Title: A Demon’s Kiss
Author: Kurumi_Yuto
Type: Short story
Genre: Fantasy/Action/Angels and Demons
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Graphic violence and slight actions/commentary that may be sexual
Critiques: Yes please.
Author: Kurumi_Yuto
Type: Short story
Genre: Fantasy/Action/Angels and Demons
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Graphic violence and slight actions/commentary that may be sexual
Critiques: Yes please.
A Demon's Kiss
It had all started with a single kiss, her initiation into the partnership with Damien. That’s how it worked for all demons forming a partnership. If you were vying for the attentions of a higher demon, in order to be accepted by them, they had to kiss you, and kissed she had been by Lucifer’s right hand man Damien. So here she was, on her another mission with Damien, but it was the biggest mission she’d ever had in her demonic life.
Her three inch, black heels clicked loudly along the cement of the alley as she made her way to the dance club Damien had told her to meet him at. Her long, blonde hair bobbed with soft curls every step of the way and her purple-grey eyes scanned the surrounding area; searching out her prey with an intensity no one would believe a girl so fragile looking could posses. But this little blond-haired beauty was anything but fragile and innocent, she was an intelligent, bloodthirsty harpy who would not stop until she got what she wanted or died trying, and seeing as how she was still moving around, it was obvious that she’d always gotten what she’d wanted.
Smoothing her short, black jean skirt, a habit she had picked up while wandering the streets of the mortal realm for so long, the girl licked her lips hungrily, eyes flashing with anticipated excitement. Making sure that the tight-fitting purple halter top was adjusted properly over her generous bust-size and fidgeting with the black vest she wore over it, Taylor finally stopped dead in her tracks and turned to her right, looking at a long expanse of brick wall. Smirking in a sickeningly sweet manor that could make anyone’s flesh crawl, Taylor stepped forward and pushed in one of the bricks protruding from the wall. After a few moments there was a faint whirring noise accompanied by a loud click as a space in the wall swung back, revealing a dark staircase that descended deep into the Earth and would take her to the place she needed to be.
Taylor adjusted the strap on her shoulder bag slightly before making her way down the dark flight of stairs, the secret door swinging shut with a deafening ‘boom’ behind her. As she went further down the stairs the air became colder and a thin veil of dampness clung to her body as she continued on. She shivered with pleasure, enjoying the atmosphere now wrapping itself around her like a jealous lover and refusing to let go, it always gave one the feeling that anything could happen.
Suddenly she noticed something, a shift in the atmosphere that called out to her demonic sense and told her instinctively to prepare for a fight. The aura of a Angel was mixing with the aura of a Demon and both were high ranking individuals based on the fact that the power radiating off of them was so thick in the air Taylor could taste it in her mouth. It was a metallic taste, like blood, and Taylor couldn’t help but lick her lips and give a moan of longing.
But more then wanting to satisfy her blood craving, Taylor was curious as to what was going on, so she began descending the stairs at an even quicker speed, hoping to get in on some of the action before someone got killed; she always loved to see a little bloodshed. Smirking in pure delight Taylor finally reached the bottom of the stairwell and walked the length of a small corridor before reaching another door. It was a large, foreboding, wood door that seemed to threaten all who saw it that beyond it was a fate much darker then any mortal mind could ever imagine. Taylor loved looking at the door, it excited her.
Without hesitating, she pushed the door open and slipped inside the room it guarded. After shutting the door, Taylor turned around and found herself looking at a very empty dance floor. The usual crowd of bodies wasn’t upon it, but by that evening she knew the room would be alive with blasting music, blinding strobe lights and the heat of hundreds of people dancing. God how Taylor loved to dance here, where everyone danced up against each other, rolling their bodies in perfect wanton harmony as the rock music blared through the speakers. The smell of cigarettes would fill the air, mixing with the smells of sweat, blood and sex; always a smell Taylor looked forward to.
Suddenly she was pulled from her thoughts when a loud growl of frustration broke through the silence and directed Taylor’s attention to a door off to the right, which led to a corridor filled with rooms for every sexual purpose imaginable. Making her way across the floor Taylor hurried through the door and headed towards the end of the corridor, looking for the room at the very end since it was the biggest. Sure enough, when she reached the room and pulled open the door, she was greeted with the sight of her master, Damien, standing rigidly as he glared at an Angel who looked just as pissed off as he was.
“So much animosity is flying around I don’t know whether to be excited or sick…” Taylor purred teasingly as she moved into the room, closing the door behind her. Damien looked over at her as she approached, smirking in triumph. Now that Taylor was here, it was two against one and no matter how strong the Angel was he stood no chance. “Besides, you shouldn’t fight here, you might ruin the room, and this one is my favorite...” Taylor continued, giving a light giggle that sounded so young and childlike that you would never even guess she was a creature that represented such pure evil.
