Immortalis, Segment #1
Commission for Bolshevictor
In the mighty clouds of heaven, in the grounds of the majestic and expansive Divine Pavilion, a lone figure made his way across the magically carved grass, pasted ornate fences and chuckling laughter, amongst angels talking to one-another. All around him was a fostering sense of ease and security, of love and kindness and warmth...but all that stemmed from his aching heart was a bitter anxiety.
He made his way across the grounds to the far end, where a tall and imposing figure, at least 9 foot tall or so, stood looking out across the clouds beyond. As the figure approached, he dropped to one knee, his angelic wings curling up neatly across his face, his crocodilian head bowed in respect.
"Archangel Avariel, I have arrived."
The figure slowly turned, his face warm and inviting but his eyes cold and calculating. He pierced the crocodile man with golden eyes and a burning gaze, penetrating into his soul. Once he registered the sight of his respectful bow, his eyes softened and he sighed. The tension in the air suddenly lifted and even the crocodile seemed to relax a little.
"Raziel. I'm sorry for looking so stern and calling you here so fervently. Things are...a little tense right now. Our mighty lord has a complication that we need to investigate."
"I understand, Avariel..." The crocodile began. "But...forgive me for perhaps speaking out of turn, but why did you request me specifically?"
"You are dutiful at your job," The archangel replied, stepping forwards and descending down the small slope of steps that, in essence, had already made them look quite imposing, height notwithstanding. "And you take responsibility. You have proven you worth, Raziel-- I merely want to give you the chance to truly shine."
Avariel slipped down onto a seat on the edge of the steps, draped in a flowing white gown, covering all the necessary parts of his body and leaving the pristine white fur of his chest exposed on one side, the other covered by a fashionable drape of silk. He looked down at the crocodile with his warm smile, his canine muzzle curling into something akin to a fond smile, and the crocodile felt the embarrassment of being so passionately complimented rushing to his cheeks.
"Still-- the nature of this assignment..." Raziel had already known exactly what it was he was meant to do in advance-- in fact, the majority of the heavens knew of the violent, horrible deed that had taken place and the measures that were being taken to deal with it. Even Raziel, a fairly low rank angel, was familiar with it. His gaze flickered left and right, the anxiety brewing more and more despite the relaxed tone he felt wafting through the air.
"It is unfortunate..." The archangel replied, his tone sad. "But if we do not investigate this, then we will never know how what happened came to pass. Do you think yourself unable to perform the task at hand?"
"I...It is not that, Avariel," He replied defensively, muscles tensing. "But...to punish someone so fervently, a mortal..."
"They are mortal no longer, Raziel. Not after what they did," Avariel assured him. "Ease your aching heart, child. We are all here to support you."
"Y...Yes, archangel." The crocodile bowed his head and fell into a quiet silence. After a moment or two, he felt the warmth of Avariel's hand atop his head, the strange comfort seeping into his scales and spreading throughout his body in a wave. In an instant, the inner details of his task crept into his mind, gifted by Avariel himself, and he knew immediately what to do.
All he feared was whether he had the resolve to see it through.
x x x
Castle Faraday was always eerily quiet at the crack of dawn, but there was typically no-one nearby to catch a glimpse of it's dark silhouette covering the light of the sun so early in the morning. No-one but the master of the house.
Cassandar Romaeus Faraday Perditum, known to many as just Cass Faraday, was a man of enormous wealth and stature, whose reputation extended far beyond the eerie castle grounds of his home. His company, the Faraday Institute, handled pharmaceuticals all across the globe, the franchise amounting to several billion dollars. To some, he was the richest man on the planet. To others, he was a demon.
They'd be half right.
"Master Faraday, a Michael Longheart is here to see you." A quiet, frail lizard called from the other side of the large bedroom. Cass stood on the balcony overlooking the finely kept ground of his house and slowly turned, clad in only his dressing gown, revealing his tawny brown fur and the flecks of white dots that peppered along his hips and around his cheeks. He cleared his throat and adjusted himself, smoothing back the fur atop his rabbit head and lightly touching the tips of two short, stubby horns that sat just above his eyebrows on either side of his head. He grazed his finger across the tip and was satisfied to find they were still rounded. That was good.
He stepped across the room, not even bothering to dress as he left the room and made his way down the hallway, the plush carpet sinking against his feet as he made his way to the lobby. Standing on the overhang that looked down to the lower floor foyer, he took in the sight of a young man standing by the door, the figure idly scratching at his neck and tugging at the tight collar of his shirt. The way the man's canine tail tucked between his leg and his perky ears drooped made it clear that he was rather nervous. With a sigh, the rabbit cleared his throat.
"Mr. Longheart. I wasn't expecting you until the afternoon," The rabbit began, moving towards the side and making his way down the steps. "To what do I owe such an early morning pleasure?"
The canine looked up him and down and the embarrassment was clear on the man's face. He cleared his throat and reached down to a belt around his hip, where the spatial magic in a metal ring around one of his belt loops shone. From it, a set of papers materialised in his hand and he quickly adjusted them, clearing his throat as he attempting to find the words to speak.
"I-I thought it best I come sooner rather than later," He began with a stutter, intimidating by the short rabbit before him. "Here's the police report, sir."
Cass held out his hand and the report wafted through the air towards him, driven by his own magic. The man didn't seem all too put off by this, and why should he? They lived in a world where science and magic were one and the same, where the two lived in harmony to create a sort-of utopia of intellectual prowess and incredible technology: the Faraday Institute was no exception to this collaborative venture. Cass glanced over the papers and flicked through them quickly, groaning under his breath.
"Sexual harassment, misconduct, assault and battery, grievous bodily harm...fucking hell, what a mess," Cass reached up to pinch the bridge of his short lapine snout. "Tell me, Mr. Longheart-- what's the expected bail?"
"About 2 million, sir," The canine dipped his head, knowing that it was no small number-- at least, for him it wasn't. "They put it so high because of his status, sir."
"Of course they did. I'll pay the bail, just charge it to my account. Send him here when he gets out so I can beat some sense into him." He handed the papers back as effortlessly as he'd taken them, and the canine bowed. The man didn't say a word after that and swiftly left, and for good reason: when Cass was irritated, his magic shone through, and it was evidently clear how pissed he was beneath the surface.
