Fallen Angel: Damnation

by BioDread

Vejer, Spain 1578

My name is Fernando del Diablo, and I worship Lucifer, the Prince of Darkness.

My tale begins on a warm summer morning. I awaken with the late morning sunlight on my face, I look out through one of the arched, open windows to watch the sea crash against the white, sun-washed beach. Maria stirs slightly to my left, her small hand rests on my bare chest. I kiss Maria's warm, raven hair. The girl's naked body is molded to my arm and leg, my hand slips between her slim thighs to caress her soft womanhood. Maria sighs, she tightens her thighs around my hand, her sex shivers from my gentle touch.

I desire to play with Maria more, but I have much work to do today. I withdraw my hand from Maria's crotch, to the girl's displeasure, and climb out of the bed. I pull on a red, silk robe and walk to the wash room to perform my morning ablutions. Maria is still sleeping when I return to put on a clean shirt and pants. Tucking my black trousers into hard, black leather boots, I kiss Maria's dark tresses again, and leave for my workshop.

Today is a very important day, perhaps the most important day in my thirty-five years of life. Today I plan to perform a summoning, to call forth a servant of my dread master.

Why have I chosen to worship the Devil? My road to darkness began with the quest for knowledge. I have always been a scholar, even when I was but a young boy. I was fascinated by the stories told by the priests of the Church, tales of the Fall, when Adam and Eve were cast out of Paradise after eating from the Tree of Knowledge. I studied the historic struggle between Good and Evil, Man's victories and His failures. The Devil captured my imagination, perhaps I admired Him for daring to defy God, for having the ambition to lay claim to the Earth and the whole of Humanity. My studies led me down dark paths, I discovered the forbidden sects, the orders that devoted their lives and fortunes to the Prince of Darkness. Even in the midst of the Inquisition, the sects continued to worship Lucifer, to perform the dark rites and revel in the midnight orgies by the light of the full moon.

I abstained from the revelries, but I did take advantage of the sects' collections of forbidden lore. I am a private man, a man of discipline and grace. I prefer to enjoy the carnal pleasures in private, Maria is only my fourth lover, a peasant girl from my estate that took my fancy.

The libraries of the Master's followers taught me much. I learned the rituals of summoning, the charms that would bind women to my will, the spirits that could answer any question. With the aid of the damned, my fortunes grew, I became one of the wealthiest men in Vejer.

Wealth and power are not enough. I desire to understand the nature of Hell itself. This is why I enter my workshop now, to prepare for the summoning of one of the most knowledgeable demons dwelling in the Abyss, Lilith, Queen of the Damned.

Lilith is not a Fallen Angel, she is a human, the second human created by God in the Garden of Eden. Adam desired a companion, so God created woman, Lilith. Lilith was restless, however, the Garden was not Paradise for her, it was a prison. She defied God and coupled with Lucifer the Serpent, she was banished from Eden for her crime. Lucifer took Lilith to Hell and made her his Queen for a time. They birthed many children, demons and monsters that craved the flesh and blood of Man. When Lucifer tired of Lilith, he abandoned her to the Darkness. She wandered Hell, fornicating as the desire took her. Lilith wields little power within the Hierarchy, hence my decision to summon her. I believe that I can hold her, and learn from one who has lived since the Beginning of Time.

I use a piece of white chalk to inscribe the Pentagram of Summoning and the Triangle of Protection. I set golden candle stands at each point of the Pentagram, the candles are tall, slender, black. I step into the Triangle and stand behind the podium that holds my spellbook. I take a deep breath, calming my mind and pounding heart. I stretch out my hands, palms facing down.

"Fire of the Dragon, light my way. Fire of Hell, warm my heart. Fire of Heaven, show me the path."

The slim black candles snapped to life, the flames bright azure, dancing sinuously. The tallow filled the workshop with a sweet, cloy perfume, I breathed it in deeply, then flipped to another page.

"Lilith, Goddess of Desire. Lilith, Queen of Hell. I beseech you to come to me. I beseech you to answer my summons."

The white chalk Pentagram began to glow with silver light. The blue candle flames stretched higher, the black wax flowed.

I took a silver knife from the podium and drew a deep line across my right palm. I stretched out my hand again, my blood splashed onto part of the Triangle. The Triangle flared with blood-red luminescence, I was warded now.

The floor began to tremble, cracks appeared in the center of the Pentagram. Red, sulphurous smoke gushed from the cracked floor, the fumes reeked of blood, sweat, and pain.

"Lilith, you are bound to the Star. Lilith, you are bound to my will."

Pale, alabaster hands clawed out of the floor rift. A nude woman still flush with youth climbed free and rose to her feet. My spell was a success, I had summoned Lilith.

The demon woman was a vision of perfection. Lilith's skin was milky white, her hair was a waterfall of gleaming darkness. The Queen's eyes were obsidian pools, her teeth were polished ivory and bared in a wanton smile. Lilith's loins were covered by a long patch of raven pubic hair, her nipples were large, erect, and dark brown.

