[Story]Angel's feather
Title: Angel's feather
Chapter: 01/??
Fandom: Original [Red Dragon]
Language: English
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: violence, sex, emotional distress
Pairings: Ruan/Kuan, Kuan/Yuki, Ruan/Kuan/Yuki
Summary: Yuki gets cast out of heaven. What will happen to him now?
Slowly Yuki set one foot in front of the other, eyes straight ahead, fixed on the air in front of him. On the edge of his vision he felt the darkness lurk but he couldn't give up now. He could feel them behind him, around him, attracted by the smell of his blood. The blood that was oozing out of innumerable small wounds. He knew it was madness to come here now, but he had no where else to go.
After they'd found out it had all gone fast. When he'd returned from one of his trips they'd waited for him, dragged him to the throne of god. And the high lord hadn't needed more than a quick glance to judge him and seal his fate.
He stumbled on a none existing stone. Biting his lower lip he strengthened his inner defense as he could hear them lurch. But they were flung off by his shield. They snarled and hissed all around him but Yuki didn't give up. Step after step he moved through the crowd that yearned for him in the worst way possible.
They'd dragged him from the chamber and out into the open, the avenging angels around him, pulling off his coat and then his shirt, his boots already gone. And he let them. He'd known he gave up his life with what he did. So he let them rip his clothes away, bruising his skin on the way. He'd thought he could stand it, take it. But when they'd started plucking white feathers from his wings he'd screamed in pain. He'd begun fighting, trying to get out of their grip. There were five or six of them but he managed to get free, get free and run for it, flee with them behind him. Their magic was around him, before him, behind him, trying to stop him while their hands with claws for fingers gripped him, ripped at his skin. They tried to grab his wings and just rip them out but he was strong. He was one of the strongest.
He knew he'd almost reached his goal. Through the drumming in his ears he could hear the screaching and the scrambling and the calling of the whores. He ignored them and strengthened his defenses but nothing more came, nothing but the pressure of demon magic he was fighting for so long already.
When he reached the borders of heaven he was all cut up, his arms and legs, his chest and back covered in bloody slashes, his hair dirty and his wings a mess. He felt his strength vanishing so he did the only thing he could do. He jumped and curled in on himself. The avengers were around him, using their wings to keep up with him on his fall, cut him and pull on him, trying to kill him before he entered the demon territory. The way to hell had never been longer than now as he felt through air that felt like glass, that pierced and cut him.
His vision was getting more and more blurry by the second now, his steps wavering more and more as he put one foot in front of the other, whimpering and trembling as his power was seeping away. He knew that his path was painted onto the floor with his own feathers but he couldn't care less. He just walked and walked and finally, when he couldn't take it any longer he gave up, eyes falling shut as he stumbled the last few steps. He could hear them yell and scream even as he fell, but when his head hit the floor everything was over, he didn't see, didn't hear, didn't even smell his own sweat and blood any longer.
Chapter: 01/??
Fandom: Original [Red Dragon]
Language: English
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: violence, sex, emotional distress
Pairings: Ruan/Kuan, Kuan/Yuki, Ruan/Kuan/Yuki
Summary: Yuki gets cast out of heaven. What will happen to him now?
Slowly Yuki set one foot in front of the other, eyes straight ahead, fixed on the air in front of him. On the edge of his vision he felt the darkness lurk but he couldn't give up now. He could feel them behind him, around him, attracted by the smell of his blood. The blood that was oozing out of innumerable small wounds. He knew it was madness to come here now, but he had no where else to go.
After they'd found out it had all gone fast. When he'd returned from one of his trips they'd waited for him, dragged him to the throne of god. And the high lord hadn't needed more than a quick glance to judge him and seal his fate.
He stumbled on a none existing stone. Biting his lower lip he strengthened his inner defense as he could hear them lurch. But they were flung off by his shield. They snarled and hissed all around him but Yuki didn't give up. Step after step he moved through the crowd that yearned for him in the worst way possible.
They'd dragged him from the chamber and out into the open, the avenging angels around him, pulling off his coat and then his shirt, his boots already gone. And he let them. He'd known he gave up his life with what he did. So he let them rip his clothes away, bruising his skin on the way. He'd thought he could stand it, take it. But when they'd started plucking white feathers from his wings he'd screamed in pain. He'd begun fighting, trying to get out of their grip. There were five or six of them but he managed to get free, get free and run for it, flee with them behind him. Their magic was around him, before him, behind him, trying to stop him while their hands with claws for fingers gripped him, ripped at his skin. They tried to grab his wings and just rip them out but he was strong. He was one of the strongest.
He knew he'd almost reached his goal. Through the drumming in his ears he could hear the screaching and the scrambling and the calling of the whores. He ignored them and strengthened his defenses but nothing more came, nothing but the pressure of demon magic he was fighting for so long already.
When he reached the borders of heaven he was all cut up, his arms and legs, his chest and back covered in bloody slashes, his hair dirty and his wings a mess. He felt his strength vanishing so he did the only thing he could do. He jumped and curled in on himself. The avengers were around him, using their wings to keep up with him on his fall, cut him and pull on him, trying to kill him before he entered the demon territory. The way to hell had never been longer than now as he felt through air that felt like glass, that pierced and cut him.
His vision was getting more and more blurry by the second now, his steps wavering more and more as he put one foot in front of the other, whimpering and trembling as his power was seeping away. He knew that his path was painted onto the floor with his own feathers but he couldn't care less. He just walked and walked and finally, when he couldn't take it any longer he gave up, eyes falling shut as he stumbled the last few steps. He could hear them yell and scream even as he fell, but when his head hit the floor everything was over, he didn't see, didn't hear, didn't even smell his own sweat and blood any longer.