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Cat and Mouse

<AngelAU Part 3>

The grey skies cried for the angelic male as he stalked towards ‘SAVIN SAMMIS’ the nearest grocery outlet. The cracked and weed filled parking lot smelled like burnt skunk much to his disgust. Only two cars resided in the lot, both seeming to be in poor condition. He wasn’t sure if they even had the capacity to run. His throat felt constricted from the collar around his throat, the ‘pet’ engraved tag consistently tapping against his skin. How dare this huntress demean him with such menial tasks! He was a god damned prince.

Entering the store, the sliding doors chimed a sweet welcome that fell off tune in his ears. How annoying. He strode into the establishment with the cockiness of a prince, after all that’s what he was. Stares were to be expected, after all it wasn’t every day these mortals could gaze upon divinity, although the judgmental looks were new, and slightly concerning.  His pale fingers cupped a can of soup. Chunky. Good. Maybe she’d choke on it. He placed it into the small basket he’d picked up by the door. Glancing down at the worn parchment she’d given the bird, he searched for the next item he needed to get here. Dog bowls? Those poor dogs, he felt pity they had her for an owner.

“Stay still. Move even a centimeter and I’ll rip out your hair.” The huntress growled this, her hand taking an handful of Kram’s hair from behind, pulling back rather roughly. Kram’s vision was filled with the dark ceiling, her wings shifting and flapping uncomfortably as her throat was held exposed for the huntress.  The small bird whined in her discomfort, while the huntress examined Kram’s slender throat. The cuts she gained from the thorny leash had all but healed, nothing but a few light bruises visible. 

“You heal slow, good. Perhaps those marks will remind you that I am in charge. Anymore tricks and I won’t be so gentle.” The angelic wasn’t going to clarify that she only healed slowly for small cuts. Broken bones and serious injuries were healed with speed, thus her and Lark’s arms were already mended. Something the huntress was clearly ignoring.  Kram also wasn’t going to clarify that she didn’t do anything. She was innocent! Still she suppose she had to pay for her brother’s temper.  

Katar scrunched her face and threw the angel onto the floor, as if disgusted to even be touching the small woman.  “Upstairs, first door on the left. Get me some clothes and do not wander.” 

Kram parted those full lips of hers to say something, but thought better of it, by the sharp glare given to her. Something in the feline’s eyes told her to keep her mouth shut and do as she was told. Scrambling to her feet the female scurried up the staircase. The woman was terrifying. Yet in some twisted way Kram wanted nothing more than please her, craving the odd cherry euphoria she had tasted earlier. As if she were addicted to it after one taste. Pondering if the huntress had such an ability, the female found the door in question. Pushing against it, the door opened without complaint, revealing a dark interior. Bottles littered the floor and the bed which was placed under a window. There were dressers on each side of the room along with a cherry wood chest at the base of the bed. 

Kram went to the chest and opened it up. Within were more bottles and a few bizarre toys. She lifted a baggie, filled with some kind of plant. It smelled weird. Placing it back her curious hands plucked a strange item out of the chest. Eight inches and thick it wormed and wiggled in her grasp, giving the bird quite a fright. It hit the bottom of the chest buzzing excitedly as it bumped into the glass bottles clanking with such noise the angelic feared the huntress would hear it’s WWWWRRRRRRRR! Kram hurriedly shut the chest with a panicked squawk and exhaled a sharp breath, while taking a quick look around. Her heart thudded with fear, although the huntress didn’t seem to notice the now soft buzzing within the chest. Kram couldn’t even imagine what horrors such a weapon could bestow. She thought for a moment it was trying to suck her soul out from her hands, luckily she’d dropped it. How horrifying. This woman truly was something to be feared. Pale and nervous of anything that drew too near, the small bird went to a dresser. 

  Within the dresser she found only shorts. No undergarments or shirts, so with a helpless sound she gathered these along with what appeared to be a leather jacket. Kram didn’t bother to peek around anymore, too afraid of what else she might find in this horrible room.

The small woman ran into the hall and jumped the stair banister, not willing to take the stairs. She wanted away from that room and quickly. Her wings fanned out gently, allowing her to glide down. The messenger dress she wore, floated up, revealing tight shorts and a short crop tank top. As her toes kissed the wooden floor, her dress floated back down around her thighs. She offered the clothes to the feline with a pale face. 

Katar gave a predatory grin, the perverted expression something not recognized by the small cinna-bun of an angelic. “Your clothes Ma’am? I... I couldn’t find... I only... ...these...” She offered the clothes once more with a poor blush, she felt guilty for being unable to find a proper set of clothes for the woman before her.

“Alright first of all, you need to speak the fuck up. Now repeat that louder.” The huntress looked the angel up and down with a short exhale while poor Kram turned an even darker shade. “A...ah! Um... r-right! I... Your CLOTHES!” She shut her eyes as she full on shouted to the huntress, her rear pushed back, face forward as she tried to speak up as loud as possible. Katar’s ears fell flat, wincing at the angel’s new volume. Although she really couldn’t be mad, as that’s what she’d asked for. 

The Huntress gave the angel a stern glare as the clothes were swiped and slowly put on. Poor Kram wilted under the intense eye contact, stuttering under her breath as she shifted her weight and squirmed.  Now ‘dressed’ the feline found herself to be bored. “How do you feel about playing cat and mouse- actually who cares how you feel? We’re playing cat and mouse- and you’re  the mouse.” Katar clapped her hands together, a weapon seemingly spawning into existence as a wild grin took over her face. “Rules: Stay in the house. Run.” 

Upon seeing Kram’s horrified expression the huntress laughed, “Don’t worry you get a handicap- three seconds. One. Tw-” Kram twisted and fled, tripping over herself in her panic. Her wings flapping, lifting her up off the floor, the female flew to the top forty foot vaulted ceiling, looking down at the feline. A flash was all the warning the woman got as the tip of a blade barely miss her cheek and ear, embedding into the ceiling so hard it sang with power. 

