Fallen Angel: Damnation II

by BioDread

Hell

Due to the unfortunate demise of the former court mage, my new home became a tower on the outer edge of Asmodeus' palace. The tower was an impressive structure, a spire of solid obsidian with razor-sharp projections running from base to summit. A few narrow windows emitted soft, golden light.

Following Asmodeus' advice given after he had finished interviewing me, I stretched out my right hand and impaled my palm upon a projection of obsidian. Life force energy in the form of burning droplets of blood flowed from my numbing palm into the projection. Scarlet veins of light spread from the projection into the tower wall, then up the entire height of the tower. A portal melted open in a solid obsidian wall, the tower would now recognize me as its master. I wasted no time searching for a pantry or bedroom, since I was simply a soul now I had no need of food or rest. I climbed to the top of the tower, where Asmodeus said my study would be. I reached the summit of the spiraling stairwell and touched the bare obsidian wall before me, it parted like a veil, granting me entry to the court mage's repository of arcane knowledge.

I was surprised to find Lilith sitting at the single massive obsidian desk, her long legs propped on the desktop while she read from a thick leather volume.

"So much for the tower's wards," I remarked sardonically.

"Very little in Hell can keep out a Princess," smiled Lilith as she closed the book in her lap and set it on the desk.

"My research claimed that you were not in favor with the Hierarchy."

"Mortals know less about Hell than they would like to think, you know that from personal experience," countered Lilith.

I bowed smoothly in acknowledgment.

"The Master has a task for you," proclaimed Lilith while she rose from the cushioned leather chair. "You will use the knowledge and lore of this library to find a way into Heaven."

"Why?"

"I could say because the Master commands it, but that would have little impact with you, you cannot fully understand the glory of Lucifer until you have stood in His presence, stared into eyes that would devour your soul and mind if He willed it. No, you will do this because if you do not, you will be condemned to live eternity as a drudge, like the rest of the males."

"You do not need to threaten me, I serve the same Master as you," I retorted sharply.

"Just a little extra incentive, to remind you of your precarious position at Court," smiled Lilith smoothly.

"I repeat my initial inquiry, why do I search for a way into Heaven? The reason could have an impact in my research."

Lilith set one shapely thigh atop the edge of my desk, she bade me to sit in the chair. As I passed the demon woman, she adjusted the plain black robe she wore, the garment loosely closed so that it could reveal a lush thigh or pert breast as the impulse took her. I took my place in the chair, it molded itself to my body, it was not leather, it was human flesh, smooth and warm as a woman's. Lilith smiled at the expression of shock and wonder on my face, then she began her explanation.

"When Lucifer and the rebel angels were condemned to Hell, they were understandably upset. After building their great palaces and organizing themselves, the Princes decided to storm Heaven and lay claim to it. Lucifer, ever prideful, agreed to this plan and led the armies of Hell against the gates of Heaven. Many died as the angels warred against each other. My children did well, slaughtering many angels and supporting Lucifer's hosts as they fought to reach the Gates. Unfortunately, when Lucifer and the Princes reached the Gates, they could not open them. Lucifer cast the most powerful invocations that He knew, He used the Word that should have opened the portals instantly, but the Word no longer had power. Enraged, Lucifer and the Princes attacked the Gates, unleashed such foul sorceries that the very air screamed in agony and Reality itself threatened to unravel. Still, the Gates did not open, nor were they harmed in any way. Defeated, the Infernal Hosts retreated back to Hell, and Lucifer sealed himself within His palace. He spoke to no one, not even me, until you pledged yourself to Him. He believes that you can solve the puzzle of the Gates."

I sat back in my chair and mulled over all that Lilith had said. I stroked the right arm of the chair idly, the flesh trembled slightly with pleasure.

"Thank you, Lady," I nodded politely. "I will begin my research immediately."

"Good. I wish you luck, Fernando," bade Lilith. She left the desk and hurled herself out one of the narrow windows, she became one with the darkened sky.

