The Order
The Order
by
Ezekiel Sickley Dragon
Oh non rien de rien,
Oh non je ne regrette rien.
The Rotten Oak, an old blown out, western style saloon at the crossroads of modern day civilization and nowhere. Originally existing as a speak easy in the 1920's, used as a provisionary outpost for heaven, hell, and the mortal plain itself to push the realms closer towards armageddon, disappearing shortly after prohibition was enacted. Today it lies hidden from all relevant , mainstream outlets so you wouldn't know about it unless, well, you know.
We join our protagonist Lo, in a very important period in his journey, pondering what he'd sought through the years. He'd done everything like you were supposed to, studied hard, went to school for his passions, exuding a certain brilliance for handling the paranormal. Gotten recognized by a secretive arm of the church and recruited into their ranks of paranormal research and defense, ranking quicker than anyone else had in the church's history. Still, no matter how many demons he banished, ghouls he exorcised, or blasphemers he'd slain, there existed a gleaming emptiness, no sense of direction pushed every which way, left grasping for anything it could seeking definition. Numbing the enjoyment once found in completing his work, he found the days growing increasingly tedious, that dull, aching, emptiness had led him here.
"Offering must be paid before you leave." Words snapped Lo, a tall, lithe man with every color of fall in his hair, wrapped in a very fine silk priests robe, purple and black, vertically stripped, it hid his feminine form well. From his thoughts, he sat on the end of a bed, in a room from the 1920's. Pitch black made up everything as if the wood itself were made of tar yet waxed like hardwood, every defining detail hard to make in the all-consuming black tone of the room. Peering across, standing out against everything was a three piece marble outlined fireplace, emitting the only glow of light in the room. Flame patterns danced and flickered, every reflective bit of light dancing against the glossy reflection of the otherwise dark room.
Lo turned to the demon who'd led him here, not too tall, tight, bulky yet nicely toned muscles top to bottom, shoe grease black hair, and a jawline that could take a brick. Standing nude before him, awaiting an answer, stoic as a stone expression on his face.
"what do you mean, offering?" Lo cocked both eyebrows out of curiosity, silver in his eyes iris showing plainly.
"Anything of value you can give for payment, money, skin, even your soul if you wish and I'll give you a glimpse of what you seek." The demon spoke, in a bassy tone unmatched to his stature.
"My soul for a glimpse?" Lo spoke.
"Pay to play so to speak, and that would be buying out the house." Letting the words sink a bit, reaching into his robes contemplating the value of his gold, eventually handing off several pieces. Taking them, the demon curled his clawed hand into a fist, squeezing tightly until the solid gold coins exploded into dust. Lo examined his purchase, seemingly of a human form but there was a definite subtle uncertainty about him, a finely muscled form accented with faded, jade slitted eyes.
"Strip, then face the headboard, ass up and face down, shut your eyes and don't look back." The demon spoke clenching his fist tighter and tighter, focusing on the coins he'd crushed.
Lo eventually, did as he was told, stripping to his briefs, turning towards the headboard resting his head on a black silken pillow, ass raised and vulnerable, legs parted, and eyes shut.
"What do I call you?"
Creaks and groans from the bed came as what seemed like a small elephant climbed up behind Lo. Last minute secondary thoughts flickered in a bout of self-preservation.
"What was he doing? If anyone in the order found out, he'd spend the rest of his days in exile." A slight groan of creaky, cotton wrapped springs and Lo's mind was cleared. He swore the tip of a cold sword but more akin to the tip of a claw pressed lightly but firmly at the nape of his neck.
"You may call me Jaxx." A low twisted and warped tone answered, claw slowly tracing down his back, firmly popping the talon over each outstanding vertebrae. Claw working down, hooking itself in the elastic of his briefs, uprighting at the very top of Lo's ass crack, he shivered as his briefs were ripped in twain, falling off beneath him. Beginning to turn, curious to see what monstrosity was playing with him, Lo was quickly stopped, sharp tip again pressed at his nape, this time with enough strength to pin him helplessly in place the same way an insect was pinned for examination.
