you're impure. you've done bad things, been a cruel person, or you've been terribly wrong, and you've seen what the world really is. maybe you're bad, or maybe your road to hell is paved with good intentions. whatever the case is, there's red in your ledger.
they're pure. almost innocent, even. they're kind and open and the very opposite of worldly. maybe they're not always good, no one is, but their heart is clean.
despite these differences, there's something between you. you shouldn't relate, you should be worlds away...
how to play
comment with your character. mention if they're more likely to be pure or impure.
reply to others.
use the rng to determine the direction of your thread or come up with your own direction.
prompts
light || the pure is affecting the impure in a positive way.
dark || the impure is affecting the pure in a negative way.
purposeful || you want to corrupt something so pure.
forgive || they know what you've done and they've forgiven you.
death || something comes up from the dark past and strikes out at the one loved the most. they know it would hurt you to see them in pain - or worse.
life || the smut option. will there be hesitance in "defiling" purity?
cheer || never again did you think that there would be simple joys. picnics, birthdays, gentle holding of hands.
confessions || you have to get them into your life; they're the only good thing you can see.
teach || one party is teaching the other about more worldly pursuits, may or may not be sexual. perhaps they feel guilty for this, perhaps they don't.
end || you can't do this to them anymore. they deserve so much better than you.
Miniel almost shrank back, but he held her, her bright eyes burning as she closed them, her eyelashes wet. She coughed around him, struggling. She didn't have the same limits a mortal did, not even with her grace stripped from her, fallen as she suddenly was. Her body had changed, she could feel it, sensations enveloping her.
Her mouth closed around him, sucking slowly, her tongue thrumming against the underside of the length lodged in her mouth. She inched back only as much as he would let her, slowly bobbing her head in an imitation of the lovemaking she knew humans performed.
When he was sure she would cooperate rather than retreating from his cock, he relaxed his grip on her. He did not think she would bite down, but it was of little consequence if he did. The pain would be fleeting and easily healed, and she would pay for it so very, very dearly. He dared her to, even. But it was important to dangle a carrot.
"Perform well and I'll reward you," he told her. She was an angel, she was not used to these concepts, he knew. Obedience, faith, and for her in particular, love. "I can make you feel good, make you feel like you've never felt before. The pleasures of the flesh are so much greater than the intangibles He is so fond of promising."
Miniel didn't consider biting - it wasn't in her nature to be violent, not even in a situation like this, her back savaged, her entire world changed. Her eyes watched him for signs of approval, that what she was doing wouldn't merit any further punishment. He had known she would take the bait - if she hadn't, she would have likely fallen. It went against her very nature to not take actions to protect love, even now.
Reward. She wasn't certain what kind of reward he could give her, of all people. Pleasures of the flesh. She knew that they were fleeting, that they only mattered when coupled with love, though she'd never experienced them herself. She wasn't particularly creative as she pleasured him, moving her mouth over him, taking him in and out of her mouth. She never went as far as he did that first time, but she came close.
Pitiful head. Unskilled, repetitive, boring. He could not come like this. He pulled her off of his cock by the hair and threw her to the ground once more.
"A useless mouth," he spat. "I should banish you to the slums and force you to live as a whore for a hundred years. Then perhaps you could suck a cock properly."
Maybe not even for that long. He smiled, and then laughed. "What a fitting punishment for an angel of love, do you not agree? To be forced to reap what you claim to sow?"
He repressed his infernal aura, and suppressed her divine one. His wings folded over his body and merged into him, leaving behind a black silk shirt and jet black pants. His burning eyes ebbed and calmed to a penetrating, unnatural grey. They were now fully visible to the mortal world, and she could feel the cold on her naked, bloody skin. He threw what could barely be called clothes onto the floor before her. A bra and a pair of ragged tights.
Miniel spilled to the ground, her hands beneath her, body twisted as she curled in on herself again. She was not used to this, this kind of treatment. Reverence, that was what she was used to. Respect. Brotherly love and care. Chaste love.
Her hands scrambled for the clothing he offered her, pulling it on over her abused skin. Her holy blood still coated her back, flaked off of her thighs as she tugged the tights up and over herself. Curling her arms around her legs, she peered up at him. Even as a human, she still had those impossibly blue eyes.
