While others are waiting to die, some are waiting to live.
For the shame she bared and the despair she felt, what was her life for?
Angry and alone she had no where to run except to that voice in her head that whispered,
My dear you are the Chosen, no more pain, no more cutting,
no more broken promises. All you have to do is say I want more power.
To live and feel and to be who I am, in a quick hiss so loud it rang in her ears
Now a drop of your blood to seal your fate
She took the blade with a snake on it from the rugged being and sliced her arm
Blood, so much blood, Now smear it on this board and I shall give you a mate
He will watch over you and fufill your darkest desires. Just don’t cross him or you will suffer and burn in my pit .
A silver winged angel appeared with the blackest of eyes and turned into man, to her surprise
He lay her on a black satin sheet, a bed all red
told her to drink of his cup and feel the power she so desired.
With no hesitation down it went, she was dizzy and saw beings around her
didn’t bother her as she began to undress
with her perky breast and curves to die for, a pussy so soft and a plump apple ass
he was pleased, his breath was cold as her nipples became hard from the chill
he moved her closer and got her scent…oh how he loved it
Yes, she will be perfect to grow my seed…little does she know I am the Devil and the Devil is me
beings chanted…from all she drank she could barely stand
Come my beauty and lie your loveliness here, for your desire starts now
He sucked her nipples and nibbled them too, licked down her belly which seemed to burn & she quivered at this
He made his way to her perfect pink slit…oh how she bucked her hips with pure desire
As he felt himself grow and his anger & lust boil he ramed his burning icy cock deep inside her
with a blast of cold air and the beings in black robes watching intently
the Devil’s wings lit on fire as he pumped his seed deep down inside her.
“Nooo!” she cried as she saw what he truly was
too late, the deal is done.
her transformation began, and her wings grew black and piercing amber eyes began to glow
he said pick your name and it will be stamped on your wings
and in a sweet hiss she said “call me Dark Angel”
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