"Sinking", continued
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jeriendhalIn Nomine, Christopher & Andre
Warnings: Rated R for sexual abuse and language.
The door clanged shut after Andre permitted Druiel to crawl out. It was just Christopher and the demon prince of Lust, alone. And Lust was smiling.
For the sake of Retzel, I must be strong. What more can he do to me, that he has not already done?
“So tell me, Chrissie, how is my little servitor doing in her little cell?” Andrealphus asked, crooning out his words. “Do you visit her in the dark of the night, when pretty Laurence and dreadful Dominic aren’t watching? Do you give her comfort? Do you touch her in all those special places she has, as I used to do?”
Christopher remained silent. I must be strong. But he had lost so much of himself already.
Andre’s fingers probed, and Christopher bit through his lip to remain silent. “Don’t be difficult, Chrissie,” he said, “I know you have her. Druiel told me all about how you took in Eli’s old servitor, how you and she travel deep into the Caverns of Adventure, to the secret place that only the two of you know how to reach. I know she’s there. She’s my last you see, the last servitor I had, when I served a lie. I can feel her still, a little itch in my Heart that won’t go away.” His fingers touched Christopher again, poking and prodding with more force. “She will come back to me, either as a grateful Imp, or a Mercurian in chains, and either way I will have her.”
Christopher grunted, holding back the cry that threatened to come out, and Andrealphus just laughed. “Cherubs are so easy to manipulate. You open your Hearts to your attuned, and always act so confused when they die in loneliness and pain. You know where she is. You know where she is right now. You know what she’s thinking, whether she fears for you or is just happy that you’re finally leaving her alone for a while. Because you know she doesn’t really care for you. She’s a Mercurian, it’s humanity that she loves best, not you.”
“I… know… that…” Christopher said through gritted teeth, then wished he’d bitten his tongue as well as his lips.
“Ah, you do truly have her. Thank you, Chrissie. See how much easier things would have gone for you if you’d just said that in the first place?”
“F- f- fuck you.”
Andrealphus laughed. “You’re learning, Chrissie! See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
The probing, violating fingers departed, and Andrealphus was silent for a moment, for just enough time to allow Christopher to realize the probable consequences of his indescretion. Merciful God, why did you not let me die before I betrayed her?
“You gave me something very valuable just now, Christopher,” Andrealphus said softly. “Now I’ll give you something in return.”
“I… want... nothing… from… you…”
“Oh, you’ll want to hear this, Christopher. It’s about Heaven you see. Heaven and all the hypocrisy in those who rule it. God’s gone to higher ground, and left the Earth to Hell and those fools who look down upon us. And this story is about your Word, and how frightening Heaven really thinks it is.”
“Can’t… be afraid… of Children.”
Andrealphus conjured up a chair and sat down beside Christopher, looking for all the world as if he just wanted to relax before launching into a pleasing tale. “Oh, no one is afraid of you, Christopher. But your Word, that’s a different thing now. Because no one really trusts it, not after what the first archangel who held it did.”
He lies, he lies, he wishes me to reveal more of Retzel, he lies… “There has… been no other… who ever held... my Word… “
Andrealphus patted Christopher’s head, then pressed his fingers to Children’s lips. When he took his hand away, a steel brank filled Christopher’s mouth, tasting of rust and blood. “Why don’t you just listen for a while?” the prince advised.
“Once upon a time, when the world was younger, and the Fall was still a searing pain in the Host’s mind, there were the Grigori, the Giants, the ones closer to Humanity than even the Mercurians. And like the Mercurians they loved the humans. Loved them so much that they could not bear to seperated from them. So when their bastard get, the Nephalim, rose out of their twisted wombs and wreaked havoc, the entire Choir was banished and made Outcast. Their names were erased from the books, even the name of Choir was not mentioned, for fear of provoking Judgement’s wrath. And those angels that had served the Grigori archangels found themselves under great suspicion, unless they agreed to have their very memories of their time with their superiors removed from their minds. And do you know who those archangels were, Christopher?”
There was Song, Christopher thought. And… others… but he could not think of their names. Surely there had to have been others.
Andre began to sing names, and Song was among them, but there was also… Children?
He lies, he lies, he lies!