"Now now, do as I say and you'll be rewarded." The unearthly deep and warped voice spoke. Lo shifted back in place, blood trickling down his neck from where the claw pressed him. A scent of blood in the air excited whatever else was there, deep hot breaths blasted Lo's exposed posterior and groin, reveling in the sexual scent of a bleeding human. The tip of something warm and slick graced his right inner thigh, snaking up his flaccid cock and balls, encircling it several times.
"It's a tongue." He thought it tapered, thickened portion pressing firmly between sac and thigh. The slimy tentacle flexed, constricting and stroking his cock hard, twisting, slipping around the throbbing shaft with each squeeze. Not long after the slick invader had taken grasp of him, Lo was lost in a thoughtless relaxed state, slim portion of the tip slipping across his frenulum, forked tip turned vertical gliding in a curve through the tip of his urethra. Lo's body went slack, staying upright by stance only, face buried in a silken down cushion, mind left in dick driven bliss.
Lo was getting wet, pre leaking from his tip, the forked tongue slid up his frenulum lapping the substance up, he grew close to orgasm, groaning in each flexing grip as it swirled around him. Healthy sized globs of precum dribbled from Lo's cock as he graced the edge of orgasm. The slimy being sensing this and retracting the same way it came, leaving Lo blue as it retreated back then up along his taint and ass, the forked tip tracing a circle around his anus. Jaxx wasn't forgiving, the forked tips licked his ass along its full girth for an elongated taste, flicking lo's asshole once then diving as far as possible into Lo's gut. Lo gasped at the slithering girth worming and tasting its way along his insides, a slimy writhing, wriggling alien tentacle lapping at his gut and prostate. He buckled under the sheer sensation, foreign but absolutely, unequivocally matched in pleasurable sensation, his anus treated to an earthly yet heavenly delight. Cock twitching, close to squirting more uncomfortably than it could have been buried anywhere else, gliding, glancing the edge of release.
The tongue retracted, Lo was not left wanting long, hot hard flesh as long and thick as an arm, a tapered spearhead slid along the center of Lo's butt, leaking a warm gel-like substance he could only assume was precum, it seemed to leak in a hefty dribble, slicking his posterior cleft. Immediately absorbing, sending nerve endings into warm hypersensitive state, every sensation a blast of cresting euphoric bliss. The hefty, war mount worthy weapon sloppily flopping around its mark, smearing precum over his lower back and anus. Finally hitting its mark, the tapered length prying its tight target apart, slipping easily at first then at second a challenge, along its quickly thickening girth, from two to a five knuckle girth, plowing Lo's ass. Filling the void left so empty by unfulfilled reward to effort given, Lo beckoned each consecutive thrust, girth filling the void, fucking his very soul to pieces, the literal girth harpooning his insides bulging his stomach out. Prostate screaming madness his brain, male anatomy succumbing to the sheer pounding of its mechanical workings, Lo's gut flooded with a thick seedy warmth, gut bulging, excess spewing from his worn anus. Prostate finally giving into its beating, ass convulsing, flexing to swallow the demons gift, Lo collapsed under the force being driven into him, god worthy orgasm encompassing and consuming his mind. Eyes suitably buried in the cosy red of his eyelids, blinding pleasure blasting every sensory nerve from groin to brain until, Lo blacked out, a steady beating pressed squarely in his ear.
Lo awoke, head buried in the same muscled chest he saw last night, same strong heartbeat he fell asleep to rhythmically drumming in his ear. Crackling pops echoed through the room, fire still burning, giving off a cozy glow against an otherwise dark pit, a strong arm wrapped around his back. No light shown but he could tell it was morning, Lo's hole ached, sore and overused, legs still covered in dried cum along with most of where he laid. Clenching his hole out of reflex, twinging in pain, as if every bit of his insides had been tanned out to a rough hide, he looked up meeting Jaxx's stoic gaze, jade eyes seeming a little more vibrant and less dead.
