TITLE: The rage of love
AUTHOR: Ali (if you read all the other captolo now we can be friends U_U)
RATING: PG15
GENRE: drama, supernatural
ATTENTION: the same as the 'last time , lime
CHARACTERS: Death Mask and Aphrodite
Word count: 8386 (total of two chapters, which were born as a one-shot lj but I do not post them leave together)
ESSENTIAL SOUNDTRACK: Cirque du Soleil - Alegria .
And then there's a line from For Your Entertainment Adam Lambert.
Alegria
see a spark of life
Like a madman shouting
Del criminal Alegria Beautiful roaring scream
penalty
Seren
As the rage of love
Alegria
as an assault of joy
There was a shack-yes, I know that it seems to tell a fucking fairy tale for children-in a forest where every now and then ambush us when we were sending up-or down, depending on the points of view on Earth for a mission-Pallosa. It was a refuge as any other, and do not bother us too much to each other.
One day I was sitting there waiting for the three-night 's time the devil, you know, a series of crap they believe a lot of humans so it is easier to go and scare-owning a nun or a few have - see mothers screaming at the sight of little children who recited their Black Mass in Latin was always a spectacle, as the centuries had begun to come to me to boredom. I did not think it would Phro showed over there for a while, 'because I knew what they had given him a reprimand because he was still on Earth, so I was quite surprised when I saw him fall there with the subtlety of a hurricane slamming the door and almost crumbling ceiling.
- I can not take it anymore! What a bore!
- Do you have to come here to do the hysterical? - Sbuffai lazily, stretched his wings, which until then had kept folded under the back for better sdravaccarmi the small moth-eaten sofa.
- Yes, right here. - Said addressing a fiery eyes - and if it makes you feel the blood you are also requested to remove the noise. - Grunted. I did not understand immediately what he meant, but expected.
undid his belt from the waist which carried the sword and placed it on the ground. Then he took off his breastplate, bracelets, sandals and the shin guards, throwing around carelessly, pulling in the meantime that swearing, I swear, I never heard it myself. She gave me a satisfied grin: like having my full attention, or the attention of anyone for that matter, as he was narcissistic.
- Who's going with the lame learns how to limp, and those who go with the devil learn how to curse. - He told me.
- Oh, and what do I have this sudden expansion of vocabulary?
Another of those looks of pure hatred. - They say I'm not behaving as it should. Holy Christ, but do you think? I am sure that they do not even preaching to teenagers so human! They threaten to keep me playing the harp for the saints for eternity if you do not stop to take every opportunity to lead the hands, I turn into a boy! They say I'm obsessed with my appearance. - Ended with air-shocked, and I could not help but laugh heartily, and as most of the first time I had seen.
- Be '...
- Yes, I am vain. And damn me if they have decided it is a sin. I do not see anything wrong.
Even I could see nothing wrong there. Absolutely. Aphrodite was very sulky fantastic-I would say 'adorable' unless he was gone, my reputation, and the rose in her hair I could not give up so much I used to see her there. However I did not understand what was wrong
still going to do, or why you were removing even the short white tunic, while remaining completely naked. No, do not you think ... that is, yes, I was also thinking there, but for us it is like for humans, as a body we have it only occur on Earth, so we have a relationship with it rather special. For example, the shame is not that really makes sense, given that what you call "private parts" or "pudenda" do not have any of the functions that you make such outrageous. To say that angels do not sex-or at least should not, but I think Santa Teresa could give you a version a bit 'different history-or caghino.
In practice, however, all I wanted was to get rid Phro the back of every impediment: want to cut away the wings. I did not think it would really come to that point. In short, to the anarchist is one thing, but mutilate was a different story, because the wings are not just a cool thing that's been flying and teases the imagination of mankind for centuries: they are also an important symbol of the role assigned to us, This is true both for the angels to demons. Dire symbol but still does not make it, because of their practical importance. Losing the wings no longer means what it was. Aphrodite
stoically held a grimace of pain as he pulled the first blow of the sword to his left wing, splashing a few drops of blood on the white feathers.