TBC
Warnings: Rated R for sexual abuse and language.
The door clanged shut after Andre permitted Druiel to crawl out. It was just Christopher and the demon prince of Lust, alone. And Lust was smiling.
For the sake of Retzel, I must be strong. What more can he do to me, that he has not already done?
“So tell me, Chrissie, how is my little servitor doing in her little cell?” Andrealphus asked, crooning out his words. “Do you visit her in the dark of the night, when pretty Laurence and dreadful Dominic aren’t watching? Do you give her comfort? Do you touch her in all those special places she has, as I used to do?”
Christopher remained silent. I must be strong. But he had lost so much of himself already.
Andre’s fingers probed, and Christopher bit through his lip to remain silent. “Don’t be difficult, Chrissie,” he said, “I know you have her. Druiel told me all about how you took in Eli’s old servitor, how you and she travel deep into the Caverns of Adventure, to the secret place that only the two of you know how to reach. I know she’s there. She’s my last you see, the last servitor I had, when I served a lie. I can feel her still, a little itch in my Heart that won’t go away.” His fingers touched Christopher again, poking and prodding with more force. “She will come back to me, either as a grateful Imp, or a Mercurian in chains, and either way I will have her.”
Christopher grunted, holding back the cry that threatened to come out, and Andrealphus just laughed. “Cherubs are so easy to manipulate. You open your Hearts to your attuned, and always act so confused when they die in loneliness and pain. You know where she is. You know where she is right now. You know what she’s thinking, whether she fears for you or is just happy that you’re finally leaving her alone for a while. Because you know she doesn’t really care for you. She’s a Mercurian, it’s humanity that she loves best, not you.”
“I… know… that…” Christopher said through gritted teeth, then wished he’d bitten his tongue as well as his lips.
“Ah, you do truly have her. Thank you, Chrissie. See how much easier things would have gone for you if you’d just said that in the first place?”
“F- f- fuck you.”
Andrealphus laughed. “You’re learning, Chrissie! See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
The probing, violating fingers departed, and Andrealphus was silent for a moment, for just enough time to allow Christopher to realize the probable consequences of his indescretion. Merciful God, why did you not let me die before I betrayed her?
“You gave me something very valuable just now, Christopher,” Andrealphus said softly. “Now I’ll give you something in return.”
“I… want... nothing… from… you…”
“Oh, you’ll want to hear this, Christopher. It’s about Heaven you see. Heaven and all the hypocrisy in those who rule it. God’s gone to higher ground, and left the Earth to Hell and those fools who look down upon us. And this story is about your Word, and how frightening Heaven really thinks it is.”
“Can’t… be afraid… of Children.”
Andrealphus conjured up a chair and sat down beside Christopher, looking for all the world as if he just wanted to relax before launching into a pleasing tale. “Oh, no one is afraid of you, Christopher. But your Word, that’s a different thing now. Because no one really trusts it, not after what the first archangel who held it did.”
He lies, he lies, he wishes me to reveal more of Retzel, he lies… “There has… been no other… who ever held... my Word… “
Andrealphus patted Christopher’s head, then pressed his fingers to Children’s lips. When he took his hand away, a steel brank filled Christopher’s mouth, tasting of rust and blood. “Why don’t you just listen for a while?” the prince advised.
“Once upon a time, when the world was younger, and the Fall was still a searing pain in the Host’s mind, there were the Grigori, the Giants, the ones closer to Humanity than even the Mercurians. And like the Mercurians they loved the humans. Loved them so much that they could not bear to seperated from them. So when their bastard get, the Nephalim, rose out of their twisted wombs and wreaked havoc, the entire Choir was banished and made Outcast. Their names were erased from the books, even the name of Choir was not mentioned, for fear of provoking Judgement’s wrath. And those angels that had served the Grigori archangels found themselves under great suspicion, unless they agreed to have their very memories of their time with their superiors removed from their minds. And do you know who those archangels were, Christopher?”
There was Song, Christopher thought. And… others… but he could not think of their names. Surely there had to have been others.
Andre began to sing names, and Song was among them, but there was also… Children?
He lies, he lies, he lies!
TBC
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Date: 2004-12-21 03:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-21 08:23 pm (UTC)That's going to change. [evil laugh]