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You woke up. It was pouring rain. You couldn’t remember why you were here. Your head throbbed as you stared up into the grey sky. You could feel mud sticking to your skin, and your hair. You shivered, sitting up and taking in your surroundings.

It was extremely foggy, you could see maybe about 5 feet or so in front of you. You know you’re outside as you can see the dull grey grass surrounding you. You squint your eyes, despite it being a cloudy day the light still aggravated the throbbing in your head.

You finally stand, your legs shake and threaten to give out, but you do stand. Everything hurts, it feels like you’ve been run over by a truck.

You notice something, your back. Comfortably they sit there, a pair of bright white wings. Well, they would be bright white, but they’re covered in mud and grime. You reach out and touch them. They’re soft and warm. It almost doesn’t feel real, but they are certainly there.

You also finally notice you aren’t wearing any clothes. You wish you could remember what happened.

You begin to step forward. The rain still pelting your body, the wind whips around you, making you even colder. You continued to press forward, the earth sinking under your weight. The fog starts to slowly thin out. You can see the outline of a building.

Filled with a bit of hope, you break out into a sprint. It's dangerous, there’s still not a lot of visibility. But you make it. You realize it’s a church.

The building looms above you, its presence is threatening. It sends a shiver up your spine. The building was made of dark wood, it’s smooth to the touch as you run your fingers over it. The door is built in an archway. You can’t make out what the top of the building looked like because of the fog, but you imagine there’s two massive pillars that make up each side.

You knocked. The wood creaked under the pressure of your rapping. The door opened slowly, a tall man with pale grey skin poked his head out of the door. He looked down at you, his eyes widening as he does. He looked like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

He opened the door wider. It relieved priest clothing, a long black cloth, littered with bits of gold trim.

“God must have blessed me today.” His voice sent chills down your spine. It was off putting, but this was a man of God. You had come to the conclusion you must be an angel, so he would help…right?

“Come child, you’ll catch your death out there.” He motioned for you to come inside the church. You stepped inside.

It was massive. The ceilings felt like they stretched on forever, stained glass artwork of religious symbols plastered the walls of the church. The pues had deep golden velvet cushions on them. They all led to a massive altar. A yellow cloth laid across it, you could also see a small door behind the altar.

“Little star, what brings you to me? A humble priest? Is there a great danger? Are you in great danger?” The man placed a giant hand on the small of your back. He felt cold to the touch. Your feet made a sound that echoed through the halls as the two of you continued to the front of the church.

“I…I can’t remember, Father.” Your voice sounded raspy, like you hadn’t spoken in decades. You realized you needed water at this moment. You wondered why an angel would need to drink water.

He hummed in acknowledgement, his hand sliding up and down your back. It reached the base of your wings. You winced, a sharp pain shooting up through the right one as he played with it. You instinctively pull away, shielding yourself with the left one.

The two of you stare at each other for a long moment, before he speaks, “Little star, I’m not going to hurt you, you’re hurt. Let me help you.”

His voice was soft, but it brung no comfort. You nodded your head, slowly relaxing your body. He continued walking towards the altar. He didn’t move to touch you again, but you assumed you were meant to follow.

The pitter patter of your feet started again as you trailed behind him. The sound echoed off the walls of the church, you could hear your blood roaring in your ears. Your breath felt quick. Something was off, but you weren’t sure what.

You eventually made it to the altar. You climbed the few steps that lead to the stage it sat on. The cloth looked smooth to the touch, you took a moment to admire it. You noticed there was a bible sitting unmoved.

“Here child,” The man’s voice startled you. You turned toward him, he stood much too close. He towered over your small frame. Your eyes darted to his hand, he held a cup of water. You weren’t sure where he had gotten it from. Your hands shot out, they pulled the cup back toward you. You drank it down in one gulp, you’d know you were thirsty, but the water felt like liquid gold at this moment.

“More..” You rasped, pushing the cup back into the man’s giant hand. Your fingers brushed against his, they were cold and clammy. He let out a shaky breath as you brushed against him. You didn’t recognize the expression on his face.

“Of course my child, but let me get you settled first.” He placed his hand onto your back once again. He led you to the door and took out a small key. He fumbled with the lock for a moment before opening the creaky thing. He had to bend down to fit into the doorframe. You stepped through as well.