"What happened to you last night?" Lo groaned
"What do you mean? I never left." Jaxx replied in his low gruff bassy tone.
"That, that thing. . . . It wouldn't let me see or move." Lo rested his chin on Jaxx's chest as he spoke.
"It was me, most people don't like what they see when they look back, I doubt you'd be any different, being an order member."
"What do you mean?"
"The oak shows me what my client requires upon receiving their offering, I'm merely the vessel."
"So what I needed was getting turned out?" Lo scoffed with a sarcastic tone.
Jaxx smirked and shrugged, "It's not a completely uncommon mortal problem." Slipping a finger between Lo's cheeks, teasing the still hypersensitive flesh of his gaping asshole. Lo's body, although exhausted reacted vibrantly, as the dagger-like claw tip dragged over his insides, bucking his hardening cock against Jaxx's side. Jaxx stirred his finger in the young priests gut until the sound of his room door creaking open giving a full view into the hallway, interrupted.
"Hmmm, it looks like your time is up." Lo exuded a mournful sigh of frustration, claw quickly being pulled from his depths, standing to redress himself in priestly robes.
"Thanks, that was fun."
"No thanks necessary, you pay it forward here."
"If I come back, how do I get you?" Jaxx smirked.
"Just request room 15 at the desk and bring an ample offering, I'll be waiting." Jaxx sniffed his claws, bringing a stewed, fetid mixture of waste, cum, and sex to his nose, watching the effeminate suiter walk the crimson hall.
Lo faced the ensuing work week with a renewed vitality and appreciation for all the otherwise minuscule things. Being more lively than he'd been in awhile, fond memories of the time spent with, well, whatever the hell that was, keeping him aloft. Following weekends were spent a similar way, Lo would pull a bit of gold or relic he'd stashed in his personal vault, head to nowhere, the rotten Oak, and Jaxx. Repeated plowing of his soul was soon well sought, even after the very summer was wasted, the demon's jism had become addicting, more so than liquid codeine, morphine, or anything the human race could synthesize. That war mount worthy hammer bulging out Lo's stomach, leaving the boy in pure blind bliss, turning the once proud priest into a cum hungry little devil. Continually Imbibing the contents of Jaxx's hefty sac filled the hunger that plagued him until it overran, dribbling out of every orifice. Lo took to smearing it over as much if his flesh as he could, until every nerve that could be possibly tensed or probed was pressed into a sexual utopia.
Unfortunately, nothing can stay fun, new, and interesting forever, that same dull aching miasma which had followed him since birth, followed here. Lo started to question why he kept going back, seemingly receiving nothing towards what he needed from their arrangement. That very same lack of reward he saw in life had reoccurred in this scenario as well, he went to the demon one weekend and questioned it. Resting, sated sexually, his mind hung in place, Lo's face a perfect mirror of what he was thinking, blank, dull, empty again, Jaxx hadn't even taken his offering before bedding him to pieces this time.
"Jaxx. . . . . why have I been coming here?" Lo spoke slowly, a complete void in the tone of his words, they caught the demon off guard, both eyebrows raised at the question.
"I don't know kid, that's a question you have to answer yourself."
"What?" Lo's tone livened instantly, sharpening as the word left his lips.
"What do you mean, what? You knew the arrangement." Jaxx's mug slowly etched toward a smartass smirk.
"Yeah, the deal was I bring you offerings and you give me what I've been seeking in return."
"Correct."
"So. . . . . . . ?"
"So, what?"
"So show me, what have I been seeking from you?" Their once mutually friendly tone, growing steadily more hostile.
"I'm sorry, you have to answer that for yourself." Jaxx slid from being stoic to showing a slight tensity.
"I wasted soo much of my time with you . . . so much of myself on you . . . for nothing." Lo's chest rose and fell, each breath seething more with a rage the hottest sun would be jealous of, words hissing forth from his mouth.
