Agony. There was so much pain as something inside her happened. It frightened her, but he had been there. Had been there all this time. She had felt him, had felt his shelter, heard his soothing words.
Arakiel protected her like he always did, had always done.
But there was still so much pain.
Aurora’s senses had gone completely haywire. Her hearing had randomly allowed her to hear snippets, only for silence to follow. Sometimes, she had felt warm, and then insanely cold.
Sometimes, she had smelled burnt flesh, smoke and ash and sometimes, she smelled absolutely nothing.
Her sight had been gone the longest, having instead been replaced by gold – there was only gold, flickering golden flames.
Aurora had tried to cry for so long, but had had no voice to do so.
But then, at some point, her senses suddenly scrambled together.
First, she felt warmth all around her.
Then, she smelled burnt flesh, smoke and ash.
Next, her sight returned – and she was looking at a truly bizarre spectacle.
She was in a large room of some kind, a room that was filled with golden dust that sparkled in the air, lighting the thoroughly black surroundings in a low, mysterious and pale golden light.
Around her, on the ground, a vibrant golden formation glowed, yet a crimson color had begun to seep in.
The formation was divided into four sections, three of which were filled.
Aurora lay in one, Arakiel beneath her. What she saw of his body was burned hideously, yet his bare chest still raise and fell. He was alive.
To her left, she saw a naked pair ablaze in bright yellow flames that held a notable orange tinge. The short-haired young man had massive feathery wings growing out of his back, layered thrice and immaculately white beneath the curtain of fire. His gaze was filled with hatred and smug triumph as he kept shoving his manhood into the struggling woman beneath him, whose expression was one one third shock and two thirds irritation and fury. She seemed to be in pain, not that the man cared. If anything, it seemed to spur him on.
They were speaking, but sound had not yet returned to Aurora’s world.
To her right, a similar-yet-different event played out, only that this pair was burning in soft silver flames. The young woman with the long silver hair was bent over, her hands held in her back. Her expression was a mixture of arousal and disbelief, but she did not struggle against the bald man that moved his hips behind her. This tall, bulky person was ugly and without hair, having far too sunburnt skin and nasty-looking scars all over his body. Even worse, his left arm ended in a hand whose fingers ended in angles that shouldn’t be possible. It sent a shiver down Aurora’s spine, but the man’s expression was one of calm, smug satisfaction.
The section opposite of her was empty and there was a little circle in the middle, one that was beginning to fill with small amounts of blood that flowed there three directions, one of which was hers.
She looked down in shock and saw that indeed, her inner thighs were bloody. In fact, blood flowed still, down onto Arakiel and then into little crevices that had been carved into the ground.
Aurora was also in the nude, but the sight of her blossomed body brought her little satisfaction right now.
Still, she had flowered… finally – but that was for another time.
Never minding the dozens upon dozens of questions she might have, she looked over Arakiel and then realized that she was still ablaze in wondrous golden flames, flames that were as pure as her hair and irises and when she briefly looked over to the other two, she realized that it was the same for them.
The man’s hair, eyebrows and even the stubble were glowing yellow with a heavy tinge of orange, just like his irises. The silver-haired woman also had silver irises in the same color as the flames that surrounded her.
Did it mean that these people were like her? Seraphim? Then why did he have wings? They were much too large.
She shoved the thoughts aside as she still heard nothing and neither pair seemed to have noticed her, but she couldn’t deny that the sight made her feel things.
Later. First things first.
Beneath her, Arakiel might be dying and that could not happen under any circumstances.
How had he gotten these burns… she asked only briefly, for the answer was plain obvious. She had burnt him with her fire, for these flames seemed to belong to her. It felt familiar and it didn’t harm her in the slightest but in her anguished delirium, she must’ve burnt Arakiel.
It made her jolt up and stare in horror at her beloved who appeared like a charred corpse, almost like Marianka had looked back then.
Aurora began to shake her head, for this couldn’t be happening.
And then all of a sudden, sound returned to her world and a barrage of moans, groans and the noise of flesh meeting flesh could be heard alongside voices.
