part three!
And now for the depressing ones. D: ksjdfaeh
Word Count: 625
Rating: PG for mentions of violence?
Characters: Dezso, Trissen
Notes: Dezso is a main character, Trissen belongs to the ruler of the Fifth level of Hell as his shotabait. They're both my characters; this is after a part where Five rescued Dezso from Mr. Mean Man Caim. D:
Dezso didn't really know what to make of the boy, small hands and face and seeming too young to have done anything to warrant being in Hell. He wondered for a second what his story was before the headache pounding through his temples forced him to close his eyes, lay back down. A small blessing that his eyes had developed, but it would take him a while to be used to seeing things again. A gasp as unseen hands tugged at the blanket, and he was staring at the boy again, eyes wide and gaping on both parties. "I'm just..you looked kind of cold," the boy muttered, gaze averted, before turning and leaving the room quickly. Dezso shook his head, laid back down. He was a rather pretty child, though. If he hadn't known any better, he might think he was a girl, something androgynous. He raised his arm, dropped it over his eyes as he tried to rest.
Trissen walked away from the door as quickly as he could, hands clenched tightly into fists. He didn't know what the man's problem was, how he'd come to end up as he had at their-- Grey's house, wished that Grey would hurry in finding his master. It wasn't so bad, seeing another human, for there was simply nothing else he could be-- fragile and easily broken, and Trissen didn't envy him at all.
He just wanted him out of the house.
--
He came awake to find the boy staring at him, and Dezso could only think of how relieved he was that it hadn't been Caim or Cole, that he hadn't been dreaming. The boy dropped a stack of linens on a chair, walked over to him. Dezso's eyes went wide as those same small hands cupped his cheeks, pulled him closer. What-- And up close, he was adorable, pretty and porcelain, and with a faint musk about him that he hadn't noticed before. But it didn't fit in with the rest of him, something strange and different and remotely familiar. ...sex? His mouth dropped open as it came to mind, and the boy looked into his mouth, as though that'd been his purpose all along.
Trissen hadn't been expecting to see it. Hollow, pink and white teeth, and-- and his tongue was missing, what the...
His hands dropped away, a reflexive step back, and he stared at the man in the bed. Not so much revulsion on his face; more some mix of horror and pity. So that was why he never said anything. A slight blush burned his cheeks, and Trissen went back to arranging the linens, a reluctant guilt for his previous attitude forcing him to step back a moment. He saw the man look away out of the corner of his eye, some sick, sad smile on his face, and more than before, he began to wonder what had happened. Who'd done such a horrible thing to him.
There was a quiet pause, almost awkward as it stretched, before the youth trailed back to the door. Dezso didn't look up. He had an idea of what he must look like, it was just a shame that the boy had bore witness. But then there was a quiet clearing of his throat, and clear green eyes were looking at him from the doorway. "My name's Trissen. You can..." A pause as he chewed on his lip, eyes cast to the side for just a second as he considered what to say. Dezso cocked his head to the side just a little, curious, and then Trissen's eyes were on him again.
"You're safe here."
And then the door was shut, and Dezso wondered if it would hurt if he were to cry.
Word Count: 709
Rating: G
Characters: Dante, Trissen
Notes: Dante is Dezso's boyfriend/beloved thing. He belongs to daiyaonna, and Trissen belongs to Five, even though I made him up. ): Ipos is Five's real name, by the way.
The first thing that came to mind was that he was huge. Not so large as Grey, at least not in Trissen's eyes, but he was still tall, broad, reminiscent of the twins who sometimes visited Six. Trissen didn't know if that meant he was an angel, too, and some part of him didn't really care; too caught up by the sheer size of him, and he had to look down at himself, so very small in comparison, wonder if he'd ever get to even a fraction of that height. The boy trailed back to their guest's room, peered in at him. His tongue was starting to grow back in, but it was still painful for him to talk, worse to hear him attempt it. If that was his master, then why did he look so frightened..?
A small smile his way, and he had to try to reassure him somehow-- "Don't worry, Sky. It'll be okay.." It was the name he'd come up with for the man when he hadn't been able to talk, staring at mismatched eyes that reminded him so much. He turned and ran back to Grey's side, leering at the newcomer. He didn't look like such a bad man, but appearances were deceiving. If he'd been the man to hurt him like that..
A curious glance at the child by Ipos' side, and Dante wondered why the boy was staring at him so. Never seen him before, but that was to be expected of the different levels in Hell, and he couldn't really be bothered to wonder after him, more pressing matters at hand. He cleared his throat, gaze returned to the seemingly uncaring face before him. "I've come to..retrieve Dezso." And then, almost as an afterthought, "--please." He had no time for the formalities, didn't care so much anyway. He just wanted to see Dezso.
There was a quiet scoff, and one large hand fell onto Trissen's shoulder. Warm, fond, though not nearly so comforting as usual; no impropriety in front of the guests, perhaps. Ipos looked down at the boy, nodded towards Dante. "Trissen, would you show Dante to..Dezso's room, please? I'll be along in a moment." There was a sidelong glance at him, not altogether trusting, and Trissen nodded, motioning to Dante. "Come along," he murmured, walking off without a second glance to be sure he was following.
Dezso? Sky fit him better.
They walked along in silence, Trissen more than perfectly happy with it, before there was a voice, quiet and wavering. "Is...he alright?" The boy stopped, turned to look back Dante. It was slightly unnerving, piercing eyes staring up at him, but he met them as best he could, relief at finding Dezso warring for space with the fear of what it was that he might find. Trissen stared at him for a moment, that hurt on his face. He looked...haggard, worn. Worried, more than anything. Maybe he distrusted him a little less, and Dante was surprised to find the boy turning towards him, arms crossed over his chest as they stopped in front of a door.
"You're not the one that hurt him?" The question sent a shock along his nerves, violent and fearful and pained, and Dante felt a cold chill sweep through him. Hurt. Licking suddenly dry lips, he shook his head, finding his voice gone. "Are you lying to me?" Dante closed his eyes for a moment, tried to regain some composure. "I swear it upon anything that I am... I would never wish any pain befall him." Much less inflict it myself. Almost horrified at the thought that he could, but he could see something processing through the boy's head. Trissen stared at him for a moment, trying to decide whether he could be believed. But Grey seemed certain that Sky was his...
A slight nod, and he stared at Dante. "Don't-- don't hurt his feelings." And he opened the door, stepped back to let the angel into the room and closing the door behind him, though he left it open just slightly. Waiting. And he heard it in the voice, knew that Grey was right, then: "...Dezso--" And he shut the door.
