Deamonology: A different Perspective

Arlewen quickly tied Liz's legs apart, looping her rope through the bed frame. Daniel took special relish tying Liz's hands up, grinning as he did so.

“And now for the finishing touch,” I said, summoning the ball gag that Liz had under her bed. Liz recognized it, eyes going wide. I strapped into her, grinning as she whimpered softly. I summoned the strap on, ready to slam this slut. I had a burning desire to slit her from clit to throat and drink the rich blood that would flow forth.

I blinked, stuck dumb as I held the floppy plastic cock. What was I thinking? That was the kind of thoughts a Bloodthirster of Khorn would have, not a Temptress of Slaanesh. I had been the latter for longer than a human could comprehend...but they always say old habits die hard.

“Let me,” Daniel said, grinning as I moved onto the bed, “I want to teach this bitch a lesson she won't forget.”

He started to thrust inside of Liz, banging her hard enough that she strained against the ropes, tears running freely down her face. I turned away from the sight, feeling sick to my stomach. I clenched one of my fists, my claws digging into my palm. I felt a trickle of blood run down my fingers. I was so caught up in...whatever I was feeling, that I jumped when Arlewen lay a cool hand on my arm.

“Lets have some private time,” She said, “I think those two need to work out their desires.”

“What do you know of desires?” I asked, anger suddenly building, “You're a bloodless elf.”

Arlewen took my hand, the one that I had pierced with my own claws. She forced my fingers open, and appraised the self inflicted wound.

“This is a wound of jealousy...but men have needs. Women have needs as well. Come with me.”

Arlewen led me to the shower, closing the door behind her, cutting off the sounds of Daniel's grunts and Liz's stifled sobs. Arlewen looked again at my claw injuries. She did something I would never have imagined. She kissed the lowest wound and slowly ran her tongue up and over my wounds. Arlewen shuddered as she swallowed my blood, her breasts swelling slightly as she did so. I supposed she knew more about daemon magic than I gave her credit for. I filed that information away for later.

“Now,” Arlewen said, “Why are you so possessive of Daniel? I don't think a daemon would care who he slept with, as long as it was evil.”

“Thats a long story,” I murmured. Arlewen grinned, taking one of my nipples between her teeth. She pulled on it slightly and let it go, looking up at me and saying, “I can wait.”

“Of all the races, humans are by far the eldest,” I said. The snooty elf that was in Arlewen reared it's ugly head for a moment. Then she nodded, somewhat sheepishly.

“It's true,” She said, “Human records go back far longer than other races...despite our longevity.”

“I always thought it was because of your longevity,” I said, “Why write something down when you live for five centuries? Why bother recording the past when you can remember it as easily as breathing? But humans live short lives. To them, writing down what they did is...well its as close to immortality as they can get.”

Arlewen nodded, kissing my neck as she did so. She was taking it slow, I noticed, her lips slowly moving down my neck to the rise of my breasts.

“So...you were around during the time of the Ancients?” Arlewen asked, her breath hot on my left tit.

I sighed. “Well...my original vocation was not a Temptress. I was a War Mistress.”

Arlewen started, looking up at me.

“Check my stomach, here and here,” I said, poking two thin lines that crossed my chest. One lengthwise, the other top to bottom, making a semi-cross shape.

“A cross?”

“This was long long before that upstart made the cross important,” I said, “The form the swords...woman was going for was most likely an Ankh.”

“A holy blade?”

“Blessed by Anubis, keeper of the Underworld,” I said, “Stung like all heavenly light. It was my first and last defeat and at the hands of my first and...my first lover.”

Arlewen stood, looking me straight in my eyes. Her eyes shifted, the pupils contracting to something like a cats. I tensed as magic flowed to the elf woman's fingertips. She was feeble, even by non-daemonic standards. But it was enough for her to brush my mind.

“By the ents!” Arlewen breathed taking a step backwards, “You're...you're telling the truth!”

My cheeks burned as I looked away. My tail swished and my quills stiffened as shame burned through my body. She was right. I was telling the truth.

“Tell me everything!” Arlewen said, “And I swear, by the Ents and the Holy Forest, you will be protected!”

“I don't need your protection!” I snapped, grabbing her wrist and pushing her away from me, “My past is my own to take care of. It's my own burden, and I could do without elvish prying!”

Arlewen took a step back wards, fear on her face. She feared I would split her throat with my claws and enjoy the taste of it as she had enjoyed the taste of mine. And, for a moment, I considered it. But I was no longer a Bloodthirster.

“Go...I...I need some time alone,” I said. Arlewen nodded, opening the door. As she stepped out, Daniel stepped in.

“Lyn?” He asked, his brow furrowed as he looked at me.

“What!” I snapped, “Tired of fucking some free whore?”

“Lyn,” He looked hurt. Well...good. Stupid Human, stirring up emotions he had no right too, “Are...are you okay?”

“Yes, I'm fine. It's you who's the problem. You're to much of a sissy to do anything evil and you're too much of a sissy to stay completely good. It's fine while your screwing and fucking, but you can't take a real 'stance' on what you believe! As long as it's fun, you'll do it!”

Daniel opened the door behind him and backed out.