“How’s that feel little bitch, huh!?” The winged man shouted triumphantly as he kept going harder, having pinned the woman down in full now.
“I will kill you!” The mature woman seethed back in fury, only for her to let out a moan right afterwards.
“Gentler, please! You’re hurting me!” The silver-haired girl lamented, sounding more outraged than hurt.
“Your moans suggest otherwise.” The ugly man commented and if to prove him right, a particularly aroused-sounding noise escaped the silver-haired woman.
Aurora felt jealously burning inside her, because… then she recalled Arakiel and any desire was put on hold.
At that moment, the bald man in silver flame looked over towards her, shouting.
“Hey, golden one! If you wanna save old Arakiel, then sleep with him!”
“W-what?” Aurora gasped, her mind and body responding differently. Her body flared up at the thought and she felt her cheeks flushing red hot while her mind wanted to protest, for she had still woken up naked with two other pairs having sex – and she had no idea how she got here.
She further, instinctively, covered herself as best as she could. She didn’t want others to see her in the nude, but the bald man’s gaze had been surprisingly calm.
“Seal… union!” The woman in yellow-orange flames groaned in-between groans, her voice indicating struggle. She tried to turn her head towards Aurora, but the winged man grabbed her chin and went in even harder.
“Don’t listen to her, sister!” The man in yellow flames called out. “Once I’ve put this bitch in place, I’ll kill the other two men. Just remain where you are.”
Sister?
This man claimed to be her brother!?
If he was a seraphim, this was at least plausible.
He didn’t look like her, but why else would her call her sister?
She turned away from him to the ugly man, asking. “Will this really save him?”
“Fool!” Her supposed ‘brother’ called, but Aurora cut him from her mind.
“Aye, lass. You kinda owe him, don’t you? For burnin’ him n’ all.” The ugly man went on as he casually moved in and out of the silver-haired woman that didn’t seem to mind it that much. If anything, she seemed aroused and a little absent-minded. The silver collar around her neck offered the answer.
So she was his argent.
That made sense.
“Did I really, I didn’t mean to!” She asked the man while looking down at Arakiel. She felt terrible – how could she have hurt her beloved so?
“Make…!” The woman croaked as the winged man tightened his grip on her throat. “c-champ…”
The winged man slapped her across the face, leaving her dazed. It allowed him to grab her wrists after which he turned her around, seething. “I’m done playing nice. Time to put you in place!”
“Oi, boy. Don’t break Yaza, will you? She deserves a rough dicking, but don’t go crazy.” The bald man chuckled, his casualness making Aurora wonder whether the two just preferred it rough. There were many such stories.
“Silence, mongrel! Be thankful that my hatred for this bitch is far greater than my desire to kill all of you for defiling my sisters!” The winged man threatened, seethed.
“You’re no royal, you’re just a common rapist!” The silver-haired woman accused. “Stop calling me sister!”
“Then you’re just another bitch to breed!”
“Oi, none but me may call my Selene names!”
“I’m not your Selene!” The silver-haired woman protested, causing the bald man to slap her bottom, asking. “Who’s your master?”
“You are… Ezekiel.” The woman muttered in a resigned answer, only to suddenly add. “But please take responsibility!”
“Oh I will keep you, don’t you worry about–” The other man began, but Aurora had enough, yelling at and over him.
“Answer me! How do I make him my champion?”
“Make love to him. The covenant demands a union – that’s what Yaza said at least.” The bald man returned calmly and when Aurora blinked, it seemed as though small strands of blonde hair were growing while his scars turned ever more silvery, almost like he was healing.
Beneath her, Arakiel lay dying and that meant… she had the means to save him. Even better, now that she had flowered, she wouldn’t even cause him to break his promise.
The choice was clear, even if the circumstances could’ve been a bit more romantic. The golden glow all around them was nice, though.
She knelt down next to him and when her gaze fell onto his nether region, she only saw a…
How was this supposed to work? She had seared even that part of him!
And she was still burning… but the others were ablaze as well and their skin wasn’t burnt – their clothes had turned into ash that lay beneath them, but not their skin. If anything, it was the opposite.
Aurora had been in pain back then, that had to be the reason. She was no longer in pain now.