Damien shifted into a more relaxed position, pushing his hands deep into the pockets of his baggy black pants, while the pale light from overhead illuminated the pale skin of his naked torso, shadows forming in the places the light did not reach and giving Damien a distorted appearance. The Angel on the other hand seemed to tense upon the sight of Taylor, since she too was a demon, and he planted his feet into the ground, preparing for battle. This Angel was not distorted by the pale light as Damien was, but that was probably because he seemed to glow with his own heavenly light and he seemed the perfect example of all the was pure and good. It made Taylor sick.
She moved further into the room, slipping behind Damien before standing on her tip-toes in order to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss the skin on his bare shoulder. Being a demon Taylor enjoyed the pleasures of flesh immensely, with anyone willing to enjoy them as well, and her superiors were no exception. She would do anything for Damien, anything he asked or willed her to do, so her actions with him were no surprise and she didn’t bother to hide them, for her they were natural, exciting and pleasurable. “We should be focusing on finding the girl…” She whispered into Damien’s ear, brushing her fingers through his shoulder length, black hair as she did so.
Damien nodded in agreement, glaring at the Angel with a loathing that couldn’t be described and practically growling his hatred. Taylor simply smiled and allowed herself the chance to soak in such a beautiful emotion, enjoying how delectable an aura of hate felt against her sensitive skin. She also watched the Angel, noticed how weak he seemed to be already. In fact, he seemed to be having trouble breathing and his body was a bit shaky. Taylor could have laughed at how pathetic the other looked.
“I want you to show this Angel what happens when people get in our way.” Damien growled, glancing back at Taylor with fire dancing in his eyes.
“I cannot allow either of you to leave this room.” The Angel spoke suddenly, his own fierce gaze locking upon them as he forced his weak body to stand up straight, with pride and strength. Without another moment wasted the Angel recited something in the ancient Latin tongue, his aura pulsating through the room as a gust of wind blew through the room, bringing with it a white-blue haze that quickly settled upon the ground at their feet.
Taylor watched on with curiosity as the Angel then pulled out a glowing white feather, flashing her and Damien a dazzling smile as he held it up before his face. “This should hold you for a bit…” He said, flipping the feather around so that the two Demons could now see that a divine spell was written on the other side.
“Damn it! He’s using an entrapment spell!” Damien snarled, his body tensing as his own power flared with anger. The Angel flicked the sacred object towards the door, where almost immediately a blue barrier sprang forth, engulfing the entire room and trapping all individuals inside it.
The Angel took a deep breath before stumbling forward and falling to one knee as he muttered the incantation. The mortal body he was using couldn't give out enough power to make the barrier work to its full effect, instead it began sucking its power directly from his own life-force, but he would not give up. Now weak and pale, the Angel managed to pull his weakened body up with the handle of his scythe, a weapon he’d kept at his side the entire time he’d been standing in the room. As he did this the room was illuminated with a light blue and pink mist which shrouded the door as purple-pink and blue feathers floated around the room.
“Destroy him.” Damien said simply, anger dripping from every syllable he spoke. Taylor pouted slightly and released Damien from her hold then, slipping past him to stand at his side with her arms crossed over her lovely chest, gazing up at him as a sly amusement danced in her cold eyes.
“Fine, as long as I get rewarded for my hard work…” She purred, her voice trailing off as her lips fell into a seductive smile. “Now, I’ll take care of the Angel with pleasure…” She turned to face the Angel now, taking off her black shoulder bag and dropping it to the ground before striding over to the weakened creature kneeling on the ground. She smiled at him, but there was nothing kind about the smile, it spoke of evil and cruel intentions.
“Yes, kneel before us you pathetic creature, for it is your fate soon enough.” She gave a light laugh, one that sounded so sweet and innocent, a laugh that could deceive even the most holy of men, but then again, mortal men were easily corruptible, which Taylor knew very well and enjoyed exploiting it. “I almost feel sorry for you…” Taylor cooed gently as she kicked the Angel hard in the jaw, watching in complete amusement as he fell to the floor. “So weak and pathetic…”
She stood over him, her foot resting on his chest as the heel of her shoe dug into the skin. “It must be so hard.” She spit on him at that moment, smiling in such a way that anyone would think she was crazy. “I’m going to enjoy ripping you to shreds and watching you bleed… after all, Damien gets off on it just as much as I do and I’m certain that once this is over we’ll be enjoying ourselves. So let’s make this quick, I have business to attend to…” She pulled her foot back then, allowing the Angel to stand and prepare for a fight, because she preferred a victim who gave her a little challenge, not that the weakened Angle would, but it was nice to hope. “What’s your name? I prefer to know the name of my victim before killing him…” She said sweetly, as if inviting him as a guest into her house.
