Devil's Marvel --Kaptel 4--
Marvel stood in front of the mirror, doing up his shirt, ignoring the reflection in the mirror beside him, for which there was no body. He had never once set foot inside a church, and had always hoped to keep it that way, however, given the presence of a long awaited Vendangeli, how could he possibly resist? At the bare thought of her alone, the zipper of his trousers tightened as his member begged for release, and his tail hung loosely out the back, swinging from side to side like a cat intrigued by a mouse. He gave a low growl, visualizing her canvas of perfection, the way her skin tightly hugged around her cheek bones, the way her figure resembled a perfectly sculpted hour glass, and he could never forget the lethal scent and how it had slapped him in the face when he first neared her. She was altogether dangerous for him to be around, for his morals, his reputation and his secrecy, and that was exactly why he pursued her.
"Make sure she doesn't have you eating out of a bowl on the floor by the end of the day." The reflection commented with a toothy grin and a deep howl of laughter as Marvel pulled on his overcoat.
"Don't you worry..." he began, pulling on his clothes roughly, a flash of lust rolling off his eyes. "before the year is out, she will be mine."
"Ours..." The reflection corrected.
"Ours." He affirmed, although not with a straight answer. The reflection in the mirror looked at him in quizzical silence for a while.
"Just remember where your allegiances lie Marvel. And get me that girl." The reflection said as it turned and walked further into the mirror until finally it vanished. Marvel smiled at himself, satisfied with the image he saw in the mirror, ready to find his Vendangeli. He turned on his heels and walked proudly to his carriage, which drove him to the St. Paul's Church on the other side of town.
He stepped out of the carriage and spent a moment taking in his last sinful breath before he would be condemned to inhale 'the lord's' tainted puritan air for the next hour or so. Marvel tried to figure out how long people attended these churches anyway, but came to the conclusion that he was simply stalling and might as well get it over with. All in the name of lust. So he stepped forward, with each step closer, his nostrils burned with the holy air that began to encumber him. Up the first step, there rested a thick musk in his throat. Up the second step, he felt bile rise in his stomach. Up the final step, he found that composing his true form had become a very great challenge. One final step forward and he pushed the two giant church doors open and stepped into a room filled with people staring up at one man who was preaching heartily, until of course Marvel interrupted the entire debacle. All faces turned and lit up with either excitement, or disgust at his rude entry; and these are supposed to be the faces of God's humble servants he thought to himself with an inaudible laugh.
"Enter child, the house of God" The priest began. Marvel pursed his lips tightly so the laughter wouldn't roll out of him, but all that ceased to matter when he inhaled and a burning sensation from the holy air suddenly mixed with the sweetest scent he had ever smelt. His eyes fixed on Nel as he remained firmly planted to the spot. For the hint of a second his eyes flashed black because here among the disgusting smell of God, her scent was all the sweeter to him. His tail poked out the bottom of his trouser's leg, full in length. He closed his eyes wishing desperately that he could just let go and ravage the place and take her as his without debate, however past events had taught him the consequences of that. And after all, she should be by his side, lusting for him, not trying to get away.
He sat himself down beside her after he gained control of his desires, and shot her as handsome a grin as he could manage. Nel found herself slightly struck by his beauty, but had given her vow to belong to God and God only, and so she smiled back warmly but with no inclination of further interest. An hour past, Marvel was laying back in his chair facing difficulty to keep his eyes open.
"You come here every Sunday?" he finally whispered to Nel through a thick yawn, who seemed to be constantly smiling, she turned to him and nodded. "He could do with a few lessons in giving a speech, brighten up the mood. He's incredibly stiff."
"You mustn't speak of God's priests like that." She commented, almost covering his mouth in shock as he said so.
"It's humour. Does your God not allow that?" He asked.
"Not when it speaks ill of others." She explained kindly.
"Tight ship he runs." He laughed, she remained silent. "How long does this usually last?"
"Four hours." She said happily. Marvel frowned at her in disbelief, but there was no inkling of a lie in her face. He rolled his head to his other side and stared at the church door longingly, and spent the remaining three hours staring at the ceiling.
"Now that that's finally over, what would you like to eat?" He asked as they descended the steps of the church, his lungs felt as if they were recharged. Barely out of the holy ground, he pulled out his cigarette case and lit one. Nel walked neatly beside him with her hands in one another, daydreaming about, what Marvel could only fathom as; Christian things. "Duck it is. I'll get the carriage."
"I quite like walking" she quickly stopped him, placing her hand on his raised arm as he made to call his butler. The sensation of her touch, unexpected and gentle as it was, nearly pushed him overboard. He lowered his arm slowly, the tip of his tail disappearing from the bottom of his trouser leg, and turned to face her with fire burning in his eyes.