She carefully reached for his charred skin. It was warm to the touch and felt brittle, but then the impossible happened. Beneath her fingers, she saw his skin mending in real time and when she climbed on top of him, her fire began to spread all over him, engulfing him in full.
But this time, she didn’t singe and burn him… she healed him!
The charred man beneath her became her beloved Arakiel in a matter of moments, with no traces of his wounds ever having been there.
She forgot herself when he opened his eyes, any anxiety she might’ve felt gone and away.
Aurora had done it, she had actually helped him for real. Had healed him somehow. It was a miracle – and she made that miracle happen!
Aurora felt proud and her pride made her grab his hand that she guided towards her right breast. She sat atop him in full view, the golden light all around them undoubtedly making her even more beautiful than she knew she was.
Right now, it was only him and her here, somewhere. Anything else didn’t matter. She had waited far, far too long for this moment and orgies weren’t exactly uncommon in the literature she had consumed over the past four and a half years.
Only when she finally felt his hand touching the soft flesh did she briefly hesitate, but when he then gripped and squeezed it lightly, she smiled at him.
“My champion… I have come to release you from your agony.” She proclaimed loudly and proudly. She had sworn to go all-in today and she’d abide by that promise, even now, even here.
He looked at her expectantly and she wasn’t entirely sure whether he was still dazed or whether he wanted her to continue, so continue she did.
Aurora leaned forward so that she was right above him, her golden hair forming a curtain so that it was only him and her in this little, private space.
His eyes were amber and stared right at her. His breathing was shallow, but it accelerated notably when she came closer.
“Will you at last fulfill your vow, my champion?” She whispered while one of her hands reached for his rising manhood.
How long she had waited for this moment.
She didn’t need to wait for an answer. His intentions were clear, his gaze becoming more primal by the second.
He wanted it, she wanted it. Their union would shine brightly, her light illuminating his.
Aurora leaned down, stole a kiss and just before they parted, she bit his lips to draw blood. “That’s for making me worry.”
A second kiss without drawing blood, longer this time.
“This is my apology.”
She then retracted her hand and sat down atop of him once more, guiding both his hands to her breasts that he began to fondle lightly, making her feel terrific.
“And this,” she began while his hands wandered to her peaks. “Is my offer.”
Arakiel paused and lightly tilted his head.
“Let me take Marianka’s place,” Aurora suggested full of conviction. This way, she could finally rid him of the weight that held him down.
A brief jolt of pain followed and then she was was flung around, her back hitting the ground and him on top, her legs spread wide. Arakiel’s amber eyes looked straight into hers, but there was no hate or sorrow.
Desire, they held desire – and affection.
One hand still toyed with her breast while the other guided his manhood.
Finally, finally she would no longer be an evermaiden.
Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.
“You will never replace Marianka,” he said calmly, causing her eyes to widen a bit as her mind tried to decipher the implication.
“… but you will make a fine aurea indeed, Aurora.”
And then he thrust into her.
Time lost its meaning, for emotions reigned supreme. A wide palette of emotions, in fact. Surprise, pain, joy, delight, shame, lust, desire, passion and many in between, some clearly dwarfing others. Passion certainly colored everything else in a wondrously golden hue while crimson pain soon faded after having briefly heightened pink desire which fueled scarlet lust. Now and then, white shame flared, only to be drenched by saffron delight which was then further adorned with golden passion and all in all, she had never felt better before.
Soon, her voice joined the others and there was no shame remaining. Her gaze was always on her champion ablaze in her golden fire and although she felt something leaving her with every new shiver of pleasure, she gave it gladly.
The longer they made love, the weaker she felt while it seemed that he was growing stronger and with it, he became more dominant, fully dictating the terms of their union which only brought her passion, delight and shelter.
But when her champion seeded her for the first time, Aurora felt another shift happening inside her, one that briefly evoked memories of agony. In a flash of panic, she latched onto her champion, burying her nails deep in him as to not lose herself again, hurting him in the process.
At the same time, she felt something moving about in her own back, like something was gathering there.
