Angelic Chaos

Demons

Ithuriel was growing quite impacient. It had been eighteen years since he and his son left Heaven to serve the Darkened One, the Devil himself. Only now he had found out things weren't as simple as he had predicted, and it infuriated him, the fact that his son didn't rule Hell side by side with Satan like he was promised. Ithuriel was a full demon thanks to his acts in Heaven, his treason against his angelic brothers and sisters; that gave him the form of a demon, the strength and malice of one. His son, however, was just a fallen angel; he could be given redemption and go back to Heaven, if he asked forgiveness and showed an angel that he still had something pure in his heart. That made his father fear for him, enough to go ask for help. That was what he was doing walking down the black marble halway, his wings dragging behind him as his leather boots echoed throughout the castle. His amber eyes fell on the dark and tall double doors before he opened them easily and stepped inside a collossal throne room. Bones in each corner, blood on the middle as if a scarlet carpet, and on the center of it all, a massive throne of bones and tar held a dark figure that slouched on his seat. His eyes were hollowed, but it still felt as if he was staring into your soul; his leathery wings were spread wide in a menacing way to draw fear out of the most coragious warrior, and on top of his bald head, two horns completed the look of no one but the Devil.
"Ithuriel." The figure spoke, his voice eerie and booming through the room, making the lower demon fall to his knees in respect, but mostly because his knees gave way in fear.
"My Lord. I have a question, something that's dreaded me for many years..." He forced his voice out, loud enough for the Devil in his elevated position to hear. Lucifer's clawed hands tapped the bones of his throne, he already knew what was coming at him. He stood, his eight foot form of muscle and tanned skin as menacing as the rest of him. Although as Satan walked down the scrapped bone stairs to the bloody floor, he changed his appearence. His horns vanished, giving way to medium legth blond hair, that shone in the dim light. His pits of eyes now showed the most beautiful blue hues anyone had ever layed eyes on. His wings remained the same, and he slowly receded to a more 'normal' height. By the time he reached the kneeling Ithuriel, he was the most beautiful angel of all.
"You are here because of your son. You wish to know why he cannot become a demon like you." He spoke plainly, but his voice did not change. "Your son has a twin. Something very rare for angels, as you may know... His bond to her is too great. Too...pure." The Devil walked slowly around his throne room as if he was telling a child a bed time story. Ithuriel's eyes never left him as he listened to every word. "In order for a fallen angel to become a demon, there must be nothing left of purity; his bond to her doesn't allow his change." The Devil shrugged, sure he had explained everything. Ithuriel however needed more details than that.
"So... My son must kill his sister in order to become a demon and rule by your side? I thought you said they'd both rule!" He sounded angry, which didn't agree with the Devil's short temper. Lucifer growled and grabbed his throat, holding him in the air as his form changed back to the Lord of Demons.
"No, you fool. They will both rule. The only way for your dear son to be like us is for him to change his sister's heart; the only way is for him to corrupt her, and make her a bloody demon." With that, Lucifer threw the demon through the doors, making him fall back onto the black marble corridor, his heart full of dread and a bit of regret. In his mind the first angel-like thought in eighteen years was.
"What have I done?"