Kram exhaled and twisted, much like a contortionist, iridescent light chasing her hands, as she danced in the air. Without warning the light wrapped around her slender form making her invisible. Even the sound of her wings ceased, although unbeknownst to the cat, that was because she’d landed on the banister. Katar raised her hand, the blade returning to her hand.

Katar sang sweetly, “Oh little birdie~ No need to hide! I’m only going to break you a little.” Kram meanwhile didn’t move from her perch on the banister, fearful if she moved she’d make a sound. The thorny leash dug into Kram’s neck, making her cry out in pain, the unforgiving leash yanking her from the banister down to the first floor. Whatever iridescent light had been around Kram had all but gone, allowing the feline to catch the angelic by the front of her shirt. Their foreheads touched as the larger woman purred, “I didn’t say fly. I said run.” Being released the small angelic was left to fall into a heap at the huntress’s feet. 

With a short inhale of breath, great big alligator tears slipped from Kram’s eyes, her breath sort and soft. She stood up sharply and she fled, weeping from the huntress. Aw, it seemed the small bird had been frightened to tears. Her soft crying breaths almost inaudible as she threw herself up the stairs towards the highest point of the church. She clearly wasn’t thinking about being cornered, she just didn’t want to be near the huntress. 

Katar slowly followed the small angelic, not really in much of a hurry. 

Meanwhile Lark picked a bottle of liquor, surely this was the one on the list? Ugh. What foul liquid. The male took these items to the front while the cashier tried not to laugh at him. Lark gave her a sharp glare, clearly not in the mood for human antics. He just wanted to pay for this nonsense and get out of this shitty establishment, and hopefully out of the hellish house his sister had gotten them into. The male hoped she was suffering, the little wench, for getting them both enslaved to such a foul creature. Showing the I.D and cash as instructed on the paper, he was given the grocery bags. The woman snickered, “Have a good day pet.” It took all of Lark’s self control to continue walking. He was going to become a murderer if they were forced to stay here much longer. 

A Human Murderer. 

“Stop your tears.” The female threw her blade into the floor as she stalked to the angel, pulling her back. The Huntress was met with bright neon yellow eyes, black veins crawling down the angelic’s face, as if she was infected with some horrible disease. “See? That was fun. Now get up.” The Huntress tossed the angelic. Kram tried to stand only to hit with that odd cherry taste. Positive energy flowed into her, and those yellow eyes returned to her normal bright green. The black veins faded and the angelic was left pure once more, no longer infected by negative emotions. 

“Hmm, interesting. Well, time for dinner, Lark should be back soon.” 

-Beyond the Lights Angel Au

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Message Delivered

<AngelAU Part 2>

Kram had blindly rose into the Heavens. Through the Boarder, into Astria. Once there she landed with a gasp of relief. She was Home! The ever constant grip of the collar however reminded her she had a task to complete. She was quickly intercepted by a Delta Ranked Guard. They glowered at her.

“What is a Messenger doing coming from Earth?” 

“All Mother... I must speak with All Mother about the Treaty!” Kram insisted this despite her lack of breath. The Guard held up his hand with a disapproving nod.

“No Messenger speaks with All Mother. You know this. Tell me the message- and I shall pass it up as per our custom.” 

“Okay uh... The Reaper sends her regards to the All Mother? Uhm.. She refuses the Riches and Wealth. She seeks power. She will keep me and my brother, and says to offer her more than what the Demolians give her. She awaits for the offer. U...Uhm...and she said quickly or...or my wings...” 

The Guard nodded in alarm, suddenly understanding Kram’s urgency. “Understood! I will tell her immediately. You have done well Messenger. Go to your next duty.” 

Kram shuffled uncomfortably. Lark had been right. This was a bad choice. “I can’t... I.... the Treaty...?” She grew quiet- what was she going to do? Taking one step forward she thought of fleeing. Trying it just once. In the end however, she could not disobey. Not because of whatever force Katar had against her, but instead because she was too good to disobey. So with a heavy sigh she rose into the air and headed back down to Earth. 

Meanwhile, Lark was still perched at the end of the street. He was grooming his wings, cleaning them from the filth that Earth offered them. Lark had a bad feeling. A suspicion. After all no Angels went to Earth. Ever. Why would to Messengers, the lowest of the low be sent down here to deliver a treaty? It didn’t add up. It didn’t make sense. Why did it take two? Why a male and female? These things didn’t seem right. Moreover, how long had Kram been gone? Surely it had been too long now? Where was she? What was taking her so long? 

It was concern alone that had the male wander back to the Church. He was sure not to draw too near to the rundown piece of shit. It’s boarded up windows, wear and tear all seemed like a trap. The building screamed danger, and he listened. Wings folded the white haired male crossed his arms, green eyes blue eyes picking the building apart for escape points. He was certain there was a backdoor- else why would there be a fence and backyard? 

He waited, going so far as to sit upon the broken sidewalk, although he was careful to avoid the glass littering the surface. Nearly twenty minutes later, Kram landed, ignoring the glass that bit into her feet- causing bright silver blood to smear against the pavement. Not that she paid much mind. Pain was enjoyable- and not really noticed when she was in a state of panic as she was in now. Lark caught her arm with a sharp tug, “Kramelisa what are you doing?!” His tone was sharp, angry. “I... I was delivering the message back. I had.. She... The Devil... and... then she grabbed... and... I... I had to...” Lark held his hands up. “Stop. We’re leaving.” 

Kram shook her head, with tiny tears at the corner of her eyes, “No no no no!” The male grabbed his smaller sister with a grumble and took off into the air, dragging her along. He’d hardly made it fifty meters into the air before a short squawking shriek struck his ears. His progress stopped, and with a sharp look down he quickly found why. Thorns bit and dug into Kram’s neck, bright silver blood adorning the deadly leash that tried to drag her back to earth. She wheezed and gasped clawing at her brother to let her go. Pain, So much pain. It grew into dizzying sparks a swell of pleasure, overcome by the increasing about of adrenaline and stress pumping through her thin veins.

