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Nox gave a slightly appreciatative glance to the female, and then moved to the frail angel who's hands had instantly moved to her would be eyes. The fingers bent into seemingly claw like figures as she attempted to bloody her features even more. Kneeling down in front of the woman those long fingers wrapped around the delicate wrists of the pale female, restraining the hands from further doing damage. The woman was hell bent on damaging the eyes, perhaps why they'd allready been displaced from their most commonly seen holes. Taking a deep, steadying, breath the Demon gathered the female Angel into his lap, and then turned his head slightly to look at Gechina.
"Whatever you see. Don't touch us. It'll do you no good." The words weren't harsh, but rather a gentle command. It was true, the strain that he was going to go through himself was some what alarming and he wondered if it were possible had he not feasted earlier. Then again, it was no small feat to do what he was going to. Invading a human mind was much simpler, but an angelic one. They lived for ages, not only that but they had so many different things happening inside of one skull. The downfall, perhaps, of being near immortal with a cranium that could hold so much. Those dark eyes turned back to the small woman in his lap.
The hands about those wrists were a massive contrast to the female, nearly as different as white and black which is very much like what the two where. The tanned digits were removed from about the wrists, which began to move toward those bloody marks only to be stopped as Nox pulled her upright to him regretting what he was about to do. Those silken lips pressed against the angel's, and for a moment there was absolutely nothing until the demon released what he'd gathered in those lips of his. Contact, passion. Lust. Things Nox most often worked from, and the kiss was a symbol, of sorts, of passion and lust.
Thus the contact was made through it, and that bolt of energy thrust into Alexus via the lips. It surged into her, and her body stilled against his, seeming to mold against him as the hands now worked their way around him and huggedh im tightly. The eyes of Nox remained open, until he felt the female body fold against him no longer attempting to tear at old wounds. The kiss grew warm, each of their lips a gathering point for assorted energies at that moment, and because of this Nox acted using his practiced abilities before the fragile female got the chance. The process was tedious, but happened in a matter of seconds.
The mental walls which most normal angels might have were not in place, but rather the mind was laid bare to any who dare to view it. It seemed like a vortex of swirling chaos, nothing he could make sense of and yet obviously a source of great turbulance to the owner. Pushing through the chaos, the images, the mind was in an uproar. The screams were caused due to the visions, they were causing a type of overload effect that would have sent a mere mortal into the open plains of insanity. To the mind Nox began to speak gentle words, attempting to sooth the panic.
Alexus had felt the presence leave, only because it had been a sort of support even if the mortals words had been lost on the woman. The new support, though, was tougher and pulled her about as she whimpered attempting still to gouge out eyes that were no longer in existance. The body was hot, much like a fire might be, and odd. Different then the human one, the soft one. Contact, Alexus felt it and instantly stiffened as she felt those firey hot lips against her own. Then it came, the slight jolt and an instant attraction to the body she felt herself pressed against. The images were swirling, still, predominate in her mind but the contact and energy were directed towards the body she was in, not the mind. Words, soft words, speaking to her the comfort of life. How to forget the images. They penetrated the storm, but it mattered not, as the lives of past swarmed over them like angry bees and then swallowed them up. Useless to the female.
It wasn't working, Nox though, and began to put a bit of pressure against the mind he was seeing. Not the type of pressure one might feel from diving deep into the waters of the Earth, but a type of pressure using his own energies.
The images seemed to be tangled into the mind itself, like trees growing rooted and they weren't about to be pushed back down into the gray matter that was her mind with a few calming words. Perhaps what would cure the poor soul would be a clensing of the mind. Although this would require a good amount of power from the Angel herself, and that was nothing Nox could assist with.
The pressure continued to build, and the words were more forcefull this time. Each entity of some power had a sort of mental limit that kept them from flooding their bodies with large amounts of power constantly. As this could wear on a mortal form, as well as scare them. "Let go, let it go. The energy, free it. Flood them out." The pressure continued to build, it was more force then what he would ever attempt to use on another mind. But this one seemed to be able to handle a large amount of force, as well as chaos inside of it.