He marched her through the streets, her bare feet pricked and poked by rough asphalt, loose gravel. As the journey lengthened, and they left the suburbs into the deeper city, the hazards grew to include broken glass, rusty nails, puddles of mildew water and used cigarettes.
He marched her without mercy. Eyes looked on at the girl. Many looked on with sympathy and compassion, and some even intended to aid her, although Lindstrom flexed his influence to push those away. As they entered the worst areas of the city, Lindstrom pushed his influence further, darkening the intentions of those around them.
A trio of young thugs stood next to the sidewalk as Miniel passed, led by Lindstrom. Their eyes did not see the demon, focused entirely on her.
"You selling, breezy?" the asked her. He had a cigarette on the top of his ear and was wearing a brand new ball cap (complete with sticker attached) with a fishhook stuck on the brim.
As they moved, Miniel wanted to reach out to those who looked on her, wanted to help her. They didn't, though, never offered, just looked away. Her feet were torn by the glass, the nails, dirtied by the water, dirt, and cigarettes.
When the young man spoke to her, she shook her head, keeping her eyes downcast as she tried to hide behind Lindstrom. She wasn't selling anything. She wanted to hide herself, her body barely covered in the clothing she wore. "No, sorry," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She likely looked like a homeless drug addict to them, though she was anything but.
The boy gestured with his head, and the trio got up, walking around Miniel as she staggered across the street. Two of them flanked her on either side while the last trailed just behind her.
"Where ya going, gurl? Maybe I got something for you instead. Maybe we all got something for you."
Lindstrom walked on, his smile hidden from her, obscured by his back.
Miniel kept her head down, walking quickly behind Lindstrom, frightened. She'd never been this frightened before, but then she'd had her grace, her control. Her power. She stumbled, falling to one knee, the pain zinging up her thigh from it.
She'd never felt pain like this before, either. Except for the loss of her wings. She pushed herself up, her eyes burning, her head and eyes still downcast.
There was no one around to witness them - Lindstrom made sure of that. She was beautiful, alone, vulnerable, defenseless. They were horny, thought themselves tough but were scared of following through. Lindstrom fixed that too, emboldening them, growing their natural urges. Such simple creature. He was not changing the road they were walking down, he was merely sweeping the path clean for them.
The first boy acted first, wrapping a hand around her mouth. The other two grabbed her legs and arms and together they dragged her into the alley nearby. They dragged her onto a pile of deconstructed cardboard and held her down. The first boy drew a knife and put it up to her face. "Don't make any noise and this'll go better, got it?"
The second boy started to kiss her while the third started unfastening his pants. The first boy grabbed her top and cut it open with his knife, spilling her breasts out once more for their viewing pleasure.
Lindstrom stood just behind them, watching in amusement.
Miniel screamed as the mortals grabbed her, pulled her into a dark and smelly alley, tossed her onto a broken cardboard box and pinned her down. The noise stopped as the boy shone a blade near her eye, her cheek. Normally, she would heal any wound and quickly, but she wasn't certain of whether or not she would now. It was up to Lindstrom to give her that ability back, and right now, she was like a mortal.
The kissing was unlike any other she'd experienced. There was no love behind it, only lust, power. The bra she wore snapped as the first boy cut it, her breasts freed, pale in the light of the alley. No one would be around, no doubt, the demon seeing to it. They didn't see him, which no doubt meant he was hiding himself, making her visible while he himself stayed in the shadows. She looked at him, still able to see him, her eyes begging. "Please." She murmured, turning her face to the side.
He laughed. What could she offer him that he could not take? He had no mercy, no compassion. He wanted to see her suffer, wanted to see her faith shatter, see her body corrupted, her morals soiled.
The second boy groped her breast as he shoved his tongue into her mouth. The third boy took her hand and forced it around his cock. The first boy put the knife away and kneeled down between her legs, forcing them open. He grabbed the thin fabric barely covering her crotch and tore it open, exposing her pussy and ass.
"Fuck, that's choice peach, isn't it boys?" he said, admiring her perfectly groomed, angelic virgin cunt. "Put her on her back."