The longer her brother refused to let her go- the stronger and more violent the pull on the thorns became, until Kram was certain she was going to be beheaded. Lark gave in an released her. Oh but she did not fall, the thorns pulled taunt, and viciously slammed her poor frame into the ground, hard enough to quite literally indent the earth with an angelic impression. Kram nearly vomited from the force of impact, the thorns sawing and searing as her limp form was dragged into the house. The door opening to accept the nearly unconscious angel. 

Lark kept close to his sister, cutting his hands to try and free her from this strange leash. “What’s happening? Kram, Kram. Talk to me damn it.” Without realizing he was dragged into the church, clawing and yanking at Kram’s collar to set her free, as she blinked blearily- slightly incoherent of her situation. The thorns seemingly vanished- Kram’s collar dyed silver in blood. Before Lark was a pair of feet, and above him was a very unimpressed Huntress.

“Holy Shit.” Was the best the white haired Male could make out. He raised his arms in defense as he tried to yank his sister back. “Reaper.” Oh he knew EXACTLY who she was, while his sister moaned in pained delight? At least that’s what it sounded like. 

“Ughh....about time. Took long enough.” Katar grumpily growled, before placing a towel back on her face. Wait... was she... hungover? She lazily raised a hand, “Water. Go get me water. Make it quick.” She didn’t seem to be talking to anyone in particular. 

Lark narrowed his eyes, “She, nor I is your servant. Now release whatever spell you put on her and let us go this instant.” Lark snapped. He was quite stern, his blue eyes burning with rage. How dare she hurt his sister in such a vulgar manner, then demand water! 

Katar chuckled, the sound dark, nasty, foreboding. “Look at her neck child, she’s mine, and so are you.” With a crisp sound, much like a snap, Lark felt his windpipe constrict. A collar. Oh hell no. Glaring down, he yanked on the collar, a small name tag visible. Pet.  HELL NO. 

“You... You can’t enslave the Prince or Princess of Astria! How dare you call me a pet.” His wings expanded, their beautiful fluffy feathers glowed with iridescent light, making the room fill with rainbow reflections. “You will release us NOW Demon Pet.” He snarled viciously. 

“Down.” The word was spoken softly, and yet an unseen force slammed Lark to the ground. The blow was so powerful his nose bled. He struggled to rise but it was futile. Instead he could feel his windpipe constrict. The collar unforgiving as he gasped and choked on threats. Looking up he’d find Kram clawing at her damaged neck weakly- her eyes rolling as she wheezed pathetically. It was then, that Lark submitted. For while he acted like he did not care, Kram was by far the most precious thing to him. 

“Now if I let your collars loosen, will you actually listen?” Katar had sat up, removing the towel from her face as she gently kicked Lark in the face with her bare foot. Smearing her victory into his face with her toes. He growled in his rage, but nodded none the less. He had no choice. If he didn’t agree... what would happen to Kram? The small female pathetically reaching out for aid. 

Without any indication the collars began to loosen. The two finally able to breathe once more. Those sharp red eyes glared at Kram thoughtfully, the angel’s ruined neck slowly healing. Yet for all her pain the angel seemed... content? How bizarre. Katar pointed to the kitchen, which was relatively close, “You. Water.” Her gaze on Lark. 

The tall male stood with a growl of rage. However, he was obedient this time, turning his back on the Huntress to get her a glass of water. A simple task that was completed quickly, although he hoped she’d choke on it. Wretched Bitch. Oh Lark was furious. With a sharp movement, he handed the Huntress the requested glass of water. Katar in turn, accepted it. Once in possession of the glass, she jerked it upwards, successfully dumping the water into the angel’s face. 

“Oh no.... my hand slipped. Clean it up.” Her tone turned dark, dangerous. If looks could kill, Katar would have been dead on the spot. However, Lark was smart, and chose not to retaliate just yet. Instead he huffed and returned to the kitchen were he had seen a towel. 

The cat took a single finger, hooking it on Kram’s collar and lifting the small woman up, as she didn’t weigh that much. Kram looked upon Katar with rosy cheeks and a flustered expression. However Katar didn’t punish the angel, instead Kram was released next to Katar. “Stay.” One word, spoken with finality. Kram nodded with a soft, “Y-yes Ma’am...” 

A sickly sweet taste filled Kram’s mouth, confusing her greatly. It filled her senses along with an short spurt of euphoria. The angel grinned like an idiot, relaxing into the spot she had been told to stay, hiding her face which was now a very obvious red, her wings twitching with enjoyment. No she didn’t know WHY this was happening, oh but how lovely it was to experience. While Kram might have been basking in her moment, Lark was not only unimpressed. He was almost insulted by his sister’s happiness. 

How dare she feel good and happy and content when they were both stuck in this hell hole with this wretched... UGH! With a short flick, the water that had soaked into the carpet came up and embedded itself into the towel. The towel that he tossed into the kitchen. It landed quite perfectly on the counter, folded neatly. There was no time to be impressed however, Lark glowered at the Huntress. “You’ve had your fun. Now release us Reaper.” He was not willing to obey, not willing to cooperate and be happy go lucky like Kram. He was going to resist and get them both their freedom. Whatever it took! 

Katar gave a large grin, teeth exposed, fangs in all. “Ahhh ha, you don’t get it do you?” She turned to Kram, who sat up at attention (and slight fear), “What was your name again? Tell him about the Treaty.” 

Kram’s expression melted into an apology as she spoke, “The All Mother granted the Huntress possession of the messenger and the messenger’s brother. For ahem... Fertility and ah... use.” 

Lark’s expression was one of disgust and horror, “What?” He shook his head in disbelief, “For fertility?” He was NOT going to have sex with this monstrous woman. He wanted to argue. To say hell with the treaty. However, Lark was no idiot. To do so would mean the deaths and enslavement of so many more. Their All Mother had made a sacrifice. Two in return for many.  “But we aren’t the Messengers. We used their clothes as disguise. We were escaping. We’re not apart of these...these negotiations.” 

Kram shook her head slowly, tugging on her long white hair with a nervous smile, “But... I delivered it. That makes me the messenger... and you.... are my brother. We can’t wiggle out of this.” 