It was dark inside, it smelled of mildew. You wrinkled your nose a bit and wondered how long it had been since anybody was down here. The man stood behind you, a gentle nudge came from him. You obeyed, stepping down the steps. You notice how humid it was down here, sweat began to bead on your skin.

You finally made it to the bottom, the staircase opened up to a small room. There was a toilet, a dirty stained mattress, a skin, and some chains that were attached to the wall. You tilted your head, not understanding the gravity of the situation.

The man was suddenly on you, he was so much bigger and stronger than you. You fought with all your might, your wings flapping frantically. You saw your white grimy feathers flying away from you. You’d barely made any progress, he just sat, waiting for you to calm down. Once you’d calmed, he scooped you up, placing you gently on the dirty mattress.

He clamped the iron chains on you, humming something you didn’t recognize. You felt hot tears pooling in your eyes.

“W-Why..?” You stammered, the clanking of chains made you wince as you moved to curl yourself into a ball.

“Little star, the moment I laid eyes on you, I fell in love.” The look on the man’s face was wild and feverish. His grey skin was flushed with a deep red, his eyes crazed.

“You…divine creature, were sent here for me, right? You are my prize for my faith. You will serve me as you have served God.” He grasped your hands in his, his breath hot and heavy.

You weren’t sure if that was true, but you weren’t positive that wasn’t true. A man of God would know better than you right?

“Father…are you..sure?” Your voice was small. He nodded vigorously, his smiling becoming even bigger.

“If you serve me as He intended, you will surely go home child. You are a fallen angel, you must have done something to offend Him, but with enough prayer and conviction, you will be forgiven.”

That was more of an explanation than you had, so you accepted this as fact. You must have fallen from Heaven after all, why would you be here on Earth if not. You nod slowly.

“How do I serve you so I can serve God?” You asked, if you had known better you would see the look of lust and sadism in his eyes, but you’d never met a human before, you’d never known such a look.

“We will get you cleaned up, little star, and we will begin your path to forgiveness.”

He then stood up, his frame looking even bigger in this horrid room. You nodded slowly, more tears pricking in your eyes. He laid a gentle hand on your head, before turning and walking towards the door.

“Rest child, for you have a long road ahead,”with that he began to climb the stairs. You could hear his footsteps fading, then nothing at all except your own breathing.

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You don’t know how long it had been, there was not really any way to tell time in a place like this. It was stuffy and cramped. You couldn’t hear anything from the outside world either, you were just alone in the dark with your thoughts.

At some point you heard footsteps, had it been days? Weeks? Who knows. You stood up, you felt a bit faint, you swayed and stumbled, the iron chains clattering against the floor. Then, you saw him, the man. He was so imposing, his presence and his size towered over your form. You stumbled closer to him, you don’t care about anything other than seeing another person. Your voice is raspy as you speak, “Father?”

A smile so sinister for a moment you wanted to be alone again spread across his face. He placed a large hand on your head, stroking your hair.

“My child, are you ready to repent?” His voice filled your ears and rattled in your brain. You nodded eagerly. You wanted to get out of here as soon as possible and go back to wherever you used to call home.

“Kneal.” His command was colder than how he normally spoke, you scrambled to fulfill his request. You kneeled in front of him. He somehow felt even more crushing than he did before. His aura completely consumed you. He reached down to the chains around you, he began to unclick them one by one.

Once unlatched, he spoke again, “Stand.”

With that you stood, your legs felt shaky, but you wanted forgiveness after all. He paced around you, like a predator examining his prey. You became acutely aware of his footsteps on the cool floor. Tap…Tap…Tap… He let out an unsettling purr of satisfaction.

“Star, come.” He beckoned, and you followed him, you both quickly made your way over to the grimey looking tub. You weren’t sure if it was clean, but you guessed it didn’t really matter, whatever he asked you would do.

He turned on the water, you couldn’t see what color it was because of the darkness that surrounded the two of you. Once the tub was filled to an amount he deemed satisfactory, he suddenly grabbed your form. You couldn’t help but tense up as he lifted you into the freezing water.

You let out a gasp as the water froze you to your core. He began to roughly wash your body, all the dirt and grime were scrubbed away. The priest took extra care cleaning your wings, making sure every feather was restored back to their pristine white color.