"...Tea, Master?" The frail butler stood to the side and casually asked him an off-handed question. Surprisingly, it was enough to calm the rabbit down, who sighed and closed his eyes.
"Please. I'll be in the study." He muttered back in response, and in the blink of an eye, he vanished.
He reappeared within the confines of his study, bookshelves as high as the ceiling and the mahogany desk to his left covered in papers and pens from days upon days of busywork for his business. Most of the time now he was fairly hands-off and let his board of directors handle things, but he still had to sign a thing or two, here and there.
Cass groaned and turned towards the window, looking back out over the garden. It was beginning to get a little exhausting, especially when it came to his nephew, though it was still shocking to consider him as such, considering the plentiful years in age difference. That was no small exaggeration: Cass had lived almost 1000 years.
Immortality was a thing that was still a mystery to even the top scientists, but Cass was one of the few who had that power within his grasp. Even with such knowledge, even with the power to live forever, Cass had no intention of spreading that information to the public eye, for the lengths he went to acquire that gift were not something that everyone could have, and he had paid a heavy price for his greed.
It was roughly a millennia ago, in his mid 20s, when Cass had encountered a man out of time and space. The way he had spoke, the way he had moved, the way he had mentioned anything as if it were insignificant and in the past all told Cass, at the time, that he was part of something greater, that this man was a planet, and that he as a budding, young student was just a speck. Yet, this man needed him, and his deal was simple: live forever, in exchange for his meal ticket after death.
Cass had never believed in anything after death, at least at that point when he was naive to the world and its machinations. The idea of an afterlife had been a hot topic for magicians for centuries, even in the present day, but Cass had never cared for it. It was only when it became explained to him that he came to a selfish and honestly greedy revelation: if he could live forever, then losing out on whatever afterlife he might have didn't matter, did it? Just like that, he'd signed his life over-- one could argue his soul was lost, though he could still feel the tickle of emotion and the beating of his own heart.
The one mark on his body he had to show for his horrid deal was the horns that now sat atop his head. For the longest time, they had just been that: a cosmetic feature that, for the most part, make him look fairly normal and almost demonic, though he passed it off as a late blooming trait, insisting to those that didn't know him that he was a Jackalope. Over time, he came to realise that his horns were more than a mark of his deal, but a sign of his morality, a peculiar way for the world to balance his immortality.
Whenever he did what the world considered a 'bad deed', they grew. Whenever he did a 'good deed', they shortened significantly. It hadn't taken him long to find a balance of growth that kept them at a manageable length, just above little nubs, by routinely alternating between 2 bad deeds to one good one. Though, there were always curveballs to his routine-- his nephew being a fine example. Even now, he could feel the tingling sensation of pain around his horns that was a tell-tale sign they were growing. He cursed his luck.
Cass spent the better half of the morning wading through paperwork whilst waiting for his nephew to arrive, though he had taken a few minutes to adjourn to his bedroom to change into something more suitable: a tight-fitting white shirt and sweater vest, accompanied by a set of formal trousers. It wasn't until 4pm that his butler, the old and frail lizard who Cass had been fond of and who had served him for many years, came to inform him that his nephew, Cicero, was home. With that, the rabbit heaved himself up and stepped across the room, following the lizard out.
"You're looking tired, Andile. Why don't you take a rest? I'm sure the others can handle it from here." Cass suggested, his tone quiet and measured, soft and gentle. Andile had been by his side for over 80 years, since the lizard was just a kid-- it was hard for the rabbit not to feel some degree of care for him. Cass tried his best not to get attached most of the time, yet these things happen. The Lizard chuckled dryly, glancing out the corner of his eye. In those rare moments, there was no master to servant relationship, but just a pair of old friends.
"Me, rest? You sure you don't need a lie down yourself, old man?" Andile quietly cackled, briefly covering his mouth to stifle a couch. Cass couldn't help but smirk, but his eyes glistened with pity. He was fairly certain that Andile only had a couple of years left in him. Cass had plans to make sure he had everything he needed in his final moments. Even at the thought of the plans, he felt the tickling sensation in his cranium fade and fizzle. Just the mere act of his compassion was enough to be a 'good deed'. He would never get used to that.
They stepped out onto the overhang that once again looked down into the lower part of the foyer. Cass always stood there when he came to greet guests, for the psychological angle of being above the person below him made him seem more intimidating and more untouchable. His nephew, however, knew better: their eyes met the minute that Cass came into view. The immortal rabbit could sense Cicero's resentment.
Cicero came into Cass's family by pure chance. To say that he was his nephew was a well orchestrated lie that Cass had pieced together before he was even born. Cass had enjoyed a little fling with a rabbit similar to his own species some 20 years ago. Though he hadn't felt much for her in the way of love, he had been fond of her mannerisms and she had been enjoyably company for a good year or more. Things took a turn for the surprising when she became pregnant, and Cass saw an opportunity to have what he'd never considered before: a child.
Cicero was, in fact, Cass's son, but the immortal rabbit would never share that detail with anyone. The only other person to know what Andile, and his silence on the matter was absolute, and he could be trusted. Cicero's mother regretfully died when giving birth to him, a tragedy that had been unavoidable and made Cass even further consider the notion of removing his horns and giving up his immortality once and for all. Cicero was just another stepping stone to that-- in fact, he was the heir. His magic was promising, even if his personality wasn't. Cass hoped to mould him into the perfect man to take the mantle of immortality before it was too late.
"Uncle." Cicero greeted him in the most courteous way he could manage admist the teenage angst that he should have shrugged off well over a year ago. He brushed back his floppy black ears and smoothed a hand around the back of his neck. His clothes were a mess: the loose gray shirt he had clung over his front was stained with what could only be assumed to be a mixture of cocktails and cigarette ash, his skinny jeans peppered with flecks of grass and speckles of dirt. The button of his shirt was parted to expose the white fur that stretched down his chest and stomach and up towards his face, where it encapsulated the majority of his muzzle. The rest of his features, however, were steeped in a rich array of midnight black fur, with piercing golden eyes. To many, he was beautiful-- but only externally.
