Angel of Tears

Chapter 2: Cassiel

“You could have been gentler with her you know.”

I turned at the sound of my dear friend’s musical voice. After I had forced Raven to sleep, he had taken her safely home. There was something special about her that made me choose to not take her soul. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

“I’m running low. I should have taken her just as I have all the others. I don’t know what stopped me,” I confessed.

My friend came forward and placed one of his hands on my shoulders. It was a gesture meant to be comforting. But why did it make me angry? I should hate this man standing before me. He’s the whole reason I’m in this mess after all. But I couldn’t. His story was too heart wrenching, too tragic, and if I could go back, I’d do everything exactly the same.

“I can find somebody if you’d like,” he whispered. He hated my situation as much as I did.

When Uriel had cut off my wings and Michael had imprisoned me here, they had no idea what sort of outcome would occur. It turns out that when an angel loses his wings, his soul begins to decay. The only way to remedy this is by consuming other souls. Every person who had ever dared enter my prison ended up dead. They were my prey. Raven was the first I had let escape. This thought tormented me. The memory of her hand flying across my face enraged me and I brought my hand up to my cheek as if I could still feel the stinging there. When it had finally been discovered what happened to those of us who’s wings were taken, they had sent Azrael to extinguish all of us. I don’t believe he ever found every single one before getting bored and going back to heaven.

I sighed and mirrored my dear friend’s stance by placing my hand on his shoulder as well. “I will be ok for now. Thank you for continuing to check up on me. And thank you for taking care of Raven.”

He smiled at my mention of her. He knew something I didn’t, but I knew better than to inquire. He would never tell me. He had the blessed power of prophecy and held firm to the belief that if he told people what he saw, they would change the future. Even though he was exiled, he still took his duties of protecting mankind very seriously. He just had a different approach than those upstairs, who, quite frankly, didn’t really do anything anyways.

Suddenly his hand dropped, and his smile faded. “You have a visitor, my friend.”

I knew he would not want to be present. This savagery disgusted him. I knew it did, but he never looked at me with disgust nor anger for what I had become for him. He simply looked at me with regret, wishing there had been something he could have done to prevent this.

I dropped my hand as well and offered a small smile for his solace. “Thank you, again… Lucifer.”

He placed one arm behind his back while his other hand came up to rest on his chest. He offered a small bow and with that small act of respect, he was gone.

I could never tell anyone was in the house until they crossed the threshold to my prison. I was allowed only my small window to glance outside at the beauty of the world. After all these centuries, I still adored watching the seasons change.

This little mouse must have nosed around the house for quite some time before finally coming upstairs. It wasn’t often I had someone show up so soon after another. This time I was grateful, having let Raven go, I really needed this prey.

She was a timid mouse. Her brown hair was messily braided down her back and her grey eyes were the size of an owl’s behind her spectacles. I sat upon my windowsill just as I had before, waiting. I didn’t even bother turning around until she spoke.

“Excuse me? I’m looking for someone. Per chance, have you seen her?”

I turned around to gaze at her. Her hands were clasped over her bosom as if she were overly nervous about even being here. When I made eye contact with her, her bottom lip quivered in fear as well as lust. I often had that effect, even on the boys who wandered in. I stood up from my place at the window and began stalking towards her. I had no doubt in my mind that she could feel the dangerous aura oozing off me.

“And who might that be?” I asked in answer to her question.

She swallowed. I could tell how frightened she was… could smell it pouring off her like perfume.

“Her name is Raven. I work with her and told her about this place. She said she would come look at it and I began to worry,” her voice trembled.

At the mention of Raven’s name, my anger flared once more. How could the mere mention of that girl spark so much ferocity in me? I hid my emotions as I stood before this girl. Clasping her hands, I pulled them down away from her chest and down to her sides. Then I gripped her chin in my hand and forced her to look up at me.

“What is your name?” I asked.

“Jenni,” she whispered.

“Well Jenni, would you like to play?”

Her eyes opened wide at my offer and her breath hitched in her throat. I could see the darkness of appeal cloud her eyes and felt her relax in my hands at the realization that I wanted her in my bed. I knew that this feeling of hers was superficial. She didn’t truly want me touching her. She knew I was dangerous, that her life could be at stake. But my beauty as an angel, and my powers as a fallen one, turned her mind to mush in my presence. She offered me a small nod and I offered her a mischievous grin in return.

My hands moved to her shoulders and pulled the sleeves of her dress down. It was one of those dresses that was all stretchy, so I didn’t need to tear it off her. She allowed me to expose her breasts. I moved my mouth lightly over them as I crouched down, pulling her dress all the way to the floor. On the way back up, I nudged her legs apart to expose her folds to me. I could feel a shudder run through her.

I always enjoyed playing with my food first before devouring it. It kept all my desires in check. It was only the men that I’d eat almost right away. Although they were attracted to my proposal just as much as the women, I just wasn’t into it. And I always seemed to get more men than women venture into my cell.

Jenni moaned as my fingers caressed her. As they entered her, she brought her hands down onto my shoulders to maintain her balance. I grabbed her and lowered her onto the floor, placing one of her legs over my shoulder to grant me better access. When I had her dripping wet and begging for satisfaction, I flipped her over onto her hands and knees. I freed myself from my jeans and plunged myself deep inside her. She screamed out as I entered her, barely able to handle my size.

Only when I saw the blood dripping down her thighs did I realize this poor girl was a virgin. I felt disgust at myself for having to take her out of this world when she hadn’t even fully experienced it yet. But I had no choice. I would die without her. I could at least give her full ecstasy. I pounded into her over and over again. I could feel her pushing back, wanting more. She had gotten used to my size now and relaxed. She wasn’t afraid to be loud either.

When she orgasmed, I could feel her whole body shudder. She screamed out, but I didn’t let up. I kept going and going. I’m not sure how much time had passed. In my prison, it was hard to tell. It could have been all night or a couple days. All I knew is that by the time I decided to finish, Jenni could hardly move. Her voice had grown hoarse from all the moaning and screaming. I laid her on the bed and laid myself between her legs once more. She whimpered at the realization I wasn’t done yet, but didn’t refuse me access.

I entered her slowly. When I buried myself deep inside of her, I allowed myself to look into her grey eyes. Moving back and forth, I didn’t break eye contact. I needed to see the life in her eyes. In and out, faster, and faster I moved until I finally released myself.

Looking deep into her soulful eyes, I whispered, “I’m sorry, Jenni.”

She didn’t have time to react before I grabbed the dagger lying on the bed and slit her throat. While still buried inside her, I lowered my mouth to her neck and began to drink. I could feel the life filling me up. I continued to drink until there was nothing left. Her body was cold and lifeless underneath me. It was only then, that I pulled myself out of her. I allowed her some dignity by putting all her clothes back on. Lucifer would be by to collect her soon and place her somewhere the authorities could find her.

With Jenni’s soul now inside me, I could collect my emotions once more. I didn’t feel as feral or angry and my thoughts were clear again. Now I could ponder more on my kitten. I couldn’t help but wonder what she could be doing right this instant?