"Fernando, my love," purred Lilith, running her left hand through her long, slick hair.

I struggled for a reply, I was not prepared for her to know my name.

"Your name is in the Book of the Damned, soon you will dwell with me in Darkness," revealed Lilith as she paced within the silver Pentagram like a caged panther.

"How will I die?" I asked without thinking.

"By the caress of Fire," smiled Lilith, black hair spilling over her bare right shoulder. "You desire to know what Hell is, you will know Hell, more than you ever wanted to."

The door to the workshop began to shake, someone was striking it forcefully.

"Who...?"

"The Holy Inquisition," supplied Lilith with a throaty laugh.

I flipped frantically through my spellbook, searching for a spell to save me.

"I'll wait for you, my love," promised Lilith. She climbed back down into the rift, there was a rumbling of shifting rock, and the floor was whole again.

The workshop door shattered beneath the pikes of the soldiers. The Pentagram and Triangle faded until they were nothing more than scribbles on the stone.

"Fernando del Diablo, you are accused of Heresy!" snapped the officer leading the soldiers. Two rough men seized my arms and shackled them behind my back. I could faintly hear Maria's screams from upstairs as the soldiers dragged me from the workshop.

***

I howled as the flames licked up my body, darkening my skin until the flesh crisped and fell away. I was bound to a pole naked, on display for the screaming masses who reveled at the burning of a heretic. Death took its time claiming me, muscle and sinew flowed like candle wax, I could smell my own burning hair as the flames washed over me, enfolding me in an embrace of eternal agony. I screamed until I could no longer draw breath, then Darkness finally ended my pain.

***

Hell

To my relief, Hell was not the Lake of Fire described by the priests and bishops of the Church. Red was not the prominent color, gray was. I stared out onto a never-ending plain, a flat land of gray ash and swirling dust. Solitary, blackened trees dotted the vista, they were like skeletal crops that would never be harvested. The wind was cool, the last breath of a dying man, the final exhalation of struggling, overworked lungs. The sky was overcast, a smooth sheen of gray with no promise of rain or sunlight, just an eternal, soul-sapping twilight.

Lilith was not waiting for me, as far as I could tell, I was the only soul in existence. With nothing else to do, I began walking straight ahead, my bare feet sinking slightly into the sterile ash, the wind ruffling my short, dark hair.

When I reached the first dead tree, Lilith was outstretched on one of the lower branches, idly playing with her swollen sex.

"Does it meet your expectations, Fernando?" smiled Lilith, her void-black eyes crinkled in mirth.

"I must confess that I never imagined it would be like this," I shrugged.

Lilith let her long legs dangle before dropping lightly to the ground. She swayed towards me, licking blood-red lips.

"I've wanted a new diversion for awhile," whispered Lilith, pressing her nude body against mine, the thick hair of her bush caressing my hardening manhood.

"Will you be my guide?" I prodded, enfolding the demon woman in my arms, her soft breasts warm upon my skin.

"Until you bore me," murmured Lilith, her left hand grasping my shaft and stroking.

I struggled for breath, lowering myself to the silt-covered earth. Lilith mounted me without hesitation, her sex devouring my erection, sucking it deep into her womb. Lilith moaned and threw back her head, her raven tresses cascading over creamy white shoulders, her ripened breasts shuddering as she rode me forcefully, her legs tight against my hips. I reached up and crushed Lilith's pliant breasts in my strong hands. I twisted her fat, swollen nipples, she smiled and moaned deeper, her body writhing faster, her sex squeezing my manhood so hard I could barely draw breath. We coupled endlessly, never slowing, never growing tired. The demon woman brought me to the edge of release many times, but with a subtle relaxation of muscles, she prevented me from achieving satisfaction. I was not the one in command, Lilith was, I was merely the creature she took pleasure from for the moment. Eventually tiring of the game, Lilith tightened around my shaft and allowed me to expend myself inside her. Perspiration covered every inch of my flesh, I was fevered and struggled for air. Lilith was not tired at all, her sleek, pale skin remained dry and cool. She glanced at me through her black mane, she appeared disappointed.

I slowly stood up, my chest still heaving from our lovemaking. Lilith started walking, not waiting to see if I followed. Pressing my left palm over my thumping heart, I stumbled after the demon woman, my manhood aching from our exhaustive joining.

***

After Lucifer and the rebel angels were cast out of Heaven, they were consigned to Hell for all eternity. The Fallen Angels sought to make their own Paradise, so they built beautiful palaces of iron and obsidian. The palaces became fortresses as the Fallen warred with each other, each seeking ultimate dominion over his brothers.

Lucifer dwelled alone, occasionally taking a lover for a short time, but always plotting, always devising ways to make the Earth his. Lucifer's condemned brothers fought over slaves, fought for prestige, and fought for the favor of the Prince of Darkness. Each demon lord had different interests, a different perception of Hell and his place in it. Lilith and I traveled to the palace of Asmodeus. Lilith explained that Asmodeus was the demon of lust and pleasure, a cultured individual who would be the most inclined to answer my questions. When we reached the palace of Asmodeus, I felt inclined to believe the demon queen.

