The answer was yes. Evil was evil. Evil could be hidden and manipulated, but it could never be destroyed. There would always be that urge, to destroy and hurt, that would never disappear
( ... )
First off, thank you for filling my request with such an amazingly well-written fic. The characterisation for them was really believable and the drama intriguing to read. The end just left my heart aching for the both of them ;_; So much emotion.
If it's not too much trouble, I would really like an omake with a happy ending or something to that end. I must admit, I'm not excessively fond of umm, dark angsty stuff so if you could without making it seems suddenly OOC for the AU you've created then yeah :3 Of course, I'll appreciate anything you come up with so yeah, no pressure or anything!
I'm glad it wasn't too terrible, OP. I am going to write a sequel/omake/whatever for it, and hopefully it won't end up as painfully dark as this one got.
This is gonna sound REALLY hypocritical from someone who tries to avoid rape/non-con/dub-con like the plague but---I REALLY LIKE THIS FILL.
There's something about the way you set up this universe that intrigues me. For starters, you made Alfred and Arthur's relationship feel REAL. Abandonment, loneliness and longing...all part of what makes their relationship (fucked up as it is) believable in a mythological sense.
There's so much that can be explored in this universe of yours: e.g. the fact that Arthur managed to make the "grays" between angels and demon, the lost of virginity to the other side (whether they be to good or evil) and let's not forget the banishment of both "paradises" to start anew on Earth. And let's not forget the corrupting nature of both beings (e.g. Alfred learning to make love/Arthur throwing a tantrum).
I really hope you'll continue this with deep thoughts like you have but it COULD be left as is for the reader's imagination to take over.
Thanks for the comment! I'm actually kinda surprised at the reception, because I know a lot of people despise rape/non-con/dub-con, etc. I'm glad you gave it a chance and liked it.
Re: Law [2e/2] [end]
anonymous
August 28 2010, 16:13:42 UTC
Damn I was listening to Stabat Mater when I read this. Totally not helping.
Anyway, dear Author!anon, thank you for this heartbreaking fill. It’s better in a thousand ways than I had imagined. The emotions and everything. Like some anon had said, it’s good in a non-fluffy aspect, and equally wonderful to have certain themes explored. It broke my heart when I tried to picture what Alfred had been through before he managed to find Arthur again. ;_;
Sequel: Punishment [1a/?]
anonymous
August 28 2010, 18:55:38 UTC
Angels were pure beings. Sex was considered a dirty and heinous act, especially when used against the holy beings above. There had been angels tempted by humans before, but never had one fallen so low as to be taken by a demon.
The laws of the clouds stated that angels, being holy and pure, required a certain innocence to remain above the earth.
Arthur had just lost that innocence. He stared at the ceiling of the dark house in silence, the demon wrapped around him possessively, growling at him, claiming him with hisses of “mine”. Cold lips pressed against his heated flesh, above his heart, and for a moment Arthur feared that he would be pulled apart by the demon, his heart stolen and his body left behind
( ... )
Punishment [1b/?]
anonymous
August 28 2010, 18:56:32 UTC
Arthur could feel the demon watching him. He was afraid. Loneliness was better than this, than being stuck in an old house with a demon that was set on hurting him. He had grown used to being alone, used to being shunned. Now the attention was on him, and he wanted no part of it.
Arthur decided to run. When the demon left him, he would run away and never look back. He let his arm slip from the blankets, and over the side of the bed opposite where (he thought) the demon sat. There was no noise aside from the shifting of blankets, and he slowly searched for the feeling of silk, the tunic that had been tossed aside. He found it and pulled it back under the blankets, then cradled it in his arms.
Moving hurt, and he knew that he couldn't hope to put it on while the demon remained in the same room with him. He also knew that putting it on would mean that he had to move, and he really wasn't ready for that.
The demon never left the room. Arthur was forced to lay in wait while the sun rose into the sky above. The demon had passed by him
( ... )
Punishment [1c/?]
anonymous
August 28 2010, 18:57:58 UTC
The demon cupped Arthur's cheek in his hand, and he ran his thumb over the angel's lips, eyes narrowed while he watched intently. Arthur remained still while the demon touched him, and then the demon leaned forward, teeth glinting in the darkness from an unnatural light.
“You are mine,” the demon told him, pressing his cold lips against Arthur's forehead. “Have always been mine.”
Arthur wasn't sure how he was supposed to respond to that. He shut his eyes, then something seemed to pass over him.
He had raised the demon. He had taken him in, and had been banished from his home for his good deed. He had been punished in every way imaginable for caring for the child, raising him as a son. The fact that the demon seemed to believe that Arthur belonged to him (and always had) was a slap in the face. If anything, the demon belonged to Arthur, and not the other way around
( ... )
Punishment [2a/?]
anonymous
August 29 2010, 04:47:02 UTC
Arthur's response seemed to surprise the demon. His blue eyes widened in confusion, and he tilted his head to the side. “Say my name,” he repeated, and Arthur tried to pull the blankets back up to cover himself. The demon grabbed his wrist to stop him. “Say it.”
“No!” Arthur snarled in a manner unlike that of an angel. “I'm not doing shit for you!”
The demon released Arthur's wrist and watched as he covered himself once more, pulling the blanket to him so that he could hide from sight. Arthur formed a cocoon once more, and the demon watched him quizzically. Fingers thrummed up and down the length of the blanket as the demon thought about their current situation, and then an idea came to him.
