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Post by Grimm on Jul 21, 2020 17:06:19 GMT
Frowly’s honesty cut Brahms denial deep. He shook his head in disagreement, “my wings are pristine…” Brahm placed so much on the purity of his wings, he failed to accept that was the reason they ached so bad. Envy had confiscated Brahm’s wings since the Angel had a bad habit of mutilating that what pained him. Envy took them for Brahm’s sanity to remain, because tormenting the insane was no fun at all.
He glanced over to Oath curled up with the twins, the security he felt percolated through the bond on a slow drip. “And you expect me to feed on this…boy.” It was phrased more like a disturbed statement than a question of expectance, but it was enough to begin to push him the direction he was destined to travel.
“I’m too afraid to let go,” he confessed in the moment, the gentle stroking of the feathered wings comforted him into continuing. “I’ve come so far in this…” Brahm felt disturbed even thinking about his fall, what it would feel like, what he might become, what he would lose. He looked at the unlit cigarette clutched between his fingers as if he was desperate for support; he only ever took up habit because it reminded him of Septimus. What would Septimus have him do, what would he approve of. It was a name Brahm shouldn’t have uttered in the back of his mind, because it echoed across his emotions. —- Envy had indeed been having one hell of a time in his bedroom with many of those he considered partners. Amidst the orgy the incubus was leaned back upon one of the angel’s wings, stroking the soft feathers in a fit of drug fueled ecstasy. The demon stretched feeling the security and comfort that Brahm was holding on to, after all he was touching a part of the angel’s body. Confliction and pride, guilt and a numbing peace. It made the demon relax….until he felt that name whispered in Brahm’s heart. Envy reached up, running his hands up the feathers in false tenderness. Each hand took hold of the strong bone making sure to have a firm grip before he snapped the bone like a twig as punishment for thinking of Septimus.
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Post by Behax on Jul 29, 2020 14:10:09 GMT
The look on Frowley’s face became one that was caught between both frustration and pity.
“If what you mean by ‘pristine’ is ‘white’, then I’m afraid that doesn’t mean quite what you think it does,” he said with a sigh. “Consider if you will creatures like myself, my wings are an immaculate white, so are Exley’s, Fiditchell’s and Laurent’s. We’re all half-breed children of Angels AND Demons, and we have wings white as snow, but our very existence is considered a sin,” Frowley explained, naming almost all of the children he knew who had been born to angel and demon parents. The only one he didn’t mention was also the only one who didn’t have angel wings.
“‘Pristine’ is not a good indication of ‘purity’. Your new bride is closer to innocence than you are, and you and Envy just violated him in the only ways he hadn’t been,” Frowley added with a hint of frustration. He gave Brahm a moment to take that information in before continuing.
“I don’t expect you to do anything, I was merely warning you of the consequences. The futures where you come out of this without falling are long behind you, and the futures where that boy comes out of this in one piece are dwindling too.”
Contrary to popular belief your possible futures never narrowed into a single possibility. When one branch was closed to you another, or several others popped up to replace it. Every decision or action you take has multiple outcomes, just as there are also consequences for not taking an action. There are numerous consequences, good and bad to any choice you could make. Some are more benign than others. There are consequences for acting, and there are consequences for not acting. Contrary to what Brahm believed, maintaining the status quo did not mean that your future didn’t press forward.
“The only question now is how far you fall, and how much Oath loses during your descent.” Of course not all of Oath’s future was in Brahm’s hands, but now a great deal of their futures were entwined with each other. What action one took would affect the other.
The moment the pain from Envy’s actions hit Brahm, they hit Oath too. Though so strong was the sleep spell he was under, he didn’t wake. However he did curl up into a tight ball, his arms wrapping around himself as he shuddered and whimpered from the pain. His own stunted wings tensing. It wasn’t the first time he’d felt that kind of pain, after all his wings weren’t stunted because of his half-breed nature, but from years of abuse. From being broken and torn apart again and again.
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Post by Grimm on Aug 14, 2020 21:54:27 GMT
Brahm’s stubbornness wanted to argue with Frowley and perhaps he would have had if not for the sudden pain that seared across his wing that caused him to lurch forward from his seated position until his nose was to the ground. An anguished cry of pain was choked out to the frustration of his situation, knuckles white as he balled his fists.
“I will not fall. I will not.” Anger caused him to be stubborn, choosing to ignore Frowley’s advice. He didn’t want to hear that the purity of his wings meant nothing. He had seen angels fall, he had seen their wings decay and he wasn’t going to lose his grace. Even after all the vile and terrible things he had done, even after helping Lance open the gates…his wings were everything to him.