...he still thought Sky sounded better, though.
Word Count: 378
Rating: G
Characters: Elan, Aron, Dezso
Notes: All mine again. Elan and Aron are a pair of twin angels. Elan got seduced by a Fallen Angel while he was on a visit to Hell, and Aron fell in with the Sixth ruler. Heretics. |D This is before they Fall, seems like. Also, Aron seems to have an obsession with putting people in dresses.
They made too pretty a pair, really, almost shining, so very beautiful, and Dezso couldn't quite believe his eyes. They regarded each other slowly, mirrored sets of blue eyes examining blue and grey, and if he hadn't been so intrigued by them, it might have been somewhat unnerving. But then one of them smiled, took his hand in both of his. "You're very pretty, you know that?" he asked, bright smile and clasping his hand warmly. "What's your name?"
It took a moment for him to find his voice, a quiet intake of breath as his might caught up. They were stunning, beautiful and entrancing, almost hypnotic in the way they seemed to shimmer; Dezso could only assume from their height that they too were angels, though theirs was a different beauty than Dante's. He couldn't help hoping they wouldn't Fall, would never lose that strange quality about them, stuttering as he tried not to seem too rude. "I-- I'm Dezso. Dez. You two are..wow."
High laughter then, and he couldn't help but wonder why the one was talking, and the other was...just standing there. The talkative one elbowed the frowny one, tugged on a lock of silver-platinum hair. "Elan, the lovely creature just complimented us, don't be so rude!" Elan jumped, surprised, a faint shadow of a blush staining his cheeks. "Er-- thank you, Dezso. I'm Elan, this is my brother, Aron. It is a pleasure to meet you. You must pardon me, I was--" He paused, letting a small smile slip onto his face, "--your eyes are quite exquisite."
Dezso smiled, thanking him - briefly, he had to wonder just what it was with his eyes. He knew that Dante loved them, had been singled out sometimes because of them, but to him, they were just...his eyes. It wasn't such a big deal, though, just another compliment, and he froze as one pale hand touched his chin, light in its touch. Aron tilted his head this way and that, beckoned him turn around a couple times before turning to his twin brother.
"What do you think, Elan? Wouldn't he look stunning in a dress? Something to match his eyes. Crystal blue? I'm thinking..."
And somewhere, Dezso couldn't help but wonder just what he'd gotten himself into.
Word Count: 507
Rating: G
Characters: Aron, Elan, Verin
Notes: Aron and Elan are mine; Verin is daiyaonna's. He's also one of a set of twins, but his twin is a douchebag ):
He doesn't know what to make of this new person; distrust, obviously, and something bordering on hatred (but that's a sin, you can't hate if you're an angel but why not?) for the one who took his brother away, and Aron is quiet as he watches them. Observing. What sort of person could tempt his quiet, cautious brother? And his twin, no less. He was babbling about something, Elan clinging to his arm like a limpet, and Aron felt almost bitter, remembering when Elan used to cling to him, stand beside him rather than with the one who caused his downfall. That--
What was a Fallen doing tempting other angels, anyway? He, more than any of them, should know the consequences. It didn't sit right with him, made him distrust him all the more.
Elan had sent word to him, an apology of sorts, wanting him to meet the cause of his Fall. Aron hadn't been aware they'd been on speaking terms, but then again, it was slightly hypocritical of him. After all, he'd been sullied too, and by a circle ruler, no less. But to commit such sin with someone he'd barely met?
He hadn't thought his brother so easy as that.
And the new angel - what was his name? Verin? - just kept talking. Loquacious, was that the word for it? Something about how 'shiny' they were, and how he likes Elan, and has he Fallen, too?, and the mindless sort of babbling that he couldn't stand. At least, when listening to Six, he had a purpose, and a mind towards it. It was fun to counter, to think over, to listen to. But this... This was disappointing, and he had to fight himself to stay seated, if only for Elan's sake.
It wasn't until afterwards, when Verin had gone on ahead, that the two of them got a chance to talk. He could see how Elan might think Verin handsome, almost boyish in his looks, but he still didn't understand--
"I think I might stay with him."
Aron stopped, looked at his brother. "...what?" Elan wasn't looking at him, eyes watching that figure slowly getting away from them. "I--" A quiet laugh, and he turned to him, "I have to make him take responsibility somehow, don't I?" For a second, Aron couldn't answer, wondering how Elan could ever make a joke out of the situation. Hell, how he could even joke at all. (now now, no cursing, little angel) But Elan was serious, or at least seemed to be, and Aron wondered just when it was that he'd lost the ability to read his brother. He sighed, pressed their foreheads together as he took Elan's hands. A comfort thing, something they used to do when they were still young. "..you can find me in the Sixth circle. You know where we always met."
A brief nod in response, eyes closed, and Aron couldn't help but wonder, just for a second, if Verin was looking, and if he'd find them so shiny right now.
Word Count: 681
Rating: PG-13 for mean words
Characters: Caim, Trissen
Notes: Caim is a dick. D: He belongs to daiyaonna.
He stank of blood and filth, painted in hatred and draped in robes interwoven with violence and pain. How someone like that didn't live in the Seventh circle baffled Trissen, but he could never quite bring himself to get near enough to ask. Not by choice, anyway. Sometimes, on the days when Caim would visit Grey, he would turn around and almost bump into the man, or find himself leading the two of them through the halls. Always, always, he could feel him sneering, but he didn't mind so long as Grey was around, knew that everything would be fine. But something about Lord Caim just...didn't feel right.
He felt..twisted. Wrong. And it scared Trissen more than he liked to admit.
Quiet footsteps along the flooring, and Trissen opened the door to Grey's study, something akin to a little smile on his face. Wanting to show him something, almost excited for it, and a chill ran down his spine as soon as he set foot inside the room. The boy looked up, saw blue, could have been a pretty blue if not for the one that bore them, blue eyes watching him. But he wasn't supposed to be here for another week... A step back towards the door, and it took him a second to find his voice. "Um-- sorry. I didn't realize you were here." Harsh laughter as the boy turned to leave, and he hated Caim, hated him with every fiber of his being, almost as much as he was afraid of him.
"Look at the little pet, lost without its master." There was an almost bored quality to Caim's voice, though he was smirking, reclined in his seat with his chin in his hand. "Shouldn't you be sucking cock somewhere, kid? Get lost."
