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Post by Grimm on Jan 30, 2013 16:31:33 GMT
"We knew you wouldn't understand...how can he. Fallen long ago, he did. Things changed at home." Octavius used the word loosely, since he had never been there. He licked his lips as the memory of Frowly's blood wetted his appetite further in anticipation of Beltis' might taste of. Would it taste like his own? Or like Frowlys? Or would it be as sweet as the dropllets that he had stolen from his Master during those violent displays of lust and passion. With that memory came another, and then another. He could remember the past 500 years suddenly so clearly, almost as if he had witnessed it rather then lived it.
"I can remember it. Frowly....shared with me for a moment. And I remember...I remember that my eyes were blue once." Octavius touched his own face in a moment of realization as he was noticeably a little more rooted in his reality.
"I remember that I surrendered my everything to my Vampire Master and that I loved him. I did not WANT Redemption! I do not want it now! Nor EVER to return to that order which I hate and despise with every fiber of my being!!" Octavius spoke with a heated passion against Heaven. "And yet...Gabriel's voice rages inside my head. My oath was not to He....it was to Gabriel! Don't you understand...It is Gabriel that sits on the throne now! God is-"
"silence! be silent." Although the voice came from Octavius it was more harsh around the edges, much like the time when they had first met in Lusive's appartment.
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Post by Behax on Jan 30, 2013 23:31:11 GMT
Beltis cocked an eyebrow at the ‘we’, seemed Octavius was only become more and more fractured. He knew this of course, the evidence of it was getting clearer and clearer and he had the feeling that Frowly sharing his gift with the fallen angel had likely only worsened his condition. Damn that hybrid just liked to show off and play with people even at a danger to himself.
“I’m sure drinking that hybrids blood showed you a great many things…not just how your eyes have changed.” He frowned, Beltis could only scarcely remember that his own eyes had not always been the redish-purple they were now. Though His son like all Angel-Demon hybrids had heterochroma and one of his eyes was the same as Beltis’ original eye colour.
But getting back on track he was sure Octavius must have also seen a future where his decent into madness was halted or even reversed.
“It is Gabriel that sits on the throne now! God is-"
“Dead,” Beltis slipped in before Octavius tried to silence himself.
This was no news to Beltis. In all his time in heaven he had never once seen ‘God’. The news to him was that it was Gabriel that was now apparently in charge. When Beltis had lived in and served heaven it had been the Metatron who ran the show.
“Power struggles abound in the land of the righteous,” he commented mostly to himself, giving his tail a clumsy swish, the appendage was obviously new to him.
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Post by Grimm on Jan 31, 2013 15:17:25 GMT
Octavius grabbed hold of himself, knuckles turning white as he struggled to stop the other side from bubbling to the surface. He was finding that his recollection of memories was helping him subdue the other him for the time being.
The hybrids blood had been a powerful aid in helping Octavius distinguish between the two halves. Before the thoughts had always been blurred, unsure which had been him and what part of him was fallen. And just like so many before, he had always just assumed that the other side had been the fallen creature. But it wasn't like that at all...
"I understand it now...." The look of bewilderment was gone and replaced by a deep calm. The silver mirrors of his eyes cracked, leaving a black abyss to peek out between the jagged edges. The labored breathing of confusion had settled into a rhythmic and steady breath.
Those fractured eyes trailed over Beltis with a restrained and quiet lust. "It was only 16 years ago that I was cast away and within that same year I was captured by a Vampire. And then I was bound to the house in which he dwelled. I would of been happy there. I tried to be happy there. I shuttered and moaned under his cruel and wonderful touch," Octavius paused as if to calm his excitement at the memories of the pleasurable sex the pair had had.
"And maybe I would of been, had it not been that I had already been bound to Gabriel." Octavius could feel himself losing to the Incubus side of himself. After spending so much time with Septimus, who's Vampires family had famously descended from an Incubus, it was only natural the pair had swapped a substantial amount of blood. "I am the Fallen, It is the Angel." What Octavius had spoke had felt so right, and it felt like a weight had been lifted off his chest.
Octavius could feel his temperature rising as he was trying to stop his sudden arousal, and he swallowed hard. "Forgive me, I Find it hard to stop myself." His hands roamed and explored his own body, biting his bottom lip in an effort to restrain.
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Post by Behax on Jul 23, 2013 17:27:49 GMT
"I understand it now...."
Beltis perked up a little at that comment. Wondering what it was exactly that Octavius understood. The sudden calm was a bit unsettling, not that his behaviour beforehand hadn’t been. The revelation that Octavius had only been out of Heaven 16 years ago was however surprising. He’d fallen far in such a short time, it took most Angels at least a century to get to such a stage, for their soul to have rotted and decayed so far. Beltis himself has been cast out hundreds of years before and his change from angel to demon had been slow…still was slow he wasn’t all the way to the other side yet. But 16 years and Octavius had fallen this far? Though he imagined his time being imprisoned and played with by a vampire had gone some ways to push him.
“This vampire certainly does seem to have had a great effect on you,” he remarks taking a step closer to Octavius. “As does Frowly…..but that’s usually just what he wants.” Beltis wondered just how much further down the rabbit hole Frowly had pushed this pitiful creature who was becoming a slave to his own lust. “I’d say you’ve come into contact with an incubus or two….or at least the blood of one.” The signs were clear to see, for Beltis knew them well.
The demoness that had brought Beltis to his fall was the queen of the succubai, so he was plenty acquainted with the effect that particular species of demons had on people…or well other creatures…even other demons.
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Post by Grimm on Sept 12, 2013 4:05:09 GMT
If Octavius thought he had control of his shatter self, it was a fleeing pipe dream. A Maelstroms of whispers swirled around his head like an unforgiving hurricane. The calm was starting to leave him, and he started to fidget again, reluctantly still trying to hold on to the eye of the storm.
"I just want….I want…" What did he want? He didn't know how to finish the sentence that he started. He felt so pathetic in Beltis' presence…here was an angel who was able to cast off the chains of servitude….while Octavius was being drowned by his. And for what? A heaven he had never seen, an oath he could hardly remember….but why…why couldn't he just break free of them...
Heat was rolling from his body, his pale pink lips parted with careful breaths. "Would an Incubus help me now? Would it help me….control this?" His hands were shaking as they clawed their way down his throat and chest, leaving scarlet trails in their wake of self inflicted pleasurable pain. Cracked silver eyes pierced through the dim light at Beltis, peeking out between soft mane of snow white hair.
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