Brahm felt something wet on his checks as his vision of the floor blurred with salty tears, he could feel despair welling up in his chest; emotions that he thought he had conquered long ago. He knew Frowley’s words were true and yet he wouldn’t accept them. Several deep breaths later he composed himself, wiping the tears before he slowly righted himself.
“I’m going home.” Brahm stated, getting up from the comfortable pillows and turning his back to the sleeping Oath as if he was going to leave him. Perhaps he could just leave him here, or dump him in some other place, but there was a tug on his conscience; although it was probably attributed toward the magic binding them. He stopped and turned back around approaching Oath and knelt down to scoop him up.
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Post by Behax on Sept 16, 2020 19:16:01 GMT
Brahm’s sudden expression of pain didn’t startle Frowley in the least. In fact he continued smoking as if he was completely disaffected by it. He did spare a glance, and an expression of sympathy for the whimpering Oath however. He wasn’t completely heartless, just in some respects....Brahm was getting what he paid for, while Oath had been pulled into this unwillingly, and would now find himself another tool in Envy’s plans.
Frowley rolled his eyes at Brahm's stubbornness, couldn’t the man see he was only making things worse for himself? Well you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make them drink as the saying used to go. Really, how he could continue to proclaim his purity after having helped another unfortunate soul bring the world to its knees, turning it into the world they lived in now, was completely beyond Frowley.
Briefly Frowley’s eyes opened a crack, turning his expression from a sly grinning fool, to something more dangerous. He could if he wanted, lock Brahm inside his little pocket dimension, trap him there until he saw sense. But...Brahm was not weak, and Frowley was not the strongest of his kin. Such a fight ultimately wouldn’t be worth it for Frowley, it would cost too much.
He waited for Brahm to turn around and collect what was.... well now his ‘husband’.
“I would, if at all possible keep that child as far from your master as often as possible. He’s a pawn in this now, just as you are, and the depths of cruelty with which Envy is willing to go to get his way are bottomless.”
He paused and watched the man go, before adding just before Brahm stepped out of his dimension. “Not everyone falls as obviously as Beltis did, you’d suffer a lot less if you just embraced the decent as he did.”
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Post by Grimm on Sept 24, 2020 19:40:11 GMT
There was sudden hesitation when Frowley spoke those last words, but his pause came just as he left Frowley’s dimension and it shut behind him. Obvious that he was questioning his choice at the moment, especially with Oath’s lightweight frame held in his arms.
Brahm realized he was just around the corner from the place he called home. This area branched off of the main tower from Envy’s castle. Here was Envy’s playground for his best customers, clean and managed streets, lavishly decorated but small building fronts. Each housed Envy’s favorite pets for him to pimp to his client's pleasure. Brahm was no different in this regard.
He turned the corner to find Barnaby and another demon hanging around the front door. Barnaby’s ears went flat when he saw Brahm carrying Oath but the cat demon shooed the other demon away as his Master his approached.
Barnaby opened the door waiting just beyond, the look of confusion and disapproval written all over his young and smug looking face.
“Don’t.” Brahm snapped at his familiar before the demon could say anything. Barnaby in return just shrugged and closed the door behind them.
The place Brahm had called home for the last century or so was simple by design, yet lavish in their materials. There was the main room for hosting guest while they waited, furnished with a lounging chair and couch around a short stone table. A small and nearly empty kitchen sat just off of the main room. Brahm carried Oath upstairs to the second level of his home. The second level consisted of one open room containing a large unkept bed. It didn’t seem that much out of the ordinary until one started to inspect some of the furniture realizing that there were manacles and chains at the four corners of the bed. And another set on the wall, on the chairs, and other various pieces of furniture that decorated the place. The bathroom set off in back.
Brahm laid Oath down in his bed covering him up with his blanket and sat down on the bed dropping his head in his hands. Barnaby had followed him up, his tail switching back and forth with the vulgar comments he was keeping to himself.
“You reek of Frowley.” It was all the cat demon had to say to Brahm while he looked at the pathetic creature that Brahm had brought in with him.
Brahm abruptly stood up from the bed, startling Barnaby a bit. “I need to clear my head…watch him until I get back.”
“No. No. Absolutely not. I will not baby sit whatever it is you got yourself into.” Barnaby protested turning up his nose.
“You will watch over him until I get back.” Brahm’s voice was more stern using a commandment to force Barnaby to do what needed.
“I hate you.” Barnaby hissed crossing his arms.
Brahm waved him off and left. When Oath woke up, he would find a medium sized black cat curled up next to him. Barnaby had figured the best thing was to transform into his cat form and keep watch by napping in the comfortable pockets that Oath’s form under the blankets created. Oath would find Brahm gone and the front door locked.
