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Mwahaha I have done it again (I will not go into a britneys spears parody for 'oops i did it again' *is tempted*)

anywayz....enjoy....and thats all there really is to say.

oh! and under 18s, this is fun I know but remember to keep it clean and wear a whole body condom for maximum protection (they're fun as heck....not that I've ever worn one....EVER...because I, as in ME, would just never do that....)

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„I see you kept your word..." The beautiful voice rung in Marvel's ears unexpectedly, and in response his tail began to poke out the back of his pants which he only barely contained soon enough to keep it underneath the safety of his cape. He spun to face Nel Bailey, a beautiful sight; hair pulled back in a bushel of hair, pieces hanging down here and there, a pale-purple mask lined with gold to match her dress and skin as pale and perfect as porcelain. Marvel himself was wearing a black tux with a black vest underneath and a black mask and cape. He gave an appreciative grin, feeling the begging need to release his demonic form.

"I always do. You look stunning." His toothy grin widened hungrily.

"Thank you...as do you, although I do believe you could not possibly dress any darker" she laughed, and with the vibrancy of her laugh Marvel's blood vibrated and boiled with desire. "Have you congradulated Miss McCallister?"

"Nel...come see the paintings." Fiana interrupted yet again, meeting Marvel's eyes only for an instant before tugging her daughter in the direction that led furthest away from him. Marvel sighed, his eyes following their figures. He sipped his whiskey glass once, and placed it aside as he started forward to follow them. He knew the house of the McCallister's well enough to know the painting were upstairs, not in the coat-room. Standing by the door he sharpened his hearing, which wasn't a very hard task. His eyes lost their circular black and grew into fully black eyeballs and then he could hear even the faintest sounds; someone was peeing in the bathroom, another someone had dropped a wine glass and many sounds more that didn't interest him in the slightest apart from the rumble of Nel and Fiana's voices.

"--Understand why you are so repelled by him, I think he's rather pleasant." Nel defended him.

"You don't even know him Nel, he could be dangerous." Fiana pleaded desperately.

"Oh mother, you work for him, surely if he were dangerous you would know by now." Nel laughed softly.

"Alright...I do know Nel, I do know. He IS dangerous...and dark and he will pull you into the darkness if you let him." Marvel's fury almost brought out his horns, he would be sure to punish her for this later.

"I have noticed that he isn't in direct alignment with God mother, but isn't one of the missions of those who are in alignment to help those souls that are lost to cross over?" Marvel smiled, and Fiana tried to interrupt, but Nel wouldn't let her. "The fact that he came to speak to me alone is the verification of that very prophecy, he is reaching out to me and I will help him if I must, it will be hard and I most likely will walk through the darkness in the process, but as long as I have light within me the devil that commands him cannot touch me. And you know better than anyone else that I am not easily persuaded. And I feel quite comfortable in the light..."

"You are wrong." Fiana said in defeat, sadness leaking through her voice as she knew she would not be able to stop her daughter from pursuing this goal. Marvel smiled to himself, she was truly a dime; here she was lecturing her mother about how she would guide him...Marvel...to the light and on the other side he was more than desperate to bring her to the dark. It would be war, she would fight, and she was strong, it would be a fascinating fight, an endless, hard, and inevitable fight and he would love every minute of it, knowing fair well that he would win in the end. Darkness always did.

Though the light may place a shadow in a casket by day, the darkness will reign and devour any ray of sun by night. The equally amused voice inside Marvel's head rung with a roar of laughter, citing from the Calignis; the Bible of Darkness.

"God will teach you to have faith in me to last mother." Nel patted her mothers' shoulder, immediately Marvel took this as his cue to remove himself from the door as the conversation was coming to an end. He had heard what he needed to. He moved across the room and searched for Amy McCallister, he had to mark how dedicated she was to this religion of hers, although she was only fifteen, if she were too much in love with God, he knew Lucifer wouldn't have it.