- Need a hand? - I offered. It was not a particular reference to it. Of course, I must admit that the last time I was in a sense attached to that angel, but it was not as if we had some kind of relationship or friendship. Simply was not the natural order of things, and the only time I tried to touch him I had had the test. In fact, there was not a real reason why I were there with him in what I guessed to be an important moment. Aphrodite asked me not to stay or leave, and I was there just to satisfy my sadistic streak. After all, even though he seemed ok for a guy just because he was too bastard to be a true angel, seeing the torn wings as white as those who so often gave trouble to me and my buddies had a pleasant sight.
- Nope, I think it's so easy? - He replied, pausing for a moment their work, hold the sword in his hands in that position uncomfortable. - If you cut me then someone else will grow back. We're not immortal at all. Sti dicks, though. It hurts the dog. Of ', mica have morphine?
- Idiot, want to have that effect on you? It's stuff for humans.
- You're right. - Snorted him surrender.
- But sorry, if it hurts so much because they do not expect to fall by themselves? I mean, with all the saints who have pulled down today I do not think it takes a lot, and then give you a hand if you want to commit all seven deadly sins. - Ghignai.
For the first, and I think unique, time in my life I saw the terror in the depths of his eyes sparkle. - No. Oh, no, never. It is worse than any torture. It takes centuries to end, ever. But if I do it now - went on a recovering self-confident tone - then I'll be free. We might even get laid. - Added, grinning.
and I remained so, with salt, to wade through two eyes I look like a complete idiot. I mean, Christ, had said fuck. Not so much for the word itself, after all I had heard out of that angelic little mouth. But fuck. With me. Then I felt a jerk to the nth degree because I did not know if mica was serious or what. Maybe the pain was giving to the head. Damn that was discovered only after seriously.
It took a while ', from the absurd position, but eventually the left wing fell to the ground with a muffled thud, soft, and with a slight splash in the pool of blood that had been created at the foot of Phro.
Wow. That is, I had never seen an angel with one wing. It seemed, I dunno, stuff like a surrealistic painting, or those images "is the particular wrong" from week puzzles with those details so gross that I miss you miss it.
Instinctively I got up from where I was curled up and stretched out a hand to his back. - Can I? - I had to ask. I ask permission? Will that really looked so vulnerable, or that I was softening. Perhaps I should I start thinking about what to do with my wings. I liked them, but by fuck we came back there! Thankless job, and without even a decent review, to evil. Just was out. And then, come on, as you'll see that I had every intention of staying with that blue-haired idiot. I then still no, but there I was coming. By degrees, people, step by step. Is not that a devil falls in love with from day to day and even turns into pure sentimentalist novel by Harmony. Not that I have ever read those books, huh.
- A-waiting ... a moment ... - Aphrodite gasped - before I cut the other one ... so then it will not burn ...
was true: a few shots again, and ceased completely to be part of the heavenly hosts. What exactly would become was not, as we did not know what powers he would have lost and what retained.
Sweat dripped from his forehead over his eyes closed in the effort, and resembled more than ever to the many souls who had punished, and had done less damage to them, poor thing. I took some oath of solidarity. In short, you can hurt like a dog that has served you faithfully for ... boh, how many centuries had Phro? That was not the right time to ask the age, then sent back. The fact is that all that pain for an angel, although atypical, it seemed like a petty revenge like human.
With a final stroke of the sword even the right wing fell ground. I saw Aphrodite to leave the grip on the sword, which landed next to the wings with a noise at that moment seemed too strong. Then he slumped to the ground.
My first instinct was to turn away and leave. After all, if he had fainted, did say something like that impression of someone who until a moment before had been so powerful, I would not have been able to do anything but bored. Or take care of him. But I was, a fucking nurse? Nah, no question, I'd be gone. But I wanted to try to touch him, to see if indeed we would not have burned. I would stay only a minute, eh, time posargli a hand on his shoulder, then who on his own, the anarchist, the rebel.