"Walk we shall." He answered, his hand ached with the desire to grab her by her hair and drag her back to his lair. But instead he offered her a menacing smile and wrapped her arm into the crevice of his elbow, walking to their lunch date.
When they entered "Kinkoes", there was, of course, already a table waiting for them. As they were being led to it, Marvel realized that Amy McCallister and company were also dining there. He sighed, wondering how easy she would be to subdue, and she was only fifteen. He gave a voiceless laugh and shook his head at Lucifer's twisted sense of humour when it came to things vengeful, for Marvel knew, that this was his way of ensuring Marvel remained wedged to him. They sat. They ordered.
"How did you enjoy church?" Nel asked, while they waited for their food.
"Would you prefer an honest answer or the gentler version?" He replied, raising his brow at her. She put on a screwed up smile, she felt guilty, he could tell. How sweet.
"Perhaps if you gave it another try? God likes to test us. Maybe he--"
"Nel..." he interrupted, stopping momentarily as her name rolled off his tongue like butter, he shivered silently. "As much as I would love to enjoy Church..." lie, the voice in his head whispered, "for you..." lie, the voice repeated, "it will never happen. My religious beliefs are simply not anywhere in the vicinity of yours." He finished, noticing that she was fiddling with the Golden necklace he had bought her a while ago. His eyes sunk lower to her collar bones, and lower still where her blouse began, thinking of what a shame it was to keep such luscious breasts hidden from the world.
"Well...perhaps you'd like to tell me about your religion?" She asked, her voice sounding a little nervous as she saw where his eyes had travelled.
"My religion is governed by very simple morals; Enjoy yourself." Marvel explained confidently, enjoying her moment of insecurity around him, normally she was more composed. This was a good sign, she was getting accustomed to his presence.
"My religion has the same morals. That is all God wants for us, to enjoy ourselves." She retaliated.
"Then why make so many rules I wonder?" Marvel asked with raised brow and a slanted grin. On this, she hesitated for ever so slightly a moment.
"So that we can always be the best of ourselves. The rules are there to protect us from darkness, we as humans are easily swayed in our beliefs, the rules create a sacred garden for us to indulge in."
"What use is the garden when outside the fence there lies a more beautiful field?" He continued to test her, twirling his whiskey in its glass before sipping it.
"Just because something appears beautiful from afar, doesn't mean it really is. Beauty can be most deceiving, as you well know Mr. Wrux" She leaned forward and stared deep into his eyes. It felt as if she was looking straight into his soul...if he'd had any.
"Marvel." He corrected her again. Otherwise he remained silent, contemplating her words, which were truly wise. If he wasn't already a part of this 'deceptive' beauty, he might have been swayed to her side. He more admired that she appeared to know quite a lot about the darkness, she would not easily be shifted. Excellent.
"Marvel." She nodded with a smile, breaking the eye contact that he held so intensely and looking down upon the tablecloth, where his hand rested. She tilted her head and leaned forward to grab his hand, holding it between her own warm hands. Marvel had to hold his breath for fear of breaking the table in his eagerness. Her smooth touch was simply magnificent to him, so fragile, both of her hands were barely the size of his one hand, and so gentle. "Mother always says that you can tell a man's soul by his hands and eyes."
"And what do you see when you look at mine?" he asked flirtatiously, only taking this half as serious as she was.
"Strength." She replied, lifting her gaze to meet his humourlessly. Suddenly the entire room vanished around him apart from her, so intense was her gaze. His blood boiled and the touch of her hands became extremely heated. His mind flashed to visions of him on top of her, powerfully thrusting into her hip pool, her body arching up towards him and her head turned sideways to bite the pillow in her heightened pleasure. The image of her screaming for him alone was enough to set him in motion. Not only did his tail fully grow out, but his shaft also grew by the second, he had to get out of there. Quickly. "Are you well?"
His chest was burning, he dared not breathe for fear of smelling her irresistible scent. He swallowed hard, but her expression grew curious and worried. "Marvel...your eyes?"
He jumped out of his seat and stared at her for a split second before he turned. "Excuse me", and walked off as casually as he could. He headed towards the back door, passing the ladies room and the without a second glance until Amy McCallister jumped out of the ladies and straight in front of him. He stopped in his tracks and stared at her greedily, his eyes fully black now. Her face twisted into a frightened frown, but it was too late for her. Bestow her! the command rung again, and this time, Marvel wanted nothing more. He grabbed her upper arm roughly and violently pulled her out the back door.