The bath wasn’t the most comfortable thing, but maybe that’s what you deserved. You were a fallen angel after all…

The man lifted you out of the tub when he was done. You were soaked, he seemed to think for a moment before turning and climbing up the stairs. You considered following after him, but you stayed put, this was your punishment for committing some sort of sin. You’re sure you’ve done something wrong, afterall why would you be here if you didn’t.

A few minutes go by, he descended the stairs, carrying clothes and a towel. He carefully dried you off, once again taking special care of your wings. He doesn’t give you the clothes though, instead he sets them next to his feet, standing in front of you. He placed his hand back on the top of your now dry head.

“Now, for your first lesson.” He purred, stroking your head softly, “Get back down on your knees, child.”

You followed his every instruction, looking up at him as you slowly kneeled back down in front of him. You could hear the clinking of metal, you saw a belt coming off of his pants. He pulled them down, revealing his boxers.

“You may only refer to me as Father, especially while we purge you of your sins.” He let out a grunt, as he pulled down his underwear.

You were unsure what was in front of your face now. It was warm, and unlike anything you’d ever seen. You weren’t sure what he wanted you to do with it.

“Father…what’s this?” Your voice was full of curiosity, you saw a flash of something in his eye, you weren’t sure what it was. If you’d been more experienced you would’ve noticed the sinister pleasure he took in your innocence.

“Your salvation.” He purred, his large hand suddenly grabbing a fist full of your hair. You winced as he pushed your face into the strange organ. It was warm against your cheek. A clear fluid leaked from the slightly pink tip of it.

“Open, child.”

You opened your mouth, you wanted to ask what would happen next, but before you could he shoved it into your mouth. It tasted salty, not bad though. You couldn’t help but gag around the length. Tears welled in your eyes, you placed the palms of your hands on his thighs. You pushed with all your might to pull yourself off of it, but it didn’t matter, he was much stronger than you.

He held your head in place, despite your best efforts. You began to see stars as you couldn’t really breath with it shoved down your throat. He pulled back, letting the length exit the warmth of your throat.

You coughed and sputtered, drool dripping down your chin and on to the cold floor below. He seemed to be waiting for you to catch your breath, just as you began to feel better he shoved it back in. His hips began to thrust it in and out of your throat.

His pace was rough and hard, tears flowed down your cheeks as you tried your best to adjust to all these new sensations. You could feel a weird feeling pooling in your gut. There was a strange warmth in between your legs. You vaguely wondered if that meant your salvation was coming.

You relaxed, letting that thought drive you to get through this ordeal. You felt the thing twitching in your mouth suddenly. You also noticed the priest’s pace faltering. His hips slamming desperately against you.

He suddenly pushed your head hard against his crotch, your nose pressed against his pelvis. You looked up at him, you had no idea that the wrecked tear filled gaze sent him over the edge.

A thick liquid spurted down your throat, it tasted even saltier than the stuff before. He watched you swallow each and every drop before pulling it out. You could hear the man groaning above you, his breath hot and heavy. You felt his legs shaking, his hips bucked desperately as he emptied himself into you.

You coughed and grasped your throat. It was sore from the rough treatment, your mouth felt like it was coated with the stuff that came out. You looked up at him again. He finally let your hair go.

“Good, you did well.” He kneeled down to your level, gently placing his hand back on your head and petting it. “You’re on the right track, the better you get at this the faster you will reach your salvation.”

You looked up at him, tilting your head in confusion. He continued, “My star, you are pleasing a man of God, therefore that brings you closer to God. The more you please me and make me happy, the more God will be happy.” You nodded slowly, that did make sense. God spoke through him after all, so this must be the truth.

You smiled, “I hope that made him happy.”

The Priest gave you a knowing smile.

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“HERESY!!”

“THEY MUST BE CAST OUT AT ONCE”

“WHAT A DISGRACE OF AN ANGEL”

Your vision was blurry, you managed to keep your breath even. Despite your heart racing out of control. Your outward appearance is cold and collected. You stare at a figure, you can not make out who. The name ran just outside of your memory.

“Y/N, as an…..you should know better… falling in love with ... its heresy” The ringing in your ears cut off some of the figures words. You are surprised to hear yourself speak. Your voice is even.

“How could love ever be a sin? Does it matter who it is between? Our very existence is love. If this love is hersey. Then cast me out. Strip me of my status, my memories, my identity. I assure you that is a better fate than living a life without this love.”