Asmodeus' home was a breathtaking work of art, a fortress of elegant iron spires and a dome of perfectly smooth obsidian. A warm glow emanated from beneath the wide dome, the light of a fire that soothes tired limbs and renews one's strength for a night of strenuous pleasure.

Two huge, ogre-shaped guards with gleaming black skin allowed Lilith and I to pass across a span of glass-smooth obsidian. Sounds of feminine laughter and merry-making filled the arched hallway that we entered, the passage led to the heart of Asmodeus' palace. As we proceeded down the hallway, I observed demons and women in darkened niches, the women pleasuring the Fallen with their mouths. One young, naked girl leaned out of a niche, her hands on her knees while a winged, black demon fornicated with her from behind, its sharp claws digging across the smooth flesh of her shoulders. The scent of musky perfume was everywhere, candles set in holders along the stone walls glowed with a soft golden light that illuminated just enough to define the many shadows and patches of darkness. The echoes of moaning women in the throes of passion was a beguiling music in my mind, but Lilith seemed completely immune, she passed by the scenes of debauchery without a sideways glance, she seemed completely intent upon reaching the throne room of Asmodeus.

The activities taking place in the throne room eclipsed everything I had seen in the hallway. Naked female flesh was everywhere, gleaming with sweat, inflamed with the bruising of whips and riding crops. The cloy scent of feminine honey was thick in the air, I drank it in like a fine wine, my mouth watered and my manhood stiffened in the presence of so much carnal abandon.

The demon prince Asmodeus reclined in a high-backed chair of gold and red velvet, the chair set upon a raised dais in the center of the mass of writhing, sweat-soaked women and demons. Three naked females were on the dais with Asmodeus, two women with sets of leathered wings ravaging a young girl with long, gleaming, gold hair. The women held the girl's legs open for their Master while they sucked and nibbled on their moaning lover's small, saliva-coated breasts. Asmodeus watched the performance idly, but his glowing red eyes shifted quickly to Lilith and myself as we approached the throne, avoiding the entwined limbs and out-reaching hands as deftly as we could.

"The Bitch-Queen," smiled Asmodeus coldly, tapping a solid-ruby scepter within his left palm.

"I bring a new drudge to you, dread prince," proclaimed Lilith, sweeping one slender, pale arm in my direction.

"Drudge?" I murmured.

"Unlike angels who can be either male or female, humans are permanently marked with a gender. Male souls condemned to Hell become drudges, female souls become Jezebels," explained Lilith quickly in a breathy whisper.

"What is your name, drudge?" asked Asmodeus, his gaze leaving me paralyzed with a nameless terror.

"Fer..Fernando del Diablo!"

"Really?" smiled the demon prince in wry amusement. "What were you on Earth?"

"A scholar and student of magic."

Asmodeus glanced at a black-robed figure who stood in the shadows on the far side of the throne room. The figure nervously held an iron-capped staff in his right hand.

"Perhaps you could serve me, Fernando del Diablo," mused Asmodeus, still watching the staff wielder out of the corner of his right eye.

I watched with wide eyes as the staff wielder's cloak spread out like a pair of wings. The wizard hurled himself at Asmodeus, his staff exploding into green flame.

"Your power will be mine!" screamed the cowled wizard as he struck at the demon prince.

Asmodeus slapped the flaming staff aside and gently touched the wizard's chest with the tip of his ruby scepter. The wizard howled in agony, writhing in mid-air while the scepter's magic reduced him to a cloud of gray vapor. The echo of the wizard's screams slowly faded from my ears, the vapor cloud ascended to the domed roof and disappeared.

"You will be my new court wizard, serve me well and you may have whatever you wish," said Asmodeus, cradling his scepter in his wide-sleeved arms once more.

"Thank you, Lord," I bowed elegantly.

"You are cultured, I like that," nodded Asmodeus with a curl of dusky red lips. "Will you be staying long Lilith?"

"No, this drudge isn't as interesting as I had hoped," scowled the demon queen.

"So jaded, Lilith. You should stay here and learn how to really enjoy yourself, I could assist you," purred Asmodeus, baring jagged, shark-like teeth.

"I have work to do. Keep an eye on Fernando, the Master wants to use him for something."

Asmodeus sat up and stiffened at the mention of Lucifer.

"What's going on?" snarled the demon prince.

"You'll find out soon enough," smiled Lilith maliciously, turning on her heel and swaying out of the crowded throne room.

Asmodeus shifted his enraged gaze to me. I quivered on my feet, if I still had a material body I would have voided myself.

"Tell me everything about yourself, from the beginning," bade the demon prince as he relaxed in his throne once more.

I swallowed nervously, then began to tell my tale.

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