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The first thing I felt was a steady hand on my back and immediately after came the pain: it was like having two nails driven into his shoulder blades. With his mind still clouded, it took me a moment before I realized that the hand was Death.
Wow. Apart from the fact that neither my nor his skin were on fire, and this was also predictable, it was amazing that he was still there, and even more so was his gesture, so like a caress. In fact, I just felt it move away, but only a few steps. While I was under arms to try to pull me over I felt his gaze upon him curiously. The muscles were shaking from the effort and My hands slipped on the floor full of blood. I fell face down. Behind closed eyelids I could see thousands of lights dance, such as when the sun sets too long, only to me that I could see God in the face until recently it had never happened.
- Would you mind giving me a hand?
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least arrogant tone he had recovered, but the fact that I said the same explicitly asking for help long. And okay, I might do it, just because it was him. Even if someone had a little help against my nature.
I helped him sit up being careful not to accidentally touch the stumps of the wings, which continued to bleed, although a bit ' unless at the beginning.
- not that maybe you are infected? I mean, now you're kind human being, no?
Phro laughed weakly. - And you tell me where can I find here the disinfectant? Or do you think to accompany you to a hospital and explain the whole story?
I pictured the scene of me that I walked into an emergency room with Aphrodite in her arms and explained that "yes, heaven and hell exist, and for that matter even purgatory, but now could you please treat these wounds? Because, you know, here in this blue-haired idiot no, not dyed, for heaven's sake, is an angel, he will have the right to have natural blue hair-you just cut the wings ... No, we do not think God this kind of injury, is a long story ... So fuck's sake, get a doctor or not? It appears that you have seen the devil! Come on, I'm just a devil any, do not be afraid of me ... for today. "
What seemed so comical that I laughed in his throat explained throughout the curtain of my mind. - Come on, let's do it seriously!
- do not.
- How did you boring! I almost prefer you with wings. - Sbuffai, picking up his coat and tore it into strips for bandages. And fortunately I did not want to nurse. One question caught me suddenly. - But then now you're even deadly?
- I have no idea. We'll find out only by living. - Answered with his smile a bit ' bitter and a bit 'ironic.
There was a bucket that collects rain water from one of many holes in the roof that I used to swim a bit 'of the fabric and levargli at least a little' blood off her. Now that I thought, I had never seen as dirty and disheveled at the time. In fact, I had never seen a hair out of place, apart from the lock that had burned during our first encounter. Instinctively, I checked if it was still pink. It was badly caught between his curls and had lost some petals, but somehow did not fall, which seemed to reassure me that for some strange reason I had no desire to discover.
Just when I thought this, Aphrodite put her hand to his left temple, where the system usually pink, to check that it was still there. Her thin fingers trembled almost imperceptibly, and the palm was covered with blood, while the back was white as ever, creating a strange contrast. The grabbed my hand without ceremony for pulirgliela muttering: - No need to make nice now. But yes, your damned flower is still there.
Then I started to feel bad. Fantastic. Not that I had not expected, but it was a hassle at all new to me. Taking care of people was not exactly the main occupation of a devil. I had never seen one of our losing the wings, but I figured it was a long and painful process as the angels. Pretty shit now if It had to happen because of that Oscar. I reluctantly held her up to the broken-down cot in a corner of the room, then I said - I need a little 'air. See you around here, rose. In the meantime, try not to kick the bucket.
Just outside the cabin seemed to be out a long breath. Angel intoxicated me like it was poisonous.
I was dying to do harm to someone or something, that I remembered, was also the reason why I was on Earth that day. Or rather, I realized looking at the starry sky that night.
I noticed you have a hand still dirty with the blood of Aphrodite. We spit on me and hastily wiped on his pants. My anger for being carried away esplose both in mille così lingue di fuoco che gli alberi attaccarono tutto intorno a me.
spiccai Poi il volo per il mio lavoro di shift.
