"Sinking" continued.
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jeriendhalWarning: Rated R for violence and language.
He could feel… it was like bits of himself were floating away. The Forces that made him were dissapating, and he lacked the Will to recall them. Not long now…
He hung from a frame that Andre had brought into his cell, bound at wrist and ankle and stretched wide, all the more helpless a target for the prince’s amusement. It hurt, but it was just an addition to the myriad of hurts he already felt. What was one more?
“And how are you feeling, little Christopher?” Andre crooned, cupping Christopher’s chin in his hand, to raise the archangel’s head up so he could look into the impudite’s eyes.
“I’ve been… better,” Christopher rasped.
“So I see,” Andre noted. “You picked up a few extra bruises since we spoke last. Playing with the guards, were we?”
Christopher didn’t answer, not trusting himself to speak a lie, even in this place. But what was stopping him from speaking Truth? he wondered. Druiel certainly would not appreciate his discretion.
Andre’s grip on Christopher’s chin tightened, and he twisted it just a bit, apparently to remind the cherub just how easy it would be to dislocate his jaw. “I asked you a question.”
“Go… self-pleasure yourself,” Christopher replied.
Andre began to laugh, letting go of Christopher. He laughed long and hard, and it was an effort for him to regain his breath. “’Self-pleasure…?’” he hooted, and had to stop to breathe again. “You can’t even say the word?”
Christopher felt his cheeks burn. “I simply… choose not to.”
“The word is fuck. You needed to say go fuck yourself, Andre. Not that you needed to bother. I’ve got no shortage of willing partners, thank you, though I don’t know if the same could be said of you.”
“Not your business.”
“If it’s got the f-word in it, then it’s always my business. Heh, now you’ve got me doing it.” He paused to laugh at his own joke. “F-word…”
There was a soft knock at the door to Christopher’s cell. A wave of Andre’s hand and the door unlocked, admitting Druiel.
“You requested my presence, Beautiful Lord?” Druiel asked carefully.
“Yeeess,” Andre turned to Druiel and smiled at him. “I’d forgotten to thank you for leading Christopher in the trap Fluerity and I arranged. It was prescient of you to realize that he might still harbor hope that you’d redeem.” He reached out and stroked the balseraph’s hair. Christopher winced, recalling how many times he done the same thing, to express his pleasure at Druiel’s good and concientious nature.
“It was an honor to serve you, Beautiful Lord.” Druiel bowed his head, then suddenly jerked it back as Andre’s claws gripped the balseraph’s hair in a painful clench.
“If it’s such an honor, why did you presume to play with my toys?” Andre screamed, throwing Druiel against the stone wall of the cell. Before the young demon could dodge out of his way, Andre had grabbed him again, this time by the neck. “Nobody ever plays with my toys without my permission!” The walls of the cell were close, and the Demon Prince of Lust slammed Druiel from side-to-side for emphasis as he spoke.
Druiel landed in a corner of the cell as Andre finally loosed his grip. “I’m sorry, Beautiful Lord. I thought… I thought since you were torturing him anyway…”
“I wasn’t torturing him, I was playing with him.” Druiel ducked into a ball as Andre’s booted foot kicked him in the side. “He’s no good to me if he’s so far gone Heaven won’t bargain for him!”
Andre wishes me to live? Christopher thought, the first ray of hope entering his soul since he was captured. Andre wanted to trade him for something. But what would Heaven have that Andre would go to such measures to acquire it?
Then he realized just what it was, and prayed that his Forces would decay all the faster…
TBC
He could feel… it was like bits of himself were floating away. The Forces that made him were dissapating, and he lacked the Will to recall them. Not long now…
He hung from a frame that Andre had brought into his cell, bound at wrist and ankle and stretched wide, all the more helpless a target for the prince’s amusement. It hurt, but it was just an addition to the myriad of hurts he already felt. What was one more?
“And how are you feeling, little Christopher?” Andre crooned, cupping Christopher’s chin in his hand, to raise the archangel’s head up so he could look into the impudite’s eyes.
“I’ve been… better,” Christopher rasped.
“So I see,” Andre noted. “You picked up a few extra bruises since we spoke last. Playing with the guards, were we?”
Christopher didn’t answer, not trusting himself to speak a lie, even in this place. But what was stopping him from speaking Truth? he wondered. Druiel certainly would not appreciate his discretion.
Andre’s grip on Christopher’s chin tightened, and he twisted it just a bit, apparently to remind the cherub just how easy it would be to dislocate his jaw. “I asked you a question.”
“Go… self-pleasure yourself,” Christopher replied.
Andre began to laugh, letting go of Christopher. He laughed long and hard, and it was an effort for him to regain his breath. “’Self-pleasure…?’” he hooted, and had to stop to breathe again. “You can’t even say the word?”
Christopher felt his cheeks burn. “I simply… choose not to.”
“The word is fuck. You needed to say go fuck yourself, Andre. Not that you needed to bother. I’ve got no shortage of willing partners, thank you, though I don’t know if the same could be said of you.”
“Not your business.”
“If it’s got the f-word in it, then it’s always my business. Heh, now you’ve got me doing it.” He paused to laugh at his own joke. “F-word…”
There was a soft knock at the door to Christopher’s cell. A wave of Andre’s hand and the door unlocked, admitting Druiel.
“You requested my presence, Beautiful Lord?” Druiel asked carefully.
“Yeeess,” Andre turned to Druiel and smiled at him. “I’d forgotten to thank you for leading Christopher in the trap Fluerity and I arranged. It was prescient of you to realize that he might still harbor hope that you’d redeem.” He reached out and stroked the balseraph’s hair. Christopher winced, recalling how many times he done the same thing, to express his pleasure at Druiel’s good and concientious nature.
“It was an honor to serve you, Beautiful Lord.” Druiel bowed his head, then suddenly jerked it back as Andre’s claws gripped the balseraph’s hair in a painful clench.
“If it’s such an honor, why did you presume to play with my toys?” Andre screamed, throwing Druiel against the stone wall of the cell. Before the young demon could dodge out of his way, Andre had grabbed him again, this time by the neck. “Nobody ever plays with my toys without my permission!” The walls of the cell were close, and the Demon Prince of Lust slammed Druiel from side-to-side for emphasis as he spoke.
Druiel landed in a corner of the cell as Andre finally loosed his grip. “I’m sorry, Beautiful Lord. I thought… I thought since you were torturing him anyway…”
“I wasn’t torturing him, I was playing with him.” Druiel ducked into a ball as Andre’s booted foot kicked him in the side. “He’s no good to me if he’s so far gone Heaven won’t bargain for him!”
Andre wishes me to live? Christopher thought, the first ray of hope entering his soul since he was captured. Andre wanted to trade him for something. But what would Heaven have that Andre would go to such measures to acquire it?
Then he realized just what it was, and prayed that his Forces would decay all the faster…
TBC
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Date: 2004-12-08 11:45 pm (UTC)Or were you referring to someone else? :)
More seriously, I think I've got Andre acting more like a djinn than an imp, but the scene mostly works (when I edit this sucker properly I'll put it before the big revelation of Retzel's prescense though).