The Angel stood, trying to fix his appearance slightly by wiping away the blood the trickled from his mouth and smoothing his blue vest. Hesitantly he smiled, gazing at Taylor with both amusement and anxiety dancing in his eyes.
“My, how kind of you to ask for my name. Maybe there’s some decency in demons after all. My name is Alexander, but you can call me Alex.” He said quietly, sarcasm ringing through his words. “And I am here to kill you…” He raised his scythe at that moment, holding it out and preparing himself for battle. He glanced around the room and knew that with every moment wasted one more magical feather disintegrated into thin air; the spell was weakening, and fast.
Taylor giggled, she would look forward to killing this Angel, he pissed her off a bit with his sarcastic words and she refused to be disrespected by anyone not her superior. So she took up her battle stance, raising her hands and allowing her nails to grow about four inches in length so they looked like claws.
Alex felt a loathing for her and the Demon behind her rise within him and it was far stronger then anything he’d ever felt in his life. “I will not let you leave!” So With a burst of anger and an endless compassion for all the good in the immortal plain and on the mortal earth Alex let out a cry of rage before rushing towards Taylor, bring his platinum blade down full force towards the seductress’ exposed chest. But in his weakened state, it wasn't his full potential.
Taylor had still been trying to quell her giggling when Alex attacked, but it only made her laugh harder when he swung his weapon, as if to try and strike her down in his weakened state. But she was allowing her ego to fog her judgment and before she realized what was happening, he swung it down upon her.
Taylor, of course, was trained well enough that she gracefully side-stepped the attack without much difficulty but it did not save her entirely because her arrogance had made her underestimate Alex’s technique and style. Instead, the blade pierced the flesh of her shoulder and though it hurt she only hissed at Alex in anger, he eyes flaring with a passion hot enough to rival the fires of hell. Slowly the deep crimson liquid that gave her life began to pour from the wound, slipping down her pale arm and marring the beautiful and flawless work of art that she was.
“So Demons do bleed red… I guess we have something in common.” Alex scoffed, feeling a little triumph over the wound she now had as he held the weapon fast in her shoulder.
“To strike at a lady is inappropriate for a man…” Taylor growled out, gripping the blade of the Angel’s weapon and, though it cut the skin of her palm and drew forth more of her dark blood, pulled it from her shoulder. She didn’t even bat an eyelash as she did so and now she truly looked insane as a smile of pure hatred lighted her face. “I’m going to make you scream in agony you heavenly b*****d!” She seethed her gaze so intense that if looks could kill, Alex would have been dead at least a hundred times over. “No one mares my skin in battle and lives to tell about it.”
Within an instant she was upon him, a dagger drawn from a hidden strap beneath her skirt and cutting into the flesh of Alex’s left shoulder as she held his weak body down by the throat, her nails digging into the sensitive skin while her hand crushed his wind pipes.
A loud shriek of uncontrollable pain erupted from the depths of Alex’s lungs and he could feel tears streaming from his eyes as they closed in pain. His mortal body had so many flaws and could not withstand an attack of such force, not to mention that he was still being drained by the entrapment spell he’d place upon the room, but even that was slowly fading. Only a few of the beautifully colored feathers still floated in the air, but as the magic weakened Alex’s strength grew. Yet this was only to spite the draconian Taylor that had just sheathed her dagger into his shoulder.
When the Alex had screamed of his pain, Taylor had started to laugh maniacally, her hand twisting the blade into his shoulder even deeper while the hand wrapped around his throat tightened its grip.
“Yes… YES! Scream for me Angel! Let me hear your pain!” She laughed, pure satisfaction dripping from every word. She knew Damien was enjoying the show, he always did and she looked forward to what her reward would be when she finished with the Angel, as she always was rewarded for her work.
Alex silenced his screams and forced his eyes to open. When he had opened his eyes Alex locked his gaze onto Taylor’s, his translucent ice blues looking into her purple-grays. This look was nothing more or less than pure fury, matching Taylor’s own wrath. Suddenly Alex grabbed the hand that grasped the dagger, tightening his fist around Taylor’s hand and pulling the blade away from him and out of his shoulder. As he did this, he kept his gaze of anger locked with Taylor’s to show her that he would not back down, that he would fight till the end.