#
Alegria
As the light of life
Alegria
As a clown who cries
Alegria Del
great cry of sorrow crazy
Serena
As the rage of love
As an assault Alegria
happiness [Allegria Come the looks
della vita Allegria Come un Pagliaccio
grida
che stupendo Allegria
grido
Della Dello tristezza Serena
Come folle
the rabbia di amare
Allegria Come un assalto di felicità ]
A wake was the strong smell of burning, in which my senses traces of sulfur refined seized. Mask that was to be messin as usual, and I would return quietly to sleep if it were not for the ominous crackling of flames, which rapidly was becoming a roar. I managed to sit up, a significant improvement compared to before, and stretched his neck to spy out the window: the forest was burning.
But now you're so deadly?
Mortals die from the fire. I thought of all the souls of women burned by the Church for witchcraft that we had up there. Yes, definitely, mortals die. Tautological. There remained the question of whether I was really one of them. But
I was too used to thinking as a spiritual being, and at most with a body with wings, that I could not be afraid or feel trapped.
With a decent effort I stood up, and I turned my head. A corollary of being nice now that I figured the terrain caused by the loss of blood. I probably also had to think about food, sooner or later. The
not know if I was about to lose my new life just begun I would not worry much, but maybe inside of me still hoped in divine providence. Tsk, not even Lucia had been the Betrothed! Novel unbearable, inter alia, that seems written by one of my former colleagues, one of those people who sits around the time to play the harp for the saints. However
to save itself was the cause of the damage: Death Mask. And if it was divine providence, it meant that the Chief had drastically changed methods in a few hours. Hypothesis unlikely but fun. Mask
there breaking the ceiling fell and threw me a scowl. - Hold on. - Said simply, grabbing for life. In another situation I would have protested that scene style girl to be saved, "but then I found nothing better than to put her arms around his neck and stand strong.
crossed in the air a thick curtain of smoke, finally emerging into the night sky. It was so much that I did not see the stars from the bottom, I thought, since the massacre of St. Bartholomew, when I was a little angel as high as a penny of cheese and I had spent hours in the sky to accompany the souls of the Huguenots. They were so beautiful on the skin and the cold darkness that reassuring, that I wondered why I had dropped almost only during the day in many years.
Then I looked down and saw something almost as spectacular flames. Something so destructive should not have been so fascinating, but I could not look away from those languages red and orange that danced on the tops of the trees and then shoot them down with sudden barrels. Death Mask
imagined that instead should be having a boring and ordinary. It was not just boredom that I picked on her face, and was not certain boredom to push him to land abruptly just beyond the edge of the fire at the foot of the last tree of the forest, whose leaves were just as high on fire.
was exactly for that reason that I decided to cut the wings alone. I imagined that he was suffering the torments of hell, if you grant me the bad pun. Do good, to save people, he was not allowed. If I'd had the energy I would have laughed at you, but I hit the ground back and I was too busy trying not to scream in pain.
The tree behind Death Mask swayed dangerously. Following my gaze, he turned around.
- Look out! - Shouted at once. I made to dodge but I could not not move fast enough.
Suddenly something to me and stood before him, blinded for having stared at the fire, I knew immediately what it was. Then the veil was torn in front of my eyes and shouted Mask of sorrow were his wings, which had opened to protect the tree from falling in flames.
- Cazzocazzocazzo!
- Yes, you're an idiot. Yes, I've saved again. And yes, your wings are broken. Quiet, is soon over.
- It hurts!
I looked up to heaven. - I know it hurts, you idiot.
collapsed on his knees, but do not let go of everything and, trembling, twisted his neck to try to assess the extent of damage. - Fuck.
- You've already said.