"Cicero," Cass began with a sigh, brushing one large ear from his shoulder as he leant forwards to place his hands on the overhang's railing. "Would you mind telling me exactly how you managed to get yourself arrested?"
"I ain't gotta explain shit to you." The rabbit sourly replied, and the two were met with a tense, terse silent. Cass hummed quietly for a moment, his expression shifting into something akin to a lidded gaze, thought his lips were stretched into a grimace, as if he were indifferent or irritated.
"Get yourself cleaned up, then meet me in the study." Was all Cass said before he turned and walked away, leaving Cicero to stand in the lobby, with nothing but the uncomfortable silence for company. Cass adjourned to his usual place of work and business and stood staring out of the window.
It wasn't for another hour that Cicero finally knocked on the door, as polite as ever despite his angered face and clenched jaw. Cass called him in without a hint of emotion in his tone and Cicero stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He had changed from his dirty clothes into relatively similar ones, sporting slightly looser jeans and another off-colour shirt that hung loosely around his average frame, his collar dishevelled and the sleeves rolled up. He dressed like a middle-aged teacher who was still trying to be hip, but his handsome features made him see mysterious and inviting. Slowly, he approached.
"Unc--" Before he could even get a word out, Cass lashed his hand forwards and struck the rabbit across the face, backhanding him as effortlessly as he might write his own name. The rabbit flinched, his head tilted to the side in an effort to cushion the blow, but he didn't stagger. He showed resolve and resilience and a clear familiarity with being hit. Another silence feel between them, the two of them facing one-another, their heights identical despite their age difference-- though Cicero had no idea of his uncles true age.
Cass reached out again, but this time not to cause harm. Instead, he cupped his nephew's chin and angled it back towards him, forcing the rabbit to face him, though Cicero couldn't meet his gaze. Cass could see the anger in his eyes, the resentment. All the effort that Cass could put in wouldn't shake that out of him, but at least he could push it down somewhat.
"What should be the first words to come from your lips, to the man who paid your bail and got you home safe?" Cass muttered darkly, the annoyance brimming in his eyes, mixed with a cocktail of sexual arousal. Cass had lived long enough to care a little too much about the important of a family, especially when it came to his own direct blood relatives. The way his fingers grazed Cicero's white fur and the way he stepped a little closer was indicative of his sexual behaviour, and the way that Cicero didn't reject the advance made it clear that it was a regular occurrence.
"T...Thank you, Uncle." Cicero muttered quietly, unable to look his relative in the eyes. Cass sighed quietly under his breath and moved a little closer, bringing his head forwards. His lips met with his nephew's own and the two exchanged something of a kiss. Cass closed his eyes and relished it, breathed in the clean scent of his nephew, but Cicero's open-eyed stare and uncomfortable expression made it expressly clear to anyone who might have seen their interaction how one-sided this intimacy really was.
Cass's mouth licked and kissed, his tongue gently pressed against the other rabbit's own in an effort to gain access, but he didn't force it when the nephew rejected him. Instead, he dipped his head to the side and roamed his lips across Cicero's neck, hands sliding down his body and grasping at the waistband of his jeans, with one of them moving up to slide under the rabbit's shirt and touch his fuzzy fur, still every so slightly damp from a recent shower.
"Uncle, please..." Cicero's awkward expression told the whole story, but Cass ignored it, for reasons unknown. Part of him saw that tender fling in Cicero's eyes, whilst the other part of him was near-obsessed with the idea of a close bond with his nephew that it had, perhaps, warped into a peculiar sexual fascination. In truth, back when he wasn't immortal, incestuous activities were quite common. Perhaps he was just a little set in his ways.
Regardless, his hands moved still. He dragged his hand across the waistband of those jeans until they touched with the button that held them up, and he popped it effortlessly with a single hand, using a little bit of magic to make it easier. His hand sunk deeper into the warmth of his nephew's crotch, digging in underneath his underwear until his fingers met with the humanoid length of his relative's member. Cicero's gentle shuddering and quiet, low groan made it clear that whilst he was uncomfortable with his uncle molesting him, even at the mature age of 20, there was some part of him that enjoyed it. Most of his awkwardness on the subject stemmed entirely from a fairly rigid moral compass that, for the most part, skewed any which way it pleased.
"Now...why don't you explain to me the events of your arrest, rather than talking back to me?" Cass suggested, slowly lowering himself as his mouth trailed down and he slipped onto his knees. Cicero gulped, his mouth dry as his uncle slowly, seductively tugged at his jeans, letting them fall around Cicero's waist. He dragged the underwear down soon after to expose the average sized cock to the air, the half-hard member quickly stiffening now that it was exposed.
"I-I, uh...it's complicated." Cicero felt strange. He was an angry, resentful men, but when it came to the sexual intimacy that his uncle often forced upon him, he felt like putty in his hands. No-one was able to make him so submissive, not like Cass. He couldn't fathom it, in all the years he'd known it.
"Then simplify it." Cass replied rather nonchalantly, dipping his head and dragging his mouth along the side of the member, holding the base between his curled fingers and feeling it pulse and throb under his touch. Cicero visibly trembled and his teenage angst melted away, replaced by a deep, lustful need. He could already feel the colour rising to his cheeks.
"Well..." He began anxiously, tensing as his uncle traced his lips back up, until his mouth sat mere inches away from the head of his pulsing cock. "I got caught with a girl in public...uh, by her boyfriend. And we got into a fight."
"I see," Cass looked disapproving, opening his mouth and dragging his tongue along the head of the member, causing it to violently twitch. "And how did you attack him?"
"He wasn't a magic user, so he just got into a fistfight with me...tried to punch me, so I punched back," Cicero explained. "It felt unfair to--"
The rabbit halted his words and sucked in a terse breath when he felt the fingers clench around his member, causing him to shudder and grit his teeth in discomfort. Cass looked anything but pleased with his answers, and that showed in the rigidity of his clenching fingers.