You wake in a cold sweat. Your eyes scan the room wildly. For a moment you don’t know where you are, then it all crashes back in.

You're in a basement, his basement. These cleansing had been occurring for the past few days. You guessed it must be working, as you dreamt of your past. You sat up slowly, your head pounding from the flashback.

Peter carefully watched you from a seat not too far. You were surprised by his presence. It hadn’t been the first time you caught him watching you. You stood up, knees wobbly, and made your way over to him.

“I saw something..” Your voice felt hoarse. It was more of a wheeze than a sentence. Peter offered you a glass, you were surprised. Maybe he knew this was going to happen. You greedily drank down the water.

“I did something…wrong. I guess we knew this already..” you paused, watching his expressions closely, “I stood up for something I believed in..” You found yourself moving to sit in his lap. You found comfort in his warmth.

You leaned into his chest, breathing in his scent. You closed your eyes, enjoying the moment, listening to his heart beat faster and faster. You could see the Priest’s hands shaking as he moved to place them on to you. As if you’d break if he was too rough. He brushed his fingers through your feathers. He seemed to be deep in thought.

“I think…it’s time.” His voice was soft. He stood up, holding you bridal style as he placed you down gently onto the mattress. You looked up at him, your eyes full of innocence and curiosity. You weren’t sure what was to happen next, but you were curious.

This was the first time you ever saw the man so nervous. At least that’s what you thought was going on. His hands shook, his breath hitched, as he moved towards your clothes. He slowly peeled off the layers until you were bare. This wasn’t the first time he’d done this, so you sat back and allowed it.

His hands moved across your skin with a feverish intent. Each touch forced a small gasp or whine from you. It felt like every part his fingertips brushed lit a fire under your skin.

You watched him pull back and fumble with his belt buckle. Once again, he’d been putting that thing in your mouth for the past few days. Once he took the strange organ out again, you automatically opened your mouth, ready for another cleansing. He shuddered at your obedience.

“My beautiful star…” He breathed out, his fingers working his way into your mouth. That was a first. You brushed your tongue against them, he pressed them deeper into your throat. You squirmed at how uncomfortable it was, he cut off your oxygen. After a few moments he pulled his fingers back, allowing you to gasp for air.

“F-Father..” You choked out. He flashed a sadistic grin, and moved in between your legs. The thing twitched, as he spread open your thighs. You lifted your hand to your mouth, feeling embarrassed to be in this position. You weren’t sure why, but you were.

The heat between your legs grew stronger as he stared at you. You felt a warm sticky substance begin to work its way from the warmth and onto your thighs.

“A..ah..f-father…”

He pressed the tip against your entrance before he began to press himself deeper and deeper inside.

“I-It hurts!” You began to feel a splitting pain, like you were being torn in half. You began to push back against him. He roughly grabbed your wrists with one hand and pinned them above your head.

“Hush child, I am cleansing you of your sins. You did this to yourself. You got yourself cast out. You must please me to make up for your sins, right? Asking for forgiveness hurts sometimes. You flog yourself, you work yourself half to death, but right now…what I am telling you to do to be allowed forgiveness is to allow me to cleanse you from the inside out.” His breath was shaky, he slammed his hips down into you, forcing the rest of the length deep inside. You screamed, sweat coating your entire body. It hurt.
“Be grateful you don’t have to do those things, child. You just have to sit here, and take it.” He groaned as he began to thrust in and out of you. If it were a bit lighter you would’ve noticed a bit of red mixing with your and his fluids.

The pain began to subside, and an intense pleasure began to take hold. You tried not to scream as his member slammed into every sensitive part of your insides. He used his other palm to cover your mouth. You moaned loudly into it.

“There…child, my beautiful star..fu-..fuck you feel so tight..f..ah..you wanted this didn’t you. You little tease..acting all coy, but you're clamping down so tight..ha..ah..you want this as much as I want this.”

You didn’t really understand his words. You were lost in the light of new found pleasure. At some point he removed his hand from your mouth. The moans and pleas flowed freely from your lips. He reached down and teased the lump between your folds.

You thought it couldn’t get any better, but shocks of pleasure shook your body as he roughly rubbed it.

The heat around your body suddenly condensed in your gut. You felt the pressure building, faster and faster, until it snapped. Your body convulsed and shuddered. Your back arched, you felt feelings you had no idea were possible.