They wrestled her down as he pulled his cock out through his jeans zipper and climbed on top of her. He took a moment to line up his cock at her entrance and then shoved in, pushing his cock into her without any concern for her well being or pleasure.
Miniel's face showed her dismay, her discomfort as the boys manhandled her. They're humans, corrupted. They know not what they do. This is not what's in their hearts. She said it to herself, like a prayer, hoping that her faith would help her withstand this assault. She flinched as her legs were forced open, her clothing ripped. The air was cold and she immediately felt shame, something she was unfamiliar with.
"Please, stop," she begged softly, flipped onto her back with the boy mounting her. She made a strangled noise of pain as he shoved himself inside of her, struggling weakly against the hands that held her down, sobbing softly as she turned her head towards Lindstrom.
"Don't they?" he asked her, aloud. "Or do they simply not care?"
The first boy pushed himself until he could not push himself any more and then he started to thrust into her, his movements awkward and without rhythm, seeking only to extract pleasure from her body.
The third boy took her hand once more, wrapping her hand around his cock and imploring her to rub him off. The second boy climbed onto her chest and grabbed her hair, pulling her head into an uncomfortable position and forcing his cock into her mouth, much like Lindstrom had done earlier.
"What scares you more, angel?" Lindstrom asked. "That God has decided this is what you must face to complete His plans, however convoluted they must be - or that he watches powerlessly as this happens to you?"
Her body was unused to this sort of invasion -- in fact, until she had fallen, she had been completely incapable of this act. The pain made her body tighten, tense, which made his pushes harder. Once he started to move, she whimpered low beneath her breath.
Until the second boy climbed onto her chest, forcing himself inside of her mouth. She wanted to spit him out, the smell, the taste. He hurt her, jarring her neck, her mouth and head, as he tried to pleasure himself. Her hand was limp around the other boy, unwilling to stroke him.
"You think He finds you disgusting?" Lindstrom teased, twisting the knife. "That you failed, so he discarded you, like a soiled rag or a broken toy."
He sneered. "Who is truly the kind and benevolent one, then?"
The first boy writhed and moaned as he came inside of her pussy. He pulled it out, his cock stained in cum and blood. The boy having her jerk him off swapped positions, wasting no time filling her recently vacated pussy. The first boy lifted her leg up and wiped his cock off on her stockings.
No. He still loves me. His love is everlasting. It was thought with such faith, still. Such conviction, despite the heinous act that he was driving, that he was encouraging.
She exhaled as the first boy finished his awkward fucking, then tried to writhe away as the second took his place, pushing into her to seek his own pleasure.
This body is but flesh. My spirit endures. She closed her eyes, twin trails of wet sliding from them. She'd stopped struggling beneath them, letting the mortals do as they would with her body. Shock, would have been the correct term. Everything felt far away, as if what happened was not to her, but some other being.
Miniel fought him, but was no match. She had surrendered herself to him to save the woman. Her lips tightened around the young man's cock, sealing, the suction forming as he thrust into her mouth.
She turned her eyes to him so that he could see them, the blue orbs softening, surrendering. It was all she could do, her attention brought back to the present, to the pain in her lower body as the other young man used her.
The boy's arousal dramatically grew from her sudden participation. "Fuck, the bitch loves it," he told his compatriots. He cursed as he blew his load inside of her mouth.
"Swallow it," Lindstrom commanded. "Then lick him clean. Thank him for his gift."
The first boy watched in fascination at Miniel's change in composure. "Fuck yeah she is. Me next." His cock, still tinged with her blood and cum, was hard and ready to be put into her mouth as soon as he could.
It was hot, sudden, the spurting of the man's cock inside of her mouth, hot and salty over her tongue and throat. She sucked it back, swallowing it with a soft cough. Her tongue cleaned him before he pulled out, tucking himself back into his jeans.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse. The first guy could barely hold himself back and Miniel opened her mouth, wincing as he shoved himself between her lips and she sucked, just as she had the man before.
They continued fucking her for a few minutes before they got bored of the position and moved her around, pulling her onto her hands and knees and spitroasting her, one cock in her mouth and another pounding her aching pussy. The third was on his phone, calling several other people to tell them about the girl they had found.
