When Angels Weep Blood
When Angels Weep Blood
By: Prismwind
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This story contains EXTREMELY GRAPHIC scenes of rape, and so those who do not wish to view such scenes should not read this story.
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Celeria flew quickly to the gates, holding yet another holy symbol to attach.
For the first time since she had become an angel, she felt fear. She was not one of
the angels ment to go and fight in the battle of Armageddon... she had tended to the
little children who had died and been taken into heaven for healing before they got
a second chance at life, a young angel, only 16, having died at the age of 8. She'd
only been an angel for two years. But there was no time to express her fear now, as
she pressed the symbol to the gates, the symbol shining, but almost overwhelmed by
the darkness.
They were losing... nobody had ever thought the gods could lose in the final
battle. It wasn't how things were supposed to be. They were supposed to drive the
demons back and wipe them from the universe once and for all. Instead, their armies
had been overwhelmed, and now the demons were at the very gates of heaven. The gods
themselves were exhausted, doing what little they could to keep the gates intact,
angels running back and forth, moving the holy symbols of each deity to the gates
that needed the most effort to keep intact. But it was a losing battle... the gods
were not strong enough in the face of the forces they were up against.
The demons were winning, not because of individual power of the deities that
had sided with them, but from shear numbers and viciousness. Bitter and enraged
souls that had been rejected from heaven marched by the trillions on heaven's gates.
They had rejected more people than they had let in, and that was coming back to
haunt them. They had even had those in their army who betrayed them to side with the
demons... some saw a loved one in hell, others denounced heaven as being foolish for
embracing light alone, and still others had been seduced by silver tongued devils.
She hurried to another gate, pressing against it with what little strength
she had... they couldn't spare any power from the other three gates. She strained,
crying out as her hands bleed, the darkness seeping through a little to eat at them,
a bad sign. And then it happened... one of the holy symbols attached to the gate
shattered, followed by another, then another, coming more and more rapidly until the
gate itself broke.
Celeria cried out in agony as she was sent hurtling back, flying into the
wall of one of the homes she had worked with children in. She shook with fear and
shock watching in horror as the demons poured in. The warrior angels tried to fight
them, but she saw the demons swarm around them, three more for every one they cut
down, each angel falling, their wings broken, then cut or ripped off, the demons
leaving the hellhounds to deal the final blow, tearing the angels to shreds, blood
spraying everywhere as the hellhounds rapidly ripped into and consumed their flesh.
She lurched to her feet, panicing and trying to run, hearing children crying
inside the house. She tried to open the door, but it was barred... then she cried
out as a large, scaley red hand slamed into her wing, breaking it and pinning her to
the door. She struggled, but she was far weaker than the demon that had her in its
grasp, wheeling her around, its form draconic, black and blood red scales making
intricate patterns, strangly handsome but far more terrifying. It roared in her
face, its hot breath burning her eyes, making her cry out again and squeeze them
shut, trembling and waiting to be killed. But it didn't kill her... instead, it
smashed the door down and hurled her by her broken wing inside. Celeria rolled over
and over, slamming into the back wall, leaving a trail of blood and feathers behind
herself. She could hear the children crying, one of the little girls running over to
her and clinging, calling out "Celeria! Celeria! Save us!"
She sobbed, crying harder than she ever had before, dragging herself to the
wall and looking to the demon, trembling. The demon just gave a dark laugh as it
turned its back to her, blocking the only door out. She could hear the cries and
screams outside, and smell the flames. The children gathered arounnd her, clinging
tightly in fear. She knew it was over... they had lost.
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Celeria woke the next day to soft cries of pain and fear, having cried
herself to sleep. She looked around, then gasped softly, trembling as she saw that
the children had all been chained to the wall and floor by thick iron collars. Some
of them were a little too small, cutting into their flesh... they weren't really
flesh and blood anymore so they couldn't suffocate, but they could still feel pain.
She herself was chained to the wall the same way.
She curled up, sobbing again, holding her knees tightly against her chest.