Trissen froze, stared at him as his blood ran cold, "What--" That bastard... Caim waved a hand almost imperiously, as if dismissing him entirely. "You don't actually think it's a secret, do you? The great lord of the Fifth circle is fucking a little boy. Disgusting. A pedophile is our circle ruler." Azure eyes turned to ice as Caim looked at him, and Trissen couldn't help but feel like he was being inspected. "I have to wonder, what fun is it? I do imagine you might make for a good toy the first couple of times, but doesn't it get--"
There was a resounding echo as flesh impacted on flesh, and Trissen hadn't even realized he'd done it until his hand started stinging. "Don't you dare insult Grey like that." Furious, though he was trembling, and he wondered just when he'd crossed the room to get close enough to slap him. Something dangerous flickered in Caim's eyes, rage and all those things that scared him about Caim, and suddenly he was too frightened to realize that he should move, panicked thoughts screaming at him. "Looks like the doll has a bit of a bite to it. Does he like it when you bite him?" It seemed as though time had slowed as that hand moved, from holding Caim's chin and coming towards him. What have I done, oh god, Grey what do I--
"What is going on here?"
Everything froze for a second, and Five shut the door with an almost inaudible click. "Trissen?" It seemed to break the spell, and the boy was too happy to scurry back to his side, almost hiding behind him as he clung to his robes. He couldn't bear to say anything, and it was quiet for a moment before a hand rubbed at his shoulder just lightly. "Go rest in your room. I'll speak with you later." Trissen nodded, left the room without a word. He could hear Grey's voice as the door closed, low as he said, "You weren't to be here for another week," and then he was cut off from the two of them. It seemed as though he could breathe again once the door shut, and Trissen went to his room as told.
He made it a point never to come near Caim again.
Word Count: 636
Rating: R for implied sex
Characters: Dezso, Trissen
Notes: ....daiyaonna wanted to see them porn. Never mind that Trissen is 14. ):
It was somewhat unnerving for Dezso to see that he'd been right about Trissen, and even moreso to find out that he didn't care.
--
He'd still had to get used to being able to see again, to feel the mass of a tongue once more in his mouth, when Trissen had come into the room, shut the door softly behind him. Even with his eyes closed, he'd come to recognize the sound of the boy's footsteps, and a small smile touched his face. It was..nice, to have some company, even though he only wanted to go home to Dante.
In a strange place, one friend was better than none.
He made an effort to sit up, look at him at those footsteps came closer, and it surprised him when the covers shifted, another body slipping underneath with him. Eyes wide open then, and he stared at the boy. Trissen..? But small arms wrapped around him, that pretty porcelain face pressed to his shoulder. Dezso felt his heart sink a little, moved to brush his fingers through that hair as he laid back down. "I hate it when Gr-- when Five has to leave," came the muffled response, fingers tightening into his clothes. A small nod, and Dezso couldn't help agreeing, hating being separated from Dante at any costs as well. Trissen looked up at him, voice somewhat quiet as he asked, "Will you keep me company?" And it was almost immediate that Dezso nodded. Of course he would.
He hadn't been expecting to be kissed.
Trissen pressed forward, lips against his and sitting up properly, and he couldn't help kissing back just for a second, before he realized what was going on. He pushed him away, stared at him. Tried to fight with his new tongue, get some form of speech out. "Wha--" What would Five think? There was a blush on Trissen's cheeks, and he pouted at him. "I won't tell Grey if you don't." There was a slight quiver to his lip, and Dezso began to understand how Five -- Grey? -- couldn't seem to deny him. "I just..get kind of lonely when he leaves."
Then he was kissing him again, and Dezso couldn't bring himself to draw away. Trissen was good at kissing, and he wondered if that was Five's influence coming through. But this-- this was wrong. He pushed Trissen off of him, rolled so that their positions were switched before kissing him again. The boy seemed to like that better, arms coming to loop around his neck and kissing him harder. He couldn't help but wonder just what had come over him, a hand sliding along one thin thigh. Trissen moved to acquiesce, legs spreading and hooking around his to pull him in closer. A shiver went down Dezso's spine, looking down at him. Flushed cheeks, and lips slightly swollen; it was as though the boy was made of enticement and lust, and he groaned just a little at the heat swirling in the pit of his stomach.
"Sky." It was the nickname Trissen had come up with for him, when he'd been unable to talk, and he looked back at him, at wavering eyes and short breath. "Please..." And then it was all just a blur, removing their clothes, absent touches and kissing him so that he couldn't breathe. A hand slid along smooth skin, fingers tracing the line of a hip down to his arousal, and mismatched eyes met emerald as he brushed the boy's arousal. It was wrong, he knew; the boy was obviously underage, and the charge of one of the circle rulers, but-- There was a breathless gasp, legs trembling, and he couldn't help but rub, hips jerking and fluttery little breaths pleading with him. "Sky, please.."
And he wondered how he could ever resist.
Word Count: 434
Rating: G
Characters: Sitri, Dante
Notes: Sitri is the ruler of the Eighth level of Hell. He's also a crossdresser, and is banging Amy, Verin's twin. :D He belongs to me. ♥
Eight wonders why he thought this might be a good idea, but it's too late to change his mind as he steps through the door to his little pet's living quarters. Nothing so grand as his own home, but not enough to be called a slum, and he wonders how he can bear it. There's nothing lovely about it at all. Four different pairs of eyes are on him as he steps into the main sitting room, following after his dear Amy, and there's a slight sense of pride streaming through him at seeing that none of them are so pretty. His twin would be, of course, were he not so unpleasant; though the smaller angel by his side is something of a sight to behold.
Amy's voice is quiet as he introduces them, sparing no time for unnecessary details. "You know Verin. That's Elan," and there's something in his voice that seems to hint at displeasure as he says that name, "Dezso, and Dante." Elan is rather interesting, shimmering and strange, though it's not the sort of beauty he prefers to behold. No interest in a human, though this Dezso's eyes are rather fascinating, and he comes to Dante.
He can tell at first glance that the Fallen doesn't know what to make of him, too tall to truly be a woman, but something about him that doesn't quite discount the possibility that he might be. It's part of the fun he gets out of his daily dress; an added bonus to his preferred appearance. Eight nods to him, an acknowledgment even as he observes him. Not so bad looking, but not nearly as pretty as his Amy, and there's some quiet quality about him that Eight likes. Perhaps it's the way dark hair falls on bronzed skin, or the drape of his robes. He isn't quite positive, but it reassures him to know that Amy has at least one beautiful friend.
