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S E 7 E N : A F T E R MA T H P A R T 2 W O

OMG you guys i almost gave up bc tumblr (this time) had erased a huge part of my draft towards the end right as i was typing and about to post.......yo......i did the best i could to retype what i could remember and salvage it. it's still good though...just....soooo annoying. anyhow, part 3 is in the works!

um...bc of the retyping, alot of this is not proofread......also some of this was typed up in my phone and i tend to fat finger some of the keys, so please excuse all of that.

Warnings: just mentions of smut, like D in P smut, nothing too crazy. Lots of fluff type things. heheheheheh.

Walking amongst the wild red floral ground, your foot steps are soft and soundless. You admire the view of the moon, as you always have while you take in the landscape of your home.

Peering up at the peak of the mountain, where your throne sits next to his, you could have flown to the top and made the trip last only seconds, yet it seemed like a night for a walk. Up the stairs, you take one delicate step after another, reminiscing everything that took place within the last year.

The time went by rather fast, yet all the events that led you to becoming fully immortalized and the aftermath of everything was ingrained in your mind with all the details punching the imagery into your vision. No matter how much time would pass, you’ll always remember the finer lines of each occurrence.

You gracefully walked up each step, delicately and nearly levitating. Even with your wings lying dormant into your own being, your body still experienced amazing leaps and advanced movement.

The business-casual attire you adorned for the mortal realm gradually shifts into different material and form as it extends to the stone ground, developing high slits to expose your legs, the way he likes it. As far as your husband was concerned, the more skin showing for you, the better it was for him. He often vocalized how he loved to see nothing but every inch of your bare nudness…he only wanted to see you. Just you.

Only you….

With the ability to shape-shift your clothing, you dawned the dress he liked on you the most, stating that other than your nude body, the dress he picked out for your to wear in many variations was what made you looked fitting for your title as a Goddess, therefore, if you absolutely felt strongly about clothing yourself, he prefers you wear the dresses he outlined for you.

“My Queen…..you look so beautiful when you wear nothing….but if you have to wear something, I want you to wear these. You’re a Goddess…the child of my former master, therefore you should always look like it…my beautiful girl.”

The flowing dress develops a beige and champagne color. Of all the materials and colors of the dresses with similar pattern, he loved this particular one the most. The dress continues to grow in length, and shifts into a transparent, chiffon material, with a sheer corset-structured bodice that was entirely see through, showing the subtle color and form of your breasts with the twinkling jeweled piercings shining through the mesh element. He also loved that about this gown.

With only the loose straps that hang over your arms loosely, the tightness of the bodice hugs your upper body, stabilizing the true fit, all wrapped with floral lace as the skirt flows wide and freely, making you look like a princess or, a goddess, but far from the goddess of Hell.

You continue to make your way up, gently brushing your hair aside to reveal your collar bones and the skin on your chest. Your dress drags along each step, trailing behind your footprints. You remained barefooted with only the ankle bracelets that he gifted you, among the other pieces of subtle jewelry he decorated your body with.

You took your time delicately walking up towards the peak of the mountain top, yet with your enhanced stamina and lucrative speed, you were reaching the top in no time despite the stairway being miles long. Any other being, whether they emerged from Heaven or Hell, could never travel this far by foot without succumbing to the effects of fatigue, even if it was minor. No demon nor Angel would be able to do what you could do, since you not only shared the same soul as God himself, but you also share the split soul of the one who had taken your mortal life, and blessed you with his own, the Devil himself, Heeseung.

Near the top, you see the pillars that decorated the entire peak, the entry point of his castle. Despite having his own kingdom, his throne, along with yours, was stationed outside, in front of the structured palace, since the view was far better with the red poppies and the glorious moon as the primary features. Of course with the earth off to the West side of the palace, it was an added bonus for whenever you witness the rotation of continents.

A year ago…..

Watching the earth rotate, you watch as each continent on display shifts in rotation, taking turns to relish in in the day, as others sleep at night. Your body had nearly adjusted entirely as you discover the new abilities you’ve gained, laying atop of the platform, the lush velvet fabric comforting your nudeness, the chained cuff delicately wrapped around your ankle, holding a power that, despite its frail appearance, held the strength of immense steel links and restrained you from leaving the parameters of the peak.