Alex couldn’t give up, not now. For the sake of having the girl on the right side, for the sake of that girl’s life, he had to fight. He was doing this for the balance of good and evil and this mission depended on this very moment in time and he was not about to hand over the winnings to the likes of Damien and his little partner Taylor.
But as Alex became infuriated it only seemed to heighten Taylor’s own power and pleasure in the whole course of things. “Get angry with me! Fight back! Make it worth my while.” She taunted, keeping her eyes locked with the Angel’s. He did not scare her; she was too much of a risk taker to be scared, even if she was looking at her own death.
Alex held the dagger away from his body now, after pulling it from the flesh of his shoulder, but that development did not faze Taylor at all, instead she thought quickly and acted violently, slamming her head into the Angel’s with skull-crushing force. She, naturally, was perfectly ok even though she now had blood trickling down into her eyes, some of it her own blood while the rest belonged to Alex.
Alex stumbled backwards grasping his now bloodied face, holding his weapon in his right hand now. The blood red glimmer on the blade turned the Demon’s face red as it reflected on to her perfectly chiseled features and he watched the blood trickle down her face as he felt his own trickling down his.
Suddenly, without thinking, Alex was on the move again and with a swift leap into the air he twisted his figure elegantly so that he could see Taylor’s exposed back. Using the moment he’d created, with Taylor caught of guard, Alex stabbed his scythe deep into her back, the tip of the blade protruding out of her stomach. It should have been a fatal hit, but to Alex’s dismay, it was not.
Taylor had been caught completely off guard when Alex had come running at her before launching himself into the air only to land behind her, and it had only taken a few seconds before she felt a stinging sensation in her back that traveled to her stomach. Taylor’s fiery eyes traveled down and she gave a howl of rage when she saw that the blade had pierced through her back and out through her stomach. Of course Damien, who was still in the back of the room enjoying the show, would be able to heal it in minutes when she was done, but it pissed her off that the Angel had actually pushed the weapon all the way through her body, not to mention he’d ripped part of her halter top.
Adrenaline was coursing through her veins now, pumping through every fiber of her being to the point that she was so bloodthirsty she didn’t care how the hell he died; she just wanted the damn Angel dead. She could feel Alex still holding onto the scythe, knowing it had been his last feeble attempt at killing her and hopefully surviving, but unfortunately for him it hadn’t worked. And now, only three of his little magic feathers remained floating through the air, soon enough this would all be over and she and Damien would be walking out the door leaving a dead Angel behind them. It was time to finish this.
Taylor pulled away from the weapon, a loud sucking noise accompanying the movement as the weapon was removed from her body. For the first time she gave a slight grimace but she would not allow something like this to stop her and she immediately spun around and launched herself into the air before her foot came into hard contact with the Alex’s skull, sending him flying into the opposite wall where Damien still stood. Her master smirked down at the Angel’s weak body before turning that smirk up to Taylor, watching as her fury bubbled up and over the breaking point.
“Why won’t you just ******** die already!?” Taylor roared, storming over to Alex and punching him hard in the jaw before gripping his hair and pulling his head back, her eyes boring into his bloodied face with such a loathing you’d think Alex’s face would have melted from the heat of her hatred.
At that exact moment, the magic that had once engulfed the room was no more. The bluish haze that had brightened the dimly lit hell that Alex lay in was no more, leaving him in very suffocating darkness.
”You...h-harlot....I shall send you back to hell!” Alex whispered, gazing up at her with one eye swollen shut from the heel of her shoe digging into the side of it. Taylor smiled when he called her a Harlot, laughing when he said he’d send her back to hell. She’d love that really, and then she wouldn’t have to spend her time hunting some kid down in the mortal realm.
Suddenly Alex smiled slightly as he wearily lifted his hand up towards her and wiggled his fingers in mid air. He seemed to be delusional now as he played with the air in front of him before once again he raised his head up, looking at Taylor with his good eye as he laughed. “Feel a tickle yet?” He questioned, smiling at her insanely.
Taylor didn’t even bother to look back at him, deciding to occupy herself with licking the Angel’s blood from her fingers, feeling a thrill run down her spine just from the simple purity it held, she paid no attention to Alex’s insane muttering. But now there was a glimmer of something that looked like wire which led from Alex’s hand to Taylor’s throat. Clenching his hand into a fist, the wire tightened around Taylor’s neck, drawing forth her blood as it dug into her skin. Alex was fighting hard to hold, hoping he could kill Taylor before he gave out. ‘Just a little longer…’ He thought
Taylor hadn’t been paying attention to Alex but she did once she felt a tight pressure around her neck and realized what he was doing. She growled at him, glaring down at his battered face. She was growing tired of this and was ready to finish it. So with a sudden burst of strength Taylor used her claw-like nails and scratched the Angel across the face, leaving deep, bloody cuts on his already marred face and severing the hold he had upon her neck.