They seem to freeze as he strides forward to the one named Dante, the human at his side, moving closer to him. Did he think to block his path? Pathetic. At least Five's Trissen had some sense in him; this one seemed not to know just what it meant to be a circle ruler. He brushed right past the human, leaned to brush a lock of hair back from his forehead. Soft, dark. Fantastic. A small smile, and if Dante had any confusion as to his sex, it was cleared up as he spoke; "You're a rather pretty one, aren't you?"
And it was more than satisfactory, the way they stared.
Word Count: 584
Rating: G
Characters: Deumos, Trissen
Notes: Deumos is the ruler of the Seventh layer of Hell. She's also a super bamf, and seems to be the only one who can really put Caim in his place or stand up to him without getting raped. ): This may or may not be because she's married to his mentor. She belongs to me. ♥
She wondered for a second just where the kid had come from before recalling the rumors about the ruler of the Fifth circle. So they were true, then, were they? Seven strode past milling bodies and demons chained into service, moving towards the slight figure standing by a table and looking at the array of food. He was a small thing, and she couldn't help but hope that the sound of her boots clicking against the floor would scare some sense into him. Really, one of Lucifer's exclusive parties, and the urchin was running around by his lonesome. Did Ipos have no sense?
Seven reached out to grasp a shoulder, felt a prickle of magic go up her arm. Ah, so that was it. Not so alone and lost at all, huh? She glanced around, spotted a head of crimson hair not a meter away. She couldn't decide if it was a good decision on his part, or bad luck for the kid to be kept on such a short leash.
"C-- Can I help you?" It was a timid voice, though it tried to be strong, unwavering. She'd almost forgotten she'd grabbed the boy, saw stunning green eyes when she looked down at him. He was standing up straight, hands clenched into fists at his sides and distrust in his eyes, despite the hint of fear in his voice. Something akin to a smile curved full lips, and she raised her hand to brush back some of his hair. To his credit, he didn't flinch, even dared to move away from her a little. More and more, he was endearing himself to her, and she laughed under her breath.
"Well, aren't you just the cutest thing," she murmured, tried not to let a sneer slip into her words. He was rather cute, wide green eyes, slightly pale, deep black hair. It was almost striking, really, those eyes' resemblance to his, and if he didn't know any better, she'd think this child to be their offspring. The thought of it sent a chill down her back, but she couldn't bring herself to leave him be. Rather, there was the oddest urge to make off with him, and really, the boy was in no position to stop her.
It was neither the time nor place, though, much less any sort of reason, to start a war with Ipos; he did, after all, preside over the vengeful. It wasn't worth it in the long run, and to be honest, she could create much better chaos without stealing the plaything of another ruler. He was rather adorable, though. It would be such a shame not to see him again...
Seven smiled at him, cupped a cheek in one hand as she knelt to be eye-level with him. "You interest me. Come to the Seventh level sometime. You may bring your master, if you choose. I've no issue with Ipos, he may do as he sees fit." She reached into the pockets of her overcoat, was displeased to find it lacking anything that would make a suitable gift for him. It wasn't every day such an interesting child -- human, no less -- came across her path. So she leaned forward to kiss his cheek, dark red lipstick stark against his skin. "I should like to see you again. Do not disappoint me, little one."
And with that, she stood, turned and walked away. She didn't want a child of her own, no. He was just..an interesting anomaly.
Word Count: 615
Rating: NC-17 for rape ):
Characters: Caim, Dezso
Notes: ....so uh. Caim kidnaps Dezso, pulls out his eyes. This is some of the shit that happens after. This comes before his tongue is cut out, and he's rescued by Five.
A strangled sob resounded through the room, and it began again.
He knew there had to be a smirk on Caim's face, or something close to it, limbs pulled in close to himself and trying to resist as he was pulled forward, and Dezso couldn't help a quiet yelp as he was yanked into a solid body. "St--" Hands out to push away, and he was blind, blind, couldn't tell whose hands they were as palms cupped his cheeks. Couldn't tell whose digits they were as thumbs pressed into empty eye sockets, and there was a scream. He didn't want to be hurt anymore, wanted them to leave him alone, go away stop it pleasepleaseplease
Dante where are you
And gloved fingers were tangled in uneven strands of hair again, fingers squeezing the joints where his jaw met his skull. Dezso couldn't help the quiet whine, trying to pull away, keep his mouth shut, because he knew what was coming next, knew it knew it didn't like it though, didn't want it at all. A heavy blow crashed into the side of his head, and he had no choice, then, mouth jolted open and nose filled with the stench of him and taste and choking and it burned to cry.
stop, please stop
Never.
Then that cock was gone, but not the taste, never the taste, footsteps echoing and a click as the door shut, and he knew he wasn't alone, knew it as he knew what would happen next. Caim usually liked to watch as the other one did it, but sometimes he would send him away when he wanted to... So that meant it was Caim, then. And on some twisted level, that was better than someone who had no connection to him at all.
"Get up, whore."
His voice was smug, authoritative. Dezso remained where he was, curling up as small as he could, those words echoing in his head like some sort of music, song, sing-song chant that destroyed him a little more every time. And he was a whore, wasn't he? Sell himself to stay alive, sell himself for money, sell himself for protection, sell himself sell himself sell sell sell and after all's said and done, really, what was left of him for him?
"I said get up!" A boot wedged itself underneath his ribs, impact as he was kicked, and it was immediate reaction to kneel there, cough, hope it would be over soon. Because it never ended, never never, not until he was satisfied and Caim was never satisfied, wouldn't be until he died and that begged the question why didn't he just get it over with already? There were those footsteps coming after him, and he had to try to crawl away, choking as one hand gripped one of his shoulders, shoved him onto his back. Then it was the same order; legs nearly broken, nearly dislocated, searing pain at that intrusion, burning burning pain and did he have any blood left to bleed or was he made entirely of scar tissue now?
Caim leaned forward, leaned in close, could feel the pressure of his body even with bruised and numbing skin, and there was that smirk against an ear, voice low, poisonous. "This is how you truly are. Merely a toy to be used and thrown away." A tongue traced the shell of his ear, bit deep into the lobe. "Do not doubt for a moment that Dante will hesitate to do the same."
Dezso could only scream, only scream, only ever scream and shake and cry, as that tongue slid into an eye socket.
