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part seventy seven
EXO COMEBACK EUREUREONG
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(Anonymous) 2013-08-05 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)Xiumin's eyes widened, lost in the liquid voice of the fairly tall man who currently held him against the dark alley wall. How had he ended up here? In this place? In the arms of this...gorgeous being. Despite the obvious harshness of Luhan's words, his voice made each word sound like a compliment. A purr.
But that was the allure of an incubus. Luhan laughed sharply, holding Xiumin up against the wall firmly, one hand around the other's neck all he needed to hoist him, the elder's toes barely touching the ground anymore. The blond leaned in to run the tip of his tongue along Xiumin's throat, over his pulse and along his jaw, seemingly gentle but most definitely sinister. The feeling made Xiumin shiver as he felt his etheral body twist into that sensation, the lack of air entering his lungs burning.
"I wonder what an angel tastes like," Luhan purred out devilishly(and how fitting a term), leaning in to run the flat of his tongue along the area of skin where Xiumin's blood pulsed the most. How amusing it was, that someone immortal such as Xiumin, still had blood pulsing through his veins. It was all really a show, to be honest. As was everything up on high. Luhan couldn't stand angels. Disgusting creatures. And they tasted even worse.
"Hmn~...Tastes like shit," Luhan laughed, and somehow Xiumin still shivered in lust. Lust. One of the seven sins. Despite this comment, Luhan wasted no time in leaning in to bite visciously at the pale, glimmering skin of the angel's throat, his sharp veneers puncturing the skin, filling his mouth with the disgusting taste of copper. "What do you think you are, bleeding like this..." he purred, spitting the blood in Xiumin's face.
"A human~? You fell for me just like one," he snickered. "An angel falling for a demon. How cute." Watching the blood spill slowly down the side of Xiumin's neck, Luhan smirked, the hand around his throat squeezing harder, nails extending to black claws. Bringing his free hand up, he dragged one down the front of Xiumin's chest, digging into his skin and carving away at the shirt there.
"Don't you fucking angels wear ugly robes or some shit?" he laughed again, the sound a high pitched, musical one. "Wouldn't expect one of you to be stylish after all. So how old are you~?"
Xiumin's mouth acted of his own accord, having not made a single noise towards the pain. "Four...hundred...fifty..." he choked out, completely out of control. Incubi, once allowed in, could completely render even an angel's mind useless to their charm, causing their victims to listen to any orders they had. Luhan's eyes widened in faux surprise at this.
"Ew, you're so old!" he laughed, leaning in to run his plush lips softly down the angel's chest. "That's disgusting~." Xiumin writhed in his clutch, choking out a moan in his lack of air. That was the problem with being immortal. No matter what happened to you, you couldn't die. But you could suffer. Xiumin felt the harsh pain of suffocation, but there was no release of death or lingering need to pass out. there was just pain. And yet none of it mattered as Luhan's control over his mind simply filled him with sickly sinful pleasure.
"You like that? You're a horrible angel! I could do better~," he laughed darkly, biting harshly at his chest, fangs tearing at the skin and yet somehow elicting a moan from Xiumin. The angel's dark crimson blood smeared across Luhan's lips like some gothic excuse for lipstick, trailing over his chin messily. "You're disgusting~."
A click of shoes brought Luhan's attention from the bloodied angel in his grasp to the mouth of the alley where his dark irises sought out the darkness for the intruder. It was probably just a prostitute, Luhan thought at first, until a sudden chill of power surged down his spine. It was only then he realized he wasn't alone.
But Luhan would never show weakness. Instead, he smirked devilishly and called out. "Hey~. You wanna play too, baby?" his voice purred, charm filling each word in a pure incubi attempt at drawing out the angel. "Hiding in the shadows? How un-holy of you."
As if in retaliation to Luhan's words, a sudden burst of light shot from the shadows of the alley, the silhouette of a man burning into Luhan's eyes. With a hiss, he hid his face in the bleeding chest of his victim, shielding himself from the white flames licking at his skin.