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Post by Behax on Sept 26, 2020 0:45:25 GMT
The spell Oath was under was so deep it lasted at least another couple of hours. As the spell wore off and Oath slowly transitioned from a dreamless sleep to the beginnings of wakefulness he groaned, though the sound had an odd quiet wheeze to it. He twitched and fidgeted, before slowly blinking himself awake and sitting up in the bed, the blanket falling down as he did.
He rubbed his eyes, as he looked around the unfamiliar room. For a moment he was confused, but then slowly his memory of what had happened started to catch up with him, and he wrapped his arms around himself, as he began to curl up.
His mother had always warned him. It was much worse outside. He was safer with her...Even when he wasn’t safe at all. And then...Then he dared to fight back...He pushed her. He hadn’t meant for her to fall down the stairs, but the result had been the same.
Guilt crashed over him like a wave, mixing with the fear, the uncertainty, and all the different multitudes in which he was hurt. He missed her, he missed the ‘safety’ of his home. He’s always wanted to leave, but now he wanted nothing else but to go back.
He shuddered, pressed his face to his knees and began to cry. It was for the most part silent, but for the occasional wheeze or choked sob. He didn’t know what to do, but he knew without it being explained…
He had merely exchanged one cage for another, and this one was arguably a lot worse.
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Post by Grimm on Sept 29, 2020 21:24:23 GMT
When Oath began to stir, Barnaby did not. It was only after the blankets fell on him did the cat demon awaken. Barnaby slinked from under the covers. Exaggerating his stretch felt so good in this form that he did it twice as he made his way to the foot of the bed. He sat down, his tail curling around his paws as he just observed the newcomer.
As Oath sobbed Barnaby twitched his nose in distrust. Another of the angel kind. His ears flattened with the thought of now having Nephilim to deal with. Although this one looked rather pathetic for such a terrifying creature. Word of Brahm’s union had traveled fast in Envy’s playland, which what Barnaby had been discussing with the other demon when Brahm had brought the poor little lamb home.
Barnaby meowed like a normal cat, although the little black cat had tiny silver horns and eyes. The cat demon didn’t want to give the away the game just yet, he was curious as to what Oath would be like.
— Brahm had left and went back to main tower, wandering aimlessly with a sour enough look on his face that people parted for him. Until some poor unlucky demon ran straight into him. It was the mistake that Brahm had been looking for. Brahm attacked the fellow practically throwing him down the sidewalk and into a street vendors booth.
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Post by Behax on Oct 21, 2020 19:35:22 GMT
Oath didn’t notice Barnaby, not at first. He sat there quietly sobbing into his knees, his breaths wheezing as his shoulders shook with the force of his sobs. He stilled suddenly when he heard the sound of a cat, and very slowly raised his head to look at Barnaby. His eyes were puffy from crying, and his cheeks were streaked with tears. He silently regarded the cat, took in its features, and weariness began to settle on Oath’s features.
He might have been sheltered, but he understood enough to know that Barnaby wasn’t a normal cat, but he didn’t understand his true nature either. For a while he just watched Barnaby, waiting to see if he did anything. Oath was the cautious sort, so it made sense that he’d observe rather than act. After a moment he began to wipe away the tears staining his face.
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Unfortunately for Brahm he ended up throwing his quarry right into the man he likely least wanted to see.
“Woah careful there friend,” said a tall dark haired man, catching the demon as he tumbled into him. He set him straight. “Why don’t you run along now.” The demon opened their mouth to argue before thinking better of it and beating a hasty retreat.
Blue eyes curled with red met Brahms own, there was an amused edge to Beltis’ expression.
“Well look at who the cat dragged in.”
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Post by Grimm on Oct 22, 2020 12:10:00 GMT
The tip of Barnaby's tail tapped the top of his paws as he sat there, the pair observing each other. Barnaby wasn't sure how he wanted to approach this new Nephilim, it wan't like it was just some poor soul that had wondered in off the streets. Plucked maybe, but Brahm's bride was to hold a special purpose - there was no telling what kind of monstrosity laid dormant behind those puffy eyes. Just as Barnaby was about to open his mouth to speak, Envy suddenly appeared out of the darkness of the room. The cat demon scrambled to hide under the bed not wanting to be in Envy's visual presence.
"Oath, little lamb, I nearly forgot," Envy's voice dripped with faux pleasantries as he sat down on the bed, uncomfortably closer than he needed to be. "I have a wedding gift just for you." The demon held out a box wrapped in the finest of gold and turquoise inlay.