Pondering within my chair's warm embrace, I gazed at the many books lining the walls. There indeed would be much to learn.

***

Time has no meaning in Hell, but events continued to transpire on Earth. After I had completed my first reading of every book in Asmodeus' library, Lilith came to me again, this time with a visitor.

"How progresses your research?" Lilith inquired, standing behind a small form wrapped in a tattered brown cloak and hood.

"I have completed my initial readings of these tomes. I have a few hypotheses, but I will require more time to fully prove them."

"Perhaps this gift will inspire you," smiled Lilith mischievously. She tore away her companion's cloak and hood, revealing a young girl of roughly fifteen years. The girl had long, golden, curly hair that fell well past her shoulder blades. She wore a strange, pink dress with an incredibly wide skirt, the dress was marred by soot and blood.

"Who is this?"

"Say your name," prodded Lilith with a sharp poke to the girl's ribs that made the child wince.

"Desirae," stammered the girl, her eyes shifting wildly from place to place, her small, smudged lips trembling violently.

"She's a new Jezebel, I believe she was shot by a Union soldier when she tried to escape her burning plantation," related Lilith cooly, playing with Desirae's gleaming curls.

"Why was she condemned to Hell?"

"She fornicated with her own father, she rather enjoyed it, didn't you, dear?" chuckled Lilith.

Desirae blushed hotly, lowering her eyes to the floor.

"Shame is wasted here, child," I said sternly.

Desirae slowly raised her face to look at me, she smiled unabashedly.

I nodded in approval. "I will take her."

"Enjoy, but not too much, you still have work to do," reminded Lilith before she departed.

"Do you..want to fuck meh?" asked Desirae hesitantly, a finger toying with a single, long curl.

"Where did you learn to speak so uncouthly?" I frowned.

"The overseers, theh talked that weh to the slaves."

I crooked an eyebrow as I listened to the girl. "What a charming accent, I haven't heard its like before."

"Thank yeh, seh," curtsied Desirae gracefully.

I offered my left hand to Desirae. The young girl tentatively took it, and I led her to my bedroom.

***

I do not require sleep, but bedrooms in Hell are not meant for slumber, they are constructed for carnal activity and for maintaining one's appearance.

"Take off that dress, I shall find you more fitting apparel until I can get you some clothing of your own."

Rummaging through my spacious closet, I retrieved a simple red silk robe for my new concubine. When I turned to present it to Desirae, she stood naked before me, her slim arms crossed over her tiny belly. Desirae's breasts were small, with unusually large, round nipples. She had a small patch of gold pubic hair just above her clitoris, her sex was incredibly smooth, with pink, swollen lips.

"Do ah..please yeh, seh?" murmured Desirae shyly.

"You are very lovely, you will grow into a beautiful woman," I replied as I draped the robe over Desirae's small shoulders.

"Will ah...grow, seh?" asked the girl, looking up at me over her shoulder.

"I believe so. Hell changes all of us. See? My skin is dark red and scaled now, my eyes have darkened and grown serpentine," I pointed out.

"Ah thought yeh were a dehmon, seh," grinned Desirae.

I stroked my concubine's soft, silky hair, she had a very pretty smile. "No, I once was human just like you...once."

Desirae sensed my melancholy. She slid her small hands into my black robe, her palms were cool and gentle.

"Take meh like my pappa did, seh," smiled Desirae, pressing her petite body next to mine.

It seemed like forever since I had coupled with Lilith, the day I had been damned for eternity. I buried my face in young Desirae's golden tresses, her hair was sweet and perfumed with her own, beguiling scent. I wrapped my arms around the girl's thin waist, she clung to me tightly.