"I taught you better, Cicero. You can use magic, a luxury that only 10% of the population possess. Furthermore, you are incredibly gifted-- you should always be aware of the fact that you're superior, and take advantage of it," Cass sternly explained with an air of cold indifference. "Tell me why."
"B...Because..." Cicero looked defeated and frustrated, annoyed that he had to explain a belief that he felt unfair, that had been rigidly cemented into him since he was young. "Because a man who goes into a fist fight against a magic user should be prepared to lose."
"Precisely." Cass seemed pleased again, and his grip loosened. As if he were rewarding Cicero for giving him the right answers, the rabbit suddenly bowed his head, dragging the warmth of his tongue along the underside of his nephew's cock, until he'd taken the entire thing into his mouth. By now, Cicero was fully hard and aching, all 6 inches of his cock throbbing within his uncle's mouth. Cass continued to bob for a few more moments before he pulled back, licking his lips briefly, his tongue riddled with the sticky trail of pre-cum that he quickly gulped down.
"As for the woman in question...it is of no consequence who you lay with, though it is regrettable you were caught. Be more mindful in the future. Your reputation is my reputation...you are lucky that I was able to keep the media from making a story of it." Cass remarked, dipping his head and kissing the base of his nephew's cock, a hand raising up to cup and juggle his balls between his fingers.
"Y...Yes, uncle." Cicero breathlessly replied, his words laced with arousal, his eyes lidded over. Cass was teasing him, he knew that-- and yet, he was powerless to resist.
Cass stared up at his nephew for a moment or so, before he seemed satisfied that he'd taught him a lesson. He dragged his lips back up and pushed the cock into his mouth again, but this time he didn't tease or toy with the 20 year old-- he bobbed and suckled as fervently as one might do with their own lover, and Cicero loved every second of it. The younger rabbit groaned and curled his fingers against the lip of the hard mahogany desk, gritting his teeth. His chest heaved and his stomach tucked in as his body violently quivered. Cass was too good at this. Cicero could never last long in his presence.
With a shuddering sigh and a restrained moan of pleasure, Cicero rolled his hips forwards slightly as his cock violently throbbed and pulsed, a clear sign of his impending orgasm. Cass, however, didn't relent: he continued to bob and slurp, his tongue curling and coiling. Perhaps he applied a little bit of magic into the mix, but Cicero wasn't to know-- it was something subtle, a tingle that stimulated the muscles of his nephew's cock to make him feel good. It was those little things that made their sex so achingly irresistible to the relatively young and impressionable rabbit, who was quickly beginning to squirm under his uncle's assault.
It all eventually became too much. The younger rabbit began to gasp and huff, his cheeks flushed and his breathing heavy. He sucked in a breath and let out a final groan as his member twitched powerfully in his uncle's mouth. He climaxed, thick spurts of seed shooting along the roof of Cass's mouth and down towards the back of his throat, where Cass gulped them down, rolling his tongue around to catch every drop of cum from his nephew's eager cock. String after string shot into Cass's mouth, Cicero's balls churning, tucking up against his taint. As quickly as his orgasm had arrived, it began to fade, leaving Cicero with nothing but a dull feeling of pleasure and the cold, creeping sensation of having been used and violated.
Cass slowly pulled back, admiring his nephew's spit-soaked cock, before he rose to his feet. The arousal in his loins was as clear as day, but he didn't seem to force his arousal onto Cicero. He strangely retreated, turning away from the rabbit as Cicero tugged his pants back up, not daring to say a word. He'd already learnt the harsh lesson of talking back to his uncle.
"You're a man, Cicero. You're 20 years old," Cass suddenly said, casting a glance back towards the rabbit. "Don't you think it's about time you started acting like one?"
"You're not my dad. You don't get to dictate my life." Cicero couldn't hold his tongue, as much as he wanted to. Cass slowly turned towards him again and Cicero could see the anger in his eyes. It made him falter, if only briefly, before he decided to hold his ground. He acted like a rebellious teenager, and he wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do.
"I raised you from a baby. I may be your uncle, but for all intents and purposes, I am your father," A well-dressed lie once again, but one that Cass wasn't about to let slip. "Whether you show me respect or not is irrelevant. Have respect for yourself."
Cicero hadn't expected that comeback, and he quietly stood on the spot, seething, fists clenched. He didn't know what to say. After a moment, he could think of nothing else to do but to turn and stride out the room, slamming the study door behind him. Cass sighed through his nose and once against pinched the bridge of his snout.
No matter what he tried, it was never enough.
x x x
He'd found it, though it wasn't exactly difficult to find the man who had let a demon into heaven.
Raziel might have overlooked him, were it not for the obvious horns atop his head that he didn't even bother to conceal. The crocodile stared down at the magazine in his hand in which the rabbit's serious face was emblazoned on the cover. 'The Doctor of the World', the headline read, with an article that boiled down to the journalist and paper as a whole gushing over a single man and fuelling his ego.
Raziel stood in the middle of a busy street by the newspaper stand, and thankfully he didn't stick out like a sore thumb. Reptiles were not an uncommon species, and being able to hide his wings made him seem like a relatively ordinary person. The group of angels who had helped him with the mission preparation had given him suitable clothes for his size-- a pair of baggy jeans and a sleeveless hoodie that gave him a particular rustic, urban look. He was already missing his golden halo and shining armour.
Though he was certain this was the man he was looking for, Raziel could detect traces of magic on the man's face, even though it were just a picture. Magic was a gift, but not one of heaven's doing-- it was a twisted and gnarled root that grew from the depths of hell itself, but their almighty deity above considered it a test of will for the mortals on Earth. He seemed satisfied with their progress so far, but the magic they possessed was lacking in purity. Raziel's divine magic could easily pierce of the veil of whatever warped powers the rabbit had cast on himself. He saw now that the man's visage was sculpted through magic, his face altered. He wondered if he'd even found the right man and began to doubt himself. He had been given a name, but the one on the cover didn't match. Who was Harold Faraday?
