Dark hair rode in the ice cold winds, her pale skin contrasting in the still lifeless night. He would be waiting for her by the creek like he always did, their time together limited but worth the risk. It was forbidden for an angel of hell to love an angel from heaven but that only drew the two lovers closer. They couldn't deny fate even if they wanted to.

“Took you long enough,” he said with a gentle smile, “I was about to go find you.”

The dark angel smiled lovingly at her lover, his concern toward her made her caged heart throb. She knew pain but this was something foreign to her, even so, she wanted, no, needed more of the feeling.

“They've been getting suspicious, I had to wait for sleep to claim them before taking flight here.” her voice was silk and honey, enchanting and melodic.

He wrapped his strong arms around her petite form, the cold of the night melted under his warm embrace.

“Perhaps our secret is becoming seen,”

A pain struck her, if they knew about her affair then torture would be inflicted upon her and her lover. The crime of loving an enemy was bad enough but cheating on the lord's son with the enemy was beyond worse.

“I wouldn't hesitate to tear off these wings for you,” he whispered into her ear, “but would you tear yours off for me?”

“Of course.” she whispered, fear struck her heart as she realized that the cold air froze; her own breath now visible.

“You would huh?” a dark figure approached the forbidden couple, the two angels held their ground in their embrace.

“My lord.” she said in fear, “How..?”

“I waited for you to leave,” he replied, “I didn't believe that you would be such an unfaithful demon but the truth is hard to cover.”

More figures appeared, all with sinister grins.

“Punishment must be fulfilled before your execution.” he declared, “Guards take them both.”

~

The dark angel was held by blood rusted chains, the cold metal unbearable. Tears leaked from her eyes as she heard the screams of other prisoners who were suffering deadly fates. Death was heavy in the air, the holy angels feared this prison for a reason, same for the dark angels. The prison keeper arrived, his scythe in hand.

“Move it!” he roared, “Time for your punishment.”

The dark angel moved with what strength she had, the prison keeper waited somewhat patiently for he knew that even a dark angel couldn't protect herself from the wallowing pits of their prisons. It was quite a surprise that she hadn't begun to vomit like others would have by now.

“Move along now!” he growled as she began slow her pace.

A whimper escaped her lips, her bitter tears flowed like an unstoppable river down her sickly pale cheeks. Being in the prison was torture enough but considering what she knew would be planned for her the prison seemed heavenly.

“Announcing the arrival of the traitor.”

She was shoved forward before the Lord and his son, disgust written onto their features as their eyes fell upon her.

“I see the prison didn't affect you in the way I had hoped.” The Lord growled, “I always knew you were a strong one.”

She didn't dare look at him, he was mocking her and if she dared to look at him it would mean she was begging to be spared. She would endure the torment just as she promised.

“Bring the chains.” he ordered, “Let us begin the show.”

Looking to her right she saw the heated chains. Used like whips, leaving worse scars. These chain where heated with the flames of hell and when whipped leave gashes that scar your bones. If they were to tear off her wings then the damage would be tenfold but, there was a worse method his lordship would use.

He grabbed the chains, wrapping two of the chains around the base of her black wings and spearing them with hook that hung from the ceiling. They were to pull her wings out slowly and the chains would infect the growing wound with unimaginable pain. His lordship's favorite torture with a small twist, these chain were infested with spikes that grow longer and sharper with each scream she makes. As the guards pulled the hooks she screamed from the pain, the spikes grew biting into the bones that connected her wings to her back. Her blood sizzled on the chains, creating boiling liquid that burned her even more. As expected she screamed, this pain couldn't be bitten back; torture from hell can never be ignored. His Lordship flicked his wrist to the guards, his signal to rip out her wings. It took only one pull, jerking with all of their strength her wing ripped out of her back leaving only two broken bones sticking out of her back where the small black wings were. Blood splattered everywhere around the angel.

Her breath ragged, blood stained tears fell without grace.

“Your suffering does not end here child.” he said, “Now you must watch your lover suffer.”

A snap of his fingers and the holy angel, dragged by his wrists, entered the room. He was covered in his own blood, his beautiful white wings gone.