Alexus's body arched slightly against Nox's, the pressure was there for sure becoming a strong factor as the images moved from face to face. Life after life. But the pressure wasn't from them, not from the faces. Focusing, slightly, on this unknown entity Alexus would have gasped had those lips not been captured by a demon. Images began to move into her mind, because of the focus.
Whatever it was, this force, it was open to her senses and at the moment that revolved around the swarm of energies. Of faces. The demon stood, next to a throne carved of bones that seemed to be nothing a natural mortal possessed. Each bone coated in a seemingly dried layer of blood and upon it rested a figure that was hazy, at best, but spoke in a clear and firm voice demanding that the Demon named Nox be tamed, put in the 'Chamber' and tamed. It moved, and then a handsome figure was stretched out on a bristling surface.
Upon closer inspection the surface was a thick layer of glass shards, each shard pointing upwards and piercing the dark flesh of the demons body, dark crimson blood coating the sides of shard after shard. A leggy female rested on the edge of the slab (the only part without glass), a long leather weapon in her hand, the end of it braided with what seemed to be metal spikes. Blood red finger nails were extended, and drug down the flesh of his back, over the markings of his wings. No noise came from the form, but the woman herself laughed heartily as it moved from the slab, turning on spiked heels and reaching an arm back, flicking her wrist forward and landing those hideious spikes against that lovely flesh...
The image changed, now the same demon who'd been on the table now rested on a bed of rock, each edge seeming to be jagged and hardly acceptable for a sleeping on. But the demon did it, or at least his eyes were closed. Then a figure came into view, it was the same female from before, the one with the blood nails. Sauntruring over to the male, she drug her nails down the exposed chest now, although it seemed to have healed it was hardly something that looked enjoyable for the male. Nox opened those eyes, staring at the female and then turned his head slightly not moving his body an inch. The female straddled him, her long legs on either side of him as she bent her torso down and then dug elognated teeth into the flesh of his chest.
A whimper came to her lips, against Nox's, and the hands tightened their grip about the demon man. The words, they came now, penetrating the horrid images of torture, or the begining of torture. Flush it out, flush it. Flush it. Had she ever done it? No. Flood. The energy. Focusing on that energy, attempting to push away from the now ugly scenes that were swirling she found it. Focusing, harder, she pushed herself into it. The body against Nox's, still arched against him, changed. The soft pale skin began to glow, the wounds on the face healed instantly and the clothes hiding the back were ripped open as two large wings sprouted from the back of the fragile woman each feather are pure as new fallen snow. Alexus had flooded the power, but now it had no where to go, it was filling her and the images had thankfully been washed away in the tide. Pushing that energy she forced it into the only outlet she had, Nox.
Nox ripped his lips away from Alexus in a vain attempt to halt what was going to happen, throwing himself back from the frail form only to end up on his hands and knees his eyes opened and wide as they stared at the floor, their whites covered by each color they contained. The skin of Nox, rather then glow, seemed to emit and odd appearing darkness, nearly like a thick black fog was rolling off of his skin. A giant hole was ripped in the back of his shirt and two massive bat like wings were spread behind him. The angel's power had flooded him, but since it was unnatural his body had instantly converted it and then it'd had no place to go in the system he'd had set up.
His 'flood' control had been top knotch, not meant for more power then what he'd been using and now he was completely and utterly full. Gasps were coming from his mouth, and he heard them mimiced by the female on the other side. It seemed she'd released it into him, not knowing exactly where to put it. Turning his head slightly, those solid eyes looked at Gechina. Would she run, now? Fearing what her new beau had become? Or was? Snapping his head forward once more, Nox slowly pushed himself upwards feeling in every muscle the estacy of the power. The angel had bared her wings, and seemed to glow from her skin as well. Some of the energy needed to bleed off before he returned to what one might call 'normal' so he would either have to expend a serious amount or wait.
Alexus remained on the floor, taking in the sounds and sensations. The floor was cushioned, a soft material yet not soft enough to be a bed. Cloth against cloth, breathing, someone was moving. Two people, a demon and human. In the room. Shivering slightly the female raised her sightless gaze to the room stretching those beautiful wings behind her as she did, her hands going to hug herself. It was the most wonderfull feeling she'd felt in decades! The release, it was great! How had she not done this before? The images were gone, purged by the pure flame of her own abilities. She was now at full working capacity.