“I mean she’s right. After you two were escaping- I could offer asylum. All you have to do is obey. Especially you pet. Pet’s are supposed to obey. I mean look at your sister she’s enjoying herself.” 

Lark gave Katar an expression that could only be described as ‘are-you-fucking-dumb?’ his voice only furthered this expression as he was quite short with her. “Kram is an idiot. Over emotional, twisted, and rash. Of course she’s enjoying herself. She’s a whore for attention and will do anything for positive reinforcement. You’re not fucking special. She’ll do shit for anyone.” Kram had the decency to look offended and hurt. “I won’t obey a murderer. A blade for hire with no decency to wear CLOTHES or think about those around her. You both disgust me.”  No mercy from Lark’s verbal wrath. 

Without a warning, a sharp sweet taste filled his mouth. Sudden, overwhelming bliss flooded him. His knees went weak, Lark didn’t know if he was standing, running, sitting or laying down. He lost all sensation. The euphoria subsided and he found he was on the ground. His face red and his anger distant. He tried to pull on his rage. To strike back, but that sweet warning taste flooded his mouth once more, and he lost all sense of self and time. Grinning like an idiot he went limp. He may have resisted against pain, but not even Lark could stave off pleasure.

“Pity.” Katar hummed “Here I thought you were sooo~ stubborn. Turns out you’re just like your sister.” Katar took the towel that had been on her face, and began to clean up the blood that dyed Kram’s collar. “You’re going to get blood on my couch.” Was the only grumbled excuse that was offered. 

Kram spoke up, softly, “He means....uh... well.  I...he... we’re... not used to serving. He’s just.... angry that... All Mother would do that... he’ll come around... with time... he uh... like’s sweet things...” She stopped talking with a soft sound of distress at being cleaned up. Not that she minded, she didn’t. Instead she felt bad that Katar was doing it, her poor face bright red with embarrassment, and slight shame. 

Lark gasped softly as the bliss ended. He collected his baring. Katar grunted and stood up straight. “Alright Listen up. You both are dumb pieces of shit. You’re going to listen to me. All you think about is yourselves. You’re self absorbed. And your All Mother? Psh. She’s Nothing. None of you are Holy or grand. You’re filthy and mortal like the rest of us. No better than the Demolians. Worse even, because at least they aren’t racist cunts. You have free roam of the house, but you have to clean it. Starting with the bottles. However you,” She motioned to Kram, “You’re staying here. You can sing to me while I sober up here.” 

Lark didn’t argue, which was a first. He merely stood, and silently began collecting bottles and trash. No clinking, no crunch nor crumpling sounds. So silently in fact that his entire being went iridescent, as if he wasn’t there at all. 

Kram’s glow grew soft, soothing. For she may have been slow healing herself, her ability to heal other’s was astounding, “I knoooow~ I know, you Belooooong, to Soooome~body neeeeew~” She paused for breath the next note sweet and soft, “But tonight..... you belllloooonngg~ to me. Just to little old me.” The sound was beautiful enough. Katar’s aches and pains, past wounds healed. Scars thick and mended. Her headache gone. A warm feeling filled her limbs and mind. A dull happiness spreading. Her mind went unfocused, and without her permission her mouth moved, words coming out. Oh but it wasn’t alarming. It felt right. It felt good. “I belong to you.” 

Lark snapped up to attention, “Kram you didn’t.”  The angel raised her arms, “It was on accident. I was singing, and... I didn’t mean to.” 

“Didn’t mean to...” Katar’s sharp voice seemed so out of place with that dreamy tone. Lark however seemed thrilled. 

“Get her to release us. NOW KRAM.” The female turned towards Katar with a nervous gasp. 

“But what if she wakes from it? She’ll skin us alive. Or... or... mantle our wings... I don’t want to try anything....” Lark pulled Kram’s hair savagely, growling at her. Naturally the twisted pain whore broke and obeyed her brother.

“You want to release us.”  

Katar nodded, her red eyes not really seeing the world around her, she was floating somewhere else subconsciously. Gaining strength, healed and comforted.  “I want to release you.” She confirmed with a nod. 

“You want to release Lark.” Katar nodded, only to frown. Her eyes focused onto the scene of Lark with a handful of Kram’s hair. The female bright red and staring intently at Katar. Katar of course felt great. No past injuries to cause her aches and pains, no headache, or sensitivity. Katar was in her prime, all thanks to Kram’s healing.

The thorn leash wrapped around Lark’s arm, and sharply yanked it. Just enough to dislocate it from his torso. Kram was released, Lark squawking in pain, his wings fanning out. In an unfortunate turn of events however, Kram’s arm too, was dislocated. Not from Katar’s doing, but instead due to Kram and Lark being two halves to one whole. The small female made more of a fuss than Lark did, tears bubbling and siding down her cheeks, while Lark simply glared with gritted teeth. Oh he would get her back for this. He knew Katar could be won over with Kram’s power. Which means it could happen again. Next time she wouldn’t be so lucky as to wake up. 

Katar however seem unfazed, watching them both coolly. “So are you two going to keep fighting...? Or do you want me to stop this?” 

Kram replied first, “Stop stop please? B-...be good. We’ll be good!” Lark however was much less dramatic. He wasn’t about to explain they weren’t fighting. He wasn’t going to explain that she’d been manipulated. “Yes. We’re done fighting.” His words were growled darkly. 

“Aaand?” Katar asked sweetly, confusing them both quite easily.

“And?” Lark echoed. 

Katar sighed, “You dumb piece of shit, god fucking damn it. Your sister said she’d be good. Now are you? Or do I need to hurt her more? Or instead of using you for fertility I could always use her. Right. In. Front. Of. You.”

Lark jerked forward, held back by the thorny leash, “Don’t you dare touch her you filthy heathen.” His words were snarled out, like some vicious animal. 

Katar smiled, “Kram. Kiss me. Make sure to look right at your brother.” The Angel’s face went pale, then red, then pale again. Her expression shifting from horror to excited embarrassment to horror again. She had to crawl back onto the couch, prop up on her knees to reach the Huntress’s face. Her kiss was awkward. Kram clearly had no idea what she was doing. Her lips met the Huntress’s and lingered uncomfortably while she glanced at Lark with an expression of ‘help’. 