Then, in an instant, it clicked. Raziel had immortality himself, being an angel, but didn't understand the connotations of it on Earth at first. It was only now that he was beginning to realise that this man, likely the only one of his 'kind', had to hide his immortality. If he is such an important figure, then it stands to reason that he would need to change his appearance and become a different person to avoid suspicion of living for too long. His craftsmanship of magic was sublime, that much Raziel was willing to be impressed by, but the traces of magic on his face couldn't be erased completely, not for an angel. There was no doubt in his mind now that this was the man he was looking for.
A little snooping, conversation and use of magic had taken Raziel to the right place, though he had made some unfortunate stops along the way. His journey had initially taken him to downtown, where he accosted by any numbers of escorts, both female and male alike. Raziel had made a vow of chastity ever since he'd acquired his wings and joined the ranks of the Heavenly Pavilion, so he rejected the idea of partaking in sensual pleasures-- such things were simply not for him. Eventually, however, he learnt of the Faraday estate, situated in the countryside a good couple of miles outside of the city. Raziel used his magic to jump most of the distance-- after all, magic was not an unfamiliar sight.
The grounds were quiet, and it was the middle of the afternoon when the crocodile arrived. A quick reconnaissance of the perimeter told Raziel all he needed to know: the master of the house was powerful, strong enough with his master to create what the angels above call a 'Scrying Barrier': it is, effectively, a forcefield in which the caster is able to detect anything within it. Those with immeasurable control can even detect an ant scurrying along the ground, though its wider purpose is for surveillance of an area, especially one well protected. It requires a good amount of control to keep it up for extended periods-- Raziel knew he had no way to dismantle it, so he would just have to enter it. He had a feeling that, even if he could take down the Scrying Barrier, he would still inevitably be detected.
Knowing that there was no way around it, Raziel decided that the best measure was the front door. He moved, slowly and methodically, across the path until his body touched with the barrier. He didn't hesitate and passed through, striding down the ornately kept path towards the pair of large, imposing front door, flowers swaying in the wind and tree branches hanging overhead. Some might have called it majestic, but all Raziel could see were artificially grown plants, spurred by magic. Fake, much like the man he sought to punish.
When he reached the front door, he didn't bother to knock. With a simple snap of his fingers, the doors caved inwards, revealing the lobby beyond.
x x x
Cass was in his study when he felt the tingle of his barrier reacting to an intruder.
Cicero had long since gone to his room, but Cass knew he hadn't left the house-- he was likely sulking after their little argument. Cass was sure he would be around later for dinner, but he had more pressing matters. The man who had entered his barrier wasn't authorised.
The defence mechanism he had sent up to keep his property safe had been magically 'programmed' and constantly received upkeep from him, every second of the day. He had kept it up for so long that it had become second nature, and he needed only to tweak it slightly here and there. For the most part, those that stepped through the barrier were relayed to him immediately, though it wasn't like a command console; rather, it was a feeling. For the most part, these feelings were familiar to him: Cicero, for example, was always a specific tingle on his body that he'd grown accustomed to identifying his nephew as. New people, however, felt strange and foreign. This intruder was one such individual.
To say that Cass was a little paranoid was a bit of an understatement, but at least he didn't show it. However, someone new coming to his home, someone unknown, was enough to make him wary. He rose from his seat and adjusted his clothing, straightening out his shirt, before stepping out of his study and briskly making his way down the hall, just in time to hear the doors cave in and careen forwards into the lobby, where they unceremoniously landed just in front of the staircase leading to the upper floor.
Cass swiftly rounded the corner to greet his guest from the floor above, and he surprised to find a large, 7 foot tall crocodile staring at him from the bottom, fists clenched. He was dressed in clothes that, whilst they might fit him, didn't reflect his stature at all. He stood like a soldier: arms rigid and back straight, with a determined look in his eyes-- quite the contrast to his baggy, lazy clothes, his sleeveless hoodie.
Much like before between Cass and his nephew, a quiet and tension-filled silence fell between the two strangers. Cass was locked in position as his mind churned for the reason for this reptile's appearance and what he wanted.
"...Would you mind introducing yourself?" Cass began, knowing that he'd have to either stall for time or attack-- and he wasn't the type to mindlessly fling spells at an intruder. Should he determine the nature of the crocodile's visit, however, then he won't hesitate.
"Are you Cassandar Romaeus Faraday Perditum?" The man asked bluntly, and the rabbit's eyes widened. No-one, in this day and age-- not even his cousin-- should know that name.
Cass immediately reacted, but so did the crocodile. A blast of light shone from the reptile's hand and shot forwards, almost as fast as a bullet. Cass barely had time to dip his head to the side and apply an augment to his body, using his spell power to bolster his physical prowess. With heightened reflexes and speed, he could fight at full strength-- yet he knew, somehow, that he was going to have trouble. That blinding light could only mean one thing: divine magic.
He didn't hesitate, and quickly chanted a mantra to himself, muttering fast and low. With a flick of his wrist and a brief, yet powerful sparkle in his eyes, the floor beneath the crocodile's feet shone and glowed. That glow spread out across the entire bottom floor lobby. Normal people would have jumped or move, yet the crocodile appeared frozen in place, staring down at the floor, mouth agape in surprise.
"Et Inferior Angelus." Cass spoke clearly in Latin and raised his hand upwards, and the glowing light on the floor responded. It projected upwards towards the ceiling, bathing the lobby in an angelic glow that was almost blinding to look at. The crocodile staggered for a moment, as if overcome with a sense of nausea of pain. He shifted on his feet, left and right in an effort to stay upright, before his knees gave way. He crumpled to the floor, landing on his front with his hands down by his side. He was unconscious.
Cass breathed a quiet sigh as he leant forwards, placing his hands upon the railing to steady himself. His hands felt jittery and his body tickled with power. It had been a long time since he'd used so much magic. It was almost addicting, to the point where he wanted to feel that delicious trickle of power again.
As he began to move, he heard a crash and a bang from the eastern wing, and he turned his head to see Cicero burst into the lobby from the hallway that typically lead to his bedroom. He was clad in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, so Cass guessed he was taking a nap of some description. His eyes bulged at the sight of demolished front doors and the crocodile that lay unconscious on the cold tiles.
"U...Uncle?! What happened?" The rabbit exclaimed, his eyes wide and alert, his body trembling. The sounds must have spooked him, or so Cass could guess. The older rabbit merely sighed and straightened himself.
