[C] An Angels Wrath

[[ TRIGGER WARNING: violence, death, rape, sexual assault ]]


A young demon waited in his home.  He was worried.  His father hadn't returned home yet.  

Normally when his father traveled away to wreck havoc on Earth, he was back within twenty four hours.  But this time his father had been gone for five days.  

The fourteen year old demon sat by the window, watching and waiting for his father to return.  He had hardly been able to eat or sleep, and as such he looked worn down and weary.

Days he had been searching.

Days of stewing in an anger as he searched the Domains for anyone with that smell. Anyone related to that creature.

And finally he had found someone.

In the very pits of the Domain he hated most. Hell.

Uriel didn't bother with knocking on the door. Nor doing anything civil in the least. He burst right through the roof.

The Angel hovered, six wings beating gently, flaming sword gripped in hand.

"You, Demon whore, are to be punished for the sins in your blood," he growled, golden eyes narrowed dangerous as his blond hair floated around him.

When the angel crashed through the roof Mizraim let out a shocked cry and stumbled back.

He stared up at the being with big, fearful eyes. Those wings, he'd recognized those wings from the books he'd read.

This was an angel.

Demon whore?

"Who are you?!" He asked, his voice coming out as nothing more than a meek whisper.

"Where's my father?!"

This was more than just an angel.

This was a Seraph. One of the Archangels.

The Archangel Uriel.

"Upon your fathers death his sins were passed unto you. Your sins require a punishment befitting their severity."

His golden eyes narrowed.

"Kneel."

The boys eyes widened, and instantly filled with tears as he heard the words that the archangel uttered.

"Upon your fathers death his sins were passed unto you."

"Death?" He chocked out the word. He shook his head no. He didn't care about any life other than his own and that of his father. Without his father, he had nothing.

"What have you done to him!?" He lashed out, the tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Only what his actions dictated I should do."

What the Demon deserved.

Uriel's lips pursed as he glared down at the Demon's child. Little Demon whore.

"Kneel," he repeated in a stronger voice.

Mizraim fell to his knees. Not out of obedience, but instead out of despair. How could this have happened?!

It was all coming at him so fast, and he didn't want to accept it. His father was gone forever because of of this.... this heavenly monster!

He covered his face in his hands and chocked out a sob.

"No!" He wailed, hunching over.

Showing true emotions.

Now what Uriel had expected.

Demons weren't capable of emotion. Especially not despair. It was a human emotion. Not something a creature as low as this pitiful creature could manage.

"Raise your head. Face your destruction."

His punishment would come and this child would face it head on.

The boy looked up at Uriel with tears streaking his cheeks. It would take years of abuse inflicted upon this angel for the boy to realize that his father truly was a monster.

But in this moment, at this point in his life, he was a child stripped of his parents, faced with a heavenly host of destruction.

He hated Uriel with every fiber of his being. His teeth gritted together as he stared up at the Archangel.

"You will see the wrong in the actions of the sins passed down unto you."

His grip loosened on the sword flaming in his grip and it slowly faded away from sight.

"Bow to me, your only chance of survival."

Uriel could be kind. Or he could be cruel.

It all depended on how the boy acting.

Mizraim didn't want to bow to this monster, but he didn't want to die either.  At least not at this point.  

His will for survival kicked in and he bowed to the being.  It left a dense pit in his stomach, a sick feeling.  He bowed down to the thing that killed his only family.  

The thought caused more tears to run down the fourteen year old's face.  They poured from his eyes and landed upon his hands and the floor as he bowed.

Uriel's wings continued to beat against the air as he hovered, looking down his nose at the Demon boy.

Pathetic creature.

Disgusting, pathetic creature.

"You will suffer what your father made many others suffer," Uriel decided.

It was a cruel punishment.

Mizraim didn't know what that meant. He didn't know what his father did on earth, other than make the humans miserable.

But those were humans. They didn't have the same emotions as higher up beings. At least that's what he was raised to beleive.

"What...what does that mean?" He asked, looking up from his place on the floor. He looked terrified.