"It's your freedom, should you want it." Envy invited the half-angel to look inside. Inside the box, written on lavishly embellished vellum cards were a set of tasks Oath needed to fulfill in order to regain his freedom.
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Brahm had been hoping to start a fight, but Beltis was one of the last persons he wanted to see. Not because he was worried about losing the fight (he had all intentions of losing), but because Beltis reminded him of his inescapable fall.
"Nothing personal." Brahm stated as he stalked right up to Beltis with the intention to take a beating. The angel pulled back his fist and slung it forward and if Beltis dodged, Brahm would try again.
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Post by Behax on Oct 22, 2020 15:10:44 GMT
Envy’s sudden appearance made Oath jump, and the half-angel found himself wanting to join the cat in scampering under the bed and out of Envy’s sight. Oath’s interaction with the demon had been enough to assure him that being the object of his attention was anything but a good thing.
Oath tensed up as the demon sat on the bed, his mere presence was making Oath’s skin crawl. He hesitated as he took the box, his instincts already telling him, whatever was inside, it wouldn’t be as easy as or as simple as ‘his freedom’. This man gave nothing away for free, in fact, Oath rather suspected he asked for a lot more than should ever be asked.
He picked up the first of the cards out of the box, his stomach sinking as he did.
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Beltis raised a questioning eyebrow as Brahm insisted that it was ‘nothing personal’ before throwing a punch his way. Beltis easily stepped out of the way, and out of the way of the next one, and the next. He took easy strides backwards out of Brahm’s way.
“Are you really sure you want to do this? It's not going to fix anything…..whatever ever it is you're wound up about this time.”
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Post by Grimm on Oct 22, 2020 19:09:07 GMT
"Arn't they fun?" Envy smile wide through sharp teeth. "One-hundred deeds in all. Some are simpler than others."
Envy pulled a random card out from the box and read it out loud. "Suck Envy's cock while Brahm plays the violin." Laughed lovingly quiet proud of his creation. "I wrote these all myself. You can do them in whatever order you want." Envy placed the card back into the box. "When a task has been completed the card will disappear and once all the tasks are completed, you will be free of this place. You will be, of course, compensated for these tasks and arrangements can be made for you to dwell much higher in the tower." Envy was leaning in even closer to Oath, smelling the boy's hair.
"I suggest you completed these tasks as quickly as possible, before Brahm ends up consuming your soul." Envy whispered into Oath's ear placing a bit of fear into his words. The demon pulled away with that hallow empty smile. "Read me a few more of those cards out loud would you?"
----------- "I don't care." Brahm seemed unusually tired, his mood souring even further with Beltis' rebuttal. Brahm was getting frustrated as Beltis kept dodging his punches. Brahm's day had already left him drained, so his attempts to strike Beltis hadn't been serious attempts.
"Stop dancing and hit me!" Brahm stopped his advancing. "Fucking HIT ME! Or so help me," He tried to think of something that might provoke Beltis. "I will slaughter everyone on this god-forsaken street." Brahm sounded distraught in his tone. He wanted someone to hurt him, to punish him for what he had done to Oath.
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Post by Behax on Oct 22, 2020 23:09:47 GMT
Envy’s smile put Oath on edge, and he listened in silence as Envy explained the cards and the tasks to him. Though he felt sick when Envy read out what the task on that particular card entailed. Oath’s grip on the box tightened a little as he tensed up when Envy leaned in closer, and he had to wonder how much of him would be left if he did these tasks. Would ‘freedom’ still be worth it in the end assuming Envy even intended to give it to him.
The demon might have noticed the scene of foxglove and faint traces of rose and lavender when he lent in close enough to smell Oath’s hair. Obvious signs that he had already come into contact with a certain half-breed kitsune.
When asked to read the cards Oath just gave Envy a look of uncertainty, but something told him that was deliberate. The demon surely understood how exhausting talking was for Oath already, with his throat ruined the way it was.
He looked down at the card already in his hand, and felt his stomach churn.
“S-service…100...of Envy’s...c-clients…” His voice was quiet and raw from his crying. He reluctantly picked up the next one. “Participate in...3 orgies...” Each card he read made him feel sicker than the last, there was no end to the degradation Envy expected Oath to put himself through for his ‘freedom’, and he more than suspected that more than a few of them would be orchestrated whether he wanted them to be or not. The cards he felt were just there to give him the illusion of choice.
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“Oh come on, surely you can think of a better threat than that…” Beltis’ tone was almost mocking, but there was pity in there too. However he had stopped retreating because Brahm had stopped advancing.
He paused and pulled a pair of leather gloves from his pockets. He pulled them on, making sure they were tight.
“But if you really want me to do this..”