Desirae was young, but she had learned much from her father. She encouraged me to take her from behind, and I eagerly granted her wish. We coupled upon my large, four-poster bed, Desirae naked and resting on hands and knees, moaning huskily as I sheathed my manhood inside her. The young girl's sex was pleasurably tight, it enfolded my member, coating it with thick honey. I wrapped my bare arms around Desirae's waist, my right hand descending to her crotch to massage her aroused clitoris. My stimulation of her bud made Desirae pant faster, she flexed her slim thighs, rubbing her little buttocks against my sex, forcing my shaft deeper into her milking orifice.

I kissed the back of Desirae's neck. She turned her head and kissed my mouth, her tongue stroking mine, her breath hot upon my lips.

"Fuck meh, pappa! Fuck meh harder!"

I smiled at her gasped words spoken in the heat of carnal passion. I held onto the sweating girl's hips and rammed faster into her. Desirae arched her back, her damp, golden hair plastered to her flushed skin as she bucked against me, moaning in wanton ecstasy, her small buttocks slapping sharply upon my thighs. I slid my hands over Desirae's hot, gleaming skin, I grasped her tiny, shivering breasts and crushed them in my strong hands while I penetrated her womanhood again and again, my member engorging, ready to burst at my command.

I did not play with my young concubine as Lilith had played with me. I sensed that Desirae was ready to peak, I did not make her suffer. We climaxed together, my young girl squealing as her sex convulsively clenched around my manhood. I released inside Desirae, filling her tiny womb with my gushing seed.

Desirae fell onto her stomach and lay panting upon the sweat-soaked, silk sheets. I caressed my concubine's creamy, fevered flesh, my palms sliding over her back, her rounded buttocks. I gathered her musky, golden hair in my hands and kissed the back of her neck again. Desirae shivered, turning to kiss me hungrily on the mouth.

"Did ah please yeh, seh?" smiled Desirae expectantly, pouting with moist, sensual lips.

"You made your pappa very happy," I smiled in return.

***

With Desirae serving my every whim and an intellectual challenge stimulating my mind, damnation became a dream of contentment. Everything was not bliss, however, Lilith remained my taskmaster, observing my progress, urging me to work faster.

When Lilith threatened to take Desirae away from me, I knew that time was running out. I labored ceaselessly, ignoring my concubine's pleas for attention, dedicating every moment to finding a solution to Heaven's Gate.

Finally, I formulated a theory, but I would require evidence to confirm it. I left my tower, Desirae at my side in a simple black tunic that hung scandalously short upon her slender thighs. I held Desirae's hand, the milling demons would not harm her if they knew she was mine. I entered Asmodeus' throne room without challenge, I had not visited this place since my arrival. The eternal orgy continued, some of the woman were new, but the actions were the same. Desirae watched in wide-eyed wonder, I could smell the excitement within her loins.

"It has been awhile, court mage," smiled Asmodeus darkly from his golden throne. "Do you have news?"

"I believe I have found a way to open the Gates of Heaven, but I must go to Earth to insure my theory is sound."

"Why must you do this?" frowned the demon prince.

"Guardian angels dwell on Earth, aiding and protecting the favored of God. I need to see a Guardian angel ascend to Heaven, if my theory holds, a Guardian angel is the key to open Heaven."

Asmodeus regarded me with his cold, reptilian eyes. He slowly smiled, fondling the ruby scepter within his clawed grasp.

"You may go to Earth, but I will send someone to protect you."

"I require no keeper," I replied indignantly, my spine stiffening.

"Remember your place, drudge," hissed Asmodeus, his eyes crackling with flame.

"Please forgive me, Master," I bowed low from the waist.

Asmodeus made a gesture and a demon parted from the mass of fornicating bodies. It was a male, dressed in strange, snug, leather pants and a partially open red silk shirt. The demon was in human form, with short, raven hair and brown eyes. He smiled insolently at me, removed a roll of tobacco from a shirt pocket, and lit the roll tip with a tongue of green flame emanating from his left index finger.

"Adonis at your service, honored wizard," bowed the demon, poorly imitating my previous courtly genuflection. "And at your service as well, lovely lady."

Desirae giggled at my side, I glared her into silence.

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