The event happened in the span of a single moment, just long enough for her to cry out in a sudden albeit brief burst of intense pain and from the side, she heard the argent screaming as well.
Something broke free there and it sounded gruesome. Aurora felt something growing straight out of her back right where her shoulder blades lay.
Unlike last time, the pain was over in a second and then Aurora felt the remnants of her flame beginning to cover the bones with muscles and nerves that began to form new links towards her mind.
She could observe the event with the silver-haired girl that had been on all fours when it happened. She arched forward as two sets of delicate bony limbs broke free right from where her scapulae were and as her silver flames engulfed them, the limbs were covered with muscles and sinews first, then skin followed and lastly, white feathers began to sprout in three layers, making her wings just like those of the yellow-eyed man, only that hers weren’t drenched in blood and much smaller by comparison.
Aurora did not even need to presume that the same thing happened to her because all of a sudden, she was hugging Arakiel with body and white-feathered wings both, the additional limbs having moved on their own even though her mind didn’t seem to have realized that they were there.
“W-what just happened?” The argent asked on the side while Arakiel hurriedly pulled Aurora up to a standing position, allowing her to lean onto him with arms and wings. Both were still ablaze in softer golden flames, but she began to feel fatigued from all the lovemaking while he seemed more vigorous than ever before.
“You grew wings, Selene.” The man’s voice who had been called Ezekiel returned calmly. “Quite pretty, too.”
Meanwhile, Aurora tried to steady herself. Arakiel looked down at her, his eyes mostly amber with a tiny bit of red underneath. His black hair had regrown to a lustrous color and his lean body seemed even more impressive, more muscular to her now, his shoulders having turned a little broader and his chest seemed very well-defined. It made for a perfect spot to seek shelter and stability.
He softly returned her embrace although his arms coiled around her waist, giving her wings a wide berth for now. Again, he managed to read her subtle fear and acted accordingly.
“W-wings…? W-what?” The argent exclaimed in disbelief as her wings began to flutter about, causing the man who suddenly didn’t seem so ugly anymore to spank her bottom, saying. “Stop that! We’re not finished yet, little-white-wings.”
“Please… stop, I can’t… anymore!” The argent protested in between rather contradictory noises.
Aurora tried to focus on the once-ugly man that burned in silver flames. His scars were gone and his deformed hand had… reformed might be the best term, but he seemed far less chunky than before. The fire had restored him to the shape of a lithe, athletic man of fair skin that many would probably find handsome but Aurora preferred her champion’s bulkier frame and wider shoulders.
“Are you well?” Arakiel whispered, his voice showing genuine concern which warmed her heart… which was bad. Despite her inner tranquility, her body felt close to burning up. Scratch that – she was in fact ablaze.
Aurora nodded lightly and the two kissed again which caused her wings to flutter on their own, judging by the gusts of wind that suddenly surrounded her.
“Cute,” her champion commented, praised.
She smiled sheepishly while trying to partially hide her shame behind curtains of gold. Still hugging him, she began to look around, feeling kind of lightheaded but also incredibly satisfied.
Most of the golden sparkles and dust had sunken to the ground while the golden four-pointed star was still thoroughly intact, glowing in an intense golden light. All the little scribbling on the inner edge had been splashed with crimson, however.
The small circle in the middle was burning in three flames: orange-yellow, golden and silver. Every flame tried to overtake the other, but they were kept in a perfect equilibrium… yet something seemed to be missing.
On a second look, it almost appeared as though the flames bickered with one another while the blood beneath had begun to boil.
“Hey Shem, you still alive?” The blonde-haired man aflame in silver then asked mockingly, having let go of his argent that sank onto the ground, utterly spent. Her eyes rolled up and she seemed to be caught in-between bliss and unconsciousness.
His words, however, made Aurora turn towards the third section of the pointed star, where the winged man surrounded by a yellow flame with a notable orange tinge also finished up. The unconscious woman beneath him glistened with sweat, but her body showed no wounds or bruises although Aurora was sure that he had hit her multiple times.
The winged man grabbed the woman by the shock of her hair and got up. He was lean, muscular and his posture looked poised to strike, each of his clearly defined muscles tense and ready to spring forth.