“I shall have your wings mounted above my throne as a trophy.” he whispered into her ear.

Standing with power, he walked over to her lover and forced the heavenly angel to look at him.

“You shame my son by stealing his lover, you corrupted one of my best angels of hell into believing in love, you dare to tempt her with promises of freedom, you had her as your slave. Such a crime shall not go unseen.”

“I committed no such crime.” the holy one gagged, “She came to me willingly and I did not refuse her.”

“Lies,” he spat, “your holy aura tricked her, no dark angel in their right mind would love a holy one like you so willingly.”

Glares heatedly stare at each other before his Lordship stomped his foot into the holy angel's face. A yelp escaped the dark angel as she struggled to reach her suffering lover. His Lordship stopped to stared at the crying dark angel, he could see the pain in her eyes which meant that the holy one was being truthful. His blood began to boil with anger, she was going to be spared according to his original plan but now she would die a long, slow, intense death for her crime of true love.

“Fetch the acid.” He ordered, “I'm sickened by this.”

A guard handed his Lordship a vile of green liquid. Holding the vile over the holy one's wounds his Lordship spilled a few drops. Sizzling with heard and the angel screamed his pain, his own blood stained tears fell.

“Stop!” the dark angel pleaded, “Please stop!”

Growling, his Lordship grabbed his scythe and plunged it into the holy one's spine, dragging it up until it split his head open. She screamed loudly as she witnessed her lover being murdered.

“You should blame yourself for his death.” his Lordship said as he cleaned his scythe, “You know love between the holy and us is forbidden, yet you continued to betray us. You are to blame.”

Whimpers and tears escaped her as she internally cursed his Lordship. She knew their love was forbidden, the consequences rang in the back of her mind every time they were together. But, could she be responsible for her lover's death if fate wanted them together?

2: The Scarlet Eyed Girl

He took in deep, ragged breaths that hurt his lungs, his head was throbbing and his entire body ached with abused muscles and scratches. The chains were rusted but, amazingly, still capable on keeping him in place....for her.

He couldn't remember what had happened in vivid detail, it was like a repressed memory that he knew he had yet, could never bring up. What he could recall as that he met her at a random party he had been invited to. She looked so shy and timid all by her lonesome in a corner of the room, her baby blue sundress was being nervously tugged at, and her long blonde created a curtain over her soft, fair face.

Timid...she couldn't possibly know what the word even meant. She certainly wasn't anything considerably innocent either, she was entirely the opposite. He should have noticed that when he saw her eyes.....those blood red eyes.

As he sat there, lost in his rambling thoughts, the sounds of the old wooden door creaking open echoed through his silent prison. He felt his heat begin to beat at an alarming rate, he felt unable to breath, he felt his body grow cold with each second he spent waiting for her.

“Hello darling.” she whispered into his ear, it never ceased to surprise him of how quiet she could be. “How was your day?”

He jerked his head away from her, earning a giggle from her. “Get away from me.”

She smirked at his defiance, how amusing it was for her to break his resolve and make him bend to her will. That was why she kept him over her other toys, his will was stronger than those before him. It made him a perfect companion for her little games.

“Now, now.” She tsked as she tapped her finger on his cheek, “That's no way to treat me. Your lover.”

He did his best to remain defiant, to keep his dissolving sanity, but she was as persistent as he was stubborn.

She gently glided her fingertips across his bared chest, a calculating look sparkled in her eyes. Sometimes it was a hassle to punish him, especially when she had something much more 'romantic' in mind. Then again, her methods of punishment and idea of romantic didn't exactly differ from each other. That was when a particular twinkle shone in those ruby red eyes.

“You know,” She gave him a devilish grin, “I do love hearing your sharp intakes of breath when I do...this.”

She pressed one of her sharp nails into his left breast and quickly flicked her finger downward, creating a deep cut. As she expected, he made a sharp gasp and tried to move away from her. She didn't mind it though, in fact she found it quite erotic. Using her four fingers like claws, she started swiping at any skin that she could which caused him to scream and wither in agony. He twisted and turned, trying with all of his might to ignore the burning pain, to stop the warm tears, to not grant her that satisfaction.