“See!” I shouted, following him, “You're just running away again! It was fine to RAPE Liz as long as I blanked her mind. But god forbid you'd have to actually face the fact that not only did you leave her emotionally scarred for life, but that you ENJOYED IT!”

Liz was sitting up, watching us with expression that fell between disgust, horror and arousal. Arlewen was staring as well, one of her magical pens scribbling madly. Well fuck her!

Daniel pulled his pants on, not looking at me.

“And now you're just running away again,” I continued, “You bound and took Liz again and again. And you both loved it, you both wanted more! But it was fine as long as it's all fun and games. Life is fine when it's all fun and games. Well tough shit!”

Daniel pulled his shirt on. I walked behind him, locking the door with my mind. Daniel stood and walked to the door. When it didn't budge, his shoulders slumped and he turned around.

“What do you want?” He asked, “What got into you?”

“I want you to turn around, look Liz in the face and realize that you've done a great evil...and that you enjoyed every second of it!” I shouted, putting my face right up to his.

Daniel chewed his lip, looking over my shoulder and at Liz.

“I enjoyed it.”

I turned around, realizing that it had been Liz that had spoken.

“It's sick and dirty...but I liked it,” Liz said, her head bowed, “I loved the pain, just like you said...”

I turned to Daniel, who had a damned smile on his face.

“What!” I snapped.

“I love you,” He said.

“SHUT UP!” I shouted.

“I can't help it,” Daniel laughed. I spread my hands, making it quite clear that I was ready to poke his eyes out with my claws.

“Shut up!” I snarled, “Shut up! Shut up!”

Daniel kept laughing despite himself.

Arlewen started to laugh too, for some reason. Liz chuckled throatily, her head still bowed.

“What is so damned funny!” I snarled, grabbing Daniel's shirt and twisting it to strangle him slightly.

“It's just that you're so...so beautiful when you're angry,” Daniel gasped.

I let him go, his shirt slithering out of my fingers. I turned around and walked past Arlewen and Liz, my shoulders slumped.

“Uh...where are you going?” Daniel asked, concerned.

“I need...time alone,” I snapped.

“Wait” Arlewen said, but I was gone before she could say any fucking patronizing comments.

I ended up on my favored moping place. I sat on the rock, looking at the Earth as I did so. Around me was a smoldering crater created by the speed of my 'magical' impact. As the United States had discovered in the sixties, Earth didn't like letting go of space ships leaving the atmosphere. Thats what made the Apollo missions a feat that even I thought was impressive. Earth also didn't like letting go of magic. I realized that I was bone tired, magic gone completely from my body.

The smoking crater warmed me until the magical fires in my belly returned and I could think semi-coherently. I spent the time needed to rekindle my magic watching the earth. I could see the United States , Mexico and Canada, and between them and Europe, I could see Atlantis. The shroud of night was covering Russia and Valenwood, but I could see the lights from the cities in those countries. Well at least from the Russian ones, as the elves were not a big fan of electricity. Other interesting things I picked out were the flaming forges of the Alps, where dwarves continued to make trinkets from the steam age.

I sighed as the day passed, the earth rotating beneath me. I wondered what Daniel was thinking. Maybe he'd keep fucking Arlewen and Liz. Maybe he was wallowing in self pity. It was his damn fault for falling in love.

Something fell onto my hands, freezing cold pricks that made me move from my lethargy. I looked at my hands and saw that they were tears, tears that had frozen while falling from my chin to my hands. I blinked and more tears fell, slowly and strangely in the lunar gravity. The earth rotated again as I sat, crying. My thought processes sped up as my magic rekindled, until I thought at the same speed as most humans. I was still crying. Damn it.

I stood, slowly and creakily. Ice was formed on my body, making me seem more statue than daemon. The nice thing about using one's magic up to nothing and waiting to get it back, was you had time to think about what you were doing. Now I knew what I had to do...no matter how painful.

I concentrated and fell towards the Earth. It was far easier to get back than to get out, as the Earth was grasping, its magical core drawing me back to the land I had started in. I aimed for the ocean and smashed into it, magical fires licking out and scooping water aside. There was a smash and the ocean slammed around me. I floated, wondering what it would be like to drown.

Then I let my magic carry me up and set me on the beach nearest me. I stood, dripping, my body warmed by the atmosphere of the Earth. The moon was cold. That was the only problem, I reflected, with having time to think was when you got back, you were cold.

As I stood, acclimating, a young child ran across the beach.

She saw me and stopped short.

“Mommy! Mommy!” she cried, looking over her shoulder, “There's a strange woman here! She's nekkid!”

Her mother crested the dune that obscured the daughter from the mother. She saw that there was no one on the beach and scolded her daughter for making believe. She didn't notice the strange luminescence in the waters, the odd glow that was left behind by my impact. I concentrated, my magic not quite finished recovering, and with practiced ease, I slipped into Daniel's mind.

What I found was not what I expected.

*** Authors note(2): Haven't guessed what the twist is?

It's told from Lyn's perspective! Now you can cease being confused! Okay, thats just me being belligerent and dumb. I hope you enjoyed out latest escapade. If you want to know exactly what the hell is going on, stay tuned!