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“Have to disagree with you there-” The demon spat blood as he got to his knees, gathering up the broken pieces of his microphone. On the wall, his shadow grew darker and began wrapping around him. “Radio’s not dead, but it is ending th-”
“Oh, no you don’t!” Adam reached out and grabbed the demon’s arm. For a moment, it barely felt corporeal, but as he pulled it out of the shadows, it became solid once again. “You’re not escaping this easily, you little bitch!”
Clearly, the demon had planned on melting away and running off; shadowy claws scratched at Adam’s hand while he dragged the creature back out into the light. Banishing his own weapon, Adam grabbed the broken microphone and threw it away; the pieces rolled along the floor and stopped by the railings.
“Not so tough without your little magic tricks, are ya?”
The microphone had apparently been some sort of weapon, because now the demon was reduced to physical attacks. He grabbed at Adam’s arm, shaking it to make him release his grip, sinking his sharp teeth into his hand. One thin leg shot up and placed a well-aimed kick right into Adam’s chest with surprising force. He wheezed and bent double, losing his grip on the enemy. The demon tried to get away and reclaim his weapon, but before he could reach it Adam grabbed hold of his ankle and pulled him down, twisting his grip on it till it broke. The demon screamed and tried to kick at him again, but this time Adam was ready. He leapt, landing on top of him and forcing the struggling demon down.
“Fucking – stay still, damn it!”
The demon tried to scratch at him, but as soon as Adam’s hands closed around those thin wrists, it was game over. Red eyes glared up at him; not in fear, but in anger. Now that just pissed Adam off even more. He forced the demon’s wrists together; they were thin enough that he could trap both of them in one hand, leaving his other free to summon his weapon. One good slash ought to do it; the first one had left an open, bleeding wound across the demon’s chest.
Then again, this damned annoying creature didn’t deserve a quick death ...
Adam banished his weapon again and closed his hand around the demon’s throat instead. Immediately, the beast began struggling anew, kicking his feet, twisting his body, trying to throw him off. Adam squeezed the scrawny neck, making him gasp for air. This was a sinner; he deserved whatever happened to him, and he had caused enough trouble for it to hurt.
It shouldn’t take much effort to kill the demon, Adam just had to sit there and watch as he squeezed the life out of him. He studied the sinner’s face as his movements grew more sluggish. There was something ... familiar about him. Where had he seen this creature before? Something stirred in the back of his mind. The pictures had been all blurry; Lute had said they’d been corrupted somehow-
Adam loosened his grip, and the demon gasped for air.
The videos. This was the demon from those distorted videos.
Extermination was a yearly affair, they never needed to train for it, but since little princess Morningstar was stirring up trouble, Lute had insisted they needed to be more prepared this time. So, the girls had put in more training, and they had dug up videos to get some sense of who they’d be fighting when they headed for this crappy hotel. Boring as shit, mostly, but Adam had watched them.
They had all been there; the princess, that traitor Vaggie, the damned slut and the other hotel guests – and Lucifer. He’d been there a lot, watching over his annoying little brat and her stupid snowflake project. It didn’t matter, Lucifer’s hands were tied, he couldn’t do anything to stop them from killing sinners. The deal prevented him from interfering as long as hell-born like his daughter were spared.
Lucifer had mostly been with his daughter ... but he’d had someone else by his side too, in nearly every video. Someone he’d smiled at. Adam knew that smile. He’s seen that damn angel smile at Lilith like that, back in Eden. Back before he knew what that smile had meant, before he understood how they’d gone behind his back and betrayed him.
Lilith had left Hell now, but Lucifer had apparently found someone new not so long ago, someone he kept close. Someone who’d made him smile like that again. But all the videos had been corrupted, Adam hadn’t been able to see clearly – perhaps it had been some precaution, some way to keep it a secret. To make sure his new flame couldn’t be targeted ...
“... You’re Lucifer’s little bitch, aren’t you?”
“Wh- what are you-”
“You are!” Adam laughed. “Knew I’d seen you somewhere before, the annoying static couldn’t hide everything!”
The demon glared up at him, but didn’t try to deny it. Adam looked around; the girls were handling this, without the shield, they had swooped into battle. There were no one around up on the roof, the fuckers had apparently left that part of the defence to-
“... Alastor, wasn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Did you actually think you could win against me? Or were you just like a distraction or something?”
