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Naughty, naughty

Shck, shck....

A sickening sound.

The rattle of pure anger, pure, blood-curdling savagery.

The rattle of his chains.

The chains of the impure.

The chains of a most forbidden union.

The sick embryo of flesh and light

A woman, and that which should not lay, that which serves, which sings the name of one who at the time knew himself.

The time he fell.

The time he plays on a constant loop.

How could he not?

Afterall, it was the day he found out he was hated for existing.

All of them were.

But how fair was that?

They couldn't help it.

His brothers and sisters didn't know what they were doing? So why did they deserve to die?

He wondered this every day. And with every day he wondered, the rage boiling inside him grew and grew. And still, it didn't stop. 

But what he harbored grew long past rage....

"Damn him...Damn him damn him DAMN HIM!"

It was pure hate.

"My, my..."

"Hrrrmm....?"

And he certainly didn't like being disturbed.

"Aren't you quite the sight?"

But he'd soon find he'd make an exception.

"I can smell it on yah....You ain't an angel....Ain't a demon either....Lucky you."

He chuckled gruffly, tossing his head over to the assorted wings vulgarly scattered around his prison, some scaly and bat-like, some more elegant and birdish, but all detached from their owners.

"Hm, lucky me indeed. You, boy, will find I'm something far beyond your understanding....."

His visitor smiled.

"Or not."

He grunted, raising a brow.

"'Uh?"

"The reason you're here....And the reason I'm here. Because of manners."

He laughed, seeming amused by the banter of the woman who went out her way to behold him.

"Or rather, bad manners. I'm here because someone I love very much has been very bad, and it needs to be addressed. I've come to you, my poor imprisoned dear, because you would know the most about being punished for being naughty..."

Her eyes shined dangerously.

"Wouldn't you?"

"Just what game are you playing?"

"The truth. I know what you are, boy. It's why your here. And once again, why I'm here."

"And that means?"

"Because I love the one you hate. I love him more than you could ever know."

He grunted.

"Then you should leave. I don't have any time to-"

"Which is why I need you."

"How on earth would that make you need me?"

"He's fallen from grace. He's become....unrecognizable. Your mother's people....they've corrupted him. Turned him. Made him doubt himself. I'm going to save him from himself the only way that makes sense."

"And by that, your gonna make a bloody mess. I can see it and smell it."

"I do suppose I'm going to do a bit of..."redecorating", yes. How would that make you feel."

"Damn happy. "

His visitor smiled.

"Glad to hear it. So, son of angel and man, are you ready to punish the most naughty of them all? What say you?"

To this, the large prisoner only smiled wickedly, sharp razors of teeth in full effect as he yanked hard on the chains that bound him, a new strength filling him as he yanked himself free, alerting two of his guards.

"You! How did- AGH! AUUUUUGGGHHH!"

Before they could even move, he grabbed them both, slamming their hands against the floor as hard as he could, which, for the giants of earth, was very hard. Or, nearly as hard as he could anyway. He didn't want to kill them. He had his own reasoning for that.

"I say call me Anduriel; and when do we start?"

Music to her ears.

"Why, we start now! Say..."

She stepped aside, revealing a....church.....a human church.

"How do you feel about priests?"