Laying on your stomach and chest, your knees propping your feet high as you playfully swing them back and forth, you play with the fortune spheres that he brought in for you. Reflecting the images of the world you no longer belonged to, you were able to examine the visual imagery of your family and the people on their road to recovery. Similar to the Northern Lights, the spheres reflect off a small projection of the scenes, people, and locations you wanted to see.

As you admired the sight that the spheres projected, your only avenue outside of Hell, you overhear him issue out a deep chuckle as he admired you while you focused on the scenes displayed by the spheres.

Through the miracle of time, you gained more comfort as you took advantage of the slack you had with the ankle chain, and moved around. He’d watch as you get up and stretch your wings, flaring them in their full glory as you stand off to the side of his throne, or when you perched yourself atop one of the large pillars and gazed at the stars directly above.

...............

“Let’s go for a walk, pretty.”

Knowing that a change of scenery would be much appreciated, a snap of his fingers and the ankle chain would disintegrate into particles of of atomic value, allowing you to walk freely with him through the fiery red poppies he grew.

Hand in hand, he’d lead you through a delicate made path, allowing you to reach out and graze your fingertips along the petals, or pick them to your hearts content.

He’d take you to the Pond of Sacred Sin, a tranquil body of water paired with a soothing waterfall, where the water was granite black. Walking barefoot into the pond, cupping the dark liquid in your hands as the material of your dress flows to the surface, you subtly play as you splashed and decorated the pond with the poppies you picked. Despite the water eluding the silver black color, your hands and dress were wet with translucent drops, not at all stained. It was a remarkable feature, everything was. Hell, was remarkable. At least he made it that way….for you.

Watching you kicking your bare feet as the loose petals all twirled around, carried by the breeze that dragged them towards you, he took in the delight of seeing you become relaxed and losing the timidness that you initially displayed upon situating to your new home.

There were even some days, where you opted to remain nude as the velvet cushion of your bedding felt soothing against your skin. You would sit yourself in between his feet, wrapping your arm around his calf as he sat in a relaxed position in his throne, peering his gaze down at you.

Lifting your hair, he’d stroke his fingers through as you rested your head against the side of his knee, the leather of his knee high boots pressed against the nude skin of your breasts as you felt the sensation of his fingers dragging through your strands, so gently, and so lovingly.

Too lovingly.

There were times, on certain nights when the demons that roamed aimlessly, roared out, submitting their call to the others as they detect your scent, yearning to devour you. Sensing your presence nearby, the demons would escalate their pace, trying to get to you, and once they did, they would meet their brutal demise as Heeseung would slaughter them effortlessly before they could even reach you.

Yet their calling was unsettling, it would frighten you to hear in the wide open air, not being able to detect which direction it came from or how close they were, yet he would always know, and was more than ready to shred them. Regardless that you were immortal and gained special abilities of your own, you were still learning how to use them, despite knowing and understanding this, there was no way Heeseung would ever allow you to sully your hands or leave you to fend for yourself. HE was your protector. HE was always going to save you. HE loved you. HE worshipped you. HE would do anything for you. HE.....would always give you everything, while keeping you isolated and only obtainable, by only him.

Upon waking up and hearing their roars, you’d get up and let the black, transparent material that was loosely wrapped around your waist by a gold chain, drag against the stone tiles as you walked up to his throne. With nothing adorning your upper body, along with the high slits aligned with each leg, your breasts and the upper portions of your thighs were completely exposed. You resembled a fairy, wrapped with tattered mesh and adorned with ancient jewelry.

You not only continued to be, but you were absolutely stunning, always taking his breath away whenever he watched you stand and expose your entire form in front of him.

Taking merely six steps over to his direction, he’d tilt his head and look up when you breached his chair before him, and watch as you gently sit atop his lap, which he delightfully embraced and assisted you in as he cradled you and let your breasts lay against his chest.

You’d rest your chin atop his head as he nuzzled against your chest plate, reaching up and rubbing your neck as he places sweet and delicate kisses over your skin, all the while your hands would find their way and relax on his shoulders, gripping the material of his knee length coat whenever the demons would roar out again.

