Post by Angel Blake on Jun 21, 2018 3:09:37 GMT
His soft lips slowly caressed the side of your neck. They moved their way up to your ear where he gently nibbled and sucked. You felt yourself harden, his fingers dancing their way down your chest toward your midsection.
”You are truly a stunning specimen.”
He whispered into your ear as his tongue subtly brushed against your lobe. You felt yourself swell beneath him. Your body trembled but he held you still.
”Calm yourself, my child.”
His hand moved away but you pressed yourself against him, he smiled, a cold grin enriched by his pale face.
”No. Not yet. You must take me within you.”
Gently he rolls you over, your body quivering with anticipation.
”My faithful soldier. My delicate angel. Do you accept the holy spirit?”
”Yes, my Lord.”
He does not hesitate. Flesh of his flesh. You become one with the Lord in a moment of such divine beauty there are no words to describe it. With his every movement you feel closer to him, warmed by him, secured. He is your world, the only reason for being and you could not imagine a moment without him within you. Then as quickly as it began the moment has passed, the Lord lays besides you, his hand gently rubbing the back of your head, a look of satisfaction on his face.
”My lord…”
You say between exhausted breaths.
”I love you…”
”And I love you, my child.”
His tone naked form stands before you, admiring himself in the mirror against the wall. You smile to yourself, though he may be God he is your Lord and your love for him is unconditional.
”Now tell me, my child, what have you learned of our dear Saint Michael and his beloved daughter?”
He turns from the mirror to look at you with his cold black eyes but your vision rests on the reflection in the mirror. The painted naked form covered by a thin white sheet. You are his Oracle, his vision of things to come.
”The future doesn’t look bright.”
You say solemnly, a destitute future playing before your eyes even as you continue to look into your own, remembering the drug addict you were and the Oracle you’ve become.
”I think it is time you brought daughter Dawn to my chambers. We must prepare her.”
”Yes my lord.”
You say, preparing to stand but he stops you.
”After…”
He whispers as he slinks back down into the bed with you, taking your body into his, you into his and now it is time to return the bliss he gave to you…
Svengali, why are we the enemies?
I never follow, and I never make apologies
Your dementias are gonna get you
Because your walls can't support each other
Settle for the cynical, you're so political
You're getting ready 'cause the first move is critical
Reciprocity, somebody's listening
What did we learn from our time in captivity?
”The Horde.”
He says coldly while seated upon his throne.
” I have anticipated this moment for millenia.”
He seems to smile but it’s almost a sneer.
”The Morningstar, my first child. She has returned to claim her right to my throne. I knew this moment would come and I have dreaded it. I do not wish to battle my children. I do not wish to cast you out again. When you betrayed me, when you chose the mortals over your father, I was truly hurt. For a moment I considered ending all of it.”
“Creation.”
“Eden.”
“Life.”
“But I saw the good in your betrayal. I understood what it was you were fighting for. I allowed you to carry out you betrayal. I allowed you to lure my children to your side. I allowed you to exist among my creations. If I so chose I could have wiped you out with but a snap of my fingers.”
“But I saw the good in you.”
“I understood you believed what you were fighting for and so I allowed you to carry on the war. I allowed you to live among the mortals and build your forces. I allowed you to spread your word. I allowed your continued existence. However you have stepped above your station. You have reached for something that is not yours to own.”
“You will never be God.”
“Abaddon.”
“You will never be. Despite your efforts you will always be my creation. You will always serve my purpose. You will always be what I created you to be. You are the answer to the age old question.”
“Is the Devil evil or is she exactly what I made her to be?”
His terrible grin shines through the darkness that surrounds him.
”Fight as you may, as admirable as it may be you will always be what I made you to be. An adversary. An adversary who is destined to lose. As it was written so it shall be. The beast will fall before my archangel and a new age of peace and prosperity will begin. Eden will once again live on Earth as those mortals who believed in me will become immortal and live forever in my garden.”
“But your Horde will forever burn in a hell of your own making.”
“I am sorry, my Morningstar. My most beautiful of creations. You have dug this grave and all those who follow you will sleep in it…”
“Save for one…”
He says with an almost sinister grin.”
”One of yours will be coming home with me. The one who you love the most.”
“Dean Harper.”
“I will take him. I will love him. I will enfuse him with my holy spirit and I will show him the light. Dean Harper will be converted. He will forget you, Abaddon, he will betray you. Dean Harper will be my holy soldier before this war is over and he will refute you. He will betray you as you betrayed me, he will accept my love, he will kneel at my feet, he will be the flesh of my flesh, the blood of my blood…”
“Dean Harper will be what you wish to be.”
