TEMPTRESS

CRUCIFIXION

⚠️ Morbid Violence, Mentions of sxicide & rxpe
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The Raven

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"Thank you Eden" she whispers under her breath, "Goodnight Lyla" I say as I close the cabs door for her gently, but not before ensuring she got in comfortably. I linger for a moment and gaze at her silhouette, a slender form enveloped in the warm glow of the cab's interior light. I didn't want to allow my little dove to leave my side just yet, but I had... other matters to attend to. Matters I didn't want this sweet innocent soul to witness, not just yet. I knew I would have to reveal myself to her soon, but timing was everything. I have everything planned out perfectly for her, she deserves nothing less than perfection. And I'll start off with those fucking perverts, harrassing her like a piece of meat, touching what's rightfully mine. The moment I finally found her, she was surrounded by vultures, clawing at her innocence. I'd cross entire fucking dimensions and universes to grasp her from these beasts. I'd crawl through the blazing fires of hell, the piercing thorns of the garden, over and over again if I had to.

Little did my dove know, I, her raven had been with her long before this encounter, this interaction. I had watched her, protected her, cherished her for years now. She is like my very own delicate flower blooming amidst the darkness of ignorance, oblivious to the malevolent forces conspiring against her. Be it the dangers of this realm or the torments of her dreams. Her name lingers on my tongue, a seething taste of honey kissed by the sun. I've fantasized about her since the day I laid eyes upon her celestial being. Since the day she was gifted to me from God. With every glance, every whispered secret, she grows dearer to me. I've grown obsessed, fucking addicted. She's intoxicatingly perfect, she draws me in like a moth to flame. Her beauty leaves me breathless, her scent is tantalizing, her essence threatens me to attack. Watching and guarding her from heaven wasn't enough anymore, my obsession with her grew stronger, more ferocious with each passing day.

But my girl was in danger. And the idea of her suffering under the hands of another man that weren't my own filled me with a fiery rage that echoed in the chambers of my soul. Driving me to defy the laws of the heavens. I worshiped her, she was my sanctuary, my goddess, my salvation. I am in fucking love. Though our God is that of a jealous beast. Filled with contemptuous desire, yearning for an endless supply of adoration from the masses. He demands absolute dedication to Him alone from all creation. Demands obedience to his whims, his wishes, his desires. We bow our heads low, offer prayers, sacrifices, pledges, and promises to appease him. We ask for guidance, forgiveness, protection, and blessings. All the while praying for deliverance from his wrath, his jealousy, his control. Praying for the release of our hearts, minds, and souls from his clutches. A weak attempt from humans. Throwing in a little prayer just to continue to walk all over their promises and apologies. Priests committing adultery, nuns turning to promiscuity, we are all the same hypocrites.

Whether it is Heaven or Earth, it doesn't matter where we are, the thirst for pleasure always wins in the end. Even Gods are susceptible to lust, jealousy, envy, and betrayal. This world is a twisted mirror reflecting the imperfections of humanity. So as predicted, God had banished me from the heavens, of course a gaurdian angel falling in love with his charge is forbidden. I had committed the sin of loving my own mortal captive. Sickening how love can be considered a fucking sin. Upon my banishment, I was stripped of my wings, ripped from my shoulder blades, tearing flesh and bone from me. Branded with hot iron, the scar of a serpent radiating over my chest and down my arm. Forced to endure the relentless torture of an eternity on Earth. I was sentenced to live out my days as a creature of the night, an incubus, imprisoned within the lustful confines of my own flesh. Scars laced my back and torso, mented my memories, reminding me of what I'd lost and what I'd gained.