It didn't matter how often they would cry out in a devouring and frightening manner, he was always there, admiring you and ready to protect you. Sensing that you were comfortable enough to initiate physical contact, he started to lay next to you more often and cradle you in his arms, easing your frightened state as he stroked your back while you slept.

“Niki.”

“I’m here.”

“Set the entire river aflame, burn the entire lot of the darkened souls, and set guards to eliminate any that survive and escape. They’re drawn to her. That's why they keep wandering around.....they're looking for her.”

Laying atop the platformed bed, you overhear the conversation Heeseung had with the youngest brother as he calmly instructs him to destroy the Rivery Styx, thus ending the torment of facing the wandering and hungry demons.

“Their screams are what’s scaring her. Get rid of all of them for me, will you?”

“Consider it done.”

He was too enamored by your presence to think of setting the river aflame sooner, yet once he had Niki burn out the entire region of the River Styx, there were no more demons roaming around, completely easing your conscious.

Tracing the trail of stars in the sky, he’d guide your fingers to outline the patterns of the galaxies and constellations, a routine that happens every single night.

You never thought it would happen, but as time went by, you start to feel more comfortable around him. Since you spent every second of your life with each other, it was bound to happen, yet initially, you had told yourself to never falter and to remain alert, always finding hope that you'd return to the world you were born in. However, time has a way of changing minds and hearts of people, you were not an exception. You did change your mind and your heart in regards to him.....and he loved what he saw.

Developing a familiar nature around him, you no longer felt uncomfortable by his constant stares, his watchful eyes as he gasps and breathed deeply out of lust whenever you did anything, whether it was shifting your position or blinking. Heaven forbid if you smiled or laughed, that drove him over the edge to the point where you found yourself under him again, sometimes multiple times in a day, where he would render you at the mercy of his love, rough or gentle, whatever he was in the mood for.

To avert your attention from the boredom of just laying around all day, you played peekaboo with him. Lurking from behind his throne, and peeking over from the side, over his shoulder, you would chuckle and laugh whenever he glanced at you with a delightful side eye and smirk as he'd catch you by a gentle grab on your neck, and swing you over on to his lap where he smothered you with soft and passionate kisses, all the while you giggling and teasingly try and push him away, only to witness him looking down at you with a joyful smile and a lovesick gaze.

One event where you were playing the game, you surprised him...and yourself, by displaying a sudden notion.

It was the moment, where you snuck around to the side of his throne, and quickly snuck a gentle kiss on his cheek.

Perhaps it was the feeling of being too comfortable, or maybe it was Stolkholm Syndrome, either way, you felt elated when it happened as you witness the wide eye'd smile he developed as he slightly gasped and took you out of joy.

Thats when you knew.....you developed love for him....the love that he so yearned for in return, it was now finally here.

All the moments of him slaying the demons, serving and protecting you....

Or the way his black hair laid slightly parted off to the side as he stared at you....sometimes raising a brow whenever he found himself overwhelmed by your appearance.

Maybe it was his deep and low voice whenever he leaned in and moaned into your ear whenever he filled you up with his essence, and marked you as his territory.

"I'm cumming.....fuck."

Maybe it was just him....

Whatever the reason was, you were drawn to him just as he was drawn to you. Before you knew it, you became less tense and more open, developing transparent conversations with him and getting to know more about each other, causing you to build an emotional connection, since he already had one with you. Despite already belonging to him....and physically being ravished by him a hundred times over, you had stonewalled any mere thought of developing a bond with Heeseung.....but when you decided to tear that wall down, you found your days and nights filled with smiles and laughter, no longer crying and begging him to send you back to live with mortals....to have your freedom and your old life back.

His vigor and thirst for sexual interaction was unlike anything you've ever seen. He yearned to be one with you constantly, and never thought twice in taking you, even if you had initially objected. He would be forceful, restraining, and isolate you under his frame, knowing that just a matter of time of him entering, he'd have you moaning out his name, gripping onto his arms and biting your lip for more.

And he'd give it......so much more.

The sexual passion never lost potency, yet there were nights where he maintained the rough and domineering nature of his vigor, and then there were some nights where he, while still maintaining ultra dominance, would be softer and more sensual. He would slowly thrust, going in deep….so deep.