You felt the man above you fill your insides. His hips roughly slammed into you, each thrust coaxing a groan from his lips. He called your name like a prayer.

The glow you felt after sure felt like you were being cleansed. So you assumed the father was right. Everytime you began to doubt him he always proved you wrong.

He took his hand off your wrists and pulled himself out of you. You felt a mixture of his fluids and yours gushing out of you. It didn’t matter though, you felt compelled. You leaned up and pressed your lips against his.

“Father, please save me.”

“Of course, my star.”

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You weren’t sure how many days had passed by like this. The priest fucked into you almost everyday, sometimes even multiple times a day. You grew accustomed to this routine. You almost forgot entirely about your home or the strange nightmares you had been having.

Until one day there was a change. The man had made his way down stairs, he looked cheerful, his expression full of something you weren’t very familiar with. It was new, though. He carefully helped you up off of the stained mattress and began to dress you in robes.

He hid your halo with a veil, your wings were tucked carefully into the robes. This was the first time you’d been dressed in God knows how long. You felt a bit uncomfortable in the clothes, but you listened. Afterall, all The Father had done was help you.

He led you up the long spiraling staircase as he spoke, “My dear Starlight, you have proven yourself, I think it's time to expand your treatment. You’ve done so well. I can see the sin is leaving your body.”

A flush creeped on your cheeks. He had a way with words that was comforting to you. You could help but avoid his gaze after those words. A feeling of content filled your chest, you’re being cleansed, you’re one step closer to going home!

A small pang of sadness shot through the joy you felt…you’d no longer see the priest who’d helped you out. How could you ever repay him? You stopped walking for a moment. He turned towards you, surprised.

“My child, what is it?”

“Father…when I’m no longer such a sinful creature…will I not have to return to heaven?” Your voice sounded small, you should feel happy, but all you felt was dread. He’d kept you in the dark, on a tiny mattress, you knew it was deserved but it still was awful. You should want to go back to the soft warmth of the sun on your wings and the comfort of the clouds on your skin.

“...We will see.”

The silence after his words stretched on, it felt suffocating, but eventually the stairs ended and the small door stood in the way. You felt your heart racing, you were not sure why you felt all these awful and scary feelings. You should want to leave..you should want to be outside. Your body shook, you reached out and clung to the priest’s robes.

He looked down at you, a flash of something sadistic spread across his face, but it was gone in an instant. He gently petted your head and unlocked the door. The church was still empty, rows of pews and a great hall stood before you. You weren’t sure how long it had been since you last saw this sight.

“My Light, you will help me serve other sinners in guiding them to God’s love, this will be your final lesson before you can be fully cleansed.”

You nodded your head, a bit anxious about being around so many people, but you knew this was for your own good.

A few days went by like this, you helped around the Church, caring for children who couldn’t sit still during the sermons, cleaning up after services, and sometimes the priest even let you take confessions. You tried your best to help everyone you met and be as friendly as possible.

You’d finally learned the man’s name. Overhearing one of the many conversations he’d have after his service, you heard someone call him “Peter.” He seemed to wince at the name, so you decided not to call him that.

Once the day was done he would lead you down the spiraling stairs. He’d give you a bath, sometimes he’d make you do more things to his body, sometimes he wouldn’t. Then you’d go to sleep.

It was another rainy day, you enjoyed hearing the rain hit the large windows of the church. Your attention snapped to the big heavy doors, you heard a knock. Peter moved quickly to open the door slightly and peer out.

You had no reason to question or look so you kept sweeping the floors of the church. You then heard something you’d never heard before, Peter raising his voice.

“What?! How am I supposed to believe that? You two deserve to be in a hospital..” He hissed. Your eyes snapped up to the door, you could see at least one person standing out in the rain. You made your way slowly over to Peter, each step felt heavier and heavier as you made your way.

Peter was shoved out of the way, you’d made it about half way down the middle of the church, your own anxiety causing you to move much slower than you meant to.

“Y/N, it's good to see you well.” Two people stood in front of you, they seemed extremely familiar, but you couldn’t remember anything about them.

The man was tall, he had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. A long dark brown robe covered most of his body and most of his face. The person that stood next to them was dressed in more commoner’s clothing, long black slacks with an off white top.

“Oh my God, Y/N, you look..” They trailed off, sadness and guilt spread across their face, while the tall man in robes expression remained neutral.