And he wondered if death would ever come for him.
oh my god bedtime now. )8
Word Count: 625
Rating: PG for mentions of violence?
Characters: Dezso, Trissen
Notes: Dezso is a main character, Trissen belongs to the ruler of the Fifth level of Hell as his shotabait. They're both my characters; this is after a part where Five rescued Dezso from Mr. Mean Man Caim. D:
Dezso didn't really know what to make of the boy, small hands and face and seeming too young to have done anything to warrant being in Hell. He wondered for a second what his story was before the headache pounding through his temples forced him to close his eyes, lay back down. A small blessing that his eyes had developed, but it would take him a while to be used to seeing things again. A gasp as unseen hands tugged at the blanket, and he was staring at the boy again, eyes wide and gaping on both parties. "I'm just..you looked kind of cold," the boy muttered, gaze averted, before turning and leaving the room quickly. Dezso shook his head, laid back down. He was a rather pretty child, though. If he hadn't known any better, he might think he was a girl, something androgynous. He raised his arm, dropped it over his eyes as he tried to rest.
Trissen walked away from the door as quickly as he could, hands clenched tightly into fists. He didn't know what the man's problem was, how he'd come to end up as he had at their-- Grey's house, wished that Grey would hurry in finding his master. It wasn't so bad, seeing another human, for there was simply nothing else he could be-- fragile and easily broken, and Trissen didn't envy him at all.
He just wanted him out of the house.
--
He came awake to find the boy staring at him, and Dezso could only think of how relieved he was that it hadn't been Caim or Cole, that he hadn't been dreaming. The boy dropped a stack of linens on a chair, walked over to him. Dezso's eyes went wide as those same small hands cupped his cheeks, pulled him closer. What-- And up close, he was adorable, pretty and porcelain, and with a faint musk about him that he hadn't noticed before. But it didn't fit in with the rest of him, something strange and different and remotely familiar. ...sex? His mouth dropped open as it came to mind, and the boy looked into his mouth, as though that'd been his purpose all along.
Trissen hadn't been expecting to see it. Hollow, pink and white teeth, and-- and his tongue was missing, what the...
His hands dropped away, a reflexive step back, and he stared at the man in the bed. Not so much revulsion on his face; more some mix of horror and pity. So that was why he never said anything. A slight blush burned his cheeks, and Trissen went back to arranging the linens, a reluctant guilt for his previous attitude forcing him to step back a moment. He saw the man look away out of the corner of his eye, some sick, sad smile on his face, and more than before, he began to wonder what had happened. Who'd done such a horrible thing to him.
There was a quiet pause, almost awkward as it stretched, before the youth trailed back to the door. Dezso didn't look up. He had an idea of what he must look like, it was just a shame that the boy had bore witness. But then there was a quiet clearing of his throat, and clear green eyes were looking at him from the doorway. "My name's Trissen. You can..." A pause as he chewed on his lip, eyes cast to the side for just a second as he considered what to say. Dezso cocked his head to the side just a little, curious, and then Trissen's eyes were on him again.
"You're safe here."
And then the door was shut, and Dezso wondered if it would hurt if he were to cry.
Word Count: 709
Rating: G
Characters: Dante, Trissen
Notes: Dante is Dezso's boyfriend/beloved thing. He belongs to daiyaonna, and Trissen belongs to Five, even though I made him up. ): Ipos is Five's real name, by the way.
The first thing that came to mind was that he was huge. Not so large as Grey, at least not in Trissen's eyes, but he was still tall, broad, reminiscent of the twins who sometimes visited Six. Trissen didn't know if that meant he was an angel, too, and some part of him didn't really care; too caught up by the sheer size of him, and he had to look down at himself, so very small in comparison, wonder if he'd ever get to even a fraction of that height. The boy trailed back to their guest's room, peered in at him. His tongue was starting to grow back in, but it was still painful for him to talk, worse to hear him attempt it. If that was his master, then why did he look so frightened..?
A small smile his way, and he had to try to reassure him somehow-- "Don't worry, Sky. It'll be okay.." It was the name he'd come up with for the man when he hadn't been able to talk, staring at mismatched eyes that reminded him so much. He turned and ran back to Grey's side, leering at the newcomer. He didn't look like such a bad man, but appearances were deceiving. If he'd been the man to hurt him like that..
A curious glance at the child by Ipos' side, and Dante wondered why the boy was staring at him so. Never seen him before, but that was to be expected of the different levels in Hell, and he couldn't really be bothered to wonder after him, more pressing matters at hand. He cleared his throat, gaze returned to the seemingly uncaring face before him. "I've come to..retrieve Dezso." And then, almost as an afterthought, "--please." He had no time for the formalities, didn't care so much anyway. He just wanted to see Dezso.
There was a quiet scoff, and one large hand fell onto Trissen's shoulder. Warm, fond, though not nearly so comforting as usual; no impropriety in front of the guests, perhaps. Ipos looked down at the boy, nodded towards Dante. "Trissen, would you show Dante to..Dezso's room, please? I'll be along in a moment." There was a sidelong glance at him, not altogether trusting, and Trissen nodded, motioning to Dante. "Come along," he murmured, walking off without a second glance to be sure he was following.
Dezso? Sky fit him better.
They walked along in silence, Trissen more than perfectly happy with it, before there was a voice, quiet and wavering. "Is...he alright?" The boy stopped, turned to look back Dante. It was slightly unnerving, piercing eyes staring up at him, but he met them as best he could, relief at finding Dezso warring for space with the fear of what it was that he might find. Trissen stared at him for a moment, that hurt on his face. He looked...haggard, worn. Worried, more than anything. Maybe he distrusted him a little less, and Dante was surprised to find the boy turning towards him, arms crossed over his chest as they stopped in front of a door.
"You're not the one that hurt him?" The question sent a shock along his nerves, violent and fearful and pained, and Dante felt a cold chill sweep through him. Hurt. Licking suddenly dry lips, he shook his head, finding his voice gone. "Are you lying to me?" Dante closed his eyes for a moment, tried to regain some composure. "I swear it upon anything that I am... I would never wish any pain befall him." Much less inflict it myself. Almost horrified at the thought that he could, but he could see something processing through the boy's head. Trissen stared at him for a moment, trying to decide whether he could be believed. But Grey seemed certain that Sky was his...
A slight nod, and he stared at Dante. "Don't-- don't hurt his feelings." And he opened the door, stepped back to let the angel into the room and closing the door behind him, though he left it open just slightly. Waiting. And he heard it in the voice, knew that Grey was right, then: "...Dezso--" And he shut the door.
