[C] An Angels Wrath

"Now you go forth and work to lessen your sins."

Uriel glared down his nose at the Demon silently for a few long moments, piercing him with his hard silver glare.

"You will find those like your father and let them do to you as he has done to those I watched over." Men would find him and they would have their 'fun.'

"Once they are done, you will kill them. Stare into their eyes as the life drains from them. Each and every time."

His voice was hard and cold. He had no care for what the Demon felt of this situation. Mizraim was a lesser being. Not someone that Uriel would ever believe worthy of his affection.

"I will watch over you. You cannot escape this."

Miz had done a lot of reading in his time alone at his old home. He knew that earth had different continents and countries... where could they be now?

"My father was a great man! He tortured the filth on this planet and brought it to justice. Humankind is not worthy of watch or protection!" The boy snapped. He still didn't know exactly what his father did, but he did not deserve to have it happen to him.

He was a demon, not a human! He had deeper understandings and thoughts and intelligence then the animals his father kept under control.

"Your father was a dirty whore and a murderer," Uriel growled back.

In the blink of an eye, Uriel had the boy by his throat and was pushing him backwards towards the trees that encompassed the meadow they were in.

"He was a filthy creature that did nothing but cause pain and suffering. You will see the filth of this planet. You will see it and suffer it then dispose of it."

His voice was a dangerously low hiss; a promise of a life of suffering the boy couldn't escape.

Terrified would have been an under statement. Mizraim felt his heartbeat pound in his chest and his knees go weak when the man moved in on him and had him by the throat.

Despite the fear reflecting in his eyes, Miz couldn't stand the Archangle speaking that way of his father.

"You're a murderer!" He cried, the tears returning in an instant. A sob escaped the boy as he pictured the being that held his throat murdering his father.

Uriel smirked at that.

"You're a murderer!"

"That's my job," he purred softly, leaning down to brush his lips against the boy's ear as he spoke.

"And now it's yours."

He would make this boy a murdering whore. Just like his father.

Miz squirmed when the angel got that close to him.

Despite trying not to, he could't stop sobbing.

"You're going to be just like your father," he crooned tauntingly. "You're going to have sex with people then murder them."

A dark grin curled his lips. "But you won't enjoy it like your father, no. You'll be just like your father's victims."

He would be used, abused then have to kill.

It would be torture.

It would teach him to not sin.

The boys eyes grew wide. Sex with men? He'd ever even thought of that before.

Being an incubus, the boy was by no means a virgin. He'd fucked some of the low-level demon girls that his father brought home for him.

The thought of having sex with a human disgusted Miz. His father had actually had sex with these creatures?!

"This is a mistake! My father would never do that with a human!" He cried, sounding horrified. He didn't even want to think of his dad in that way.

"Of course he does," Uriel snorted.

"That is what they're known for. Sexing up innocent human girls then killing them."

The Angel's grip tightened on the Demon's throat. "He killed one of mine. A young human girl that we were watching."

The Angel smirked as he pulled back away from the boy.

"Now you will suffer as she and hundred of others have done before her."

Miz whimpered as the grip was tightened on his throat.

He wouldn't believe this. He couldn't.

It was like finding out that your father was fucking pigs.

Well Miz would never fuck a pig of a human. Uriel would have to kill him first.

He said and did nothing in the archangels grasp.

"You can't fulfil my mission looking like that," the Angel muttered softly.

His head tilted to the side a little.

He'd have to do a little magic to give him a more human appearance. He couldn't suffer if the pigs wouldn't prey on him.

The Angel tilted his head the other way as he imagined the boy with pale white skin and black hair. Something that wouldn't stick out too much.

With that image firmly in mind, his lips parted in a soft chant.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Miz whimpered, his voice barely audible.

The hand around his neck was starting to hurt.

Uriel didn't answer, just continued chanting softly.

The boy's appearance slowly began to change, his red skin fading to the pale peach of a Caucasian human.

His hair darkened, becoming a rich, shiny black colour.

When he was content with the appearance of the boy, he stepped back, letting go of the boy's throat, letting him crumple to the ground.

Uriel didn't answer, just continued chanting softly.

The boy's appearance slowly began to change, his red skin fading to the pale peach of a Caucasian human.

His hair darkened, becoming a rich, shiny black colour.

When he was content with the appearance of the boy, he stepped back, letting go of the boy's throat, letting him crumple to the ground.

Miz feel to his knees and placed his hand to his throat as he coughed a few times.

He saw the skin on his thighs was no longer red.