"Just stop gawking, Cicero and help me move him."
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Raziel awoke some time later to the sound of arguing.
At first, it was hard to make out the words: they were muffled and groggy to his ears-- or rather, his ear holes-- and he couldn't make sense of what was being said. His senses slowly began to return to him and he shifted uncomfortably in the seat, feeling pressure on his ankles and wrists. He quickly guessed that he was bound, and the memories of what had happened before quickly came flooding back. He mulled over them as he lifted his head ever so slightly, attempting to focus his hearing to what was going on.
He wasn't blindfolded, but his vision was blurry. It rapidly began to strengthen and sharpen, and he soon realised where he was: in a remarkably spacious, yet cold and damp cellar. He was stepped to a small wooden chair and a series of kegs and well placed bottles in a rack sat to his left hand side, covering the majority of the wall. Adjacent to them was a table with various tools, though he couldn't identify them. A set of stairs sat to his right leading to rooms above, and a door sat perpendicular to those, slightly ajar. It was from there that he heard people talking.
"...the hell, uncle? Why didn't you tell me you were some immortal fucking being? Don't you think that's a big thing to overlook?"
"It's not of any importance, Cicero. There is a reason the sorcerer's guild cannot know."
"Oh, what, you kill a god or something? I wouldn't put it past you."
"Remember who you're speaking to, boy. Now is not the time to act like a petty teenager."
"I've been lied to my entire life! I think I have a right to be angry."
"The only right you have access to right now is the right to shut up. There are more pressing matters at hand-- namely, the intruder sitting in the neighbouring room who has just woken up."
Raziel stiffened, and quickly realised that the Scrying Barrier was still in effect. He would have been impressed with the rabbit's magical prowess, if he weren't quietly scolding himself for getting into this position in the first place. He should have known better. He thought he could take him, and he was wrong-- now he was paying the price for it.
After a few moments of quiet silence, the crocodile's kidnappers revealed themselves, appeared from the doorway and moving deeper into the room. It was then that the reptile got a good look at the man before him: Cassandar Perditum. He could spot the horns from a mile away, but the figure next to him was someone unfamiliar. Considering their species, he guessed he was a relative. Judging by their conversation, he could only guess that the traitorous mortal kept his secrets close. Cass was dressed quite formally, and Cicero had managed to put on a dressing gown before making his appearance.
"So good of you to wake up." Cass remarked quietly, leaning forwards and reaching out with his hand to cup it under the crocodile's chin. "You don't seem to have suffered any brain damage, at least. I didn't think I've ever have to use that sigil...it's been sitting there for over 900 years, would you believe?"
The rabbit behind him spluttered, but Cass ignored him. Raziel found their relationship to be confusing and strained, but it wasn't as if he cared. Well, he did in a way-- angels loved mortals, though he bared no love for the traitor before him. He did, however, pity the golden-eyed rabbit who stood behind Cass, who looked severely uncomfortable with the situation.
"Are those horns for show, or are you the real deal? Because you sure do act like a monster." The crocodile muttered in response to the rabbit's smug little quip. Cass visibly stiffened and slowly straightened himself up. His hand lashed out and stuck the crocodile across the face, making Raziel briefly wince. His scales stung. He actually felt pain, for the first time in his life. His angelic blessing should have protected him, even in that moment. Yet, as he looked inside himself, the core of his magic felt trapped and withered. The rabbit had done something to him.
"You might be wondering why you can't use any magic," Cass spoke as if he'd read his mind. "That's the seal I cast on you, locking your divine magic for the time being. If you're wondering when it'll wear off...it won't."
It felt foreign without his magic. He felt strangely hollow and empty. He couldn't shake the feeling, even as his mind attempted to muster up some sort of witty combat to the horrifying menace before him. Before he could utter a word, however, the rabbit reached down to cup his head again, angling the crocodile's long snout back towards him.
"Why don't you start by telling me who you are?" The rabbit asked with a warm tone, as if he were being kind. When Raziel didn't speak, he quietly tutted, glancing towards the tools on the desk.
"You're an angel, aren't you?" Cass continued, pacing a little. "Brave and strong, kind and righteous...I imagine you won't succumb easily to torturer. Luckily for me, I have methods in which to make you talk."
He crossed the room and retrieved something from the small table that sat near the wine bottles. Whilst his was turned, Raziel turned his gaze to Cicero, who met his eyes for a brief moment before looking away, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. It was clear he wanted no part in the interrogation, but was too scared of his relative to leave. The crocodile sighed through his nostrils, and Cass slowly turned to face him, holding up an object in his face. Raziel could make out what looked to be a syringe.
"I already injected you with a bit of truth serum. I can't say if it'll worked on an angel, but it should be kicking in any moment now, if we're lucky. So, I'll ask again...who are you?" Cass demanded, moving a little closer. He flicked his hand and a force pushed the crocodile's jaw upwards, and a pressure closed around his throat. It wasn't enough to cut off his airways, but the threat was obvious.
"Raziel, 4th tier halo, 2nd battalion of the Divine Pavilion." Raziel suddenly spoke, and his eyes widened. It seemed as if the truth serum was having an effect on him, but for he seemed unable to stop himself from speaking, to stop himself from answering the mans words. He gritted his teeth and struggled within the confines of the chair, hoping to break free from the shackles that bound him there. His efforts proved futile, but Cass seemed to enjoy watching him squirm.
"Why are you here?" Cass continued. "What are you after?"
"I've...I-I've been ordered by Archangel Avariel to apprehend and bring to justice the one that let a demon into heaven," The reptile spluttered. "A traitor to all mortals."
"Who amongst your kind know of this?"
"Everyone."
Cass hummed to himself as Cicero's eyes widened, the 20 year old rabbit finally coming to the realisation of how much of a horrible person how uncle was. There was nothing anyone could do to stop him. Now that Cicero knew who he truly was, he became even more terrified of him.
"I see. Then tell me, why now? That was almost 1000 years ago." Cass remarked, still holding his hand outstretched, his magic gripped around Raziel's throat.