“I suggest you unhand her, immortal.” Arakiel addressed the man in a leveled tone. It held clear hostility.
Immortal? That man was an immortal… but he was a seraphim, was he not?
It began to dawn upon Aurora.
The winged immortal spat in her and Arakiel’s direction, his yellow-orange eyes full of smug confidence. “I couldn’t take care of you before because of the covenant… but we are in the final moments now, aren’t we?”
He let out a hearty, taunting laugh as he presented the unconscious woman. “You sought to steal my power, but I feel stronger than ever!”
Steal power?
“Hey, if you ask me,” the blonde-man chimed in while crackling his knuckles. “She deserved it, kinda. A little humility would do her some good.”
“Ezekiel, what nonsense are you babbling?” Arakiel spoke out aloud, sounding offended. Meanwhile, Aurora looked the man that had called her sister over. He didn’t resemble her at all, and his hair, eyes and everything really didn’t match her, but he was a seraphim – just like her.
He was an immortal, just like her.
But he was certainly not related to her.
“What? Don’t tell me you enjoyed being under her heel!?” Ezekiel complained back. “Always ordering us ‘round like she’s hot stuff.” The man momentarily paused and pondered, adding somewhat absentmindedly. “She was pretty hot, though.”
“This is hardly the time for such banter,” Arakiel objected, adding. “Or do you know how we wrap this up?”
“Oh, that.” The blonde-haired man returned. He had been caught off-guard and didn’t even try to hide it.
He shrugged with a grin, saying. “Dunno. Ask Shem.”
“Your ‘Shem’ won’t be doing any talking ever again once I cut her tongue out.” The seraphim seethed, but he hadn’t made a move thus far.
Aurora didn’t like him.
“Oi, mutilation ain’t okay!” Ezekiel objected, suddenly sounding very agitated while unconsciously stroking his left hand.
Meanwhile, the winged argent had gone into a sitting position, looking directly at her master. She seemed dumbfounded. “Is that you… Master Ezekiel?”
“Aye Selene, but be a good girl and shut up. There’s a nasty bird over there whose wings need ripping out.” Ezekiel noted in a dark tone.
“For once, we agree on something.” Arakiel affirmed, but neither of the two men made any attempts to leave their portion of the four-pointed star although he did begin to pull Aurora from his embrace in order to shield her.
Aurora wasn’t quite sure what was happening here; the tension got palpable and she became a little afraid for her beloved at first, but when she saw his confident gaze, she found herself blushing again while her body moved on its own.
She covered herself not only with her arms, but her wings as well and although they were much smaller than the man’s, they still could cover a wide portion of her body given the fanned-out arrangement of her plumage. It felt weird to think, but then it also didn’t.
If anything, she felt almost complete, as though only one last tiny thing was missing even if she couldn’t exactly pinpoint it.
The winged man began to slowly move towards the middle, his eyes constantly switching between his two adversaries, but he stopped just shy of the radiating ‘barrier’, hesitating.
“What kind of witchcraft is this!?” He growled with anger and then raised the unconscious woman even further. “Answer me, bitch! What have you done!?”
“Not so omniscient now are you, little bird?” Ezekiel taunted once more, having also decided to step towards the middle, but he, too, stayed clear of the invisible barrier that seemed to divide them.
Aurora made a step back as to not be in the way while she wondered what exactly had happened here and was happening here.
She hadn’t noticed it before, but now that she stepped a little away from Arakiel, their fiery auras began to separate although they remained linked by a thin line of fire. It was the same for the other two pairs as well, only in their respective fire’s color.
“Quiet, mongrel. I’ll rip your spine out in just a moment.”
“Not sure if Shem wants me to kill you or not…” Ezekiel pondered with a dark undertone and when his amethyst-colored eyes looked up at the male seraphim, they narrowed as hatred began to manifest all over his face. “She did say that we wouldn’t need our chosen anymore… so it should be fine to kill you… slowly, painfully.”
He spat at the seraphim’s feet. “Now that I think about it… can’t have an immortal man rape a mortal woman. Makes me feel dirty.”
“You raped me,” the argent at his feet pointed out with mild irritation, having also covered herself with arms and wings.