...he still thought Sky sounded better, though.
Word Count: 378
Rating: G
Characters: Elan, Aron, Dezso
Notes: All mine again. Elan and Aron are a pair of twin angels. Elan got seduced by a Fallen Angel while he was on a visit to Hell, and Aron fell in with the Sixth ruler. Heretics. |D This is before they Fall, seems like. Also, Aron seems to have an obsession with putting people in dresses.
They made too pretty a pair, really, almost shining, so very beautiful, and Dezso couldn't quite believe his eyes. They regarded each other slowly, mirrored sets of blue eyes examining blue and grey, and if he hadn't been so intrigued by them, it might have been somewhat unnerving. But then one of them smiled, took his hand in both of his. "You're very pretty, you know that?" he asked, bright smile and clasping his hand warmly. "What's your name?"
It took a moment for him to find his voice, a quiet intake of breath as his might caught up. They were stunning, beautiful and entrancing, almost hypnotic in the way they seemed to shimmer; Dezso could only assume from their height that they too were angels, though theirs was a different beauty than Dante's. He couldn't help hoping they wouldn't Fall, would never lose that strange quality about them, stuttering as he tried not to seem too rude. "I-- I'm Dezso. Dez. You two are..wow."
High laughter then, and he couldn't help but wonder why the one was talking, and the other was...just standing there. The talkative one elbowed the frowny one, tugged on a lock of silver-platinum hair. "Elan, the lovely creature just complimented us, don't be so rude!" Elan jumped, surprised, a faint shadow of a blush staining his cheeks. "Er-- thank you, Dezso. I'm Elan, this is my brother, Aron. It is a pleasure to meet you. You must pardon me, I was--" He paused, letting a small smile slip onto his face, "--your eyes are quite exquisite."
Dezso smiled, thanking him - briefly, he had to wonder just what it was with his eyes. He knew that Dante loved them, had been singled out sometimes because of them, but to him, they were just...his eyes. It wasn't such a big deal, though, just another compliment, and he froze as one pale hand touched his chin, light in its touch. Aron tilted his head this way and that, beckoned him turn around a couple times before turning to his twin brother.
"What do you think, Elan? Wouldn't he look stunning in a dress? Something to match his eyes. Crystal blue? I'm thinking..."
And somewhere, Dezso couldn't help but wonder just what he'd gotten himself into.
Word Count: 507
Rating: G
Characters: Aron, Elan, Verin
Notes: Aron and Elan are mine; Verin is daiyaonna's. He's also one of a set of twins, but his twin is a douchebag ):
He doesn't know what to make of this new person; distrust, obviously, and something bordering on hatred (but that's a sin, you can't hate if you're an angel but why not?) for the one who took his brother away, and Aron is quiet as he watches them. Observing. What sort of person could tempt his quiet, cautious brother? And his twin, no less. He was babbling about something, Elan clinging to his arm like a limpet, and Aron felt almost bitter, remembering when Elan used to cling to him, stand beside him rather than with the one who caused his downfall. That--
What was a Fallen doing tempting other angels, anyway? He, more than any of them, should know the consequences. It didn't sit right with him, made him distrust him all the more.
Elan had sent word to him, an apology of sorts, wanting him to meet the cause of his Fall. Aron hadn't been aware they'd been on speaking terms, but then again, it was slightly hypocritical of him. After all, he'd been sullied too, and by a circle ruler, no less. But to commit such sin with someone he'd barely met?
He hadn't thought his brother so easy as that.
And the new angel - what was his name? Verin? - just kept talking. Loquacious, was that the word for it? Something about how 'shiny' they were, and how he likes Elan, and has he Fallen, too?, and the mindless sort of babbling that he couldn't stand. At least, when listening to Six, he had a purpose, and a mind towards it. It was fun to counter, to think over, to listen to. But this... This was disappointing, and he had to fight himself to stay seated, if only for Elan's sake.
It wasn't until afterwards, when Verin had gone on ahead, that the two of them got a chance to talk. He could see how Elan might think Verin handsome, almost boyish in his looks, but he still didn't understand--
"I think I might stay with him."
Aron stopped, looked at his brother. "...what?" Elan wasn't looking at him, eyes watching that figure slowly getting away from them. "I--" A quiet laugh, and he turned to him, "I have to make him take responsibility somehow, don't I?" For a second, Aron couldn't answer, wondering how Elan could ever make a joke out of the situation. Hell, how he could even joke at all. (now now, no cursing, little angel) But Elan was serious, or at least seemed to be, and Aron wondered just when it was that he'd lost the ability to read his brother. He sighed, pressed their foreheads together as he took Elan's hands. A comfort thing, something they used to do when they were still young. "..you can find me in the Sixth circle. You know where we always met."
A brief nod in response, eyes closed, and Aron couldn't help but wonder, just for a second, if Verin was looking, and if he'd find them so shiny right now.
Word Count: 681
Rating: PG-13 for mean words
Characters: Caim, Trissen
Notes: Caim is a dick. D: He belongs to daiyaonna.
He stank of blood and filth, painted in hatred and draped in robes interwoven with violence and pain. How someone like that didn't live in the Seventh circle baffled Trissen, but he could never quite bring himself to get near enough to ask. Not by choice, anyway. Sometimes, on the days when Caim would visit Grey, he would turn around and almost bump into the man, or find himself leading the two of them through the halls. Always, always, he could feel him sneering, but he didn't mind so long as Grey was around, knew that everything would be fine. But something about Lord Caim just...didn't feel right.
He felt..twisted. Wrong. And it scared Trissen more than he liked to admit.
Quiet footsteps along the flooring, and Trissen opened the door to Grey's study, something akin to a little smile on his face. Wanting to show him something, almost excited for it, and a chill ran down his spine as soon as he set foot inside the room. The boy looked up, saw blue, could have been a pretty blue if not for the one that bore them, blue eyes watching him. But he wasn't supposed to be here for another week... A step back towards the door, and it took him a second to find his voice. "Um-- sorry. I didn't realize you were here." Harsh laughter as the boy turned to leave, and he hated Caim, hated him with every fiber of his being, almost as much as he was afraid of him.
"Look at the little pet, lost without its master." There was an almost bored quality to Caim's voice, though he was smirking, reclined in his seat with his chin in his hand. "Shouldn't you be sucking cock somewhere, kid? Get lost."