Alastor didn’t answer, but his ears moved; pinned back in what could be either anger or fear.
“Now, we’re not supposed to hurt any of the hell-borns, but killing sinners like you is the whole fucking reason we go down here. Kinda stupid of Lucifer to let his little fuck-toy take this risk-”
“I’m not-”
“No? Not what he calls you? Babe, then? Bambi? You’re not really beautiful like Lilith, but cute enough, if you squint.” Adam pulled his fingers through the red hair, scratching at the soft deer ears. Alastor shook his head, trying to bite at his fingers. Cute but dangerous. Yeah, Adam could see what made Lucifer want to have this one.
“... did he ever tell you how he met Lilith?” Adam said. It was no secret, not anymore. He was totally over Lilith, he had been for centuries, but the damn humiliation still stung. “She was my wife, until Lucifer went and fucked her behind my back.” He grinned, unhooking his mask and letting it drop to the ground. “What do you say, wanna help me even the score?”
Alastor stared at him for a moment. Then understanding dawned on his face, followed by disgust. “Go to hell.”
“Already here, babe. It’s cute how you want to be a loyal little bitch-” More loyal than Lilith was to me. “-but it doesn’t really matter what you want.”
Adam hooked his fingers into Alastor’s coat and yanked it open; the fabric tore all the way to the gash in his chest. The shirt underneath was soaked in blood and had begun to stick to the wound; Alastor screamed when Adam ripped the fabric away. The demon trashed and struggled underneath him, long feet kicking as he tried to throw Adam off.
Adam laughed. “Come on, stay still, will you? I can make this real good for you-”
He leaned down and kissed Alastor, hard. The demon froze; he was so still it felt like kissing a mask. Adam dug his fingers into the wound on his chest, making Alastor gasp and open his mouth under his. He forced his tongue past the demon’s lips – and felt the sharp teeth snap shut. Adam yanked his head back, blood spilling down his face.
“Oh, you damned little-”
His grip on Alastor’s wrists slipped, and the demon got one hand free. Instead of punching or scratching, he tried to throw his whole body to the side and slip out from underneath Adam. He nearly managed. One hand scratched at the floor as he tried to reach his microphone; the broken thing shot some sparks, but before Alastor could touch it, Adam got hold of his arm again.
“Don’t you fucking try anything!” He bent the thin wrist back until he heard the crunch of broken bone.
Alastor wailed, and Adam used that distraction to roll the demon over onto his stomach, trapping his arms behind his back with one hand; with the other, he started yanking his pants down, hard enough to tear the fabric. Adam hadn’t really expected the tail, but the ears and antlers should have given him a clue.
“Aww, look at that, that is really cute, Bambi.” He grabbed the soft fur and let it glide through his fingers.
“G-get your filthy hands off of me-”
“What, you don’t like it?”
“No! Don’t touch me, stop-”
Sensitive, hm? Adam dragged his fingers up and down the tail and was rewarded when Alastor shuddered and gasped. It was always better with partners who reacted instead of just lying there like a corpse. He tore apart the demon’s pants and underwear, so only the pant-legs still clung to the skinny frame.
“I- is this what Heaven’s warriors do?” Alastor’s voice was shaking almost as badly as his body.
“It’s extermination day.” Adam grinned. “We’re free to do whatever we want with you worthless bitches.”
“You’re no better than any of us down here!!”
Adam grabbed him by the hair and smashed his face into the floor, once, twice, thrice-
“I’m nothing like you demon scum! I am Adam, the first man! I am an angel! You’re just a pathetic little sinner!”
Alastor gulped and coughed. Adam yanked at his ear, forcing his head up from the floor, twisting it to the side so he could look him in the eye, and saw the blood streaming from his nose and into his mouth.
“I’m nothing like you, do you hear me?”
Alastor didn’t answer. Adam let go of his ear, and the demon’s face met the floor again. Adam kicked Alastor’s scrawny legs apart, kneeling between them to stop him from trying to close them. His hand was wet with blood now. He moved the tail out of the way, and pushed two fingers into the demon’s ass. That got a reaction. Alastor gasped, his body twitched, and he tried in vain to shake Adam off.
“St- sth- stop! Ah! Ah-”
“You ought to be a little grateful, bitch, I could take you dry, you know.”