"Welcome to your new life," Lindstrom told her. He knelt next to her and caressed her hair, then ran a finger under her eye to catch a tear on his finger. He touched his finger to his lips, smiling at the sweet flavor of her despair.
Miniel was like a doll as they moved her, taking the punishment as they saw fit to mete it out, using her as they might use any toy. Her eyes remained on Lindstrom as he caressed her, seemingly still invisible to the men fucking her. He drank her tear and she squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see him, to acknowledge him any longer. How could he abide this evil when he had once been one of her kind? She should have known, the moment he'd ripped off her wings, that he held no mercy in him. Thought the mortals could not see it, her angel's blood still stained her skin, making her a ruined sight for the demon.
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Her mouth closed around him, sucking slowly, her tongue thrumming against the underside of the length lodged in her mouth. She inched back only as much as he would let her, slowly bobbing her head in an imitation of the lovemaking she knew humans performed.
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"Perform well and I'll reward you," he told her. She was an angel, she was not used to these concepts, he knew. Obedience, faith, and for her in particular, love. "I can make you feel good, make you feel like you've never felt before. The pleasures of the flesh are so much greater than the intangibles He is so fond of promising."
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Reward. She wasn't certain what kind of reward he could give her, of all people. Pleasures of the flesh. She knew that they were fleeting, that they only mattered when coupled with love, though she'd never experienced them herself. She wasn't particularly creative as she pleasured him, moving her mouth over him, taking him in and out of her mouth. She never went as far as he did that first time, but she came close.
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"A useless mouth," he spat. "I should banish you to the slums and force you to live as a whore for a hundred years. Then perhaps you could suck a cock properly."
Maybe not even for that long. He smiled, and then laughed. "What a fitting punishment for an angel of love, do you not agree? To be forced to reap what you claim to sow?"
He repressed his infernal aura, and suppressed her divine one. His wings folded over his body and merged into him, leaving behind a black silk shirt and jet black pants. His burning eyes ebbed and calmed to a penetrating, unnatural grey. They were now fully visible to the mortal world, and she could feel the cold on her naked, bloody skin. He threw what could barely be called clothes onto the floor before her. A bra and a pair of ragged tights.
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Her hands scrambled for the clothing he offered her, pulling it on over her abused skin. Her holy blood still coated her back, flaked off of her thighs as she tugged the tights up and over herself. Curling her arms around her legs, she peered up at him. Even as a human, she still had those impossibly blue eyes.
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He marched her without mercy. Eyes looked on at the girl. Many looked on with sympathy and compassion, and some even intended to aid her, although Lindstrom flexed his influence to push those away. As they entered the worst areas of the city, Lindstrom pushed his influence further, darkening the intentions of those around them.
A trio of young thugs stood next to the sidewalk as Miniel passed, led by Lindstrom. Their eyes did not see the demon, focused entirely on her.
"You selling, breezy?" the asked her. He had a cigarette on the top of his ear and was wearing a brand new ball cap (complete with sticker attached) with a fishhook stuck on the brim.
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When the young man spoke to her, she shook her head, keeping her eyes downcast as she tried to hide behind Lindstrom. She wasn't selling anything. She wanted to hide herself, her body barely covered in the clothing she wore. "No, sorry," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She likely looked like a homeless drug addict to them, though she was anything but.
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"Where ya going, gurl? Maybe I got something for you instead. Maybe we all got something for you."
Lindstrom walked on, his smile hidden from her, obscured by his back.
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She'd never felt pain like this before, either. Except for the loss of her wings. She pushed herself up, her eyes burning, her head and eyes still downcast.
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The first boy acted first, wrapping a hand around her mouth. The other two grabbed her legs and arms and together they dragged her into the alley nearby. They dragged her onto a pile of deconstructed cardboard and held her down. The first boy drew a knife and put it up to her face. "Don't make any noise and this'll go better, got it?"
The second boy started to kiss her while the third started unfastening his pants. The first boy grabbed her top and cut it open with his knife, spilling her breasts out once more for their viewing pleasure.