“You'll say it,” the demon informed Arthur, and he pulled the blankets away once more. Arthur protested, but his protests were cut short when a cold hand grabbed his ass and pulled him closer
( ... )
Punishment [2b/?]
anonymous
August 29 2010, 04:47:19 UTC
The room held no answers. The walls were empty, and the sheets were stained with blood. A small chair was overturned in the corner, a chair he had demanded Arthur build when he was still a child. The demon slowly pushed Arthur away, his face contorted in confusion. Arthur had been strong when the demon was young; he had always scolded the child for acting “naughty” and “demon-like”. He had been strict in keeping the child in line and out of trouble. He had never let the child follow his instincts, and had always emphasized order and discipline. But there were times that the child had been unable to control himself, and he had knocked Arthur over, or thrown things at him that would have killed a human
( ... )
Re: Punishment [2b/?]
anonymous
August 29 2010, 05:33:44 UTC
Oh God, the possesivness~ one of my favorite kinks. This whole story is FILLED with my favorite kinks. So glad that you're continuing this, you amazing author!anon you! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
I have to admit, like the above anon, possessive!Alfred is one of my biggest kinks so <3 Oddly enough, I find Alfred's confusion and general fail at expressing himself endearing.
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First off, thank you for filling my request with such an amazingly well-written fic. The characterisation for them was really believable and the drama intriguing to read. The end just left my heart aching for the both of them ;_; So much emotion.
If it's not too much trouble, I would really like an omake with a happy ending or something to that end. I must admit, I'm not excessively fond of umm, dark angsty stuff so if you could without making it seems suddenly OOC for the AU you've created then yeah :3 Of course, I'll appreciate anything you come up with so yeah, no pressure or anything!
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And it's not any trouble at all, promise.
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There's something about the way you set up this universe that intrigues me. For starters, you made Alfred and Arthur's relationship feel REAL. Abandonment, loneliness and longing...all part of what makes their relationship (fucked up as it is) believable in a mythological sense.
There's so much that can be explored in this universe of yours: e.g. the fact that Arthur managed to make the "grays" between angels and demon, the lost of virginity to the other side (whether they be to good or evil) and let's not forget the banishment of both "paradises" to start anew on Earth. And let's not forget the corrupting nature of both beings (e.g. Alfred learning to make love/Arthur throwing a tantrum).
I really hope you'll continue this with deep thoughts like you have but it COULD be left as is for the reader's imagination to take over.
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Anyway, dear Author!anon, thank you for this heartbreaking fill. It’s better in a thousand ways than I had imagined. The emotions and everything. Like some anon had said, it’s good in a non-fluffy aspect, and equally wonderful to have certain themes explored. It broke my heart when I tried to picture what Alfred had been through before he managed to find Arthur again. ;_;
Thank you! I really love this fill.
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Oh god, no lie, I was thinking of writing something SO SIMILAR TO THIS YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW lisgbfdfg o.o.
This was amazing, dark and intense and poor, poor Arthur, and poor Alfred even, to an extent.
I totally agree with those who want an omake! Pleaaaase, great authoranon?
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Angels were pure beings. Sex was considered a dirty and heinous act, especially when used against the holy beings above. There had been angels tempted by humans before, but never had one fallen so low as to be taken by a demon.
The laws of the clouds stated that angels, being holy and pure, required a certain innocence to remain above the earth.
Arthur had just lost that innocence. He stared at the ceiling of the dark house in silence, the demon wrapped around him possessively, growling at him, claiming him with hisses of “mine”. Cold lips pressed against his heated flesh, above his heart, and for a moment Arthur feared that he would be pulled apart by the demon, his heart stolen and his body left behind ( ... )
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Arthur decided to run. When the demon left him, he would run away and never look back. He let his arm slip from the blankets, and over the side of the bed opposite where (he thought) the demon sat. There was no noise aside from the shifting of blankets, and he slowly searched for the feeling of silk, the tunic that had been tossed aside. He found it and pulled it back under the blankets, then cradled it in his arms.
Moving hurt, and he knew that he couldn't hope to put it on while the demon remained in the same room with him. He also knew that putting it on would mean that he had to move, and he really wasn't ready for that.
The demon never left the room. Arthur was forced to lay in wait while the sun rose into the sky above. The demon had passed by him ( ... )
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“You are mine,” the demon told him, pressing his cold lips against Arthur's forehead. “Have always been mine.”
Arthur wasn't sure how he was supposed to respond to that. He shut his eyes, then something seemed to pass over him.
He had raised the demon. He had taken him in, and had been banished from his home for his good deed. He had been punished in every way imaginable for caring for the child, raising him as a son. The fact that the demon seemed to believe that Arthur belonged to him (and always had) was a slap in the face. If anything, the demon belonged to Arthur, and not the other way around ( ... )
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“No!” Arthur snarled in a manner unlike that of an angel. “I'm not doing shit for you!”
The demon released Arthur's wrist and watched as he covered himself once more, pulling the blanket to him so that he could hide from sight. Arthur formed a cocoon once more, and the demon watched him quizzically. Fingers thrummed up and down the length of the blanket as the demon thought about their current situation, and then an idea came to him.
“You'll say it,” the demon informed Arthur, and he pulled the blankets away once more. Arthur protested, but his protests were cut short when a cold hand grabbed his ass and pulled him closer ( ... )
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No Arthur! Death is never the answer D:
I have to admit, like the above anon, possessive!Alfred is one of my biggest kinks so <3 Oddly enough, I find Alfred's confusion and general fail at expressing himself endearing.
Please update soon :3
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