Katar pulled away, laughing hysterically. While Lark roared in his rage. 

“I’LL KILL YOU. I SWEAR I’LL KILL YOU. DEMONIC BITCH.” 

Kram sat back, rubbing her cheeks as if that would rid her of this horrible blush, curling up silently next to the howling Katar, who might honestly have been crying with laughter. 

“Just say you’ll obey me. Just submit, and this won’t have to happen again.”

There was a pause as Lark opened his mouth to cuss the woman out- but Kram spoke up, soft, and gentle. “Lark..”

He stopped and sighed, bowing his head. “I.... submit. I will...mgh...obey...and be... .... .... a ..... good..... ...... nnngh.... ..... boy.” It clearly took him a lot of effort to say this. 

“Fabulous.” Katar perked up in a moments notice with a bright smile, “You’ll love it here. There’s a shopping list in the kitchen. Go get groceries.” 

-Angel AU

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A Princess Escape

<Back-Story to AngelAU>  Kram sighed in boredom while her brother, Lark, brewed in the corner. He was a smart guy, who often acted thoughtfully. Yet for all of Kram’s begging, he had refused to give her hug for the past hour. He wasn’t overly affectionate much to her distaste. He was trying to figure a way out of the vault the All Mother had locked them in. After all Kram was the Princess, and he supposed he was the Prince. They were the All Mother’s sole decedents. Together they had created the All Mother’s only daughter, but now split apart- her daughter was in all sense in purpose dead. Lark and Kram the only living pieces, trapped here to be kept safe until they could once again safely form Natalia, the All Mother’s daughter.

The Vault opened with a hiss, earning both angelic’s attention. A female and male messenger stepped into the vault. Messengers were the lowest on the angelic hierarchy, dirt, and yet very widely used. “Prince and Princess, the All Mother has a message for you!” The female spoke with a high pitched annoying trill that grated against Lark’s ears. Kram stood sharply, smiled and drew near to the female messenger. “You are the Princess.” Kram stated shortly. The Messenger looked confused, her brain muddled, “I...I am...?”  “The Princess.” Kram finished with a firm nod, “And your brother, he’s the Prince.” 

The Messenger nodded slowly, “I...I am the Princess.”  Lark’s interest was piqued, he moved to stand next to Kram curiously. “What are you doing Kram?”  “Escaping. Oh! Princess! May I please have my clothes back? I mustn’t be caught wearing your beautiful dress!” The Messenger nodded absent-minded. “Yes. My dress.” 

Once clothes had been switched Kram looked down approvingly at the simple short gown she wore. Messengers only had two wings, she bore six. So with a bit of focus, she folded her extra two, their iridescent hue blending nicely with her white garb. Lark glared at the simple white pants and shirt, folding all his wings neatly. “This will never work.” He complained grumpily, while Kram smiled. 

“Oh Hush. It’ll be fine. Come on!” She grabbed Lark by the arm, leading him out of the Vault, sealing it behind them. 

“YOU THERE!” Both siblings jumped with horror, only for the person calling them to speak, “Are you ready for the Earth assignment?” Kram straightened up with a firm nod, “Y-Yes Absolutely!” 

The woman nodded, drawing near. Scroll in hand she passed it onto Kram. “All Mother’s instructions are NOT to read it. Deliver it to the recipient located here.” She handed Kram a slip of parchment, an address written on it. “You and your brother shall both go as previously discussed.” 

Kram nodded as if she knew exactly what had been discussed. “Yes Ma’am!” 

“Good. Now GO! Urgency is of the utmost importance!” With a short squawk, Kram took flight, which she might say was incredibly hard to do with only one set of wings. Lark behind her with a scowl. “This is a bad idea...” He warned, ignored by his rash counterpart. Perfect.

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Upon landing, Kram stretched out her wings with a sigh, Lark glaring at her. “This isn’t a good idea. You can deliver that if you want to, but I’m not having any part of this.” Kram puffed out her cheeks, “Will you at least stay? I don’t want to be alone...” A groan was all that was given in response. “Hurry up. I’ll wait at the end of the street. Make it Quick.” Kram nodded with a smile as her brother took flight. She turned towards the gloomy Church. Here goes nothing....

-Angel AU

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The Unsuspecting Present

<AngelAU Part 1>

The imposing building loomed over the few scattered cars that dotted the street below. With a grey overcast sky it was easy to gain a Gothic impression of the old church. No bell rung. No beautiful stained glass to decorate the ordinate arching, boarded up windows. It was dark, foreboding. Glaring out into the world around it- daring any and all to draw too near to the dark maw within. Like a Venus fly-trap, waiting for its victim. 

To clash against this dark-scape, there stood a white haired woman. She might as well have been spun out of light, for her skin shone clear as porcelain while her hair fell like satin. Smooth and bright. Those emerald hues shone with such clarity, that all focus was drawn to them. Albino would have been a term thrown at her, had she bore the red eyes that often accompanied an Albino. Instead her bleached appearance was all she had, even her clothes soft blues- far too bright to let her blend into such a dreary landscape. 

Moth to flame, she approached the church, pale bare feet seemingly unaffected by the glass and bottles that littered the sidewalk. If one were to squint, and look just right, three shimmering iridescent pairs of feathered wings would just barely be visible. With a small fist, she made contact with the door, three times. Knock. Knock. Knock. There was silence. Footsteps? No, perhaps that was simply the church settling. A groan warbled from within, spooking the angelic being. Was there a ghost within?! FFFUUUCCKKKK OOOOOAAAFFFFF. She frowned. Surely ghosts didn't say that right? Then again who was she to say? Not like she knew anything about ghosts. 