Lindstrom stood just behind them, watching in amusement.
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The kissing was unlike any other she'd experienced. There was no love behind it, only lust, power. The bra she wore snapped as the first boy cut it, her breasts freed, pale in the light of the alley. No one would be around, no doubt, the demon seeing to it. They didn't see him, which no doubt meant he was hiding himself, making her visible while he himself stayed in the shadows. She looked at him, still able to see him, her eyes begging. "Please." She murmured, turning her face to the side.
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The second boy groped her breast as he shoved his tongue into her mouth. The third boy took her hand and forced it around his cock. The first boy put the knife away and kneeled down between her legs, forcing them open. He grabbed the thin fabric barely covering her crotch and tore it open, exposing her pussy and ass.
"Fuck, that's choice peach, isn't it boys?" he said, admiring her perfectly groomed, angelic virgin cunt. "Put her on her back."
They wrestled her down as he pulled his cock out through his jeans zipper and climbed on top of her. He took a moment to line up his cock at her entrance and then shoved in, pushing his cock into her without any concern for her well being or pleasure.
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"Please, stop," she begged softly, flipped onto her back with the boy mounting her. She made a strangled noise of pain as he shoved himself inside of her, struggling weakly against the hands that held her down, sobbing softly as she turned her head towards Lindstrom.
She would not break. They know not what they do.
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The first boy pushed himself until he could not push himself any more and then he started to thrust into her, his movements awkward and without rhythm, seeking only to extract pleasure from her body.
The third boy took her hand once more, wrapping her hand around his cock and imploring her to rub him off. The second boy climbed onto her chest and grabbed her hair, pulling her head into an uncomfortable position and forcing his cock into her mouth, much like Lindstrom had done earlier.
"What scares you more, angel?" Lindstrom asked. "That God has decided this is what you must face to complete His plans, however convoluted they must be - or that he watches powerlessly as this happens to you?"
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Until the second boy climbed onto her chest, forcing himself inside of her mouth. She wanted to spit him out, the smell, the taste. He hurt her, jarring her neck, her mouth and head, as he tried to pleasure himself. Her hand was limp around the other boy, unwilling to stroke him.
That God has forsaken me.
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He sneered. "Who is truly the kind and benevolent one, then?"
The first boy writhed and moaned as he came inside of her pussy. He pulled it out, his cock stained in cum and blood. The boy having her jerk him off swapped positions, wasting no time filling her recently vacated pussy. The first boy lifted her leg up and wiped his cock off on her stockings.
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She exhaled as the first boy finished his awkward fucking, then tried to writhe away as the second took his place, pushing into her to seek his own pleasure.
This body is but flesh. My spirit endures. She closed her eyes, twin trails of wet sliding from them. She'd stopped struggling beneath them, letting the mortals do as they would with her body. Shock, would have been the correct term. Everything felt far away, as if what happened was not to her, but some other being.
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The collar burned and the fog disappeared, bringing back to complete clarity.
"You aren't a passive victim here, I brought you here for a reason. You're here to practice."
He controlled aspects of her mind as much as aspects of her body. He forced her to focus on the cock being thrusted into her mouth.
"Form a seal around it with your lips," he commanded. "Thank him with your eyes for using your mouth."
This boy was bigger, burlier. He was rough with her head as he fucked her perfect lips, mussed up her seraphic hair.
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She turned her eyes to him so that he could see them, the blue orbs softening, surrendering. It was all she could do, her attention brought back to the present, to the pain in her lower body as the other young man used her.
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"Swallow it," Lindstrom commanded. "Then lick him clean. Thank him for his gift."
The first boy watched in fascination at Miniel's change in composure. "Fuck yeah she is. Me next." His cock, still tinged with her blood and cum, was hard and ready to be put into her mouth as soon as he could.
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"Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse. The first guy could barely hold himself back and Miniel opened her mouth, wincing as he shoved himself between her lips and she sucked, just as she had the man before.
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"Welcome to your new life," Lindstrom told her. He knelt next to her and caressed her hair, then ran a finger under her eye to catch a tear on his finger. He touched his finger to his lips, smiling at the sweet flavor of her despair.
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