azazel!”
The frightened angel looked up to his brother; what he had done wrong this time?
Zarak saw the fear and calmed down his voice. “I expect you to obey my every command immediately, slave.”
While speaking the daemon put the metal choker around Azazel’s neck and fastened it firmly. When he looked to the angel’s eyes he saw something to die there.
Zarak straightened his back and gazed down to his slave: “Let’s try again, shall we? Hold out your wrists.
Azazel let his gaze drop and held out his arms to the daemon lord; he had been so wrong, Zarak didn’t care at all... All his bother wanted to do was to humiliate him.
Pleased Zarak reached to take the bracelets from the bed. “Stand up and keep your arms that way.”
There was no other choice for the tired angel and he got to his feet gazing still to the floor; if his brother had decided to put the slave bracelets on his wrist there were nothing to do to stop it.
***
For a moment Zarak just watched the once so unyielding angel and finally closed the bracelets around Azazel’s thin wrists; At last the great Azazel Silverwing was his to command.
At the same moment when bracelets clicked closed the angel felt his strength leave him and he fell to his knees gasping; his brother really wanted degrade him.
The angel had heard about the slave bracelets which could seal their prisoner’s strength and magic but he hadn’t expected that Zarak would use then on him.
The daemon lord knew that the bracelets halved Azazel’s power but that wasn’t enough. Azazel was a very powerful angel and even half of his strength was equal to mediocre daemon from which most of his guards were picked up. So he had to weaken the angel even more.
Zarak hoped Azazel was strong enough to take the anklets or he had to cut the angel’s wings to weaken him enough. “Stand up.”
Azazel raised his gaze while hearing the daemon’s words and forced his shaking legs to carry him once more; maybe the humiliation would stop if he obeyed.
Zarak looked pleased but when the daemon took the anklets from the bed the last ray of the weak hope Azazel had had left died.
Zarak kneeled in front of his slave and just now noticed how very fragile looking the angel really was. Almost pitying the daemon closed the anklets around Azazel’s ankles and took the powerless angel in his arm when his legs gave out.
Azazel’s breathing was heavy and he leaned to his captor painfully aware of his piteousness; he was nothing without his strength.
Zarak let his slave to rest; Azazel had to adjust to his lessened powers. The angel in his arms let his eyes slip closed and concentrated to summons the last strength he had left.
Azazel felt how he was lifted up and carried to the bed.
Although Zarak felt some remorse he had no other choice and he bend down to Azazel’s ear. “Don’t get used to the bed, slave. When you’ve rested enough your place is on the floor.”
The angel didn’t react to this; he had known that his life wouldn’t be pleasant.
***
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