Trissen froze, stared at him as his blood ran cold, "What--" That bastard... Caim waved a hand almost imperiously, as if dismissing him entirely. "You don't actually think it's a secret, do you? The great lord of the Fifth circle is fucking a little boy. Disgusting. A pedophile is our circle ruler." Azure eyes turned to ice as Caim looked at him, and Trissen couldn't help but feel like he was being inspected. "I have to wonder, what fun is it? I do imagine you might make for a good toy the first couple of times, but doesn't it get--"
There was a resounding echo as flesh impacted on flesh, and Trissen hadn't even realized he'd done it until his hand started stinging. "Don't you dare insult Grey like that." Furious, though he was trembling, and he wondered just when he'd crossed the room to get close enough to slap him. Something dangerous flickered in Caim's eyes, rage and all those things that scared him about Caim, and suddenly he was too frightened to realize that he should move, panicked thoughts screaming at him. "Looks like the doll has a bit of a bite to it. Does he like it when you bite him?" It seemed as though time had slowed as that hand moved, from holding Caim's chin and coming towards him. What have I done, oh god, Grey what do I--
"What is going on here?"
Everything froze for a second, and Five shut the door with an almost inaudible click. "Trissen?" It seemed to break the spell, and the boy was too happy to scurry back to his side, almost hiding behind him as he clung to his robes. He couldn't bear to say anything, and it was quiet for a moment before a hand rubbed at his shoulder just lightly. "Go rest in your room. I'll speak with you later." Trissen nodded, left the room without a word. He could hear Grey's voice as the door closed, low as he said, "You weren't to be here for another week," and then he was cut off from the two of them. It seemed as though he could breathe again once the door shut, and Trissen went to his room as told.
He made it a point never to come near Caim again.
Word Count: 636
Rating: R for implied sex
Characters: Dezso, Trissen
Notes: ....daiyaonna wanted to see them porn. Never mind that Trissen is 14. ):
It was somewhat unnerving for Dezso to see that he'd been right about Trissen, and even moreso to find out that he didn't care.
--
He'd still had to get used to being able to see again, to feel the mass of a tongue once more in his mouth, when Trissen had come into the room, shut the door softly behind him. Even with his eyes closed, he'd come to recognize the sound of the boy's footsteps, and a small smile touched his face. It was..nice, to have some company, even though he only wanted to go home to Dante.
In a strange place, one friend was better than none.
He made an effort to sit up, look at him at those footsteps came closer, and it surprised him when the covers shifted, another body slipping underneath with him. Eyes wide open then, and he stared at the boy. Trissen..? But small arms wrapped around him, that pretty porcelain face pressed to his shoulder. Dezso felt his heart sink a little, moved to brush his fingers through that hair as he laid back down. "I hate it when Gr-- when Five has to leave," came the muffled response, fingers tightening into his clothes. A small nod, and Dezso couldn't help agreeing, hating being separated from Dante at any costs as well. Trissen looked up at him, voice somewhat quiet as he asked, "Will you keep me company?" And it was almost immediate that Dezso nodded. Of course he would.
He hadn't been expecting to be kissed.
Trissen pressed forward, lips against his and sitting up properly, and he couldn't help kissing back just for a second, before he realized what was going on. He pushed him away, stared at him. Tried to fight with his new tongue, get some form of speech out. "Wha--" What would Five think? There was a blush on Trissen's cheeks, and he pouted at him. "I won't tell Grey if you don't." There was a slight quiver to his lip, and Dezso began to understand how Five -- Grey? -- couldn't seem to deny him. "I just..get kind of lonely when he leaves."
Then he was kissing him again, and Dezso couldn't bring himself to draw away. Trissen was good at kissing, and he wondered if that was Five's influence coming through. But this-- this was wrong. He pushed Trissen off of him, rolled so that their positions were switched before kissing him again. The boy seemed to like that better, arms coming to loop around his neck and kissing him harder. He couldn't help but wonder just what had come over him, a hand sliding along one thin thigh. Trissen moved to acquiesce, legs spreading and hooking around his to pull him in closer. A shiver went down Dezso's spine, looking down at him. Flushed cheeks, and lips slightly swollen; it was as though the boy was made of enticement and lust, and he groaned just a little at the heat swirling in the pit of his stomach.
"Sky." It was the nickname Trissen had come up with for him, when he'd been unable to talk, and he looked back at him, at wavering eyes and short breath. "Please..." And then it was all just a blur, removing their clothes, absent touches and kissing him so that he couldn't breathe. A hand slid along smooth skin, fingers tracing the line of a hip down to his arousal, and mismatched eyes met emerald as he brushed the boy's arousal. It was wrong, he knew; the boy was obviously underage, and the charge of one of the circle rulers, but-- There was a breathless gasp, legs trembling, and he couldn't help but rub, hips jerking and fluttery little breaths pleading with him. "Sky, please.."
And he wondered how he could ever resist.
Word Count: 434
Rating: G
Characters: Sitri, Dante
Notes: Sitri is the ruler of the Eighth level of Hell. He's also a crossdresser, and is banging Amy, Verin's twin. :D He belongs to me. ♥
Eight wonders why he thought this might be a good idea, but it's too late to change his mind as he steps through the door to his little pet's living quarters. Nothing so grand as his own home, but not enough to be called a slum, and he wonders how he can bear it. There's nothing lovely about it at all. Four different pairs of eyes are on him as he steps into the main sitting room, following after his dear Amy, and there's a slight sense of pride streaming through him at seeing that none of them are so pretty. His twin would be, of course, were he not so unpleasant; though the smaller angel by his side is something of a sight to behold.
Amy's voice is quiet as he introduces them, sparing no time for unnecessary details. "You know Verin. That's Elan," and there's something in his voice that seems to hint at displeasure as he says that name, "Dezso, and Dante." Elan is rather interesting, shimmering and strange, though it's not the sort of beauty he prefers to behold. No interest in a human, though this Dezso's eyes are rather fascinating, and he comes to Dante.
He can tell at first glance that the Fallen doesn't know what to make of him, too tall to truly be a woman, but something about him that doesn't quite discount the possibility that he might be. It's part of the fun he gets out of his daily dress; an added bonus to his preferred appearance. Eight nods to him, an acknowledgment even as he observes him. Not so bad looking, but not nearly as pretty as his Amy, and there's some quiet quality about him that Eight likes. Perhaps it's the way dark hair falls on bronzed skin, or the drape of his robes. He isn't quite positive, but it reassures him to know that Amy has at least one beautiful friend.