A grin curled Uriel's lips.

A sick, twisted grin full of ill intention.

Nothing good would come of this. Nothing good at all. He was going to make this boy suffer for his father's sins.

"You're going to suffer through everything your father has done to innocent children in the over-world."

The demon child felt a shiver when he saw the archangels twisted grin. He was terrified, and in grief.

"I don't know what that means though." He said in a broken voice, his tail tucking between his legs.

The Angel dropped to the floor gently.

His grin darkened.

"You will suffer. And once you have suffered what your father has made others suffer then you will kill your attackers."

He could make the Demon whore suffer and do some good in teh world.

Yes, he had decided that's what he'd do.

The closer the archangel got to him, the more afraid Mizraim became. He hung his head again, staring at the ground with big, fearful eyes.

"A-attackers?" He whispered.

He was innocent at this point in his life. He didn't know what his father did, he didn't even know that it existed, that kind of cruelty. His father had protected him well, up until this point.

Had the man lived, he would have raised Mizraim in his cruel ways, but he was waiting until the boy was older.

Fate had twisted in a different direction, reversing the life.

"You will be preyed upon by many men."

His golden eyes flashed dangerously as his grin widened.

"And once they have had their fun, you will kill them. Remove them from the world and send them here where their souls will be tortured for eternity."

He'd make this boy suffer and clean the world of filth in the same instance.

Even still Miz didn't grasp the severity of what was being said. He didn't understand just how he would be preyed upon.

Still he was terrified.

"You took my father away, you killed him. Isn't that punishment enough? What have I ever done to deserve this?" He cried, trembling.

"You gained your father's sins."

Losing his father wasn't punishment enough. It could never be punishment enough.

"You will go to the over-world and you will do as I order you to."

This would be his punishment.

He'd gained his fathers sins.

Was that really how things worked? That because of the blood that ran though him, he inherited the sins? He had never been taught one way or the other.

And here was a being far more powerful than anyone he had met telling him how it was. He deserved to be punished because of his father.

He hung his head. There were no further questions. He had no choice, that much was clear.

He sniffled back, trying to stop crying. But his heart was broken. He'd lost everything, and now this was all that was left.

This would be all the boy would ever have now.

He'd suffer through unwanted sexual advances for his entire life, then kill those that touched him.

It was how he would live from now on.

"It is sickening down here. Come, let's make our way to the over-world."

He didn't want to be down here any longer than he had to.

"I d-don't know how..." He said. He'd barely been outside of his own house. Leaving Hell was something he'd always planned on doing with his father.

As much as he tried to fight them, the tears wouldn't stop falling down his face as he mourned his fathers death.

Uriel's upper lip curled in a disgusted sneer.

That meant he had to actually touch it to bring it up to the surface. How disgusting.

He reached out, leaning over to snag the boy's hair in a painful grip, dragging him up by his hair as his wings beat heavily once again.

The two soared, moving upwards an an incredible speed.

Uriel lifting his free arm, gripping the air. Within his grip, his trademark sword appeared, burning brightly.

And with large slashing motion of his arm, there was a blinding light.

He dropped Mizraim as if the boy was carrying a deadly illness, taking a step away from him as he allowed his sword to disappear.

The two were in a secluded meadow in the over-world.

The trip Mizram didn't know how to make mad been made. Now the torture would really commence.

Miz sucked in a breath through his teeth and resisted the impulse to hiss at the angel when his hair was pulled. The lavender locks were thin, soft.

The demon tried to grip onto Uriel's wrist to stop the slight pain from having his hair tugged.

He closed his eyes tight as they transcended into a completely different world than the one he had known.

It was cool, colder than anything he'd ever felt before. He stumbled as he was set free, and ran his hands over his hair and scalp to try and stop the stinging.

The boy reached out and let his hand run over some tall grass. What was that stuff?

The child had a stunned look on his face. Everything was so surreal, he didn't know how to react or what to do.

He looked up at the angel with his large blue eyes, wondering what would happen next.