The Destruction of Destruction Itself

It was painful to draw breath thought the young platinum-haired demon to herself as she dashed through the rubble of what was once a prominent demon city-fortress. Gehenna had once stood strong and proud. Now, what was left of it would stir laughter from even a mortal’s lips.

"Not so fast." The husky, lust-tainted voice of one of many angel soldiers stirred Kurai from her reverie. A large hand closed over one of her bony shoulders, and thrust her to the ground upon her back. She lay there for a moment, stunned.

Her eyes adjusting to the lights dancing above from angelic and demonic attacks clashing, she looked into the faces of several angry male angels. Even her cold heart began to quiver, as she inched back from them. They weren’t in any hurry; in fact, they seemed to enjoy their lazy calculation of her assets.

"She’s not bad. More lively than the last few." The broad-shouldered, blonde angel who had shoved her spoke, a sardonic smile on his thin lips.

"No, not at all. Then again, after you took your turn, they were barely breathing." An angel with raven hair and brazen flesh leered at Blondie.

Blondie leaned in close. Kurai tried to pull away, but he grasped her by her collar and yanked her against his chest as he inhaled the aroma of fear that hovered in the air around her. "She smells delicious."

Horrified by their banter, the demon girl gave a hard shove to his chest. He fell back, but not before giving her robes a good yank and taking them with him.

His tanned friend moved closer. Kurai tried to escape the reaching hand, but was too slow; he succeeded in seizing her by one wrist and shoving it to the ground. Her wrist burned, as a sharpened rock pierced it. He called over his shoulder, "I think I’ll be the first to try this one out. Then you, then Nanniele... if there is enough left for her."

The third angel (Nanniele?) shook her head. "Thanks, but no thanks. Just watching you two work at them is enough to make me nauseous."

Kurai bit her lip as Tan Boy sniggered, then peeled her small clothes off with his free hand. Still, she forced herself to look not at him, but over his shoulder. When she finally concentrated on the third angel, she had to hold her breath to keep a gasp from escaping.

Nanniele, like she, could’ve easily masqueraded as a male! With her flame-colored locks cropped close to her chin and a slender figure upon which the blooms of womanhood hadn’t yet blossomed, nobody would guess she was a girl.

"Like what you see?" Tan Boy’s dark humor brought her back to reality. Kurai was horrified to realize he had caught her staring at Nanniele. But what frightened her more was when she looked down. There was a growing bulge in his pants, which he was beginning to free from its prison.

But she didn’t have time to worry about that. Not before his attentions had been redirected to her small breasts. Teasingly, his fingers trailed along the outermost edges, before moving inwards to surround the nipple and give it a tweak. Under the gentle fondling, her nipples became slightly defined peaks upon her chest. Kurai flushed with embarrassment.

"Stop wasting time and treating the little whore like a lover. Remember, we’re supposed to kill her when we’re done." Blondie’s voice interrupted Tan Boy’s soft, circular movements.

Tan Boy’s lips curved upwards into a cruel smile, though his fingers noticeably tightened their grip on Kurai’s breasts. Undoubtedly, bruises would be left in their wake. "My thinking is I can send her to heaven before we send her to hell."

The angel was done playing with her, though. No preliminaries were given before he had roughly thrust his hardened member into her body, eliminating her virginity.

"Yaaa!" Kurai’s shriek pierced the air, and the other two angels covered their ears. Tan Boy was too lost in his own delight to bother. His hands had moved to her shoulders, and pinned her small body to the rocky ground. She bled awfully as he began to move within her, plunging himself in to the base, then removing his rod to the tip. Kurai would’ve been relieved, had he not immediately rammed it back in.

Each minute seemed like an hour to the young demon as the angel fucked her madly. Her screams fell upon deaf ears.

When Tan Boy had enough, he finally pulled out of her, and released his load on her stomach. "You were right, she wasn’t bad at all." Cleansing himself on the robes that had been torn from her trembling figure, he sealed his pants and made room for Blondie.

Kurai noticed Nanniele had been looking away during her trials, though. She noticed that the female angel, unlike her male counterparts, had winced with every thrust and cry that had been brought forth from Kurai’s lips. The demon girl took a moment to wonder if she really sided with the others who had come, or if she merely had given in to peer pressure.

No time further was spared on her private thoughts, for Blondie had yanked her upright to a kneeling position. Kurai momentarily hoped he was foregoing his own pleasure, and sending her to the netherworld without further torment.

Her hopes flew to the gorecrows when he forced her mouth open, and unfastened his pants as well. The full length, all at once, was crammed into the warm crevasse, and Blondie instructed Kurai exactly on how to pleasure him. Although tempted to bite, she didn’t. He had threatened a fate worse than this if she did.

How much worse, she didn’t want to know.

Before he’d spent himself, however, the utterly disturbing sound of a blade meeting flesh reached her ears. Looking up, she noticed an expression of shock on Blondie’s face. Secondly, as she regarded him, she saw blood beginning to leak from a thin laceration across his chest.

How bad the wounds were, she found out when he crumpled to the ground. He was in more than one piece, as well.

Kurai’s eyes fluttered open wide at the sight before her. An angel, beautiful beyond all words, stood strong and silent. Tan Boy was also in pieces at her feet. Blood trickled across the blade she carried. The third wing upon her back signified her status as an inorganic angel.

"Disgusting," was all she said before turning her eyes on Kurai. "I am sorry it took me so long to find you, Little Demon. The echoes of your screams misled me. I am the inorganic angel, Alexiel." Her voice was rich and thick like honey.

"I am sorry, Lady Alexiel. I should have given you better directions." Nanniele spoke up again, and bowed her head in reverence.

"Nanniele, you did the best you could." Traces of fondness lingered in Alexiel’s eyes, and her voice, as she gazed for a moment at the redhead. Then, she looked back to Kurai. "Come with me, Little Demon. Gehenna is no longer fit to call home."