"I haven't even the slightest wish to 'play' with you, demon. In fact, I'm strictly here on business. Release the Fallen One," his voice pierced the darkness just like his light, cold and etheral, unlike any worldly being. Luhan simply laughed in a mockery of him, gripping Xiumin tighter.
"I found him first, bitch," he sneered, growling possessively, eyes alit with the fires of Hell that burned within him. Xiumin writhed against the wall, mouth gurgling slightly as he choked on his saliva, Luhan's grip crushing his windpipe.
"You can have him back when I'm done, scum. Now drop him," he growled out, stepping from the light to reveal an adonis. He was beautiful, as all angels were, his features perfectly chiseled and slender, hair a glowing blonde. And yet, despite being beautiful, he was quite visibly dangerous. After all, he was as much of a predator as Luhan was, if not just fighting for a different team. He could see the toned muscles beneath his supple skin.
"Hmph," he scoffed, suddenly dropping Xiumin into a heap as if he were merely trash. "If only 'cause you're so hot, baby~," he sneered, a bloody hand resting on his hip as he took a step back, eyes obviously locked on the angel's crotch. The angel gave a predatorial warning, moving in with inhumane speed to yank Xiumin to his knees before him, a hand twisted in his hair as he held his head up.
"Kim Minseok," the man spoke firmly, invoking the bloodied angel's true name. At the sound of his name, Xiumin's eyes snapped into focus, a sudden cry of anguish escaping his lips as all the pain of his wound returned to him. If it weren't for the man's hold on his hair, he'd have doubled over.
In that moment, he knew exactly what he had done. He had sinned. For an angel, that meant only one thing.
"Kris --" he pleaded suddenly looking up at the Archangel with wide eyes. "I didn't realize --"
"You didn't realize you were allowing yourself to fornicate? With a demon of all things? How does one 'not realize' this, Kim Minseok? No angel shall sin. It's law," he spoke harshly, other hand reaching behind him. Where once there was nothing, suddenly large, powerful wings appeared in a vicious flash of light.
"Mn~. Free show! Now shove him down and ride him baby," he taunted lewdly, laughing endlessly at the sight before him.
"Hush, demon!" Kris bellowed, gaining a childish pout from the Incubus. The Archangel turned his eyes back to the Fallen in his hands. "I have no choice but to strip you of your wings, and banish you to Hell. May you rot in your sins along with the demons you so akin to."
Letting go of his hair, Kris leaned in to grab the bases of both of Xiumin's wings, despite the protests from the weaker angel. Twisting him around to face Luhan, he placed a foot directly on his shoulder blades before yanking back with a sickening snap.
Luhan made a face of disgust, sticking his tongue out almost comically. "That's fucking gross," he complained, despite watching in sinful interest. The etheral man twisted once, then twice, snaps resounding from the wings, the man in his clutches screaming in pure agony. Xiumin's face contorted with the pain, fingers gripping and digging into the dirty concrete beneath his knees. Luhan couldn't help but grin ear to ear; to a demon, the sound of an angel's cry was truly the best treat.
"Why couldn't you scream for me like that, hm, hy~un~g~?" he taunted. Kris ignored him, giving a final twist before using his foot to shove Xiumin completely away, letting him fall to the ground face first, bloody stumps protruding from his back as he writhed in pure agony. Feathers fluttered to the ground, ruffled and bent as the Archangel held the two wings up. They were glorious, truly belonging to a creature of power, but alas they were almost heartbreaking when torn from their owner.
In a blinding flash of white flames, the wings alit, and in seconds they were ashes, catching on a breeze with no source. Luhan clapped as if he'd just seen an award winning play. "Bravo! And the award for best special effects goes to--~!!" Kris cut him off with a sudden lunge, grabbing the demon by the throat. His words trailed off into a childish whine.
"Attacking an angel without orders is against the rule of your kind as well, isn't it, demon?" he hissed, eyes flashing dangerously. "I ought to smite you where you stand." Luhan wriggled pathetically against his hold, nails scratching at his wrist.
"He came onto me...First...I swear..." he choked out, eyes amused albeit fearful. Reluctantly, Kris dropped him, though much to his approval. The blond whined as he rubbed at his sore throat, feeling the bruises. "Ew, you totally marked my skin, you bitch."