“Hey, the church is closed.” Your attention snapped back to Peter who was still near the door. He began to make his way over to you and the two new people, however the tall man removed his cloak.

You let out a small gasp, a pair of beautiful white angel wings sprouted from his back, just like yours. Peter stopped in his tracks, a look of confusion and panic struck across his face.

“Y/N, I know you’re confused,” He gently placed his hand on your cheek, “but we’ve been looking for you.” He motioned over to the other person standing next to him.

“My name is Don, I am a high arch angel, this is TK,” they gave a small wave, “they were once your lover.”

Your eyes widened in shock. This was the person from your nightmares, the one who got you casted out from Heaven. Anger washed over you, no no you wanted nothing to do with this person.

You shoved past Don and Tk and ran right into the arms of Peter. He looked surprised for a moment, before his normal determiner returned. He put a hand on your head, ruffling your hair.

“You are…so good…so so good..” He mumbled, his breath was picking up, but he managed to hold it together.

“Sooo, seems like they want to stay with me, that’s too ba-”

“Slience.” Don’s voice boomed throughout the church, you snuggled into Peter more for comfort.

“You, demon, are not a part of this, you’ve done more than enough damage. We should have never casted Y/N out…it was a mistake. Please, you must come home and return to your rightful place. We hoped bringing TK here would help you feel more…at ease..I see that was a bad idea.”

TK looked hurt, but didn’t say a word. The four of you stood for a long moment, the silence stretching out. Peter let out a soft laugh, before pulling you tighter into his grasp.

“Fine. The jig is up. But they’re mine.” He moved your robes up to your tummy, lifting them with a swiftness you’d never seen him use before. You squeaked feeling exposed, your underwear covered you, but TK and Don still looked shocked.

A little bit above your panties was an intricate marking, it glowed softly on your skin. You weren’t sure when that got there. Has it always been there? What is going on..? Your brain was flooded with questions, Don let out an angry growl, storming over to Peter. He knocked you on to the ground.
He grabbed Peter and slammed him against the church walls. You reached out to stop him but TK was wrapped around you in an instant, crying and holding you tightly.

“L-Let me go! Get off of him!” You struggled against their grasp to no avail.

“I..I should’ve never let you go…oh..oh God what is that..what did that thing do to you?” TK was fully sobbing, shaking while they cried.

Peter laughed through all the chaos, shoving Don off of him. You could see the pair fighting from where you were being held on the floor. You struggled and fought with all your might but it was no use.

Tears streamed down your face, and everything began to fade away. You felt desperate and scared, but the darkness that was consuming your vision felt comforting. You heard TK chanting more apologizes, but it didn’t matter. Everything began to feel so far out of reach.

You let the darkness take you, hoping you’d wake up in a better place.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been out for. You woke up back in the cellar, the lights were blinding, there were lights down here? You blinked trying to adjust to the brightness.

You tried to move, but you were strapped down to…something? You could feel a smooth stone under your skin and wings. You weren’t really afraid. Why would you be? It was the cellar you’d been kept in for months..

“I’ve had enough of this.” You heard Peter’s voice, and more movement.

“I tried to tell you both peacefully that they’re mine, but you didn’t listen.”

You heard him cycling around you, his fingers trailed against your skin. They were warm, much warmer than you’d remembered them being.

“So. I guess I’ll have to prove it to you. I didn’t want to do this till my star was ready, but you’ve left me no choice.”

Peter’s hands slid up the sides of your thighs, the sensation felt amazing, it left you wanting so much more. You’d never had those urges before.

“I’m turning them into a fallen angel, they’ll be my property forever that way, right?”

Your head slowly turned to the side as you saw TK and Don. Don looked awful, burn marks and a broken wing seemed to be the worst of the damage. He was tied up with some sort of weird rope. You weren’t sure what it was exactly, but it seemed like it was something he couldn’t break out of. TK was just tied with a regular rope.

You felt a wave of pleasure as Peter ran his hands across your bare chest. Don looked beyond angry, TK looked terrified.

“I didn’t want to do this in front of an audience, my love. But it seems as though we have no choice.”

Your eyes met Peter’s, they were beautiful, they’d always been a lovely shade of blue but they almost looked on fire now. Had Peter really been a demon this whole time..?

Did it matter?

It’s too late now, you’ll be his soon enough.