“My Morningstar. My Abaddon. You will fail. You will fall. You will do what you were made to do and you will suffer as you were made to suffer and your Horde will burn for all eternity…”
“Besides Dean…”
“My chosen one.”
The Lord looks intently with a certain desire in his black eyes.
“As for the mortals who find themselves in this match…”
“I apologize.”
“You have been placed in a warzone you do not completely understand. You are not capable of understanding. You are not able to defend yourselves. You are but canon fodder. Food for the immortals. You will be like a sacrifice on the altar of the ancient Mayans. Bodies, cattle being lead to a slaughter.”
“Roberto Verona. Bob Pooler. Cable Arcane. Steve Awesome. Rob Diamond. El Grande Malo.”
“The names of the deceased. You stand no chance on a battlefield which pits Heaven against Hell. You are little more than obstacles to be overcome. You stand no chance of victory. You stand even less chance of survival. You have made the choice to come between myself and Abaddon and you will be dealt with accordingly.”
“You will be eliminated.”
“You do not factor into my ultimate design. You are not integral pieces to my overall machine. You are little more than bit parts in a play larger than you can possibly imagine. This war does not concern you. It does not involve you. You have already decided to not believe in me, you do not follow Abaddon so you are simply casualties.”
“If you come between me and my Morningstar you will be buried, for Caberto may hold the shovels but Gods are the ones who fill the graves. This is your only warning, your only chance. You may take it and step aside or you can step into the Apocalypse and feel my wrath. I am not in a forgiving mood. I am tired of giving mortals chances at redemption.”
“My holy wrath is coming.”
“It does not have to come for you yet. You may still enjoy the touch of loved ones. You may still enjoy the mediocrity of your lives. You may still enjoy the simpleness of living. Or you can fight, you can lose and you can be buried alongside the Horde. There is none among you I wish to save, none I wish to have by my side in Eden.”
“Steve Awesome is a waste of human flesh.”
“Malo is a bundle of unfulfilled potential.”
“Rob Diamond is an uneducated bigot.”
“Bob Pooler is simply a failure.”
“Roberto Verona is self obsessed.”
“And Cable Arcane focuses far too much on the meaningless aspects of life.”
“Each of you will feel my holy touch if you do not back down and each of you will succumb to my will. That is not a threat, that is the way things will be. I am the beginning. I am your end. You will not live to see the end of this night if you chose to fight against me.”
The Lord rises, his followers suddenly appearing behind him.
”Your choices are…
The lord of lies!
The morning star!
You had to be set free!
Opposing sides!
Your choices are!
The negative one and me!
”You are truly a stunning specimen.”
He whispered into your ear as his tongue subtly brushed against your lobe. You felt yourself swell beneath him. Your body trembled but he held you still.
”Calm yourself, my child.”
His hand moved away but you pressed yourself against him, he smiled, a cold grin enriched by his pale face.
”No. Not yet. You must take me within you.”
Gently he rolls you over, your body quivering with anticipation.
”My faithful soldier. My delicate angel. Do you accept the holy spirit?”
”Yes, my Lord.”
He does not hesitate. Flesh of his flesh. You become one with the Lord in a moment of such divine beauty there are no words to describe it. With his every movement you feel closer to him, warmed by him, secured. He is your world, the only reason for being and you could not imagine a moment without him within you. Then as quickly as it began the moment has passed, the Lord lays besides you, his hand gently rubbing the back of your head, a look of satisfaction on his face.
”My lord…”
You say between exhausted breaths.
”I love you…”
”And I love you, my child.”
His tone naked form stands before you, admiring himself in the mirror against the wall. You smile to yourself, though he may be God he is your Lord and your love for him is unconditional.
”Now tell me, my child, what have you learned of our dear Saint Michael and his beloved daughter?”
He turns from the mirror to look at you with his cold black eyes but your vision rests on the reflection in the mirror. The painted naked form covered by a thin white sheet. You are his Oracle, his vision of things to come.
”The future doesn’t look bright.”
You say solemnly, a destitute future playing before your eyes even as you continue to look into your own, remembering the drug addict you were and the Oracle you’ve become.
”I think it is time you brought daughter Dawn to my chambers. We must prepare her.”
”Yes my lord.”
You say, preparing to stand but he stops you.
”After…”
He whispers as he slinks back down into the bed with you, taking your body into his, you into his and now it is time to return the bliss he gave to you…
Svengali, why are we the enemies?
I never follow, and I never make apologies
Your dementias are gonna get you
Because your walls can't support each other
Settle for the cynical, you're so political
You're getting ready 'cause the first move is critical
Reciprocity, somebody's listening
What did we learn from our time in captivity?
”The Horde.”
He says coldly while seated upon his throne.
” I have anticipated this moment for millenia.”
He seems to smile but it’s almost a sneer.