"Yeah, and whose fault is that? Hey, it was fun, right? And did you complain once? NO, YOU DIDN'T." Jaxx's face showed his distaste for what was happening, bent in a bad way, words short and bassy.
"If I had my gear. . ." Lo shrunk back into his thoughts, eyes focused in an ineffective piercing glare at Jaxx.
"You'd what?" Jaxx grinned smirking at the hapless little human, watching his face drop knowing that he'd been in his head the whole time. Lo bolted for the door, reaching the flat featureless wall, he panicked, no door, no way out.
"Offering must be paid before you leave." That goddamn low voice rang out, only interrupted by the crackling of the fireplace. Lo stood naked, clutching his robes, the offering he'd brought, thankfully, was a banishing dagger, cut from the very same cross the son himself died on. Dagger in hand, his robes hit the floor, pivoting in place, holding the only line of defense between him and the demon.
"Etsu Erran!" - Lo exuded every bit of energy, forging his chakra, pounding his will into words and let them fly, three eight ball sized orbs of light left the daggers tip, quickly surrounding Jaxx. Once charming deviant stood, walking slowly towards Lo, he made it just passed the bed's end before Lo tensed his grip, all three orbs circled once before burrowing their way into Jaxx's chest, stopping him in place.
"Alright, fine." Jax rolled his shoulders from left to right, muffled sounds of bones popping, shifting into place, Jaxx's anatomy restructuring. Rapidly expanding vertebrae caused his neck to jut upward several feet before snapping down sideways right angling itself with several sickening low pops. Back bulging, bending to avoid being off kilter, further and further until small bits of spine split through the flesh. Jaxx's eyes flooding over, a liquid whitewashing his pupils, nose folding inwards leaving two cartilege slits. His jaw let loose quite an audible pop, hanging loose yet still resembling a pair of disembodied shark jowls bent wide in a toothy grin. With a loud "CRACK" Jaxx's chin snapped down stretching his jawline triple that of the most endowed human, lips peeling back into his mouth, leaving nothing but exposed gum and rows of long jagged razor-point teeth. Every bit of healthy flesh tone coloring drained until only a ghastly leathery being as tall as room fifteen towered, blind, white gaze focused on Lo.
The staunch reality of not whom, but what he had invited into his life, into himself, stagnated, swirled and exploded. Just as a contracted viral infection finally making its presence known to its host, eating away at the structural defenses before ratcheting up the symptoms reducing an otherwise healthy being to a shambling, unresponsive pile of rubble. Lo collapsed inside himself, hands trembling as he reached for the only physical piece of solidarity he had left. Back firmly against the door, holding a dagger, tip pointing dead center at Jaxx's heart.
"You know, the same rules apply to angels right?" The gray skinned demon chuckled, smirking, lips unmoving as it spoke. Lo held his stance firmly, nervously starring this monstrosity down, he'd never faced a demon of this class before and didn't know what its capabilities were.
"Alright, let me show you." Jax inhaled sharply.
"Sechtol!" Spoken in an explosive whispering hiss, a lightning bolt cracked off the tip of his tongue, thunder echoing throughout the ethereal plain towards Lo. Incanted words struck home, silver iris in his eyes turning a vibrant liquid silver, heart wrenching, expelling little electric insect-sized jolts of crippling pain outwards to the marrow of his lower ribs. Each core felt super heated, the sensation bringing Lo to his knees. Dagger still raised at its mark, Lo struggled to hold the blade, hot bolts rippling around his insides, migrating back, settling underneath his shoulder blades.
"What did you do?" Left arm wrapped around himself, clutching his chest.
"Giving you what you came here for. . ." Jaxx hissed, raising his right hand in a closed bladed fist.