He looked at his hands... he was different...

The angel made him look human? Like a disgusting human!

He wanted to change back, but he knew it would be pointless to ask. Uriel wanted to see him suffer, not help him.

He sat and waited for what would happen next, feeling sick to his stomach.

"You will let humans do as they wish and when they are satisfied with the sins they have committed, you will kill each and every one of them slowly."

His expression was harsh, expressionless.

"Come, it's time to find your first."

His hand grasped the boy's hair once more and in another flash of blinding light, the two were elsewhere. There was noise here. People.

His voice changed from the dark growl he had when he spoke to Miz. His voice was soft; angelic.

"Fear me not, Children of Our Father. I come here bearing the gift of flesh to sate your lust."

He dropped Miz onto the floor, his saccharine smile still in place.

Before Miz could protest, the man had him by the hair again and there was another blinding flash of light.  

When he saw the humans his face twisted into disgust.  They were filthy.  The smelt different than demons did... they stunk.  

He dropped to the floor and then looked up at the men with his big blue eyes.  

In his human form the soldiers would only see a fragile looking boy with fear written all over his face.  

He wondered if he should run... if it would be worth it to run.

The men, who had been gathered around laughing and training, all stopped when they gazed at the bright, glowing figure floating in the centre of the room.

There were man reactions. Fear, anger, defensiveness.

But, as the Angel man spoke, their gazes turned down to Miz. The pathetic little human boy. Hunger filled their gazes. Hunter and lust.

One man advance. Then another. Three. Four.

Soon the whole room was moving slowly towards Miz.

Uriel watched on silently, gazing at Miz as the men began to paw at him.

Tear marks still lined Miz's face. He backed away from them, but was too slow. Soon they were upon him, easily stripping away his clothes.

He hissed out as a man held him down and another positioned himself. Upon the first intrusion the child's eyes widened and he lost his breath. He lurched and then screamed out in pain. The men laughed.

He clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to bare it. But just as the first man finished up, another man was upon him. And then another.

"Please!" He finally screamed out. "Please make it stop!" He sobbed.

Uriel watched. As each man had his turn with the crying boy.

He just watched.

His expression stony. His eyes dull and emotionless.

This was what he deserved. The boy would know what his father had put so many through. The boy would suffer as his father's victims did.

"Now kill them," was all he muttered as the last pulled away from the boy.

A deep, powerful hatred filled Mizraim's heart as Uriel just watched. This was all his doing. His was worse than the pig humans, worse than any demon in hell. He was the real monster. He killed his father, and now watched as he was tortured.

When the men were finally done they let Miz lay on the floor alone. He could feel blood between his legs from where they had torn into him. Their disgusting seed covered his skin.

At first he felt like he could barely move, the pain so horrid. But just as Uriel uttered those words, a strength began to fill him. He felt his demonic power returning.

From where he was from, it was nothing. But on Earth, he had the power to easily kill, so long as Uriel let him. And now this was what he was being told to do.

Just as the men had descended upon him without time to react, the demon child was on his feet and slashing at their throats. His claws broke their their armor and penetrated their necks, faces, and chests.

It was a violent scene. Some had their hearts ripped out. Others headless.

Their red blood glistened on his pale skin, making it look like his natural color once again. It was beautiful to him.

Once every one of the men were dead Miz felt the power start to leave him again. He fell back to the floor and curled up, the weakness making the pain return.

Uriel watched with a satisfied smile.

This was what the boy would have to suffer now. Every day of his life. Every single day.

Mizraim would suffer and he would kill.

"Stand. We do not linger when we have killed."

And with that, Uriel reached out to the boy, waiting for him to take his hand.

Mizraim stared at the angels hand and hissed at him in disgust.

As if he would ever touch the angel willingly.

He was now more tainted than any human in Miz's mind.

Uriel was not a human. Nor was he a Demon.

He was a creature far beyond them. He was an Angel. An Archangel. The thoughts of one single pathetic being like Mizraim meant nothing to him.

Once again he reached out to grab the boy in a tight grip.

Another blinding flash of light.

He let go of the boy. Miz landed in a lake with a splash. "Clean yourself."

Miz choked and shivered as he landed in the cold water. He looked miserable. He felt miserable.

Those humans.... the creatures they were.... they violated him and now he was in immense pain because of it. He could't imagine it ever happening again.

It was too horrible.

He scrubbed as much as he could, trying to get their stench off of him. He was shivering from the cold but he didn't care. He wanted to be clean.