"My congratulations to your fifteenth birthday." He whispered to her and leaned forward in a slight bow. She giggled at him and extended her hand for him to kiss it. Marvel raised his eyebrow for a split second, thinking of how easily he could snap her wrist but instead he took it ever so gently and place a warm kiss on the back of her hand and lingered for a while before he drew back. "And what may I ask do you wish to pursue in your future?"

"Oh I don't know. Finish school, find a job and then a husband and have a family." She giggled, obviously having had this plan for quite some time now. Her father placed an arm around her proudly and tugged her closer to him, holding his wine glass firmly in his other hand.

"That's my girl." He chuckled.

"Mr. McCallister" Marvel nodded his head in greeting. Who waved a hand in his face.

"Oh call me Hugh, we're all on friendly terms here. Especially with my eldest receiving her letter of invitation to the CatholicSchool."

"I believe more congratulations are in order." Marvel smiled at her, seeing her face go red in blush as he did.

"Indeed." Hugh remarked.

"Pray do tell, are you looking forward to it?" Marvel dug deeper, coming to the topic he deeply wished to pursue.

"Of course! I have been dreaming of it ever since mother told me of it. She met daddy there, I am hoping that I will be swiped off my feet there." She sighed happily.

"A charming lady as yourself? Surely you need not travel so far in pursuit of love? I would swear on my life that you have the gentlemen lining up to come greet you!" Marvel laughed and Hugh laughed with him while Amy grew steadily redder with his compliments. Bestow her the command came and he shook his head slightly in a grin. And now you would have me become a paedophile for your lust Marvel stared at the girl, she definitely took after her big-chested mother.

"True. But I do wish to fall upon the same romance as my mother." She giggled again, though her eyes greedily bore into Marvel's with desire. A deep chuckle rumbled through his throat, he saw right through her pathetic claim to be religious and skipped right to her deep desires; she was lusty as hell.

"Then I wish you the best of luck" Marvel bowed, catching the scent that had him distracted; Nel. As if automatically steered, his body moved on its own in her direction, stopping only as he was inches behind her. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply the glory of her pure, innocent, untouched skin.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you were following me." She said, her back still facing him.

"Maybe I am." He agreed, walking to her side to look at her perfect face, with her little slope-shaped nose and green-blue eyes and dark hair.

"You are not ashamed." It wasn't a question.

"I am not ashamed." He confirmed.

"Might I inquire why...you aren't?" She asked turning to him with the same angelic smile on her face, she couldn't be cruel to anyone if her life depended on it.

"I suppose I should be, your enchantment however has made me unable to empathize with shame." The right side of his mouth turned into a smile.

"Which is the enchantment you speak of?" She frowned playfully at him, she wasn't even able to look repressed, so far did her purity reach. A jolt of excitement rippled through Marvel's crotch.

"Your charm, and your elegance, you have many enchantments to bestow upon a man." He poured himself a drink as well.

"I only wish to please God with my enchantments" she smiled to herself, obviously sharing a personal joke.

"Then you have failed, I am enchanted." Marvel laughed lightly.

"You do not like God..." she noted softly.

"I believe in liking things I am familiar with, and I have yet to meet this God everyone brags about." He answered, still gazing at her. They turned their backs to the buffet table and stared into the crowd as people began dancing in the hue of alcohol. Marvel sipped his whiskey as Nel sipped her orange juice.

"How can you hope to meet God when you do not pursue the path that will lead you there?" She asked gently. It wasn't an accusation, she was genuinely interested.

"I also believe that one should not have need to pursue a path to make acquaintance with a greater power." He exhaled a laugh.

"You have many beliefs...which deity are they generated from?"

"From myself and none other." He assured, which was, for the most part, true.

"My you must comprehend a great deal about the world then." She sipped her drink.

"I was sure of it. Until I met you I was quite secure about the world, but it never ceases to surprise me." He laughed, feeling the pressure of having to contain his demon when he wanted to come clawing out and going berserk.

