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likely_evil) wrote2008-12-25 12:28 am
likely_evil) wrote2008-12-25 12:28 am
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greypicketfence in which Sam is in Hell as Lilith's consort. After this but before this]
Samael's head rolled on the rack. Today was a bad day and Samael knew he deserved the punishment that had been dealt to him. He had refused her and that meant he was back with Alastair. But this was a short punishment - only 6 months. And he took it, giving the screams Alastair loved to hear so that it went faster.
It hurt less when you screams, Samael had learned.
And now there was the gentle touch on his face, and he opened his eyes to look at her. Lilith smiled at him, her other hand gently pushing back his hair from his face. "My darling, do you feel you have repented from you sins against me?"
"Yes, my love," Samael stated, turning his head to kiss her palm in apology. Lilith smiled at that and nodded, the hooks retracted and he slid off the rack. But he did not fall this time, instead standing on his feet and looking down at the beautiful queen in front of him.
"Then you can come home to me." She took his hand and led him away from the racks, back to the castle he had come to call home.
"Before you can come inside, my love, you must prove to me that you learned your lesson." Lilith moved them to the courtyard where her demon guards stood, a soul on the ground just in front of them.
It was a woman who looked up at him. Eyes that begged for him not to hurt her. "Sam, please..." she begged. Meg was crying as she tried to get the man in front of her to help.
"No." Samael looked at the soul without passion. Without caring. He knew who she was. She was an innocent, now in Hell because of a demon that had trapped her and used her and broke her. She didn't deserve this, but now... he learned that no one in Hell deserved their pain. Just like everyone in jail was innocent of something.
Hell was torture, and the ones who got it... it wasn't his call to make. His queen demanded and he was to obey. He extended his hand out and tilted his head back. Focused on her soul. Careful. Find the point. Her scream.
Meg's scream echoed on the walls of the courtyard as Samael used his power to rip her soul apart without laying a hand on her. To see it lose the shape the soul felt it had and into a shivering mass of sulfur. Then almost like an explosion, the soul burst into flame and dispersed in ashes in the unfelt winds of Hell.
Lilith's arms slipped around his shoulders from behind as she stood on a stone. Her lips caressed the skin of his neck. "Beautiful, Samael. You are mastering your powers, and I am so proud of you."
"I am glad to please you, my queen."
She carefully made Samael turn around so she could kiss him properly. "Now you are welcome back in my home, darling," she whispered against his lips, then pulled away to lead him inside.
Far inside to the grand room that was theirs. "Now you sit, and I will bathe you," she stated, pointing to a mat.
Stripping from his black silk pants, he sat on the spot as she brought a basin to him and knelt beside him. The water from the River dripped from the sponge as she wiped away the rivulets of soul blood from Alastair's cuts. His soul body rebuilt itself until the flesh was once again flawless, except for the scar in the center of his chest. It was faded now, like a man who had perhaps had heart surgery as a child and the scar remained.
"I think you are ready now, my darling. There is much that I need done to continue my reign, and I want you to lead my army. But you have to prove to me that you can handle it." Her fingers ran through his hair, then along the stubble that had appeared on his cheek. She had laughed at it, the soul growing "older" and manifesting in human traits. "You swore to me full obedience, my Samael. I grow tired of having Alastair remind you of that. If you fail me again, I will be forced to take matters into my own hands."
"I will not fail you again, my love." Samael's hand moved to touch her cheek. "I am sorry I was out of place, but I will not do so again. I learned the lesson that you wanted me taught, and I will not repeat it."
"Good." Lilith leaned in and kissed Samael's lips. "Now come and show me your love, my Samael. It has been too long since I have felt you on me, and I have missed you so."
With a sly smirk, Samael pulled Lilith to her feet, then pressed her against his body as he kissed her passionately. In the blink of an eye they were on her large bed, and Samael pushed aside her white robe so his hands could properly worship her flesh. Fingers and lips caressing her as he yearned for the days he had been on the rack. Taking his time and drawing out each and every bit of pleasure that way he could give his queen until he claimed her as he pressed inside of her. Their moans and cries during their act of fornication could be heard through the palace until their energy was spent, and Lilith wrapped Samael in the bedsheets before laying beside him and running her fingers along his back.
