Deamology: Salvation

Emily opened the door to my dorm room, grinning at me. I felt a tug on my heart, seeing that grin. It was so hopeful, so pleasant, I wanted to make Emily happy...just to see that smile. But it was a urge that had nothing to do with my pants, or the dropping of them. It had more to do with a pleasant glow in my heart and a slight dryness in my mouth. 

“Come en,” Emily said, sliding into my room. I followed her, wondering what this was all-

Emily pulled her shirt off. I stared. She wore a lacy white bra, pushing her nicely rounded chest upwards. Her skin was pale, perfect and smooth. Emily blushed at my stair, looking away. 

“Gosh,” She murmured, “Please...don't think like that. Yea makin me nervous, yea are.” 

“I can't help it,” I said, dazedly. 

“Tis is nea what I wanted to show yea,” Emily said, her eyes still closed. She crossed her arms over her chest, sucked in air and.

A fluttering sound made me step backwards. Two long, brown gray wings snapped out from her back, brushing the sides of the room, stretching to an incredible length.

“Holy s...s...s,” I trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. Emily continued blushing. If anything she blushed harder, her face beat red. 

“Wh...Why?” I asked, staring at her. Emily was glowing, I realized, her skin slowly becoming more and more golden. She opened her eyes and seemed to notice her glow. She relaxed and her wings slowly folded back into her back. Once they were gone, hidden away...somehow, Emily picked up her shirt and pulled it on.

“Why are you here?” I asked, still staring. 

“Yea been consorting with the Daemon Lyndanne, ain't yea.”

“Maybe,” I said, my stomach churning, “But, I-”

“Yea raped ah woman, didn't yea,” Emily said, her voice becoming darker.

“Yes,” I said, looking at my feet. 

“Thats a start,” Emily said, looking away, “But I dinnah come for yea's salvation.”

“Yea...I mean you didn't?” I said, shocked. 

“I came for her,” Emily said, her eyes glowing as she said 'her'. 

I sat down on my bed, eyes wide. My jaw was gaping open, staring at the angel that stood before me. Emily must have realized her eyes were glowing, as she blinked sheepishly, shaking her head. The glow went away. 

“I'm...just...going to sit here until you explain.”

“Ack!” Emily hawked and spat out the window. Then she sat down next to me. “Right. Now i'am going to get inta some real deep, philosophical type stuff here, so better clear out yea ears.” 

I nodded.

“So, ten...fifteen years ago there was this angel who was sent down here and married a mortal. 'er name was Angelica and she married a 'ery nice, nice man and they lived happily ever after. And...” She trailed off.

“And,” I prompted her.

“Well...she's one of our best angels, still is. But, see, we've only managed to raise five daemons from their pits, and even so they stayed daemons. They just were 'nice' daemons. Now 'tha only thing that can change a daemon to a teifling-”

“A what?” 

“A half daemon. In yea case, she'd have just 'ta tail and naught else.”

“Right.”

“So we need ta change Lyn's fundamental nature. Now yea know all about tat-”

“Er...nay. I mean, no.”

“Yea a deamonologist, no?” 

“Er...no.”

Emily stared at me. “Oh.” she said. “Then listen up. A daemon is a negative emotion given form. Lust, wrath, greed...so on. An angel is a positive emotion, given form. Love, kindness, so on.”

“And you are?” 

“Love,” Emily said, “I love everyone and anyone I see. Course, I can not love, if I choose...but I have so much, why be stingy?” 

“Why be?” I murmured, “So you want to raise Lyn from daemon form? Why?” 

“Cuase you did half the work all ready,” Emily said, leaning in, “She's already losin 'er quills. Once she loses all of 'er quills, she'll be a half daemon and yea can make sure she stays that way.”

“Not to sound cold,” I said, still a bit suspicious, “But...why Lyn?” 

“Why Lyn?” Emily stared at me, her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open, “Why Lyn! Do yea know what she is?” 

“I thought she was a deamonette, you know a lesser-”

Emily kissed me, leaning in. Her lips were delightfully soft, and just touching lips made my hair stand on end. Electricity ran through me and a small tent sprung up over my crotch. Emily moved away, not pressing her tongue into me. 

“What was that for?” 

“Yea lucky,” Emily said softly, “Yea lucky that yea don't know what Lyn is or yea would never fall in love wit her. Share lips, share luck, thats how it goes.”

“What are you talking about?” 

“Lyn...she-”

Lyn arrived, slamming into my mind like a lightning bolt. If anything, my cock got harder as I was bowled back into my bed, Lyn's hands on my chest, her legs spread over mine as she grinned at me, her tail swishing in the air. Emily had vanished. 