  "Um...pardon? I'm sorry to intrude... but... you see.... I...... was.... maybe... wanted....and.... then we.... could........ sorry." The angelic being looked down, a rosy hue rising in her cheeks as her forefingers met, nervously poking each other. There was silence for a few minutes, and just as the small being was going to turn away, a very very loud sigh was heard. Quickly followed by such a thunderous BOOM! that was small female 'eeped!' and scuttled back. Fear palpable Kram wondered why she came to this church in the first place. The All Mother had told her to come here. To go to the church. To speak with a certain 'Katar' whomever that was. She had a scroll with her, a peace treaty of some sort, although Kram had been forbidden to read it. Of course she obeyed these orders, so clueless she stood now before the domain of the unknown recipient to this treaty. Kram didn't know why this was so important, she didn't really want to know. In and Out. That's what the All Mother said. So why was this already so difficult? Kram hated confrontation, shy and nervous, she found she really didn't want to be here. 

With a huff she returned to the door, raising her fist high in the air, only to have the door open. A slow ominous creak, a threatening sound if such a thing were possible. Kram lowered her hand so quickly her shoulder popped. Head down, she focused on the feet of whomever was opening the door. The dwelling within was dark- fairy lights and glowing paint the only illumination, making for a strange atmosphere within. 

"Mhm... I've told you little scouts I don't want any of your damn cookies- oh? This is new. Didn't know prey came to the hunter now."

Kram snapped her head up, those crystal green eyes wide with such horror. Prey?! She was not a bird to be eaten! Shaking her head feverishly she took a moment to look at the recipient. With dusty tan skin, ashy grey hair and vicious red eyes, Kram found her heart to stop for a few reasons. The first reason being this six foot goddess of muscle and curves was nude. Very, very nude, tattoos the only coverage she bore. Second reason being the disgusted, almost impressed expression on the woman's lean features. Lastly being the sharp fluffy ears, and the fluffy blue-grey tail, that were very much real and natural on her. They even twitched with irritation!

This was Kram's natural predator. Cat versus Bird. Kram fumbled with the scroll, her heart thudding with nervous energy. Jeez she really was beautiful. Distractingly so. Clearing her throat the small bird offered the scroll. "I...this... treaty... All Mother... I'm just the Messenger... Not... prey?" This last bit was spoken with hope.

  "Alright. Stop right there. Get your ass inside. I'm fucking cold. We'll talk inside."  The cat moved aside slightly, those sharp eyes never leaving the angelic being with a judgmental glare. Sizing the tiny four foot eleven girl up. Her weaknesses, and any possible threats, and unless the angel planned to strike the hunter with old parchment there wasn't much to be worried about. 

"Well get in. It wasn't a suggestion it was an Order." Jolting slightly the small white haired creature nodded, slipping inside. 

"Yes Ma'am!" Her voice was soft, beautiful really. It was easy on the ears, not too high and annoying, in fact her voice was unusually low for an angelic. She hopped into the foyer, wings just barely clearing the doorway before the massive oak doors slammed shut with finality. There was no turning back. As Kram glanced behind her, she found the massive Huntress between her and the door. No escape. 

"You mentioned a Treaty. Read it to me." 

Kram blinked, bird-brained for a moment, then started with surprise. "Ah! Y-Yes... U-um... but... you see..... All.... I was told.... that... well I can't... I'm not supposed... You... if I read it... I'll break the rules..."  She looked down with a flustered huff, nervously shifting. 

With a fistful of the Angelic's shirt, Katar yanked Kram forward, until they were nearly nose to nose. With a low growl Katar spoke, "Rules are meant to be broken. Now. Read. It. Before I make you do something far worse than reading the damn thing."

Kram's eyes wide with fear, stared at the woman. D-Dominant....Such power! She nodded, "Y-Yes... Right... u-uhm..." She fiddled with the wax seal before opening it. A holographic form of the All Mother became visible- lighting the interior of the church. The All mother's face was a stone mask- no features to discern. No nose, nor lips. Only two emotionless eyes. From her head, back and hips sprouted an ungodly amount of wings.  The image spoke:

Dear Hunter,

Too long you have hunted my people, too many you've killed. My daughter however was the final blow. I offer you the messenger as a gift. I offer you riches, and wealth. I offer peace to end our long war with the Demolians. I offer security, and the Messenger's Brother for your fertility and use. Should these beginning gifts not be enough- send word. This is but the beginning of our peace negotiations. Leave my people be. We have broken beneath you, Boogie Man, Nightmare, Night Stalker, The Reaper, whatever title else you wish to keep.

  Signed All Mother.

Kram paled, which wasn't quite possible. No wonder she was told not to open it. She... SHE ... WHAT?! Slowly scooting back the small angelic looked for an escape. 

"Ah Ah Ah snow angel...." The Huntress took hold of Kram's leg, pulling her back slowly much to Kram's horror. "As much as I appreciate the idea of Riches and Wealth- I'll have to reject. However I am keeping you." Kram suddenly found it harder to breathe, was she having a panic attack? Why couldn't she... A hand touched her throat where a collar had formed upon Katar's will. Made of dark leather, adorned with spikes it seemed so out of place on the angelic woman.

"That's not coming off." 

Of course Kram tried to tug and pull, but true to Katar's words, the collar would not budge. There was no latch or buckle. It was just a band, nothing to pry. With a gulp Kram nervously looked up. What had the All Mother gotten her into? Kram propped herself up, as she was splayed out on the ground, she had been worming about in her distress. 

"We're going to send a message to the All Mother, and by 'we' I mean you. I reject the offer of riches but instead seek power. Offer me something better than what Demolians give me. Until then- this Messenger is mine. Along with the sibling. I await the next offer. Oh- and I suggest you make it quick before this one's wings destroyed. After all I've been looking for a new mantle piece."  Katar yanked Kram to her feet with a grin. 

"Now remember snow angel- you can’t run from me. Go send your message, but keep in mind, if you go anywhere else even for a moment. This collar will wring your neck and drag you all the way back here. Where you'll be punished. Severely punished." The Angel was released, Kram nodded in a panicked motion. Once the door was open, she ran blindly for the outside world- wings fanning out. With three heavy down strokes the tiny lightweight creature rose into the grey skies. Tears falling like rain behind her. 

What had the All Mother Done?

-Angel AU for Beyond the Lights.

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So, What kind of demon is Katar? Greed? Possibly Lust? How would Natalia react to her flirting(if she does that)?

