secretses drabble - Alistair - R
So, take two disturbing secrets, a wonderful and exhausting ride on one of the coolest horses in the world, and a twisted mind. Stir them up and watch how they fall.
Title: I’ve been in your body, baby, and it was paradise
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Richard Siken
Warnings: spoilers for season four
Pairings: um… none stated?
Rating: R
Wordcount: 360
Point of view: first
You tasted of fire, in the early days. You fought and kept silent; you glared and you spit. You gave no satisfaction to us, the demons and the damned. You had such fire. You still believed in deliverance and salvation.
And so passed the first ten years.
I knew of you, then. I had heard of Azazel’s killer, the soul Lilith herself carried down, Lucifer’s human brother. But I had my own games to play and Hell’s politics has not interested me in millennia. It was not till your second decade with us that I meandered my way to your spot on the rack.
You were beautiful, holding in your screams. You refused to beg. My brothers and sisters turned you over to me and I wrangled such pretty sounds from your plump, bleeding lips.
I am the master of pain, Hell’s chief tormenter. Before he left, even Lucifer flinched from some of my games.
You were amazing, my favorite. You took so long to break-two decades under my tutelage before you whispered yes and allowed me to cradle you close, heal your wounds, carry you from the rack.
Given time, you could have equaled me, feared and beloved, gazed at with terror by all. But my unfallen brother, that angel-he took you from me. He ripped his way into Hell, his sword of godlight destroying all it touched, and he gripped you tight, in that same place I first touched you, and he fled back to Life.
You screamed at his touch, my favorite. Such a lovely, pain-filled sound. It did not come close to the beauty of the cries you made for me, but I still shivered with pleasure, even as rage coursed through me.
You are no angel’s toy. You are no longer even Lilith’s; her claim was replaced by mine when you whispered yes and fell off the rack into my arms. Lilith has never tasted you, touched you, taken you.
But I’ve been in your body, baby, and it was paradise. You’re mine. I’ll find you again and bring you home, and we’ll play such fun games all the way into eternity.
Title: I’ve been in your body, baby, and it was paradise
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Richard Siken
Warnings: spoilers for season four
Pairings: um… none stated?
Rating: R
Wordcount: 360
Point of view: first
You tasted of fire, in the early days. You fought and kept silent; you glared and you spit. You gave no satisfaction to us, the demons and the damned. You had such fire. You still believed in deliverance and salvation.
And so passed the first ten years.
I knew of you, then. I had heard of Azazel’s killer, the soul Lilith herself carried down, Lucifer’s human brother. But I had my own games to play and Hell’s politics has not interested me in millennia. It was not till your second decade with us that I meandered my way to your spot on the rack.
You were beautiful, holding in your screams. You refused to beg. My brothers and sisters turned you over to me and I wrangled such pretty sounds from your plump, bleeding lips.
I am the master of pain, Hell’s chief tormenter. Before he left, even Lucifer flinched from some of my games.
You were amazing, my favorite. You took so long to break-two decades under my tutelage before you whispered yes and allowed me to cradle you close, heal your wounds, carry you from the rack.
Given time, you could have equaled me, feared and beloved, gazed at with terror by all. But my unfallen brother, that angel-he took you from me. He ripped his way into Hell, his sword of godlight destroying all it touched, and he gripped you tight, in that same place I first touched you, and he fled back to Life.
You screamed at his touch, my favorite. Such a lovely, pain-filled sound. It did not come close to the beauty of the cries you made for me, but I still shivered with pleasure, even as rage coursed through me.
You are no angel’s toy. You are no longer even Lilith’s; her claim was replaced by mine when you whispered yes and fell off the rack into my arms. Lilith has never tasted you, touched you, taken you.
But I’ve been in your body, baby, and it was paradise. You’re mine. I’ll find you again and bring you home, and we’ll play such fun games all the way into eternity.