Lyn's smile vanished as well as she stared at me. She sniffed, looking around, her tail slowing down. I noticed how close she was to me, how soft her skin was, how hot her skin, her flesh was. Literally hot, as in I could feel her through my clothes. 

“I smell something,” Lyn said, her voice low.

“What?” I asked, sitting up.

“I smell something...angelic,” Lyn said, looking at me, “What...what are you hiding from me?”

“Nothing,” I lied. 

Lyn grabbed my shirt coller, twisting and almost picking me off the bead. I grinned, never loving Lyn more than at that moment. 

“What's...what's this feeling?” Lyn murmured, her eyes going a bit wide, “What are you...there's an angel here, isn't there?” 

“Yes,” I said.

Lyn sighed, “Come out, angel...I'm not gonna kill you.” 

“I'm not afraid,” Emily was suddenly sitting next to us, glowing softly. I looked at Lyn and saw that her body was slowly sucking light, bending space. It was like an...anti-glow, for Emily's glow. 

“You should be,” Lyn said, moving backwards, off me, one of her hands bared in a claw shape, her fingernails slowly growing longer. 

“I know who you are, Lyndanne, Burner of Rome, Sacker of Constantinople and Blower Up-er of Cairo” Emily's voice was soft, knowing. “And I know why you are a acting the slut, working to steal souls with body rather than sword. I know, yea see.”

“What is she talking about?” I asked, looking at Lyn. 

“Nothing,” Lyn said, “angels lie more th-”

“Yea love him!” Emily grinned, “And yea walked RIGHT into it!”

Lyn stared at the angel, eyes wide. Her anti-glow vanished, like a soap bubble popping. Her tail lashed slowly. 

Emily giggled, “See, why would a daemon want to hide her past from someone she's trien to take a soul from? Why! Because she cares what he thinks about her. And Lyn is strong enough to SUCK a soul out with her mind, but she's been dillying and dallying with dates and three somes, fake-rape-”

“Shut up!” Lyn hissed. 

“Yea love him!” Emily said in a sing song voice, dancing around Lyn. Lyn stood, her tail lashing, staring at the angel. 

“Do you love me?” I asked. 

Lyn stared at me, her jaw locked. 

“Because I love you,” I said.

“I love yea too,” Emily said, “I love everyone, though.”

Lyn hissed, her tail stopping. She murmured something. 

“Eh?” Emily cocked her ear, “I dinna hear that.” 

Lyn grabbed the angel by the shoulders and hissed, “I...love...him.”

“Cool, cool. Now tell it ta 'im.” Emily jerked her head to me. 

“I...can't,” Lyn whispered, her voice nearly inaudible. 

Emily leaned in slightly and kissed her, softly. Lyn's quills puffed straight out and her tail lashed madly. Emily slowly broke the kiss, smiling at Lyn. 

“Courage...fer you.” 

Lyn nodded and turned to me, and took her tail in her hands, playing with it as she looked at her feet. 

“I...I love you,” She said. Something strange happened. Lyn's form seemed to become sharper, as if she was more real. A moment later her quills slid out of her back and fell to the ground with a soft patter. Lyn's hair bled of color until it was simply black. She opened her eyes and looked at her hands, now without claws. Lyn bit her lip, her tail lashing madly.

“Ye did it!” Emily smiled. “Ye rose above what made yeh.” 

“I...I feel better,” Lyn said, looking at Emily, her cheeks reddening slightly, “I feel...much much better!” 

“Tis because yer a human now. As a daemon, you felt things for thousands of years. As a human, you're feeling things for the first time.” 

“Oh,” Lyn said, looking at me. “Daniel...what do you think?” 

“I think your beautiful,” I murmured, staring at Lyn. I had been staring at Lyn for the entire humanizing proses. I stood and grabbed Lyn from around the back, pulling her into a kiss. My tongue forced into her mouth and I ran my hands up her smooth, smooth back. Her skin felt so smooth and soft to my fingers. Lyn snarled at the back of her throat, her tail wrapping around my leg. I broke the kiss and she gasped, “I love you.” 

“Feels good, doesn't it?” Emily asked, grinning at us. 

“Oh yes,” Lyn hissed, her hand snaking down and unzipping my fly. My cock sprang into the open air, but Lyn's hand instead went to the button keeping my jeans together. My jeans slid off my ass and I kicked it away. Lyn got on her knees and grabbed my cock with her hands, pumping it with her right hand as she took my sack in her mouth. I gritted my teeth, hearing Emily gasp.