Good question! Katar is...well, she’s something for sure. We hinted at it slightly so I’ll leave it for you to decide for now ;) And Katar would most def flirt with Nat, though Nat is a nun so I doubt she’d react how you might think. 

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The Haunting Begins

<DemonAU Part 2>

Pale fingers tucked those unwilling loose strands of hair back into habit's serre-tete and cap. Her hazel eyes glared cynically into the mirror, judging her own appearance incredulously. 

 "Hey princess~" The unwanted voice of the Demoness was heard from behind. Twisting her body to glare behind Natalia huffed, but of course there was no one there to be seen. 

 "You're not welcome here Demon. Deal or not. This is God's Hall, only God's children are welcomed here." A snarky response was given by that velvety female voice. 

 "Well, I used to be a child of God... but he doesn't like my kind of fun! Playing with puny mortals is just so nice, with how they squirm and whimper." Natalia furrowed her brows and sighed, muttering behind those beautiful full lips of hers.  

“Never you mind Demon, just don’t cause me trouble.” A cackle was the only response the nun was given from the Demoness. Those pale fingers of her took up her bible and passed the small neatly made bed, chest, and bare walls. She had little for worldly possessions, and really she preferred it that way. She had vowed herself to her Heavenly Father, and enjoyed the simplistic life. Her worn fingers turned the handle to her door, unlatching it and heading outside. 

The sister’s schedule today consisted of food being given to the homeless in the small town her church harbored, along with her caring for the children at the Orphanage. Natalia loved children, one could say they were her one true weakness. She could always be found spreading the word of God, telling stories, or tucking in the children to bed. She spent most of her evenings with them, and was happy to do so.

“Good morning Sister Natalia!” A short pudgy woman waved with a bright smile and Natalia waved back. 

 “Good morning Sister Susan,” Natalia could hear her voice continue, and yet she swore to the Lord above she hadn’t spoken another word, “Enjoying the hobo buffet you fat hag?”  Natalia could hear nothing outside of the Demoness’s howling laughter. Thanking her Father above, Sister Susan didn’t have seem to hear what was spoken.

 “What was that Sister?” 

 “I asked if you were enjoying the... Gardens, as I thought I heard Father Micheal speaking on your interest in attending them.” Ah, how Sister Susan lit up, all bright smiles and joy! Although from behind Natalia found her attention divided by the Demoness who was swearing and throwing profanities at the Sister who held Natalia’s attention.

 “I am! I’m so glad you remembered! Which reminds me of something I was supposed to remember! How did the exorcism go? With Father Alistar?” Natalia began to walk, motioning for Sister Susan to follow as she did so. 

“Well we are certain there was a demonic force there of some kind. However when we arrived I’m afraid the beast never showed itself. The child was safely recovered and the Demon was no where to be found, so we cleansed the stable he resided in and left.” Natalia could hear the Demoness in the background, spitting and snarling. Oh? She NEVER showed up?  Sister Susan gave a small bow of the head and excused herself to the gardens while the Demoness’s voice curled into focus. “What a liar you are... aren’t you scared the big fat man in the sky is going to punish you?” She snickered spitefully, “In fact I’ve never met a holy person who lies before, you do it often? That’s a sin right?” 

Sighing the Sister shook her head, “You’re really starting to bother me Demon. Hush. If I ratted you out I would have to go through an exorcism, and on top of it I could be punished, possibly deamed unfit to serve my Heavenly Father Above.” The Demoness sighed, the smile in her voice clearly heard despite her being invisible to the eye.

“You already seem pretty unfit to me. Talking to yourself while you walk, harboring a demon, lying.... hmmm what else?” Natalia growled and marched forward towards the nunnery gates, trying to keep her peace while the Demoness continued to barrage her mind. 

This was going to be a long possession. 

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First official art!

Tarot card style!

Katar, the demon who poor Natalia made a deal with. Don’t let her looks fool you ;) She is a greedy temptress.

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Ehh So I started some art for this thing but I’ll be honest, I’m REALLY lazy =.=“

Anyways, here’s a sketch for now. Might post some more sketches later.

maybe.

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When's the next story?! I need more???

Hahaha, not to worry! You'll get your fix soon enough. I've begun to draft short stories. Wasn't sure if I should wait to post, until the art is finished or not.I would say the LATEST this next post would be is... Next week-ish? November 14th-ish. Somewhere around there. It'll be here before you know it.

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Deals and Demons

<DemonAU Part 1>

“We have arrived, welcome to Faget.”  

Hazel eyes rose in suspicion, eyebrows just barely brushing against the habit of  owner. 

“Father, this kindly town hardly seems the place for a demonic possession.” The voice issuing from the nun was soft and well spoken. For she spent many a year in the dark libraries and the pews for prayer before both Mary, and the Son. Alistar, the Priest she currently traveled with, was a tall man. Greying hair and kindly blue eyes, he was stern in stature and in presence, making him a hard man to forget. 

“Sister Natalia, you know as well as I, that the Vatican does not make mistakes. The Devil hides in minions in the least expected places.” Father Alistar walked forward, the dew of the fall season dampening the calves of his trousers. With him were two black briefcases, within were the contents for an exorcism. Natalia sighed, hazel eyes skyward as she willed a prayer to the Lord that they should remain safe during this perilous task.

The autumn breeze brought to them the fresh scent of rain, the chill of the air bringing goosebumps to the Sister’s skin from beneath her Habit. The short, rather grizzly male who declared himself their guide (whether this was true or not was yet to be seen), led them to a short rather rotted stable. No hay to be seen, instead blackened wood and empty stalls. Father Alistar went in alone, as was his duty, for Natalia did not wish to get into his way as he determined the situation within.

The man who guided them, fled as laughter rose from the rotting structure. Concern rose like bile to her throat as Father Alistar returned, smelling heavily of urine and rot. A pale hand hid those pale pink lips from view, as she tried very hard not to gag from the sight of his stained clothes or the disheveled look of his person.