"The Divine Pavilion is a space out of time. It does not operate within the normal mortal laws." The crocodile retorted, and Cass snorted. He supposed it made sense, but he hadn't considered it before.
"When are you due to report in?" Cass stepped a little closer.
"A week's time." Raziel spoke, then groaned to himself and widly thrashed about in his seat, trying to will himself to shut up. He had spilled everything to the one man who should have known nothing, and he was an idiot for doing so. He hated himself for being so reckless. He couldn't even begin to imagine how disappointed his comrades would be when they found out about what he'd done, how stupid he'd been for getting caught and betraying their secrets. Cass loosened his grip around the crocodile's throat, as if sensing his anguish, and Raziel hung his head in shame, dejected and defeated. Cass tutted once again.
"No use feeling sorry for yourself now, crocodile. You put this on yourself," Cass mused, stepping around the reptile and tracing a finger along the back of his neck. "One final question, before I decide what to do with you...are you a virgin?"
"...Yes." Raziel gritted his teeth and felt the colour rising to his cheeks. He wasn't ashamed of his virginity: the purity of his heart and body are what amplified his magic, yet it felt dirty to say in such a casual setting. Even the young rabbit across the room seemed to groan his disapproval at such a question. Cass chuckled as he rounded back towards the crocodile's front.
"Uncle, do you really have t--" Cicero began, before he clamped his mouth shut as Cass turned his head towards him. The glint in his uncle's eye told him it was best to stay silent.
"That must be tiring," Cass spoke as he turned his attention back to Raziel, who stared at him wide-eyed. "To resist those urges for so long...all that pent up energy for so many years. I pity you."
The immortal rabbit trailed his hand down, grazing it longer the crocodile's jawline and towards his neck, down to the zipper of his hoodie. He slowly began to tug it down, the fabric top naturally parting as he undid the zipper further and further, exposing the muscles chest of the crocodile beneath.
"W...What're you doing?" Raziel asked, the tremor in his voice betraying his nerves and the subtle, tiny ounce of fear that grew in the pit of his stomach. He watched as the rabbit pulled the zipper all the way down until it met with the bottom of the hoodie, unlinking with its adjoining piece and separating the top completely. Cass didn't hesitate to run his hand up the crocodile's body, his fingers dancing along the green scales as Raziel's body quivered under his touch, a grunt escaping the man's lips. He'd never been touched sexually before. He wasn't sure if he liked it.
"So smooth and delicate...definitely the work of the gods, I'm sure. No-one can be this unblemished." Cass remarked quietly, running his hand all the way up to Raziel's chiselled pacs, his fingers pressing against the firm muscles, digging against flesh, until his hands inevitably moved back down. The destination of his fingers was obvious to most, but Raziel was admittedly confused at first when his roaming fingers retreated. He quickly realised Cass's intentions when the rabbit's fingers began to toy with the button of the crocodile's jeans.
"W-Wait, don't," Raziel quickly asked. "Please, I've never...I don't--"
His complaints were futile. With a simple flick of his wrist, blue veins of magic wrapped themselves firmly around the crocodile's snout, closing his mouth and keeping them that way. One true weakness for all crocodiles was the complete lack of upper jaw strength-- a simple rubber band could have kept him from opening his mouth. He let out a muffled cry, struggling against his restraints as Cass effortlessly uncoupled the button that kept the crocodile's fly together. With a swift tug of the zipper and an additional yank on either side of the angel's hips, the jeans moved down and exposed what lay beneath.
Cass was surprised to find that not only was the angel lacking any underwear, but that he was also impressively endowed. Though his member was completely and utterly flaccid, it still sat at about 4 inches in length atop a pair of ample balls, both humanoid in appearance for the most part. Cass extended his reach and grazed his fingers along the top of the cock, and Raziel visibly stiffened, eyes wide. His body reacted instinctively to such a sexual touch and the blood rushed to his member. Cass's eyes widened as the cock swelled easily against his fingertips, and a lewd grin spread across his immortal face.
"Well, well...what do we have here?" He remarked, amused, as he curled his fingers in underneath the member, feeling it throb and pulse under his touch. Raziel couldn't help but let out a quiet huff, a short breath escaping past his tied lips. His cheeks burned as the tingle of pleasure, of temptation, ran up his spine and coursed through his body, making him squirm in his seat.
Cass wanted to tease him some more, but he was much more enamoured with the sight of the member before him. Cass didn't get to dabble as much as he liked-- his work meant he rarely left the house, and when he did it was often for business meetings. Outside of his own nephew, he didn't have anyone else to unleash his sexual desires on; Andile was a rare exception, but they only fooled around once a month, at best. The more that he stroked the member, the bigger it seemed to get, until it sat half-mast in his hand, pulsing and twitching.
"I wonder how pent up you are." The rabbit mused, and he soon found out. As he dragged his hands back and forth, and by extension the foreskin that fit snugly around the crocodile's thick cock, dribbles of pre-cum began to emerge to oozed down the stiff reptile's length and onto Cass's thumbs. He dragged his hands up and pulled the foreskin back, trailing his sticky fingers around the head of the member, just to smear that pre-cum around a little. It allowed his fingers to effortlessly glide across the sensitive glans and the angel quietly moaned from the pleasurable sensations, his expression one of frustration and desperation, but not because he yearned for more; he yearned for it to stop.
Slowly, Cass rose to his feet, beginning to unbutton his clothes. His intentions were obvious to everyone in the room, to the point where Cicero felt unable to look. He turned away from them, yet still made no notions to leave entirely. That spoke to Raziel to lengths to which the undressing man before him controlled those around him. Even in his violated state, he still pitied the rabbit that stood to the side, and his heart went out to him, metaphorically speaking.
It didn't take long for Cass to change completely, and he didn't worry about how dirty his clothes would get. He tossed them to the stone floor and exposed the well-kept frame of his athletic body, dropping his trousers in an instant to reveal the jockstrap that he had on underneath. The prominent bulge between his legs was an indication of how much he was enjoying this so far, and though Raziel wanted nothing more than for this to be over and to return to his home, his member still stayed firmly rigid. He didn't know why.