Her white silk dress was now stained all over with her own dried blood. There was
nothing she could do but sit and wait. It was hard to measure time passing in
heaven. Before, it passed quickly or slowly depending on what the denizens wanted it
to. But now the demons controlled that.
She couldn't tell how long it had been when the same draconic demon entered the
room... now that she had a chance to see him better, he was very muscular, blood red
spines jutting out along his back, four horns with small spikes on them jutting from top
of his skull and pointing backwards. Her eyes had trouble following the intricate patterns
its blood red and black scales created, and its eyes had glowing deep red pupils set in
black rather than white. It slowly walked in with a vicious smile, a second demon entering
behind it, this one a demonic wolf, its fur a dark red with dark brown highlights here and
there, its eyes a golden color, its muscles well toned, strangly beautiful and
terrifying, more so than the dragon somehow. Finally she gasped in horror as a final
demon entered... her father, from when she was mortal.
Her father had been human once, but now his tongue was pointed as he licked
his lips with a cruel grin, his teeth sharp and his eyes golden reptile eyes. The
skin on his arms, back, legs, and chest had been replaced by blood red scales, much
the same as the dragon's scales. His form was muscular, and large draconic wings
sprouted from his back, standing at seven feet tall now, towering over his five foot
daughter. The skin she could see was tanned golden, and his hair had been replaced
by the scales.
He walked up to her, then reached down and grabbed her by her hair, making her
cry out, the children crying more as they watched him lift her up until her face was level
with his before he spoke in a deep voice. "So... this is what has become of my precious
little bitch of a daughter, hmmm? How pathetic..." Then he hurled her into the wall, her
nose broken in the force of the impact, crying out in pain as blood sprayed her face along
the wall.
The dragon smirked cruelly. "Not so innocent and clean are you now, bitch?
We're gonna have real fun with you, you little whore... we're going to pay all of
you back for every single second you made us rot in hell because we weren't good
enough for you."
The wolf chuckled darkly as Celeria curled up with her back to the wall, hiding
her face with her arms, sobbing. "Please... no... stop..." Her father responded with a
snarl, kicking her side, breaking one of her ribs. "How many times did we beg forgiveness,
beg for the torment to end?!? You deserve everything you're going to get bitch!"
One of the little girls cried out, "Please! Stop hurting her! She never did anything to you!
Why do you have to be so mean?!?"
For her effort the wolf went over and slapped her, then unhooked her chain from the wall.
"You're gonna get raped before the others for that, you little brat."
Celeria gasped in horror. "NO! Please! They're just children, they had nothing to do with
this!"
The dragon gave a hissing chuckle. "Why should we care? If we fuck her in front of you it
makes you cry more bitch... and there's nothing I love more than making angels cry and
beg."
She cried out loudly in pain as her father unnhooked her chain from the wall
then hurled her by her hair over on top of the bed, grabbing her arms and attaching
her wrists together behind her back. Then he chained her ankles to the bottoms of
the bedposts, before attaching her chain to the headboard as she realized a bolt had
been installed there for that purpose before she had woken up. Then he was forcing a
hard rubber ring into her mouth, her jaw almost popping out of joint from being
forced so wide, tieing the ring off behind her head, turning out to be some sort of
gag.
She didn't have to wonder what it was for long, her father climbing in front of
her, his cock hard, huge now, a foot and a half long, its surface covered in a
patchwork of scales and skin, both rough like sandpaper. She jerked, squeezing her
eyes shut in pain as he suddenly rammed the three inch thick meat down her throat,
then slapped her hard. "Eyes open bitch, you're going to watch every second of what
happens!"
She opened her eyes, tears blurring them as the little girl from earlier was
hurled onto the bed, the demonic wolf bending her arms behind her back and attaching
her wrists to her iron colar, the girl screaming for them to stop, kicking and
trying to resist, her meager attempts just making the wolf smirk as he rolled her
onto her back.
Celeria meanwhile had her broken nose slammed into again and again by
her father's rough crotch, blood totally covering her face now, tasting it in her
mouth which each hard, fast thrust, her father fucking her face and throat hard and
fast relentlessly.