(Don't laugh, I'll hurt you!)
"Whatever you see. Don't touch us. It'll do you no good." The words weren't harsh, but rather a gentle command. It was true, the strain that he was going to go through himself was some what alarming and he wondered if it were possible had he not feasted earlier. Then again, it was no small feat to do what he was going to. Invading a human mind was much simpler, but an angelic one. They lived for ages, not only that but they had so many different things happening inside of one skull. The downfall, perhaps, of being near immortal with a cranium that could hold so much. Those dark eyes turned back to the small woman in his lap.
The hands about those wrists were a massive contrast to the female, nearly as different as white and black which is very much like what the two where. The tanned digits were removed from about the wrists, which began to move toward those bloody marks only to be stopped as Nox pulled her upright to him regretting what he was about to do. Those silken lips pressed against the angel's, and for a moment there was absolutely nothing until the demon released what he'd gathered in those lips of his. Contact, passion. Lust. Things Nox most often worked from, and the kiss was a symbol, of sorts, of passion and lust.
Thus the contact was made through it, and that bolt of energy thrust into Alexus via the lips. It surged into her, and her body stilled against his, seeming to mold against him as the hands now worked their way around him and huggedh im tightly. The eyes of Nox remained open, until he felt the female body fold against him no longer attempting to tear at old wounds. The kiss grew warm, each of their lips a gathering point for assorted energies at that moment, and because of this Nox acted using his practiced abilities before the fragile female got the chance. The process was tedious, but happened in a matter of seconds.
The mental walls which most normal angels might have were not in place, but rather the mind was laid bare to any who dare to view it. It seemed like a vortex of swirling chaos, nothing he could make sense of and yet obviously a source of great turbulance to the owner. Pushing through the chaos, the images, the mind was in an uproar. The screams were caused due to the visions, they were causing a type of overload effect that would have sent a mere mortal into the open plains of insanity. To the mind Nox began to speak gentle words, attempting to sooth the panic.
Alexus had felt the presence leave, only because it had been a sort of support even if the mortals words had been lost on the woman. The new support, though, was tougher and pulled her about as she whimpered attempting still to gouge out eyes that were no longer in existance. The body was hot, much like a fire might be, and odd. Different then the human one, the soft one. Contact, Alexus felt it and instantly stiffened as she felt those firey hot lips against her own. Then it came, the slight jolt and an instant attraction to the body she felt herself pressed against. The images were swirling, still, predominate in her mind but the contact and energy were directed towards the body she was in, not the mind. Words, soft words, speaking to her the comfort of life. How to forget the images. They penetrated the storm, but it mattered not, as the lives of past swarmed over them like angry bees and then swallowed them up. Useless to the female.
It wasn't working, Nox though, and began to put a bit of pressure against the mind he was seeing. Not the type of pressure one might feel from diving deep into the waters of the Earth, but a type of pressure using his own energies.
The images seemed to be tangled into the mind itself, like trees growing rooted and they weren't about to be pushed back down into the gray matter that was her mind with a few calming words. Perhaps what would cure the poor soul would be a clensing of the mind. Although this would require a good amount of power from the Angel herself, and that was nothing Nox could assist with.
The pressure continued to build, and the words were more forcefull this time. Each entity of some power had a sort of mental limit that kept them from flooding their bodies with large amounts of power constantly. As this could wear on a mortal form, as well as scare them. "Let go, let it go. The energy, free it. Flood them out." The pressure continued to build, it was more force then what he would ever attempt to use on another mind. But this one seemed to be able to handle a large amount of force, as well as chaos inside of it.
Alexus's body arched slightly against Nox's, the pressure was there for sure becoming a strong factor as the images moved from face to face. Life after life. But the pressure wasn't from them, not from the faces. Focusing, slightly, on this unknown entity Alexus would have gasped had those lips not been captured by a demon. Images began to move into her mind, because of the focus.