They seem to freeze as he strides forward to the one named Dante, the human at his side, moving closer to him. Did he think to block his path? Pathetic. At least Five's Trissen had some sense in him; this one seemed not to know just what it meant to be a circle ruler. He brushed right past the human, leaned to brush a lock of hair back from his forehead. Soft, dark. Fantastic. A small smile, and if Dante had any confusion as to his sex, it was cleared up as he spoke; "You're a rather pretty one, aren't you?"
And it was more than satisfactory, the way they stared.
Word Count: 584
Rating: G
Characters: Deumos, Trissen
Notes: Deumos is the ruler of the Seventh layer of Hell. She's also a super bamf, and seems to be the only one who can really put Caim in his place or stand up to him without getting raped. ): This may or may not be because she's married to his mentor. She belongs to me. ♥
She wondered for a second just where the kid had come from before recalling the rumors about the ruler of the Fifth circle. So they were true, then, were they? Seven strode past milling bodies and demons chained into service, moving towards the slight figure standing by a table and looking at the array of food. He was a small thing, and she couldn't help but hope that the sound of her boots clicking against the floor would scare some sense into him. Really, one of Lucifer's exclusive parties, and the urchin was running around by his lonesome. Did Ipos have no sense?
Seven reached out to grasp a shoulder, felt a prickle of magic go up her arm. Ah, so that was it. Not so alone and lost at all, huh? She glanced around, spotted a head of crimson hair not a meter away. She couldn't decide if it was a good decision on his part, or bad luck for the kid to be kept on such a short leash.
"C-- Can I help you?" It was a timid voice, though it tried to be strong, unwavering. She'd almost forgotten she'd grabbed the boy, saw stunning green eyes when she looked down at him. He was standing up straight, hands clenched into fists at his sides and distrust in his eyes, despite the hint of fear in his voice. Something akin to a smile curved full lips, and she raised her hand to brush back some of his hair. To his credit, he didn't flinch, even dared to move away from her a little. More and more, he was endearing himself to her, and she laughed under her breath.
"Well, aren't you just the cutest thing," she murmured, tried not to let a sneer slip into her words. He was rather cute, wide green eyes, slightly pale, deep black hair. It was almost striking, really, those eyes' resemblance to his, and if he didn't know any better, she'd think this child to be their offspring. The thought of it sent a chill down her back, but she couldn't bring herself to leave him be. Rather, there was the oddest urge to make off with him, and really, the boy was in no position to stop her.
It was neither the time nor place, though, much less any sort of reason, to start a war with Ipos; he did, after all, preside over the vengeful. It wasn't worth it in the long run, and to be honest, she could create much better chaos without stealing the plaything of another ruler. He was rather adorable, though. It would be such a shame not to see him again...
Seven smiled at him, cupped a cheek in one hand as she knelt to be eye-level with him. "You interest me. Come to the Seventh level sometime. You may bring your master, if you choose. I've no issue with Ipos, he may do as he sees fit." She reached into the pockets of her overcoat, was displeased to find it lacking anything that would make a suitable gift for him. It wasn't every day such an interesting child -- human, no less -- came across her path. So she leaned forward to kiss his cheek, dark red lipstick stark against his skin. "I should like to see you again. Do not disappoint me, little one."
And with that, she stood, turned and walked away. She didn't want a child of her own, no. He was just..an interesting anomaly.
Word Count: 615
Rating: NC-17 for rape ):
Characters: Caim, Dezso
Notes: ....so uh. Caim kidnaps Dezso, pulls out his eyes. This is some of the shit that happens after. This comes before his tongue is cut out, and he's rescued by Five.
A strangled sob resounded through the room, and it began again.
He knew there had to be a smirk on Caim's face, or something close to it, limbs pulled in close to himself and trying to resist as he was pulled forward, and Dezso couldn't help a quiet yelp as he was yanked into a solid body. "St--" Hands out to push away, and he was blind, blind, couldn't tell whose hands they were as palms cupped his cheeks. Couldn't tell whose digits they were as thumbs pressed into empty eye sockets, and there was a scream. He didn't want to be hurt anymore, wanted them to leave him alone, go away stop it pleasepleaseplease
Dante where are you
And gloved fingers were tangled in uneven strands of hair again, fingers squeezing the joints where his jaw met his skull. Dezso couldn't help the quiet whine, trying to pull away, keep his mouth shut, because he knew what was coming next, knew it knew it didn't like it though, didn't want it at all. A heavy blow crashed into the side of his head, and he had no choice, then, mouth jolted open and nose filled with the stench of him and taste and choking and it burned to cry.
stop, please stop
Never.
Then that cock was gone, but not the taste, never the taste, footsteps echoing and a click as the door shut, and he knew he wasn't alone, knew it as he knew what would happen next. Caim usually liked to watch as the other one did it, but sometimes he would send him away when he wanted to... So that meant it was Caim, then. And on some twisted level, that was better than someone who had no connection to him at all.
"Get up, whore."
His voice was smug, authoritative. Dezso remained where he was, curling up as small as he could, those words echoing in his head like some sort of music, song, sing-song chant that destroyed him a little more every time. And he was a whore, wasn't he? Sell himself to stay alive, sell himself for money, sell himself for protection, sell himself sell himself sell sell sell and after all's said and done, really, what was left of him for him?
"I said get up!" A boot wedged itself underneath his ribs, impact as he was kicked, and it was immediate reaction to kneel there, cough, hope it would be over soon. Because it never ended, never never, not until he was satisfied and Caim was never satisfied, wouldn't be until he died and that begged the question why didn't he just get it over with already? There were those footsteps coming after him, and he had to try to crawl away, choking as one hand gripped one of his shoulders, shoved him onto his back. Then it was the same order; legs nearly broken, nearly dislocated, searing pain at that intrusion, burning burning pain and did he have any blood left to bleed or was he made entirely of scar tissue now?
Caim leaned forward, leaned in close, could feel the pressure of his body even with bruised and numbing skin, and there was that smirk against an ear, voice low, poisonous. "This is how you truly are. Merely a toy to be used and thrown away." A tongue traced the shell of his ear, bit deep into the lobe. "Do not doubt for a moment that Dante will hesitate to do the same."
Dezso could only scream, only scream, only ever scream and shake and cry, as that tongue slid into an eye socket.
And he wondered if death would ever come for him.
oh my god bedtime now. )8