”M-must… get the girl…” Alex muttered quietly as he slowly began to fade from consciousness. Taylor smiled down at him, letting her nails return to their normal size.
“I plan to.” She replied coldly, gripping his hair with even more force, slamming the back of his head into the wall and enjoying the crack she heard as a result. Then, thoroughly satisfied with her work, she threw the limp body of the heavenly being to the ground at Damien’s feet before stepping over to her master and smirking triumphantly at him.
“Happy now? I took care of our problem. The Angel is finished with and the barrier broken, though I suggest you heal me before we go anywhere…” Taylor said, acting as if the hole in her stomach was no big deal; that she wasn’t bleeding from several different places. In actuality, Taylor really enjoyed it and she knew Damien was probably just as turned on as she was from all the violence. “You can taste my blood if you want too…” She cooed at Damien, tempting him with the sweet tasting substance. “I know you want too…” She smiled coyly, reverting back to her more playful persona.
Damien smiled wickedly at his little companion, knowing exactly what he wanted of Taylor. He had watched the fight intently, relishing in the blood and tension that had filled the air. It was enough to make even the most hardened demon weak, and he was the most hardened of them all.
But even though he had half the mind to through Taylor to the ground where they stood and have his way with her, he forced himself to remember the task at hand.
“Now is not the time Taylor, we have a job to do.” Damien said solemnly stepping past the young demon and heading for the door. He could sense aura of a lesser Angel out in the hallway and recognized it to be an aura similar to the Angel Taylor had just killed. A malicious smile spread quickly across Damien’s face as pulled open the door and caught a fleeting glimpse of long blonde hair disappearing into the shadows towards the stairwell. Obviously the thing had realized her mentor was dead and she was in dangerous territory. Damien looked back at Taylor who was also gazing out the door with her eyes narrowed; she’d felt the presence of a lesser Angel as well.
"You know what you have to do Taylor, get to it." Damien said quietly, his voice gentle but filled with power that demanded respect.
Taylor walked quietly over to Damien, the hole in her stomach already closing from the minor healing spells she already knew and all the other wounds she received had healed.
“You’re no fun…” Taylor murmured when she reached Damien, brushing past him and moving out into the hallway. She placed the strap of her bag back onto her shoulder before turning around and looking at her superior. “It’s a good thing I brought an extra pair of clothes but now I have to find a bathroom in order to clean myself up. This sucks!” She complained, pouting once again, it was her favorite mortal expression after all. “I don’t think I’ll be able capture her today, I need to find the girl for one thing and then get her to trust me… do we have some place to stay until I can accomplish this task? A house, an apartment, something?” She questioned, pulling out the red tank top and jean skirt she’d stuffed into her bag earlier.
Damien sighed explosively, and rolled his eyes at Taylor’s antics. Sure the girl was good to have around and she did everything he asked her to do but at times he found himself annoyed by her antics.
"No, we don't have a place, but has that ever stopped us before? We'll just find an empty apartment and stay there." Damien was glad of one thing, on a whim he could allow himself not to be seen by the mortals around him, which made living in some abandoned apartment easy. He kept himself visible to Taylor only but that didn’t stop angels, including the weaker ones, from seeing him as well. Besides, Damien wanted to spend as little time on Earth as he could; knowing that the Angel they’d just gotten rid of would be back. They couldn't really kill it, all they did was destroy its flesh vessel and Damien knew it would be easy enough for him to get another. All Taylor had done was give them a little more time.
There was also something else that bothered Damien which made him want to complete their job so quickly and though he wouldn't voice his them openly, he had his concerns. The Angel had been able to use a bit more of his power then even Damien was currently capable of. Damien suspected it was that his mortal vessel was unable to withstand the sheer force it took to use his own power or it was just that he wasn't allowed on the mortal plain; he couldn't know for sure.
Taylor smirked at Damien, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder as she stepped closer to him. She then stood on her tiptoes so that her lips brushed gently against his left ear.
“I’ll find the kid, don’t worry… master…” You could hear the smile in her voice as her tongue snaked out to gently trace along the back of Damien’s ear, Taylor’s playful way of saying goodbye. She then pulled away, bowed her head slightly, turned on her heel and headed off down the hall to find a bathroom to change her clothes and wash-up. Her heels clicked loudly in the silent hall as her hips swayed seductively, and within a few moments she had turned a corner and was gone, ready to finish her task and reap the reward she knew Damien would give her and it would be more then just a kiss.