Cass eyed the crocodile for a moment, a smile playing upon his lips, before he dropped his jockstrap as well, revealing his erect, 6 inch cock, unblemished or tainted by magic as his face was. He shifted a little closer and Raziel did his best to shift back on his seat, or even scoot it backwards, but as with every attempt to struggling previously, it proved useless.
"Now, now...relax, and let me take care of you." Cass grinned wickled, a glint in his eyes, and Raziel feared the worst. His mind ran through all manner of ideas that the rabbit might have in his head, but he was surprised instead to find the immortal being straddling his body, sitting down atop his lap. Their warm erections pressed together and Raziel's body reacted instantly, his cock violently twitching against the rabbit's own. The difference in their size wa staggering: Cass was only 6 inches, but the crocodile sat at an impressive 9. Though in all fairness, Cass had expected it, given the crocodile's height.
Slowly, the rabbit raised himself up, dragging the tip of his cock across the reptile's stomach and up to his chest as he positioned himself over the turgid erection that idly throbbed beneath him. He sunk his hips down, angling his body this way and that as the head of the angel's cock slipped in past his cheeks and kissed with his entrance, touching with his pucker. All it took was the slight rocking of his hips and a little but of pre-cum for the crocodile to enter him, and Cass didn't wince as he pushed his hips down, taking half of the virgin angel's member in one fell swoop.
Raziel couldn't hold back a moan as he felt every inch of the rabbit's quivering, clamping insides gripping down around his cock, milking his member for all it was worth. Cass gave him no time to adjust to get used to the feeling of such tight inner walls around his member before he rose and lowered himself again, taking more of the cock inside of him with each bounce of his hips. Raziel's toes curled against the floor, claws digging against stone as his entire body tingled with desire and lust, with emotions so foreign that he felt almost overwhelmed. He could feel the beginnings of tears stinging in the corners of his eyes as his breath came out in hot, heavy huffs through his nose.
Cass began to moan as well, though for a wholly different reason. He'd never experienced the pleasure of being fucked by an angel, and though it didn't feel all that different and it wasn't the best position to do it in, it was certainly quite thrilling. Just the knowledge of the situation and the feeling of having sex with someone entirely new was enough to stir his senses. The crocodile was just lengthy and girthy enough to prod as his prostate with every bounce of his hips, and that only encouraged him further, his cock idly grazing against the crocodile's rigid, muscular body, pre-cum trailing his green scales. Soon enough, the air around them became heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, and the lewd sounds of their one-sided ordeal filled the air. Though Raziel was inexperienced, his pre-cum was near-copious, and that showed in the slick movements of the rabbit's hips.
Raziel didn't last long under such fervent pleasure, but that was a given considering his naivety to sex and his virginity, which had now been so effortlessly stolen by a traitor to heaven. With a groan, the crocodile attempted to restrain himself, angling his head away from the rabbit as he felt the pleasure roll over him in an intense weave that originated from his crotch and coursed up his spine. He forcibly climaxed, thick and plentiful spurts of seed shooting from the end of his member, ejecting what purity he had into the rabbit's behind, coating his insides in a thick film of cum that oozed from his clenching pucker and down the crocodiles cock, where it dribbled across his tight balls and down onto the wooden seat below him. He hadn't even noticed Cass's own orgasm until after his own had died down, when he felt the warmth of cum across his chest, spread across his muscles in gooey arcs at all manner of angles.
With a relaxed sigh, Cass eased himself up, clearly not one for pillow talk with the enemy. He withdrew himself off of Raziel's cock and admired the half-limp member, coated in a glistening sheen of cum, with droplets still oozing from the end. With that, he turned and left the room, heading into the adjacent one. Cicero couldn't bear to watch and followed his uncle as the angel dipped his head, shame brewing in the pit of his stomach.
"What're you going to do with him, now that you've had your fun?" Cicero demanded, sounding almost defensive, and Cass glanced at him out the corner of his eye. The immortal rabbit eached out for a large orb, bigger than his palm, and admired it in his hand for a moment, as if lost in thought.
"Who said I was done? I've no doubt that when his divine magic returns to him, he'll be able to contact his comrades. Not only that, they'll send more. I'll have to go underground. So will you, if you want to live."
"I...I don't want to go with you." Cicero retorted, and Cass quirked an eyebrow at him.
"You're an accomplice in this now, Cicero. You think they'll let you off after you let me do whatever I want to that angel? You're as just as much of a traitor as me." Cass remarked, and panic brewed in the younger rabbit's stomach. He reached up and clutched his head, his breathing lower and heavy.
"What do we do...what do we do? Uncle, answer me!" Cicero demanded of the rabbit, who had lapsed into another silence.
"...First, we kill him," Cass remarked. "Then, we'll have to hide for a while whilst I think of a solution. I have my methods. Just trust me, Cicero."
He didn't. Cicero didn't trust Cass as far as he could throw him-- and that was very little, considering the lack of strength magicians had. Above all else, however, he felt guilty. Guilty for not stopping his uncle when he had the chance or helping the angel in the other room who had been violated and used in the most horrid way. His lip quivered as he attempted to think of a solution.
"I'm going for a bath. Watch the angel, and don't let him out of your sight." Cass insisted, and he stepped past his nephew, orb in hand, and made his way up the stairs in the nude. Cicero watched him go before returning to the other room, where the crocodile still sat with his head hung low. There was no doubt he'd heard the ensuing conversation. The rabbit winced at the thought.
He looked so sad, so beaten and abused, though obviously not physical. Cicero hesitantly approached, and as he got close, Raziel raised his head. The two looked each other in the eye. Cicero opened his mouth to speak, then closed it, then opened it again.
"I...I'm sorry." He said awkwardly, and the crocodile shook his head. He smiled. It was strange, but the angel smiled, as if he didn't blame Cicero at all. The rabbit bit on his lip and clenched his hands into fists.
"I...I can't right now, but...when I can, I'm getting you out of here. I will. I hate my uncle. I won't let him kill you." The rabbit whispered, fearing his uncle might hear him. The crocodile sighed through his nose and nodded, lowering his gaze.
It wasn't a promise, but it was hope. That was enough, for now.