- And fuck you too, judgmental! - He shouted, raising an eye on me so damn hurt by human spaventami. He must hate me or love me still much more to address a similar look, but I knew then what they really love and hate?
swallowed and stood in silence as he stood out a dagger from his belt. - Ok, let's finish the job, then.
threw open his eyes in surprise. That he was not convinced of his duties, who think outside the box and all I knew, but I never imagined it would come to this so suddenly. What does it matter that was also my choice? Yet I had never felt the type to need encouragement to make decisions ... How wrong I was! It was not looking for encouragement, I was. It was me he wanted. Me, not my support. Me, I wanted to or not.
In a sense he was lucky, because with the small knife would have been difficult to combine anything. But his wings were nearly broken at the base, and only thin strips of black leather kept them attached to his body. He twisted his arms backwards to reach the shoulders, and with two strokes cut net.
Then he collapsed on his side. Routes the short distance that separated me from him and sat down. I helped him settle down with her head on my legs to be his pillow, and stroked her dark hair, uncombed and sweaty. The gesture came naturally to me, and only after I realized how strange it was. How all was strange.
- You're crazy, you know? - I murmured, my voice, and reveal something that could be affected.
- You're not the first to say so. - He grunted in response.
After that we were so, exhausted and drained, nearby, nearly motionless.
If Adam and Eve discovered their nakedness, thanks to the forbidden fruit, I noticed because of my cold. So I changed position, going to lie down next to Death Mask, nestled against him.
His arms enveloped me. - You have always been very stupid to be an angel. - Muttered, halfway between sleep and wakefulness.
- Now no longer are.
- You're still stupid, though.
- I love you too. - Sghignazzai ironic.
He laughed, and looked at him more and more wanted to laugh too. We had to be really mad, because the more we tried to catch his breath and laughed louder, and we laughed in the forest on fire, and we laughed our weariness and our bodies to pieces, and we laughed about God and Satan, eccheccenefregava us in the world? I give a damn to me Death Mask of the world when it was so close and so beautiful to even look happy, or maybe even looking to seem so happy? So nice to get lost, and stop laughing for a better look, and let your heart laugh ...
Her lips were wet and bitter as burnt. It was only then that I realized that he had never kissed anyone in hundreds of years of life. It was something to which I had never even thought about it, because it was outside the box so that even a fool like me would never have dared to do-Santa Teresa would continue to argue otherwise, but anyone who has been has been an extremely effective damnatio memoriae.
If I had known at the time the use of the lacrimal gland I cried with anger for all that I had lost so far. It was not a purely physical, oh no, it would be too simple. It was the desire of him, to him as Death Mask, for the person he was and the things he did and things he said, and it was he and no one else in the world. I realized that I had never really wanted someone or something before: all my little quirks of recent times could not be called true desires, and vanished in the face of enormous candles as poor in the sunlight. In my long life, but God was so short it looked empty at first-I followed only what they had created could not be called-orders, but neither will-and then only at the whim of the moment.
In all this, even though I was angry as never before, I could feel happy. Really happy.
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I do not know. I could sum it all up in a "wow", but I think would not suffice. Or maybe you would too.
Angels do not sweep, but the devils sometimes yes. We were, that were permitted and indeed encouraged to do anything distracting there. But I had never kissed anyone, not just exist as a concept, imagine. I was bitten, scratched, sexually assaulted, caressed, but never kissed.
lips Aphrodite had that disgusting sweetness you'd expect from someone who has always lived up clouds of cotton candy. It was better than anything I had ever felt before. I handed him a hand behind his head to push it more towards me, and my fingers are entangled in her hair. My my my my! The best booty of all time, because I I was his as much as it was mine. It looked like a deadly trap. Indeed it was: humans, who have more experience of such trouble, they call it love. I felt
stringermisi against Aphrodite, and her skin was cool against mine. I could stay like this forever, and I am not exaggerating because eternity I've seen up close. But then those who wanted to eternity, if you could get even a single moment with Phro? And who wanted a moment, if you could have days and nights? And at what would be crazy enough when there was only one kiss you whimpered against him? I was certainly mad, but not to the point of giving up even one millimeter of him. Mio
It did not matter if every move was a bad dog twin wounds on our backs, when I could fondle the breast of a fire burning very different from divine punishment.