"My beautiful Samael," she said softly, smiling to herself as she watched him sleep. "You were right. You are exactly what I wanted... perfect and more than your brother ever would have become. Remind me to thank him for this one day." She kissed his shoulder again, and then curled into the arm that was offer to sleep with her very pretty toy.
greypicketfence in which Sam is in Hell as Lilith's consort. After this but before this]Samael's head rolled on the rack. Today was a bad day and Samael knew he deserved the punishment that had been dealt to him. He had refused her and that meant he was back with Alastair. But this was a short punishment - only 6 months. And he took it, giving the screams Alastair loved to hear so that it went faster.
It hurt less when you screams, Samael had learned.
And now there was the gentle touch on his face, and he opened his eyes to look at her. Lilith smiled at him, her other hand gently pushing back his hair from his face. "My darling, do you feel you have repented from you sins against me?"
"Yes, my love," Samael stated, turning his head to kiss her palm in apology. Lilith smiled at that and nodded, the hooks retracted and he slid off the rack. But he did not fall this time, instead standing on his feet and looking down at the beautiful queen in front of him.
"Then you can come home to me." She took his hand and led him away from the racks, back to the castle he had come to call home.
"Before you can come inside, my love, you must prove to me that you learned your lesson." Lilith moved them to the courtyard where her demon guards stood, a soul on the ground just in front of them.
It was a woman who looked up at him. Eyes that begged for him not to hurt her. "Sam, please..." she begged. Meg was crying as she tried to get the man in front of her to help.
"No." Samael looked at the soul without passion. Without caring. He knew who she was. She was an innocent, now in Hell because of a demon that had trapped her and used her and broke her. She didn't deserve this, but now... he learned that no one in Hell deserved their pain. Just like everyone in jail was innocent of something.
Hell was torture, and the ones who got it... it wasn't his call to make. His queen demanded and he was to obey. He extended his hand out and tilted his head back. Focused on her soul. Careful. Find the point. Her scream.
Meg's scream echoed on the walls of the courtyard as Samael used his power to rip her soul apart without laying a hand on her. To see it lose the shape the soul felt it had and into a shivering mass of sulfur. Then almost like an explosion, the soul burst into flame and dispersed in ashes in the unfelt winds of Hell.
Lilith's arms slipped around his shoulders from behind as she stood on a stone. Her lips caressed the skin of his neck. "Beautiful, Samael. You are mastering your powers, and I am so proud of you."
"I am glad to please you, my queen."
She carefully made Samael turn around so she could kiss him properly. "Now you are welcome back in my home, darling," she whispered against his lips, then pulled away to lead him inside.
Far inside to the grand room that was theirs. "Now you sit, and I will bathe you," she stated, pointing to a mat.
Stripping from his black silk pants, he sat on the spot as she brought a basin to him and knelt beside him. The water from the River dripped from the sponge as she wiped away the rivulets of soul blood from Alastair's cuts. His soul body rebuilt itself until the flesh was once again flawless, except for the scar in the center of his chest. It was faded now, like a man who had perhaps had heart surgery as a child and the scar remained.
"I think you are ready now, my darling. There is much that I need done to continue my reign, and I want you to lead my army. But you have to prove to me that you can handle it." Her fingers ran through his hair, then along the stubble that had appeared on his cheek. She had laughed at it, the soul growing "older" and manifesting in human traits. "You swore to me full obedience, my Samael. I grow tired of having Alastair remind you of that. If you fail me again, I will be forced to take matters into my own hands."
"I will not fail you again, my love." Samael's hand moved to touch her cheek. "I am sorry I was out of place, but I will not do so again. I learned the lesson that you wanted me taught, and I will not repeat it."
"Good." Lilith leaned in and kissed Samael's lips. "Now come and show me your love, my Samael. It has been too long since I have felt you on me, and I have missed you so."
With a sly smirk, Samael pulled Lilith to her feet, then pressed her against his body as he kissed her passionately. In the blink of an eye they were on her large bed, and Samael pushed aside her white robe so his hands could properly worship her flesh. Fingers and lips caressing her as he yearned for the days he had been on the rack. Taking his time and drawing out each and every bit of pleasure that way he could give his queen until he claimed her as he pressed inside of her. Their moans and cries during their act of fornication could be heard through the palace until their energy was spent, and Lilith wrapped Samael in the bedsheets before laying beside him and running her fingers along his back.
"My beautiful Samael," she said softly, smiling to herself as she watched him sleep. "You were right. You are exactly what I wanted... perfect and more than your brother ever would have become. Remind me to thank him for this one day." She kissed his shoulder again, and then curled into the arm that was offer to sleep with her very pretty toy.