Whatever it was, this force, it was open to her senses and at the moment that revolved around the swarm of energies. Of faces. The demon stood, next to a throne carved of bones that seemed to be nothing a natural mortal possessed. Each bone coated in a seemingly dried layer of blood and upon it rested a figure that was hazy, at best, but spoke in a clear and firm voice demanding that the Demon named Nox be tamed, put in the 'Chamber' and tamed. It moved, and then a handsome figure was stretched out on a bristling surface.
Upon closer inspection the surface was a thick layer of glass shards, each shard pointing upwards and piercing the dark flesh of the demons body, dark crimson blood coating the sides of shard after shard. A leggy female rested on the edge of the slab (the only part without glass), a long leather weapon in her hand, the end of it braided with what seemed to be metal spikes. Blood red finger nails were extended, and drug down the flesh of his back, over the markings of his wings. No noise came from the form, but the woman herself laughed heartily as it moved from the slab, turning on spiked heels and reaching an arm back, flicking her wrist forward and landing those hideious spikes against that lovely flesh...
The image changed, now the same demon who'd been on the table now rested on a bed of rock, each edge seeming to be jagged and hardly acceptable for a sleeping on. But the demon did it, or at least his eyes were closed. Then a figure came into view, it was the same female from before, the one with the blood nails. Sauntruring over to the male, she drug her nails down the exposed chest now, although it seemed to have healed it was hardly something that looked enjoyable for the male. Nox opened those eyes, staring at the female and then turned his head slightly not moving his body an inch. The female straddled him, her long legs on either side of him as she bent her torso down and then dug elognated teeth into the flesh of his chest.
A whimper came to her lips, against Nox's, and the hands tightened their grip about the demon man. The words, they came now, penetrating the horrid images of torture, or the begining of torture. Flush it out, flush it. Flush it. Had she ever done it? No. Flood. The energy. Focusing on that energy, attempting to push away from the now ugly scenes that were swirling she found it. Focusing, harder, she pushed herself into it. The body against Nox's, still arched against him, changed. The soft pale skin began to glow, the wounds on the face healed instantly and the clothes hiding the back were ripped open as two large wings sprouted from the back of the fragile woman each feather are pure as new fallen snow. Alexus had flooded the power, but now it had no where to go, it was filling her and the images had thankfully been washed away in the tide. Pushing that energy she forced it into the only outlet she had, Nox.
Nox ripped his lips away from Alexus in a vain attempt to halt what was going to happen, throwing himself back from the frail form only to end up on his hands and knees his eyes opened and wide as they stared at the floor, their whites covered by each color they contained. The skin of Nox, rather then glow, seemed to emit and odd appearing darkness, nearly like a thick black fog was rolling off of his skin. A giant hole was ripped in the back of his shirt and two massive bat like wings were spread behind him. The angel's power had flooded him, but since it was unnatural his body had instantly converted it and then it'd had no place to go in the system he'd had set up.
His 'flood' control had been top knotch, not meant for more power then what he'd been using and now he was completely and utterly full. Gasps were coming from his mouth, and he heard them mimiced by the female on the other side. It seemed she'd released it into him, not knowing exactly where to put it. Turning his head slightly, those solid eyes looked at Gechina. Would she run, now? Fearing what her new beau had become? Or was? Snapping his head forward once more, Nox slowly pushed himself upwards feeling in every muscle the estacy of the power. The angel had bared her wings, and seemed to glow from her skin as well. Some of the energy needed to bleed off before he returned to what one might call 'normal' so he would either have to expend a serious amount or wait.
Alexus remained on the floor, taking in the sounds and sensations. The floor was cushioned, a soft material yet not soft enough to be a bed. Cloth against cloth, breathing, someone was moving. Two people, a demon and human. In the room. Shivering slightly the female raised her sightless gaze to the room stretching those beautiful wings behind her as she did, her hands going to hug herself. It was the most wonderfull feeling she'd felt in decades! The release, it was great! How had she not done this before? The images were gone, purged by the pure flame of her own abilities. She was now at full working capacity.
(Don't laugh, I'll hurt you!)