Twilight had begun, the sky was lit up in all sorts of colours, but none of that mattered much now. Amy began squealing like a pig, and Marvel had neither the restraint, nor the patience to put up with it. His horns began to grow as he firmly placed his palm over her mouth and held her tightly, pulling her down the alley, to a less public place where he could rip every belief of God from her with his claws and his swollen cock.
He felt her wet tears on his hand, but those would hardly save her now, this was a matter far beyond her reach. To be frank, this had nothing to do with her and everything to do with Nel Bailey. Finally, he arrived at a dumpster, where he shoved her behind, undid his cravat and tied it around her mouth, between her lips so she would shut up. He turned her so her back was facing him, and proper her hands against the wall in front of her, holding her there with his own hand. With one frustrated tear, he ripped her corset open and grabbed around for her premature breasts, kissing and biting her neck as he did so.
The muffled sobs she omitted only made him rile up more in heat. His trousers were already undone, and her dress was quickly lifted. The deep rumble in his chest grew into a more dominating growl and finally a dark menacing laugh. His skin became a dark red and his teeth were far more in likeness to that of a canine than anything else. He pushed her head down with his free hand and bent her over, with her hands still propped high up against the wall above her, making her body look slightly disturbed, and then fixed himself at her opening, nearly exploding at the thought of finally releasing himself.
There was no hesitation, no humanity, and no mercy about how he executed the rape, there was only untameable and vicious lust. He pushed forward and straight to the hilt so hard that he could almost feel her rip, and he enjoyed every moment of it. Amy McCallister was never there, to him, it was always Nel, and the more he thought about her, the more violent his thrusts grew. Seeing her innocent smile grow into submissive pleasure but not before she looked up at him in excruciating pain. The bliss he felt as he was pulsing himself inside of her, groping her breasts as they bounced in rhythm with his thrusts, even they submissively gave in to his member. And finally, seeing those rose red lips of hers part to cry out in euphoria as his demonically boiling semen spilled into her womb. But once that happened, the scene vanished and he was back in the alley with Amy McCallister, who was pathetically whimpering into her, no HIS cravat. He panted heavily as he leaned over her, shoving one of his fingers into her tunnel in addition to his cock, and upon releasing her hands, he untied the knot holding the cravat in place and whispered ever so gently into her ear; "Who do you belong to?"
Either she didn't, or couldn't answer, it didn't matter much to Marvel, he simply added his middle finger to the other one, feeling her bleeding cunt pulling frighteningly tight over his member, index and middle finger. "Who...do you belong to?"
At first she cried weakly, but when she realized the shivering that it cause made the pain in her nether regions worse, she stopped herself, and took a few short breaths, stuttering at first, but finally finding her voice. "Y--y--you."
"Close enough." He shrugged, pulling all of himself out of her casually, and in the same movement he snapped her neck. He leaned over her lifeless body and tapped her chest where her heart was, and the tiny light that was her soul slipped out of her body and into his amulet. He shiver as he felt the sealing of it into Lucifer's hands. He used her dress to wipe his fingers and member clean of her blood, and then turned to head home, knowing he would not be able to be around Nel for the rest of the evening because at Night, it was so much harder to resist claiming her.
Just as he turned however, he spotted an absolutely frightened woman staring at him. She had obviously seen too much. Her hair was messy and she smelled of men's cum and cheap perfume; a prostitute, he noted. He stood for a second, contemplating his next actions, and her fate, no doubt Lucifer already had her in his grasp, and he wouldn't fuck her, she was too disgusting and tainted already. Her mouth however, was of adequate form. He closed his eyes, scratched his head and inhaled deeply. "You don't know how much I wish you hadn't seen that." He sighed.
"I won't....tell anyone, I swear!" she begged as he approached her, death written in his prance and his glare. "P--please..." He stopped in front of her, she was shaking.
"Alright. As I'm feeling charitable tonight. But it's gonna cost you. How about a free one?" He smirked, pointing at his unbuttoned trousers. She nodded eagerly, so happy to do anything to get out of being killed. Simpleton, Marvel thought to himself and she began sucking him off in the middle of the alley. I know this Vendangeli has you in knots, but to stoop this low Marvel... the voice rung in his head. He looked down at the poor pathetic woman who was desperately trying, repulsively. He gave it a few more seconds, but his cock didn't give even a jolt of excitement. He held his head in his hand and groaned. "Enough."
Don't suppose you want her soul? Marvel asked Lucifer.
You're joking right? He laughed in his head.
"Thought so." Marvel said out loud, and with one last sigh of pity he placed both hands on either of her cheek and swiftly turned her head until he heard a solid crack and the weight of her body plopped on the floor. "All in a day's work."
Fixing his suit, he walked back onto the main street to seek out his butler, and had himself driven home.