“Father?” Natalia’s voice was hardly a whisper as she suspected the worse to be true. She was given a solemn nod in return, a confirmation that this was in fact a possession. “I will set up within, and remove any objects within.” Alistar nodded wearily, for he clearly was not excited to deal with such a nuisance of a demon.

“I must grab the blessed cross, I left it in our host’s home. We’ll need it, of that I am certain of. You may burn the Frankincense and clear the way for me in my absence. Remember Sister, the devil is strong, but he our Lord is stronger. Do not falter, nor give in to any deal or measure. It is best in fact, that you don’t speak to the beast at all.”

The nun nodded firmly, her eyes lowered in respect, “Of course Father, I will do as you asked.” With this confirmation, Father Alistar left in a hurry, leaving the nun to enter upon her own dreading will. 

Within the rotting stables were six empty stalls, three on each side. No doubt the townsfolk had moved the animals to a safer location. In the center of the stable was a young boy, hardly any older than eight. Dusty brown hair wet with sweat and blood, his eyes downcast just out of her sight. The boy’s name she had been told was Romane, although she did not know of his family, or last name. She could hardly believe his shirt and trousers were intact, as it was clear he’d been sliced and cut with the edge of a knife. A fury unbridled rose from within, as she hated the pain of children. So precious were the youth in her eyes that it made her wish to weep at the sight of his raw bleeding wrists, the metal and rope cuffs stained with his pure innocent blood. Oh how she wished to spit and hiss in her ire, to tell such a vulgar being how horrible and ugly it was! To chose the innocence of a child! How unsightly!

“Miss....are you here....here to help me?” The small male voice was high pitched as he had not yet reached adolescence. The nun could not help the loving and kind smile that took hold of her features. 

“Yes my sweet Prince,” The nickname rolled off of her tongue without her knowledge, as he looked much like the child brother she once lost all those years ago. 

“Aww...You think I’m Prince?” The voice turned sour halfway through the words, a womanly tone taking hold, as if this eight year old boy was instead a grown woman. A nasty, cruel, heartless grown woman. The nun held her tongue, as Father Alistar had urged her to do, and she began burning the incense. Her pale hands moved a wooden chair out of the stable, before removing all the sharp pitchforks and other tools such as whips and saddles. Once the stable was barren she returned once more to her burning, walking around the child with a heartache she could hardly bare.

The boy squirmed and writhed in his restraints, catching the Nun’s eyes once more. Oh how she wished she could help him! His voice rose once more without the vile demon’s womanly tone. “P....Please...Help me... it hurts!” 

“Oh sweet child,” The nun could not ignore his cries, as she edged closer to him, concern and such intense caring on her features. “We will, Father Alistar will set you free. Of this I am certain!” 

As if on cue the doors to the stables slammed shut with such an earth shattering BOOM! The shutters and doors had all sealed. Of course Natalia rushed to them, tugging and yanking uselessly, but her efforts were in vain. It was futile, they would not budge. She banged and clawed, but there was no exit. Turning she gazed at the once limp child. His head lifted, he was hovering a foot above the ground, the ropes pulled taunt, tugging at his poor hands. The nun was once more filled with fury, but stilled her tongue. Waiting, watching.

“What are you going to do now dear Sister? Want to hear him beg some more? I personally love the sound!” The boy writhed, new slender thin cuts appearing all over his body. Oh how he squealed, begging, aching to be let free. It hurt, it hurt! Of course Natalia was helpless, waiting the young boy scream and writhe uselessly above the ground. Finally the Nun could bare it no longer.

“Leave him be you wretched creature! He’s but a child!” Her voice strained in desperation. A low husky feminine voice whispered into her ear, sultry and personal.

“Ah, but they have the best screams... although you’d probably scream better.” Natalia’s pale skin crawled, for she couldn’t see the demon, but she could most certainly feel its presence. Father Alistar was not back yet, and things were quickly turning sour. The heavy stench of rot and greed filling the enclosed space.

“I won’t say it again Demon! Let. Him. Go.” Laughter filled the stables.

“Oh? Or what? What exactly are you going to do Sister? Let me tell you what I can do. I can break his arm...one joint at a time.” A ugly snap was heard, making Natalia’s heart stop for but a moment. The boy shrieked, yanking against his restraints, tears cleaning his brown muddy face. Another pop sounded, then another then another. The boy’s arm was quickly becoming a bent unrecognizable thing.

“Please! Please! By the Lord’s grace I beg you! Stop harming him! What do you want? Surely there is something I can give.” For she too was weeping, just as the boy was, for his pain made her wish she was dead. She could not complete an exorcism without Father Alistar, and she didn’t have her bible with her to make it worse. Ah! But her cross! 

Taking hold of the rosary that always hung around her neck she lifted it up, presenting the cross. Surely this would do something? Instead, much to her dismay the cross was ripped from her neck, the beads that adorned the religious piece scattering everywhere. No doubt she would never find them all. A blackened hand was momentarily visible, cackling laughter filling the air before the cross was flipped upside down and thrown into the dirt. 

“That’s cute.” The words whispered into Natalia’s ears, making her knees go weak. For she could not see her assailant.  “But the kid is more fun than dusty old crosses.” Natalia threw herself forward onto her knees, beginning prayer. Yet the boys screaming cries were all that she could hear. They drowned out her own whispered words to Mary, begging for the boy be safe.   

“You asked what I wanted.” The whispered voice rang from behind her, drawling near her once more. “I’m getting bored, so why not I trade the boy for a newer model... like you? I always wanted to possess a holy woman, so pure and sweet. Are you soft?” The feeling of clawed fingers dragging across her hand made Natalia cease her prayers. Silent. “You are soft. So what do you say? Save a little boy’s life for your own? Or I could off the little fucker. Not like I would care, of course you’d be blamed...after all you’re supposed to protect him. Think of his mother!”

“No! Please!” Natalia was on her feet in an instant, turning to face behind her, but there was no one there. She looked all around her, nothing but the weeping boy in sight. “Yes. Take me, take me instead. Just... Don’t harm the boy!”

“HeheahahaHAHAHAHAHAHA- It’s a deal Princess!” 

And thus our AU begins.