“I slept with my argent. That’s not rape.” Ezekiel corrected, adding. “Besides, you were enjoying yourself quite a bit there – lovely moans and all.”
“I agree with this mongrel that you shame our race,” the winged man reproached, turning his attention to Selene and Aurora. “You are a disgrace for allowing mortal men to sully you, and even more so for submitting to them like loose whores!”
“I’m not a loose whore!” Selene roared, having taken real offense while Aurora found his insults beneath her. “Master, I demand that you defend my honor and punish this uncouth commoner!”
“Then you will cook for me from now on, is that what I hear?” Ezekiel asked to reaffirm.
The argent sighed, but her words held no deception. “It is a wife’s duty to provide for her husband if no aes is available.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Selene. You’re a concubine at most.” The blonde man hurried to correct, turning around.
The two exchanged gazes that puzzled Aurora. What exactly was going on with these two?
The argent harrumphed and lifted her chin demonstratively. “Concubine is fine, too! Just defend my honor! I’m no whore!”
“As you command, your highness.” Ezekiel returned mockingly, making a slight bow.
Then, he turned around once more, his expression having darkened in an instant. He looked over towards Arakiel whose eyes had been examining the room this entire time.
Aurora had noticed.
“You with me, Arakiel? I feel like snapping some hollow bones right now.” Ezekiel queried, but Arakiel shook his head much to Aurora’s surprise.
“The covenant hasn’t been sealed yet,” he noted with some worry, explaining. “I suspect it can’t finish because there’s an empty spot. If we break the ritual now…”
“And whose fault is that?” Ezekiel noted while also beginning to look around.
Aurora had already done so, but aside from the three flames bickering in the middle, there seemed nothing ‘unfinished’ – whatever it was that they were doing here. Stealing power, the man had claimed. Had Arakiel tried to steal her power – her power as a seraphim?
No, that was impossible. Arakiel knew that he could just ask her, or maybe…
Her train of thought got interrupted when the seraphim man spoke up once more, his voice sounding a lot more poised.
“As much as I loathe to admit it… you are right, mongrel. The moment we break this circle, things will go haywire with unforeseen consequences.”
“And if you hadn’t abused Shem so much, she could guide us now.” Ezekiel said darkly, adding. “I can’t wait to kill you.”
“And I can’t wait to kill you,” the man ablaze in yellow-orange flames barked back.
Conflict seemed inevitable, but Aurora felt oddly calm about it. It was probably because her champion was here with her, and he radiated vigor, confidence and power.
“Can I help you somehow, my champion?” Aurora then asked all of a sudden, wanting to be useful.
“Champion?” The male seraphim repeated and spat the word out with disgust. His eyes bored into hers, but she met his gaze, feeling utterly unfazed.
“I think you need some correction on whose children you are to bear, sister. But don’t worry, after I dispose of your ‘champion’, I’ll show you how you can redeem yourself before our race.”
From one moment to another, she briefly turned towards the man to give him the most disgusted stare she could muster and before she could even speak up, Arakiel raised his voice and he sounded very displeased.
“I will enjoy killing you, immortal – and I’ll make it slow, very slow.”
Somehow, the hate that he conveyed towards the male seraphim soothed and satisfied Aurora’s own. He was her champion through and through.
“Again we see eye to eye on something! Maybe we aren’t so different after all!” Ezekiel chimed in, agreeing.
“We are barely alike, Ezekiel,” Arakiel objected and then added in a still angry manner. “But first, we have to finish this somehow.”
“How about you wake Shem up, hollow bird? She’s the one that planned everything so she should know.” Ezekiel proposed, but his voice left no room for speculation. He would attack as soon as whatever ritual they were doing was finished.
“This bitch is unworthy of even uttering one more word.”
“Then we’ll just stare at each other and throw empty threats and insults?” Ezekiel responded to point out, his voice growing more tense by the second.
“I can assure you my threats are not empty.”
“You’ve been hurling nothing but wasted breath so far, though.” Arakiel clarified as his eyes kept searching for something to cling on.
Aurora joined him, but she didn’t know what she was looking for.