Before I had only made worthwhile, sometimes, but understand them now, humans, who continued to sin even knowing the punishment. Because I understood what it meant to really want. Why had it been my fate to hell I would come back as a victim rather than perpetrator, but with a smile that ten thousand years of torment could not tear. What they tried to convince me that it was wrong, to convince those who twist the hands of Aphrodite, kissing her cheeks, biting her neck, touch her legs, stroking her arms was deserving of punishment!
I listened to the crazy beat of his heart. I never imagined that something as mundane as a medium body that pumps blood could talk . Because this was exactly what he was doing the heart of Aphrodite, with those beats that seemed to caress my every change of pace. I whispered to continue, he shouted his anger for not being woken up before, telling me how good it was to beat right there, in that breast so beautiful, and Aphrodite to beat anyone else in the world even at the cost of breaking out now.
I felt pulling up from her arms still finding myself face to face with him. This time the biting more than kiss her lips, but without hurting him. It felt so absurd to wish that he was all right, crazy for me that I had spent centuries to destroy and strike. And suddenly I did not know what more I could have found us, what I had sent on for centuries.
Oh, I bet you thought I was soft and sweet
You thought an angel swept you off your feet
When Aphrodite lay on his back and drew me to her I hesitated for fear of hurting him. It was only a second, heh. I was not so sentimental all of a sudden become not expect what I wanted for a couple of stupid injuries. But the moment was enough to understand what I was going through his mind.
- I believe you have a soft spot for how I fell before. But I assure you they are much less tender than it looks.
My hands slid over her body-the eternal, that body! - And rallied around his buttocks. - I look very soft hand.
He said nothing and went towards me, letting slip something very like a groan of appreciation, first to reach down to my neck with his teeth those murderers. It was biting and sucking, and I touched his tongue. I think I got an electric shock straight at him.
His hands had melted while the embrace that was crushing me and I was pulling my pants. Touched me, touched me, me, ah, literally sent me into ecstasy with nothing. One moment it was there that he was fiddling with my pants and the next moment he was again lying, legs wide open as if he had done nothing in his life, just to make me lose all control. I was drunk with him, I was intoxicated him more time than I could ever admit. But that night was already turning into days I was even more. And if I wanted a moment to remember, well '... I had it, but I do not remember clearly when my fingers made their way inside him before or after being caught in his bandages, the same bands that I had done in what looked like a previous life-that was another life-and can not remember if he was the first to shout my name at the silent sky, clinging to my hips and scratch the back, or if it was me, and sank between her thighs, a groan as one of the whores that many times I had dragged down the brothels of the Earth. Again and again sank into him, who welcomed me was meeting my thrusts and panting on the ears.
was all that being the body, not anything else. That's why he was special. Because the other was, after all we still had the soul, but that was lost the instant and in each other as if we had lost consciousness. It was just hear: hear her sweating skin slippery against mine, was to feel her hair between his fingers as he kissed her again, was to feel every muscle tense as they would never claim at any other time. It was there, it was time. And we were there. And I was overwhelmed with happiness.
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a) The scene where Phro you cut the wings is all the fault of a scene from the movie X-Men. I am innocent!
b) The relationship between body / mind / body / spiritual several bales was heavily influenced by Bleach.
c) For all of this stain to me are disgustingly autopromptata (in case you're wondering who spit in my eye / build an altar for having caused such a masterpiece / horror).
d) I loved writing this fanfiction More Than Should allow decency.
e) The Night of San Bartolomeo , Paris 1572.
f) St. Teresa of Avila: just look as portrayed Bernini to understand how to resemble its mystical ecstasy orgasms. And no, not me this time that are blasphemous, it was she who wrote in his diary things incredibly ambiguous.
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