“I love you….more than you’ll ever know…”

He would whisper against your lips, all the while holding you up, cradling your bottom as your legs wrap around his waistline, crossing over against his lower back. Both your wings in full display, flaring out in full expansion, his black and your Nacre white, contrast from one another in perfect harmony. Then the time finally came, where you took the initiative and walked over to his seat, straddled him, and expressed your yearning for him. He was so delighted, that he took a moment to close his eyes and gulp down a few breaths as he rested his forehead against your chest plate, trying to ease down his level of happiness for he didn't want to ruin the sensual moment that you were displaying, along with the comfort of riding his thighs.

He finally had you.....just as you had him.

It didn't matter if he had already expressed your meaning and value, he could have said it earlier, wait five minutes, and say it again and his words would come out just as sincere and strong....if not stronger.

Sometimes, he would say it in various languages, both the ancient and the modern dialect, knowing that since you were adjusting to immortality, you'd instinctively would be able to translate, it was part of your abilities, as was his. He claimed that due to not having enough words in just one language to express his love, he felt the need to speak in multiple, never finding it enough to make you feel what he felt.

"How can I make you understand your worth to me? You're better than the five senses.....you're my everything."

"Tu clarior es quam mundus .... Universum es sole et luna pulchrior. Non est res non faciam tibi." (Latin Roman; translation: "You are more than the world….the universe….you are brighter than the sun and more beautiful than the moon. There isn't a thing I wouldn't do for you.")

"أنت حلم كل إله." (Arabic; translation: "You are every god's dream.")

"So etwas wie eine jährliche Blüte gibt es nicht mehr. Deine bloße Anwesenheit vertreibt voller Scham alle Blumen." (German; translation: "There is no such thing as a yearly bloom…not anymore. Your very presence shuns all the flowers away in shame.")

"Kapatid niya na sumisimbolo sa krus....at anak ng pinakahuling lumikha...ang hindi ko ibibigay na makita kang nakangiti sa buong kawalang-hanggan." (Tagalog; translation: "Sister of he who symbolizes the cross….and daughter of the ultimate creator…what I wouldn't give to see you smile for all eternity.")

"나는 단 하나의 이야기를 알고 있습니다....고대 세계의 아름다움, 암사자의 힘, 장미 꽃잎의 부드러움을 지닌 여성의 이야기입니다. 그녀는 하나님이 바라셨던 모든 것, ��귀가 원했던 모든 것입니다. 무엇보다도 그녀는 땅을 따뜻하게 하는 빛이요, 부정한 자들을 씻는 비요, 사람들을 먹여 살리는 열매입니다. 그녀는 생명을 낳는 숨이요 생명을 유지하는 공기입니다. 나에게 .... 그녀는 전부이고 훨씬 더 많습니다.." (Korean; translation: "I only know of one story….of a woman who carries beauty of the ancient world, strength of a lioness, and tenderness of a rose petal. She is everything that God had hoped for, and everything the Devil had wanted. Above all, she is the light that warms the earth, the rain that washes the unclean, and the fruit that feeds the people. She is the breath that gives birth, and the air that sustains life. To me….she is all and so much more.")

To my former master.....

It's been a while.....who am I kidding? It's been four eternities, yet here I am.

Just what were you thinking? When you created her...molded her....and made her the way you did. Knowing full well that she was to suffer the fate of being imprisoned in Hell, sacrificed to appease your people and to allow them to live in peace and harmony.

You knew what I would do to her...once I had found her...saw her...and took her. You knew....then again, you are God. Of course you knew. There was nothing that any of the muses or angels could say to change your mind, knowing full well that, despite me loving her.... my love is far from kind and humane.

I keep her....I chain her to my throne.....I feast her by day, and devour her by night. I ravish her with the torment of my touch, and burn her with my tongue. Yet, my love is the purest form of love that any one could ever experience. No man, woman, angel, demon, muse, or even you....YOU will never understand the love I have....the love I feel. Ironic, considering that was the whole reason in your creation.....of 'people.'

"Why is he doing this? What is the reason, Master Elder? Does he have any idea...any moral thought of what is going to happen?"