"You voice your opinion quite earnestly. How am I deserving of these compliments?" she laughed with him.

"Surely you should be asking how you are not."

"In complementing me you are complimenting God. Thank you." She was enjoying this game, he saw it in the sparkle in her eyes. Now that the game of; Trick the other into twisting their belief, had begun, Marvel sparked with excitement.

"I don't believe God can take credit for such exquisiteness." The ice cubes in his glass tinkled, announcing his empty glass.

"Yet another belief." She paused. "God loves you still, whether you accept it or not."

"How unfortunate that you cannot force someone to love, then."

"I believe, in your heart you love God as well." Nel smiled at him widely, her high cheekbones lining the flesh on her cheeks with her constant blush. Marvel almost lost control of himself, feeling his member give a stiff nod in her direction.

"A definite possibility." Which it was, if only Marvel's heart had a place in his body. "Excuse me." He bowed slightly to her and she bowed back. With efficient quickness Marvel swept across the floor and headed to the nearest bathroom. Once the door was safely locked, he released and his tail immediately sprang out of the back of his pants, his skin turned a deep, dark red, his horns grew, his eyes turned black and his canine fangs grew out and he exhaled a moan of lust, feeling his hard cock press against his pants.

He ripped off his mask, and opened the buckle to let his stiff member free, placing one hand firmly against the wall above the toilet for support as he began stroking it slightly. Told you it wouldn't be easy The voice inside his head interrupted happily. Maybe not easy but I will have her he breathed heavily, feeling the heat rush through him as he thought of her delicate figure underneath him, stroking him like he was stroking himself.

Now that he was finally in the privacy of his mind and away from the human eye, he could fully release his form and not try to keep the image of her from his mind. He remembered her scent, and his cock gave a jolt of joy at the memory. He remembered every detail; the dark brown hair, her exposed collar bones, her smooth pale skin, the tiny birthmark she had on her back, her perfectly proportioned lips, butt and breasts, every feature, everything about her made him fall into a heat.

He began stroking himself harder and faster, feeling the overwhelming lust boil up inside him as he panted in greed. He would have her if it killed him, he would own her, she would be his, there was no other way. Don't get ahead of yourself. Marvel growled with passion as the voice interrupted his mood, he moaned into the ambient, jerking his hips in motion with his hands as he felt his member grow in his grip, the need grew more and he went faster.

He was hammering down on himself, growling with every exhale and every thrust. He completely lost control of himself, the hand held against the wall curled into a fist as his final exhale came that gave him the release he needed and his cum spilled out over the toilet bowl, steaming as it hit the cooler seat. He propped both hands against the wall and let his head hang between his shoulders, looking at the ground as slowly his breathing grew steady again and his skin turned back to the human colour he composed it into.

"Wow..." he whispered, both audibly and mentally so the other voice could hear. Just make sure you get me the other girl before you lose it completely authority rung in the voice, Marvel chuckled and nodded. "Once I get what I want, you can have anything you want."

He buttoned up his pants, flushed the toilet and headed to the sink to wash his hands and check his appearance, only his eyes were still completely black. He returned his mask to his face and composed his eyes, patting water in his face before he did so. Satisfied with the image, he turned on his heel and whistled as he headed out the door. His eyes scanned the radar of dancers. Laughter was everywhere, alcohol had definitely taken its turn about the room. There. She stood on one side far away from him, not for long. He began walking towards her, his eyes firmly fixed on hers.

By the time he reached halfway her eyes met his and the electricity burning between those gazes was incredibly intense, so intense that his shaft gave a small jolt of aftershock. Once he got close enough her scent hit his nostrils like a loaded cannon. He thought he remembered it well, but the real thing was so much better than the imagination of it.