”The Morningstar, my first child. She has returned to claim her right to my throne. I knew this moment would come and I have dreaded it. I do not wish to battle my children. I do not wish to cast you out again. When you betrayed me, when you chose the mortals over your father, I was truly hurt. For a moment I considered ending all of it.”
“Creation.”
“Eden.”
“Life.”
“But I saw the good in your betrayal. I understood what it was you were fighting for. I allowed you to carry out you betrayal. I allowed you to lure my children to your side. I allowed you to exist among my creations. If I so chose I could have wiped you out with but a snap of my fingers.”
“But I saw the good in you.”
“I understood you believed what you were fighting for and so I allowed you to carry on the war. I allowed you to live among the mortals and build your forces. I allowed you to spread your word. I allowed your continued existence. However you have stepped above your station. You have reached for something that is not yours to own.”
“You will never be God.”
“Abaddon.”
“You will never be. Despite your efforts you will always be my creation. You will always serve my purpose. You will always be what I created you to be. You are the answer to the age old question.”
“Is the Devil evil or is she exactly what I made her to be?”
His terrible grin shines through the darkness that surrounds him.
”Fight as you may, as admirable as it may be you will always be what I made you to be. An adversary. An adversary who is destined to lose. As it was written so it shall be. The beast will fall before my archangel and a new age of peace and prosperity will begin. Eden will once again live on Earth as those mortals who believed in me will become immortal and live forever in my garden.”
“But your Horde will forever burn in a hell of your own making.”
“I am sorry, my Morningstar. My most beautiful of creations. You have dug this grave and all those who follow you will sleep in it…”
“Save for one…”
He says with an almost sinister grin.”
”One of yours will be coming home with me. The one who you love the most.”
“Dean Harper.”
“I will take him. I will love him. I will enfuse him with my holy spirit and I will show him the light. Dean Harper will be converted. He will forget you, Abaddon, he will betray you. Dean Harper will be my holy soldier before this war is over and he will refute you. He will betray you as you betrayed me, he will accept my love, he will kneel at my feet, he will be the flesh of my flesh, the blood of my blood…”
“Dean Harper will be what you wish to be.”
“My Morningstar. My Abaddon. You will fail. You will fall. You will do what you were made to do and you will suffer as you were made to suffer and your Horde will burn for all eternity…”
“Besides Dean…”
“My chosen one.”
The Lord looks intently with a certain desire in his black eyes.
“As for the mortals who find themselves in this match…”
“I apologize.”
“You have been placed in a warzone you do not completely understand. You are not capable of understanding. You are not able to defend yourselves. You are but canon fodder. Food for the immortals. You will be like a sacrifice on the altar of the ancient Mayans. Bodies, cattle being lead to a slaughter.”
“Roberto Verona. Bob Pooler. Cable Arcane. Steve Awesome. Rob Diamond. El Grande Malo.”
“The names of the deceased. You stand no chance on a battlefield which pits Heaven against Hell. You are little more than obstacles to be overcome. You stand no chance of victory. You stand even less chance of survival. You have made the choice to come between myself and Abaddon and you will be dealt with accordingly.”
“You will be eliminated.”
“You do not factor into my ultimate design. You are not integral pieces to my overall machine. You are little more than bit parts in a play larger than you can possibly imagine. This war does not concern you. It does not involve you. You have already decided to not believe in me, you do not follow Abaddon so you are simply casualties.”
“If you come between me and my Morningstar you will be buried, for Caberto may hold the shovels but Gods are the ones who fill the graves. This is your only warning, your only chance. You may take it and step aside or you can step into the Apocalypse and feel my wrath. I am not in a forgiving mood. I am tired of giving mortals chances at redemption.”
“My holy wrath is coming.”
“It does not have to come for you yet. You may still enjoy the touch of loved ones. You may still enjoy the mediocrity of your lives. You may still enjoy the simpleness of living. Or you can fight, you can lose and you can be buried alongside the Horde. There is none among you I wish to save, none I wish to have by my side in Eden.”
“Steve Awesome is a waste of human flesh.”
“Malo is a bundle of unfulfilled potential.”
“Rob Diamond is an uneducated bigot.”
“Bob Pooler is simply a failure.”
“Roberto Verona is self obsessed.”
“And Cable Arcane focuses far too much on the meaningless aspects of life.”
“Each of you will feel my holy touch if you do not back down and each of you will succumb to my will. That is not a threat, that is the way things will be. I am the beginning. I am your end. You will not live to see the end of this night if you chose to fight against me.”
The Lord rises, his followers suddenly appearing behind him.
”Your choices are…
The lord of lies!
The morning star!
You had to be set free!
Opposing sides!
Your choices are!
The negative one and me!
Well howdy there pardner.