"Get lost," he hissed, disappearing in a blinding flash of light. Once he was sure he was gone, Luhan made a childish face at where he once stood.
"I oughta smite you, Get lost, I'm a fat whore," he mocked in a singsong voice, flipping off the empty alley with a growl before moving to snatch Xiumin's hair, picking his prize off the ground. Xiumin cried out in pain at even being moved. Luhan merely smirked, bringing him to his knees once more before cupping his cheeks tenderly.
"It's okay...Shh...I'm here now, my love~," he purred out, voice thick and laced with enchantment. Xiumin's eyes glazed over once more, going out of focus as he once again fell spell to the Incubus. Weak hands reached up to grip at Luhan's low cut shirt. Of course he'd seduced the angel. The attractive blond was bored, as per usual, and had been dead set on finding some source of entertainment. When you were so much more intelligent than the rest of your kind like he was(or so he personally thought anyways), there was just no fucking entertainment in Hell. He needed a challenge. He needed a chase. So of course he went after an angel. And that angel fell easily. How pathetic.
"And you're supposed to be the purest of all creatures~. Not so pure now, are you, Senpai?" he chuckled, a hand sliding down Xiumin's chest, elicting a moan from his pet. The smaller, broken and bleeding man raised a weak hand to slide up Luhan's shirt in lust. Luhan laughed.
"Ew, don't touch me~," he spat in a singsong voice, slapping away Xiumin's hand before gripping his cheeks viciously, nails biting the skin. "I'm not that easy, hyung~," he winked. With that, he crushed his lips fiercely against Xiumin's, his victim screaming in agony as the Incubus held him in place, drinking in the entity of his soul. Now that truly was a taste Luhan could respect. The taste of an angel's soul.
Demons, obviously, had no soul. Not a single one. However, any creature had to have a soul to live -- to operate. Thus was the catch 22 life of a demon. They had infinite power, supernatural abilities, devilish charm -- but they had to feed on the souls of creatures to keep themselves running. It was like a Satanic Battery, a bomb constantly ticking down within them. All souls were different, and each provided more time than the next.
A human's soul, for example, depending on the purity and the age could last anywhere from days to years. This was wherein came the game of corruption. The cat and mouse game of ancient lore; demons corrupting humans. The purer the soul a demon could harness, the longer it lasted. An angel's soul, however, was extremely rare. They were potent and powerful and the purest of all. A young angel's soul, like Xiumin's, could last a demon ten years if harvested while it was innocent. But Luhan's problem was how he acquired his souls. By seducing them, and dirtying them up first, he greatly reduced the span of the souls he devoured, forcing him to corrupt more than most demons. Thankfully for him, however, he enjoyed the chase enough to care less about how much time each soul provided.
Tears formed at the edges of Xiumin's eyes which he'd shut tight, the pain unbearable. He'd lost his wings, but he hadn't lost his mortality, and at that moment, he wished for nothing more than the sweet carress of death. Luhan pierced the skin of his cheeks with his claws, pulling back once he'd dried the Fallen, laughing viciously.
"Bitch, you'll never reach death," he sang, eyes alit in pure evil amusement as he whistled out, the ground shaking beneath them suddenly. With a loud crack, the concrete split, and the fallen angel's ears were assaulted with the ear shattering screams of the undead. "Don't miss me too much, baby," Luhan whispered out, dangling Xiumin over the thick darkness, blowing him a kiss, before letting go without warning.
And Xiumin plummeted, crying out in pure agony.
As quickly as it had appeared, the gaping hole to the Underworld sealed itself, taking all screams and noises with it, not even leaving a mark in the concrete. Luhan laughed in the silence of the night, an eery sound to fill the air. Stretching, he dropped his lanky arms to his side and admired the sudden glow to his skin, modeling his hands before him.
"And I thought human souls made me gorgeous," he gushed, fixing his hair. "How can angels be so disgusting, and yet they make me look so fucking good?" With a sharp laugh, he wiped the blood from his jaw, smearing it on the brick wall, and headed back out onto the streets, appearing no different than any other prostitute you'd see on a regular night in the seedy red light district.