Sword of St. Michael #15
#45 of Sampson and Devilah
Faniel
In which a new player enters the game, promptly gets hung up, and gets an uncalled for pubic grooming dis from Agrat.
And for that, she must die. Nobody disses Angel Muff!
| And she didn't.
Suddenly, an extremely white light appeared within the cave. White was simply not a color of Hell, and it's presence was as unexpected and out-of-place as a snowman. It pierced her eyelids, and even as she opened them it began to fade. | | | Devilah tried to focus on what Agrat was looking at, but her eyes couldn't make it out. She could certainly hear Agrat's scream though..
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" | | | "Hi Devilah, Hi Sampson!" came a high pitched voice that Devilah didn't recognize, seemingly ignoring that of Agrat. | | | "You... you're an ANGEL!? You don't belong here! You are forbidden entrance to this cursed place!"
"Oh! I'm sorry," said the newcomer, still ignoring Agrat as the brilliance dimmed. Devilah could now make out the outlines of a rather impressively built light skinned human. As the woman continued speaking in that incongruously innocent tone, Devilah realized now that she could see wings behind the form.
"We've not been properly introduced. Sampson, I'm called Faniel," she said while stepping up to Sampson. She stood hesitantly for a moment, suddenly realizing he had no free hands, then grasped his penis delicately and shook it in greeting. "Well, give it just a few minutes Sampson and you'll be out of this." | | | "WHAT?!" screamed Agrat, totally unbelieving that this could be happening in her own domain. With a wave of her hand, suddenly Faniel found herself hung on chains of her own.
"Oh my!" Faniel squeaked. "This is quite uncomfortable! I'm sorry Devilah, I suppose I'll have to talk to it." With that, the winged intruder focused on Agrat. | | | "You have no power here, ANGEL! Get out of here before I entertain myself with your damned virgin body! I can barely stand to look at you!" Agrat spat.
"No power? Perhaps you forget, demon, the Creator made all - yes, even your little pit here. His power is everywhere, no matter what you like to pretend." | | | "Perhaps, Angel, but you aren't him. You can do nothing here. Look at you, you don't even shave yourself properly!"
"Hey," squeaked the Angel in a clear and definite whine, "That's a low blow. I just transfigured into this body. I haven't had a chance to do anything with it yet!" | | | "Besides," continued the Angel, "I don't need to do anything, demon. I just need to utter seven little words, and you will be destroyed. I don't suppose you would consider turning to the Good before that happens? Kind of a last-minute-warning sort of thing."
"You're insane. It's those feathers. Got into your brain I think. Would you like to be deflowered by a creature from the pit here? I was going to use him on Sampson, but I think he could do you both quite well."
"I pity you demons. No imagination. Sorry demon, but that won't happen. You won't live another 5 minutes." | | | "What the hell can you do Angel!? You can't even save yourself."
"Devilah," the Angel turned to her with a smile.
All faces turned to the little Khajiit-shaped female huddling by the edge of the cave.
"You are not a minion of Hell." | | | Agrat turned back to the Angel. "What can you possibly mean by that? Of course she is! The stupid cum-drinker is my slave. Now shut up you!"
Meanwhile, the synapses in Devilahs brain had fired so quickly that her muscles were in motion before Faniel's last syllable was finished and Agrat turned back to the Angel. Even Sampson didn't realize what was happening.
"Do you know what Devilah did last night, demon Agrat? Devilah knelt and prayed to the Creator. Do you know what that means?" Faniel smiled dispite her uncomfortable position, holding Agrat's attention a split second longer so that she didn't notice the sound of metal on stone. | |