SUCCUBUS WHISPER: AN ANGEL'S ERADICATION

The shadows of the evening have stretched thin; the gloom now bares the waifs of ghosts that navigate the highways of the dead.  There is empty moonlight beyond the darkness where unknown spirits dissolve in lost silhouettes of treachery and malignant evil.  Their afterlife unfulfilled; lives lived in powerless submission, oozing clotted tears.  Inhabitants flowering in a supernatural garden of iniquity.

The succubus flows in delicious power among these blossoms.  They shiver as she passes on the phosphorous strings of human souls aglow in this stygian repository; her private collection.  The words of her tongue are salacious venom.  She is "jungle"...dark terror with many eyes.  

"They" are her pets.  Departed men snared in jeweled evil, seductive, cruel and jealous; all vying for her favor.   Some are enfolded in false fable and legend and squirming in the jagged shards of mocking laughter.  She entangles their will and veils true desire.  Malicious, she feeds them greedy lusts extracted from their own illicit origins, nasty pagan rituals, ancient debaucheries and wanton abandon.

These are men caged by her scent, driven mad by the smell of sex, obsession and pungent obscenity.  Soon they will be ready, she need only whisper just one instruction before releasing them to occupy dank alleys, deserted street corners, unlocked doors and open windows where children peacefully sleep unaware of murder.  Oh, how she enjoys the destruction of virtue!

Now she has the ultimate prize!  The angel Leliel, seraphim and King of the Night!  Cast out by the Holy One because he chose to follow Lucifer!  Controller of nightmares and sins of the twilight he thought he could redeem himself and return to the High Place!  She had set the perfect trap: a vampire, a child and a desperate cry of innocence.  Leliel was so fucking predictable!  His capture and enthrallment had been quite easy. But of course, all these "heavenly things" were created with every good intention possible, stupid, insipid creatures!  They'd never take him back, not ever.  Besides, appeasing her lust would take centuries, yes, she had much to teach him!

Suddenly, Angivina's nostrils flair as she "sees" the aroma of the seraphim, a sweet disgusting scent which preceded his appearance.  Damn, not again, this mettlesome, heavenly thing!  He had neutralized all of her shields and destroyed the guards posted at the gate.  She could feel his lethal power long before he appeared. Damn him to hell!

"Why do you invade my sanctuary?!  Evil is exalted here!  Be gone Israfel!  It's not time to blow the trumpet for..."

"Speak not HIS Holy Name, you filth!  Give me Leliel, the Night Angel, NOW and I shall consider leaving this pestilence you call home untouched for the moment, otherwise..."

"HE. IS. MINE!  I will have him as my consort!  Get out!" 

Israfel raised a sardonic eyebrow, every muscle taut and prepared to defend as Angivina began to morph.  Her body, head, teeth and talons twisting and enlarging!  She had taken the form of Bast, the Egyptian Goddess of Pleasure.

Surly she does not think to seduce me, Israfel mused.

No, her final appearance was of a grotesque cat-like creature, winged, armed and ready for combat.

"Leliel, I am here, answer me my brother!" Israfel shouted.

Leliel had great difficulty materializing in the thick perfidious atmosphere of such foul stygian depths.  When he finally appeared he was obviously weak and bleeding from ears and eyes.  He stood trembling... his hands fisting and unfisting in consternation as he tried to focus.

"I have been whispering to him" was Angivina's smirking retort to Israfel's accusing glare.

 "His ears and eyes only bleed when he resists my suggestions.  I've had to make a few adjustments to insure that he can pleasure me sufficiently.  To his credit his resistance was  quite a challenge, but...uh, I have him well in hand now, if you know what I mean."

"Leave me Israfel, she has utterly defiled me!  My sins are soul deep.  I can't return to the Holy Place like this...you know that my friend"

Leliel's voice had changed.  He growled his words.  They seethed and hissed from him;  Israfel could smell their stench! Not a shred of his light remained! Yes, she had corrupted him with an embrace so abysmal and riddled with malignant sorcery Israfel knew he was lost.

"I like what she does, I feel it ravishing me, filling me with lascivious thoughts I am compelled to emulate.  I can't leave this place willingly Israfel; I am snared in her scent. You know what must be done.  Do it or leave me here, I will accept HIS judgment for I am past rescue or redemption."

Israfel nodded in understanding. Placing his hands on Leliel's shoulders, he kissed each darkened cheek in farewell, then, tore him to pieces until nothing remained.  

The screams of Angivina echoed heedlessly as Israfel returned to the army of the angelic hosts.