He closed the gap, pulled back, and then punched Brahm right up in the stomach making him double over, before he then punched him hard in the face. Hard enough to lay him out on the street. He stepped over and crouched down next to him, but this point the pair had more than a few onlookers.
“So you want to tell me what this is all about?” He asked as he flexed his fingers and shook out his hand.
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Post by Grimm on Oct 23, 2020 12:03:22 GMT
Envy had noticed the scent on Oath as he had smelled his hair. Inwardly his lips curled in mild annoyance at the notion that Frowly might be tampering with his plans, but this was not evident in any of his manufactured gestures.
"Poor lamb, that voice is just atrocious," Envy nagged at Oath. "but no bother, you still made such sweet squeals as he thrusted into your virgin hole." Again Envy was invading Oath's personal space but was just shy of touching him. "And while you were still afraid, you liked the way it felt. The way he made your body feel." The demon turned on the sexual influence just enough to start to make the young man horny.
"There's nothing wrong with this feeling, nothing wrong in exploring yourself." He poured a little more sexual urge into his words, still not touching Oath. "Let's take a look at one more card, shall we?" Envy gently took the box from Oath and pulled out what seemed to be another random card.
"Pleasure yourself in front of Envy." Envy read the card with such a wide smile it looked liked the edges of his face were going to crack.
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Brahm was speechless as he tried to come up with a more imaginative threat and was rather appreciative that Beltis didn't make him beg for a beating.
As Beltis advance Brahm did nothing to protect himself from the blows, he didn't even tense up, but let them come as they may. Laid out on the street, Brahm made no motion to get up, instead he turned a disappointed glance Beltis' way.
"It's complicated. But in short - I'm magically bonded to some poor fuck." Brahm gestured to his hand and the seal on it.
"Kick me." Brahm requested rather calmly before a better idea came to him. "Kick me a few times and we'll go drinking on my tab." Brahm tried to entice him.
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Post by Behax on Oct 25, 2020 12:37:48 GMT
Oath frowned and subconsciously one of his hands went to his ruined throat, now rebandaged to cover the disfiguring scars. He couldn’t really remember who had redressed and rebandaged him, and kind of just assumed Brahm had done it, though his instincts told him that probably wasn’t right. He had after all been under the power of a powerful sleep spell the whole time he was in Frowley’s dimension. In some ways he hadn’t actually met the other half-breed.
As Envy spoke, he could feel the demon's creeping influence. The arousal, in some ways, made his stomach churn, because Oath understood that despite the words pouring from Envy’s mouth, this feeling wasn’t his. It was something he was being compelled to feel, not that that made it any easier to fight against or resist.
His fingers twitched as Envy poured on the influence, Oath’s body began to feel hot from arousal that was pooling in his lower regions. His face heating up with embarrassment as Envy so easily read that next card aloud.
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Beltis raised his eyebrows at Brahm’s rather simple explanation. He thought they might disappear altogether then Brahm asked that he kick him, and then bribed him.
“You know there are better ways to self-flagellate, than getting someone else to kick the shit out of you…” But then Brahm always was a bit fucked in Beltis’ opinion. Abused a broken in so many ways. A victim of heaven like so many others, but unwilling to let it go.
He stood up, and actually did what Brahm asked, kicked him at least hard enough to crack a rib at one point. Before couching down next to him again.
“Had enough yet?”
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Post by Grimm on Oct 26, 2020 16:58:19 GMT
Envy loved it when the object of his attention behaved so awkwardly. Sexual innocences was never boring as far as Envy was concerned; and he just loved watching them squirm with foreign arousal. Still the demon made no move to touch Oath, instead just kept targeting Oath with feelings of arousal and remained eerily still while he did.
"Oh Lamb, I could just eat you up," Envy's face was uncomfortably gentle when he finally spoke. "Let me put it this way, you can either do this card, explore your sexuality, explore what feels good to you, Or-" Envy emphasized the choice Oath could make here. "-I can do it for you, although I don't think your poor little mind could handle so much skin-to-skin with mine." As to drive the point home Envy touched Oath's face; the half-angel would have felt overpowering ecstasy. "I might accidentally make you a doll, a beautiful eternal doll." Envy pulled his hand away to give Oath the choice.
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Brahm left himself wide open to the kicks although at some point after his rib cracked he let out a pained cry. He wanted more, deserved more. When Beltis stopped Brahm laid on the ground, looking at the fallen angel through unsatisfied silver eyes.
"No, but at least it's made me feel better." Brahm sat up sighing. "Besides, flogging myself would only to lead to pleasure and I needed punishment." Brahm was woefully honest in that regard. "Drink?"
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