Celeria's eyes widened and she gave a muffled sob as she saw the wolf's
penis... two feet long, three inches thick, and two inch spins all along it pointing
backwards, the knot throbbing and pulsing. The little girl screamed like she never
had before as the wolf roared and forced it all into her with one hard thrust,
tearing the six year old girl's anus, blood running freely over the once white silk
sheets as the wolf jerked back, eliciting another shriek from the girl as the two
inch spikes on his member impaled her insides. Then he began thrusting hard and
fast, his knot throbbing and pulsing as he thrust relentlessly, blood squirting out
each time he pulled back, staining his crotch and her anus.
It wasn't long before Celeria let out a shriek of her own, or at least tried
to around her father's cock pounding into her face as the dragon litterally leaped
on top of her, letting out a roar as its own cock impaled her anus, this one four
inches thick, with three bulges along its length, two feet long just like the wolf's
huge penis. Then it was thrusting hard and fast, causing Celeria to wish she could
fall unconscious, the same two inch backwards pointed spines on its penis as the
wolf's penis. Her body practically bounced back and forth between the cruel,
inhumanly strong thrusts of her father and the dragon.
Unable to shriek loudly, she was unable to drown out the shrieks of the little
six year old beside her, blood staining her lips, unable to die a second time as the
wolf rocked the bed hard with his thrusts, knot swelling to the point that even though
it was in the little girl's anus some of the spines were jutting from her pussy each
time it pulled back, his cock head stabbing into her stomach and esophagus, having
torn the back wall of her large intestine.
Celeria's father kept thrusting faster and harder, gripping her wings, the second
one breaking in his grasp, blood spraying over her once white feathers as the bone
jutted from them. Celeria was reduced to incoherent sobbing. Finally her father came,
his cum boiling hot, burning her stomach, his final thrust breaking her teeth. Then
he pulled out, making Celeria shriek as her face and back was burned by the demonic
semen.
The dragon meanwhile was poundig into her so hard that she felt the bones in
her hips crack, sobbing incoherently in pain as the three bulges swelled inside of
her, turning out to be knots. Then she shrieked until her voice box was raw and she
couldn't make another sound as the dragon suddenly jerked back, ripping flesh from
her anus, bloody pieces of meat sticking all over its cock before it plunged it hard
into her virgin vagina, Celeria jerking and wirthing as it continued its relently
thrusts, the knots swelling and growing, making the spines stand up straighter as
they did, causing them to tear her insides up more.
Finally the wolf howled, the little girl's cries becoming chocking noises
before its cum exploded out her mouth mixed with lots of blood, boiling hot and
acidic, slowly eating its way through her body, more and more pumped into her until
it ate a hole through her chest, ragged pieces of organs spilling out. Then the wolf
jerked out, tearing her anus and a good chunk of her intestines out of her, before
placing its hands on her belly... the wounds slowly closed, the little girl sobbing
and writhing the whole time until it was over, demonic energy healing her, and
leaving her with patches of wolf fur on her skin.
Then the wolf growled loudly as it suddenly shoved its cock and still swollen
knot into the child's vagina, making her shriek again, belly bulging out with the size
of the knot, as both the wolf and dragon began to pump something else into their
victims, a mixture of semen and three inch long, two inch thick eggs, both penises
bulging as egg after egg was forced through them and into their victims, until they
both looked pregnant, the cum becoming sticking and thick inside of them, sealing
their wombs off.
Her father smirked as he grabbed Celeria's hair and looked down into her face.
"When those hatch, the hatchlings will eat their way out of your womb, comsuming
your innards and leaving your body bloody and broken... but since you're already
dead, you'll heal... and we'll do it again and again... and each time, you will
become a little more like us... until someday we will make you be the one to rape
and do the same to all the other children here."
Celeria just sobbed uncontrollably, left chained to the bed like that,
crying until she cried tears of blood, finally sobbing herself to sleep, a once
beautiful, innocent creature, now covered in blood and knowing there was no more
hope to ever escape the hell that heaven had been made into, while the demons
consumed the feasts prepared for the gods they had overthrown.