"It is his will to create people Heeseung, and it is his wish that we support our devotion and loyalty to his will."

"I cannot. People will grow harmful and do deeds that are beyond evil. You know that just as well as I do. They will destroy the world that I gifted him, torment each other and slaughter their own kind."

"We must abide by his will, Heeseung. There is a reason for his creation of people. Even though you, your brothers, and all of the angels in his kingdom are his dearest creations, and love him, there is a love that you cannot understand without people. They will be the ones to teach us. That is the purpose of their sole existence. We must aid him on this quest, and provide guidance and nurture people. Just wait and see, Heeseung.....without people.....we cannot learn the love that he wants us to understand."

"Then stand by him on your own. For if he chooses to not heed my words, then I will take my leave and depart from his palace gates."

"What you're saying is treachery against his holy spirt, do not say things so likely Heeseung."

"I do not care, nor do I approve of his decision."

"Heeseung, wait! Come back! Do not abandon your duties as the first and most beloved arch angel!"

"Perhaps I acted out of haste....but so did you. Tell me, how in the world did you ever think of creating such a sight to behold? Her eyes, her nose, her lips, her skin, her face, her body.....her spirit. How do you feel? Knowing that I had taken the piece of you...the light and flesh out of you......and do all these things that makes it scream.....makes her scream. Things that you and your guardians all find and deem as terrible. Yet it is all out of love.....the purest love that is known to mankind.

Your very own spirit.......your only daughter...your mortal daughter....is the Goddess of Hell....my queen....my wife.....mine. Even though this is what you intended for her, to give her up in exchange for the freedom and prosperity of your creation....your 'people'......what will you do now? I had wondered....how will you manage and take care of your mortal creation? There is nothing you could create that will surpass her. With all of your angels dead by each of my brother's hands, and your only archangel deathly drifting in pieces on the surface of the sea at my discretion, how will you manage your people? For now that you're soul is split into two?.....But then I am reminded.....so is mine. Clever old man, you saw that, didn't you? You knew.....you knew just what I was going to do once I saw her.....and took her. The love I have for her.....its sickening and drives me mad.....yet I could never even think of life without her...I wouldn't dare to live a single day of it without her.

Some might think you brought out your trump card too early, yet I feel you didn't bring her out early enough. All those years.....painfully waiting for her to come.....

You have any idea....any moral sense in just what you have done?....You created this amazing form of flesh, blood, and two souls.....knowing that for the longest time, she cried, she begged, she yearned to be away and escape my grasp. You probably heard her cries, and yet, you do not feel sorry....because you knew that this is what she was meant for. To teach and show me....that love for which you created people for.

I used to harbor such hatred and rage against you....I felt betrayed and hurt.....was it anger that kept me going all those years? Perhaps...yet the moment I found out of her....it was only she who had kept me going. She kept me breathing. She kept me from destroying the very thing you loved, and I loathed. How interesting and ironic, old man.

Were you really that afraid of me? That you had to outdo yourself and take out a piece of your own flesh to gift me.......the very thing that I was wanting to destroy. That flesh...that light....that spirt......I wanted to crush it....torture it......and burn it....

Now that I finally have it, I've done nothing but protect, love, and nurture it. I have admired it....taught it the ways of immortality.....

Is it ever a wonder, why I was so eager once I finally had her in my grasp? Could you or any of your muses blame me? I waited so long to have her.....I couldn't control myself.....even though she was going to spend an eternity with me, it pained me....to great extent, when I killed her mortal spirit.....and gave her half of mine. Your piece of light...forever tainted in half by my own....killed off and dimmed by my burning soul. I guess in a way....I got exactly what I had wished for.

I no longer think of you, in aspects of either good or evil.....I do not care anymore. I have a piece of you......and a piece of me......I have angels and demons....Heaven and Hell.....Gods and Kings.....I have both, black and white.....

I have her......

Authors Note: YOooooooo...tumblr had me in ruins because the original note (heelel's mental note to God) was erased when i was type it in the post......i nearly died yall......fortunately i remembered most of it (......most) and retyped it. But onto more important things, stand by for part 3! i will have it out in a day or two. Part 3 will be the finale for this chapter and series....gah....i'm almost in tears.

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