“You mortals.” She chuckled, finally stopping after what felt like an hour of abuse. “Always thinking you can beat the pain.”

He panted a bit, sweat and blood mixing their strands along his skin. He gulped down a breath and tried to wipe away the tears with his shoulder.

She grabbed his throat and forced him to hold still, licking away the salty trails before feasting on his wounds. She purred at the taste of his blood, baring her fangs slightly to let them also tickle along with her wandering tongue.

“Maybe I should turn you..” she muttered slightly as she started to leave kisses over the oozing scratches. “Make you just like me.”

Unable to bring himself to properly form sentences, he only shook his head in a negative response. He knew, however, that he could refuse her proposal for so long before she decided to do as she pleased.

“Really?” she questioned, tapping her nail on his chain. “Give me a reason.”

He froze for a moment, “W-What?” he croaked.

“Give me a reason not to turn.” she sung softly, “I don't see why I shouldn't.”

“U-Uh...” he fidgeted a bit, trying to think of something to say that would convince her against her idea. “W-Why would you really want to?”

“Why not?” She giggled carefully drawing her nails across his flesh, avoiding the wounds she made. “It might be fun. Not to mention that the pain you'll feel will be the most erotic to me.”

He tried to think fast, tried to find the one response he could give that would save his life, but he knew there nothing he could say that would stop her at this point. As she often told him, humans could only survive her games for so long and should one makes through it all, then their fate would be sealed. He had hoped to find a way to free himself, or even die, long before then.

“It'll be just like getting a shot.” she hummed against his burning flesh, her fangs carefully tracing a vein she was eyeing.

He gulped hard and tried to wiggle away from her as much as he could. “P-Please...don't!”

She growled and bit down on his neck, some blood squirted out from the sides. He could feel the sharp pain of her fangs, hear the sound of her slurping, and his vision was filled with spots. He couldn't scream, he could barely make any sound as she drained him of his humanity.

~

His eyes fluttered open, his whole body ached as if he was trampled by a herd of elephants and his mind was absent of any reasonable thoughts. He felt like he was drugged, his limbs were limp and he could not move them for the life in him.

Life...?

His mind suddenly cleared with the memory of her changing him, of him becoming like her. That's right, he wasn't alive anymore. He was a night walker like her, a vampire. Now that he had a clear head, he took notice of his heightened senses; how his eyes could see every detail in the dark, how he could catch whiff of a fox almost a mile away, how he could hear even the most silent of sounds....he could hear her....

Pushing himself up, barely registering the fact that he was no longer bound, he saw her asleep in her little corner. She was out cold for sure, he could tell by the breathing pattern. He could escape now, leave while she was unsuspecting, but no doubt she would find him again.

He thought about his new gifts for a moment, they gave him an even playing field should he have to confront her but, at the same time, a disadvantage. He was inexperienced as far handling his sharper sense and fighting another vampire, he had to go about these things carefully. He had studied her a lot during his captivity, she had specific habits and she also was a fan of rough playing. Could he use that to his advantage?

As far as he knew, not many vampires were sadists like her (or, at least, to her extent) which was why she picked up unsuspecting males. So he was meant to be of a certain creation of her standards, seductive and abusive as he saw it. He could play her fetish to his advantage and finally be free from her.

However, he could not do so right away. No, she'd be expecting that. He must act accordingly for a time, play her game until the moment presents itself to him.

~

A month had passed since his turning, a long and agonizing month. He had grown tired of her games within a week, yet he still managed to keep up his facade until that night. That night was the night that he would claim his freedom and he did so gleefully.

During their 'play', he had managed to hide an old and rusted nail underneath his toes on his left foot. When the time was right, he jammed it into her throat and continued to do so until she was nothing but a bloodied mess.

“H-How could you do t-this to me?!” She had hoarsely sobbed, what remained of her life force was slowly slipping away. “H-How!?”

He only glared down at her and shook his head before leaving her to rot. He never went back to the decimated cabin that was once his prison, never bothered to give her a proper burial. All he ever did that directed at her or that time period of his life was engraved on a large stone just a few feet away from the cabin.

“Here lies the scarlet eyed girl.”