The demon was tight, and there was no use telling him to relax when he was panicking like this. Adam forced his fingers in up the knuckles, trying to open him up, smearing blood onto his insides, making him wet as best he could. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do. He pulled his fingers out and fumbled with his clothes; it was annoying to do this with just one hand, but his other hand was still occupied keeping the demon’s hands trapped and pressing him to the floor. Finally, he got his dick out. He was hard already, had been for a while as the demon struggled underneath him.
“Please.”
It was so quiet Adam almost didn’t hear the word.
“P-please don’t do this.” It sounded odd, like the word was unfamiliar in the demon’s mouth. Adam got the impression Alastor had never begged for anything before. Adam leaned over him, rubbing his dick against his ass.
“Aww, maybe you should have prayed better when you still lived. Might have saved you the trip down here.”
“Please-”
“No one’s listening, Bambi. Heaven’s out of reach and every angel here is busy slaughtering your little friends. Even if Lucifer could hear you, he couldn’t do a fucking thing.”
He lined up his dick and pushed into the warm, tight hole. Alastor screamed. And screamed. And kept screaming until Adam slapped his hand over his mouth to muffle the sound; it was as if the damned bitch was trying to break his eardrums. The fingering had barely done anything, every inch he sank into the demon’s ass was a struggle; it was almost painful. Alastor bit his fingers so hard he could hear the crunch of bone. Adam pulled his hand away, and luckily, there was no more screaming; the demon was wheezing as if he struggled to breathe.
“Damn, you’re tight. Lucifer did a fucking awful job breaking you in, didn’t he?”
At last, he bottomed out. He stayed still, feeling how tight the demon’s body squeezed around his dick. It was a smoother glide as he started dragging himself out again. He had almost pulled out when he looked down and saw how bloody his dick was; he had torn the demon up. He pushed back inside, faster this time. He let go of Alastor’s hands, gripped the thin, sharp hips, and began moving for real. The demon tried to reach up and claw at him, grab at his hair, but his strength seemed to fail him.
Fuck, this was starting to feel real good. He hadn’t fucked a bitch this tight in ages. Adam yanked at what was left of the back of the demon’s coat, ripping it off alongside parts of the shirt. He buried his face in Alastor’s neck, biting down, making the demon whimper again. Blood flowed in tiny rivers as he bit again and again, marking him up.
Lilith had had marks like that, Adam had seen her trying to hide them from him. His wife, she had belonged to him, before the damned Morningstar had dared to touch her. God, it felt good to take something from Lucifer for once. Alastor was crying now, tears and snot was running down his face, mixing with the blood already painting his skin. Adam doubted Lilith cried when Lucifer had fucked her. If she had, it had been from pleasure. Not like the scrawny little deer was sobbing in pain as Adam used him. But – that didn’t matter, did it? He was just evening the score.
He was an angel. He couldn’t be wrong; they were never wrong.
Alastor was a sinner anyway; he deserved whatever happened to him. This wasn’t even death.
Adam chased the thoughts from his mind. It was easier focus on how it felt; warm and tight and wet. Easier to block out the sound of the pained cries when he could feel his orgasm building, chase after it, squeeze the warm flesh so hard he could feel the bones underneath the skin. He felt the climax rush through his body, finally painting the demon’s insides with cum. He hadn’t come that hard in ages.
“Fuuuck.” Adam gasped, trying to regain his breath. “No wonder he keeps you around, Bambi.”
He didn’t get any response other than the continued sobs. Slowly, he pulled out. There was blood and cum all over Alastor’s ass, running down the inside of his thighs, spilling onto the floor. Adam readjusted his own clothes, put his mask back on and got up. The moment his legs no longer kept Alastor’s spread, the demon snapped his legs shut and curled up on the floor.
Alastor stared up at Adam. His ears were pinned back, and now there was certainly fear in those red eyes. They seemed even redder than before, and wet with tears.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you.” Adam bent down to scratch at an ear, and Alastor whimpered as he tried to move out of reach. “You got to tell Lucifer how good I fucked you, after all.”
That earned him a glare; the red eyes darkened in hatred. Alastor’s voice was hoarse and weak, but he managed to get the words out: “I – I am going t-to end you.”
Adam grinned. “Sure you will, Bambi.” Then he spread his wings and took to the sky, diving back into the battle, leaving the broken demon behind.