"Dance?" He asked simply, extending his hand to her, other words didn't come. He was completely aware that he would be touching her for the first time with no idea what would happen to him if he did. She smiled at him for a few seconds before finally taking hold of his hand. His entire world crashed headfirst into the ground. His vision blurred, black spots, he didn't dare breathe. Finally he caught himself, exhaling sharply and gulping down the unbearable need to rip her beautiful but annoying dress to shreds and take her right there.

"Are you well?" she asked, concerned.

"Perfectly, just baffled by your smile." He chuckled, leading her to the floor, holding her hand as if it were his most prized possession.

"You like playing Casanova do you not?" she laughed as he pulled her around into his embrace. As she took hold of him he shivered once violently and then forced himself to behave.

"I don't usually. I just am. You are simply not aware of the effect you have on people." He smiled at her as they began swaying about the room.

"I only work as a soldier of God...to help people." She countered.

"He doesn't think so..." Marvel began nodding is head at gentlemen on the sidelines. "Nor he...he, and he. You are blind to the world but the world is not blind to you"

"Surely they only appreciate me for my advice." She tried to understand, this Marvel laughed at heartily.

"You think too kindly of people. Men especially have one primary orientation towards women." He added, and she stared at him as if he'd told her Santa Claus didn't exist. As she didn't respond, Marvel took the opportunity upon himself. "Will you accompany me to lunch tomorrow?"

This made her expression change. She still stared at him, but this time she was in trance, obviously considering the pro's and con's of her decision. Slowly her face grew into a sly smile that made Marvel grin, she had thought of some bargain, he noted. This would be interesting.

"Tomorrow is Sunday?" she asked finally, breaking the silence. Marvel nodded, still smiling at her with uncertainty. "Alright..." pause, "...I will accompany you to lunch if you attend Church."

Bam! She knew how to bargain. The one thing that could make him feel the bile rise into his mouth, she'd found it. He kept his smile even though his insides were writhing in disgust at even just the thought of stepping foot into such a place. He took some time to think thoroughly if this puny human was worth the trouble, she was just a human, he could kidnap and rape her as easily as he could any other, he could force her to bend to his will, but then he would have to kill her, he'd spent centuries wishing to meet a Vendangeli and now he finally did, was he willing to let her go? His nose flared as he took in her scent; the answer was: No. He couldn't make himself let her die, he wanted her to be his, to smell the sweetness of her skin everyday for the rest of eternity, to have her serve him, to have her, all of her, whenever and wherever he wanted.

"Agreed." He nodded, swallowing the bile as the image of a church came to his mind.

"And you must pray..." she assured, just to make sure the terms were completely clear and he could not trick himself out of it. "...to God."

"Agreed." He swallowed, still smiling at her, hearing the voice inside his head curl into a ball of howling laughter. Oh this I have to see, you...pray to God! Marvel smiled, feeling the laughter roll through him as well.

"You seem amused?" she asked, disrupting his laughter.

"I am just imagining the vision of myself praying." He chuckled.

"Is it that hard to imagine?"

"Unbelievably." He spun her as the dance required of him.

"I think you will enjoy it." She smiled at him, his resolve almost broke, he could feel the tip of his tail poking out and quickly pulled it back in. The rest of the evening past in a breeze, after they'd finished dancing, they went to get a drink and then Marvel was called away by Hugh McCalister to hear him brag about his daughter some more. She joined them to add her giggles and talks about how love was awaiting her. Marvel flirted with her lightly, she was easily seduced, a sinner at heart.

By the time everyone cleared out, the ballroom was swaying with drunken men and women alike, men grabbing women to take to their beds as if they'd bought them in an auction house, women clinging to men for support and just for the sake of clinging. Marvel remained one of the only men to go home without a companion, although he was quite certain who he would be spending the next evening with; Miss McCalister, his new subject. Ah yes, the pleasure of work, he thought as he waltzed off home.

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hope you enjoyed it....if you didnt feel free to critically comment in the section bellow, I take criticism pretty well, whether mean or nawt....so go for it if you darez. Please dare, I dont bite or anything, I just nibble.