"ABSOLUTION!" His hand flicked open, Lo's back muscles swelled to the size of cannon balls, the pressure almost causing his spine to deflect inward. Two pointed ribs poked through each outstretched pustule of muscle, as soon as the skin was breached the pressure blew the growths out several feet to Lo's sides. Screaming in inexplicable pain, a pair of pale white angel wings exploding outward flinging shredded flesh and blood against the walls, leaving a crimson wing pattern behind him, the mixing of pain and load of forming his new appendages weakened Lo to the point of fainting. Jaxx gripped a rafter in the ceiling swinging himself toward Lo catching him mid-fall, clutching Lo by an open palm to the chest, holding him up until he found the ground to stand on his own.
"What do you want?." Lo panted, pained and exhausted.
"You." A lone word slipped from the demons lips.
"What?" Lo huffed in disbelief,defeat stricken, gaze stuck on the floor, resting his full weight on Jaxx's claws.
"I want you." Lo raised his head and caught Jaxx's gaze, In place of cold, blank eyes were two human ones, a nice healthy shade of green. Jaxx wrapped an arm around his back, gripping Lo's shoulder and neck gently with a row of blade-like claws, outstretching his long black forked tongue into Lo's mouth. He caved, the thick muscle spreading a foul taste of sulfur over his mouth, the newly formed angel wings fluttered and twitched, relaxing in Jaxx's grip. Jagged teeth scraping his lips, Lo practically gagged on his tongue, an angel doing anything with a demon was already sin enough for banishment to the inferno but this, this was blasphemy in its best form, a member of the light submitting willingly was almost unheard of that was until Lo felt a familiar bulge press against his belly. Jaxx's horse worthy tip rubbing against his navel, leaking more of that sweet seed, the priest was lost in their contemporary throws until an all too familiar sensation swelled in his stomach. The demons cum soaked through his skin, eliciting a warmly sickening euphoria at Lo's very core, instead of putting him at ease, it lit something primal.
Lo's eyes flicked open, the silver iris in his eyes, twisting around each pupil with renewed purpose, a reinvented direction. Meeting eyes with Jaxx, a steely solidarity backed with a glinting light that could give even the 9th ring of hell a run for its money, still clutching a holy weapon in his right hand, Lo stroked the right underside of Jaxx's chin with a pure honest passion while bringing the dagger up one swift motion, burying it square in the foul beasts sternum. Lo flapped his wings, ridding them of any last bits of sinew, twisting and jerking the knife sideways in Jaxx's chest, white flames hissed and spewed forth from the incision, Jaxx choked but otherwise stood motionless like he didn't feel a thing, starring blankly at the angel. Cracks formed similarly to dried mud parched by quick heating from the flame spewing hole, spreading outward and eventually encompassing his whole form. Jaxx took a step forward, slipping back to his human frailty still, close enough to speak in Lo's ear.
"Thanks, this place is a prison for both sides." A slow sizzling ring of embers emanated outward from where the blade had pierced Jaxx's chest, eventually fizzling over every inch of himself, leaving nothing but a still ash statue. Like a memory frozen and forgotten in time, the fireplace abruptly blew out, smoke wafting through the darkness of the room, creating illusionary shadows that, coupled with the expiring embers, left a bittersweet taste in your mouth.
Lo sat still for a moment comprehending and collecting what had happened, until an eventual bright white ray of light shown down from overhead upon the pair. The illumination caught a small glint, a lone tear resting in the far corner of Jaxx's right eye. Lo bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, remorse mixing cruelly with the taste of copper and crimson, putting his hand on Jaxx's cheek catching the tear with his thumbnail. Tear leaving his eye, the ashen statue disintegrated, collapsing into a pile of ash. Lo studied the tear on his thumb, slowly flexing his wings as he did, whatever the demons purpose was, he'd fulfilled it. Looking at the tear for a moment and recalling the experience it had offered, wiping it on his right pectoral, leaving a water mark where the salty fluid smeared over. Lo looked up, the light was obscenely bright, he knelt and launched himself vertically, flapping his new wings flying straight and as hard as he could towards the light until the burning colorless plasma consumed him.