The entire room was more or less pitch black and besides a few dark blankets covering similarly dark tables, she saw nothing beyond the perimeter of light that the ritual circle created with its glow. The three flames were still flickering about and the blood beneath had begun to vaporize.
So far, only the spit had managed to cross the threshold… so maybe projectiles could break the stalemate?
But all of them were naked safe for a few pieces of jewelry that had survived the fire. The fact that she hadn’t noticed meant that both ring and collar were still in place and a quick test affirmed her suspicion, making her sigh in relief.
And then, when it seemed as though the stalemate would continue with neither side making any gains, the unconscious woman suddenly jolted to life and before anyone could react, she steadied herself and turned around, punching the winged man right into his manhood.
A high-pitched cry escaped the seraphim’s mouth and he began to stagger about dazedly, causing both Arakiel and Ezekiel to draw in breath while subconsciously shielding their groin, their faces a mask of imaginary pain.
The tall, lithe woman reached for his erect manhood and began to twist it, causing the man to cry out bitterly.
“I will kill you!” She said in a monotonous cold tone and without any mercy, she grabbed the wings and threw him backwards with a surprising amount of strength.
“Oh, oh…” Ezekiel muttered as he took a step backwards. “I think Shem’s mad.”
Arakiel face twisted into one of hurt as the woman called ‘Shem’ pounced onto the disoriented man, repeatedly striking his groin until… it bend.
“Trans’ balls…!” Arakiel winced and muttered as he made a few steps backwards, appearing shaken.
Shem then ripped her sharp nails across her hand, causing blood to flow, after which she buried the nails into…
The bloodcurdling cry that ensued even made Aurora tremble and she averted her eyes, unable to watch any further.
“You little dickless runt! How dare you, how dare you!” The woman screamed lividly, receiving only whimper in return.
“Think you can just force yourself upon me, UPON ME!? I AM AZAZEL’S PROMISED WIFE and I will bloody kill you!”
“Shem, Shem!” Arakiel shouted, yet judging by the sounds, the woman didn’t listen to him as vengeance guided her.
“Serves him right,” Selene eventually stated, but even her voice sounded shaken even if the faintest trace of arrogance remained.
“SHEMYAZA LI AZAZEL!” Arakiel roared, his voice loud enough to briefly overturn the male seraphim’s wails. “You’re killing him!”
“… so?” An ice-cold voice returned and when Aurora took heart and looked, she saw the woman sitting atop a mangled, bloody body that was no longer moving, yet the crimson beneath her was barely more than what covered her. She was blood-splattered all over, but her eyes had begun to glisten in a dark, scarlet hue.
“Archons almighty, Shem!” Arakiel exclaimed while gesturing wildly. “What about the covenant?” He asked out loud.
The woman lightly tilted her head, looking at Aurora’s champion as if he was spouting nonsense. Her voice held an indifferent tone. “Screw the covenant, we can always find more.”
And then she buried her sharp nails in the winged man’s throat.
Aurora heard her and the argent’s champion call out Shemyaza’s name in what might be shock, outrage or perhaps disbelief. She looked away to not witness the winged man’s final moments and although he might’ve deserved it, Aurora didn’t want to see it.
The sound of flesh being pierced was enough to send a shiver down her spine all the way into her wings that began to tremble alongside the rest of her body.
A low death rattle resounded, only to cease almost immediately.
“No, Shem! What the…!” Arakiel’s followed up, with Ezekiel shouting something similar.
And then Aurora noticed how the golden flames that surrounded her and Arakiel began to flicker and from one moment to another, she felt as though she was being burned alive while a nigh overwhelming wave of pain shook her.
She cried out.
Arakiel cried out.
Selene and Ezekiel yelled as well.
The four of them screamed at the top of their lungs as it felt like she was not only being burned alive, but she was also getting flayed in the process.
Outside and inside, sharp and highly concentrated jolts of pain began to wrack her and she fell on her knees as the world around her turned to one of golden flame and judging by Arakiel’s wails, he was suffering a similar event.
And then a loud, piercing shrill resounded from where Shemyaza had been and everything turned golden.