Chapter 1 - Hell Hath No Fury

The infernal chamber was just that, infernal, as twisted green flames flickered about the room’s scattered candelabras. It was empty, ignoring the bound prisoner and the myriad of devilish ‘instruments’ that lined the wall next to her. Yizrael, a proud angelic warrior who had long served the Lord’s light. For millennia she had battled the forces of darkness with her brothers and sisters of heaven, cleansing the earth of demonic forces wherever they reared their atrocious heads; her luck had run out. The once headstrong and heroic leader had already been reduced to tears, great wings recently torn off by her captors. The toned angel laid pathetically on the floor, her neck shackled by unholy iron to the obsidian floor and once pristine white skin now covered in grime and the dried spit of her captors; having been paraded to this room like a trophy to be abused. Yizrael was renowned in paradise for her beauty, having been sculpted by the creator’s own hands: fierce yellow eyes, flowing golden hair, and a full body that made even angels lustful. She would soon forsake these blessings, as her curvy bare flesh was to be used. The chamber’s lone steel door creaked open menacingly and a voluptuous tormenter entered. Yizrael immediately knew who it was, Nelethia the Envious, a rival of sorts from centuries passed. Her skin was a golden but the evil entity was anything but divine. Twisted dark horns jutted from her head and black lips oozed with corruption from its corners. Emerald eyes mockingly looked upon the captive, “Fallen out of favor, have you?”; she strode into the room seductively, sharp heels clacking on her feet. Their feud had been long and bloody, a war of attrition between two champions, but now the demoness was certain she’d put an end to their petty squabble; forever. Teary yellow eyes glared at her, “Harlot of The Beast...” There were little words to be spoke between them as all Yizrael could do was prepare for whatever deviant fate awaited her. The dark creature walked past her, oddly wearing a thick ragged robe, which was totally unlike the prideful demon; what did she have planned? 

“I won’t mince my words, sweet Yizrael, I’m going to fuck you like it’s the end of the world.” There was twisted smile on her face as she ran sharp talons along the rack of monstrous toys; Metal-studded anal beads, rough gags and mouth-rings, and other invasive tools of deviant pleasure. The angel could only try to stay as true to the Lord as she could, plus, she knew that she was blessed and highly favored. If the commanding angel could just resist the evil for long enough her brothers and sisters would surely save her. The demon towered over her limp form and untied the deceptive robe. The angel shuddered as she looked upon her new master, clothed in nothing but revealing thin leather straps. Pierced tits, thick legs, and a pierced horse like cock; oh the fun they’d have. 

 
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Yizrael bit her lip as she tried to keep from moaning, they’d barely begun and already her nemesis was pushing her to the limit. She was on all fours like a dog, locked in place by foul devilry, as the demon’s opening act including plugging her victim’s pink asshole with large metal beads; they were brutally large. Each time the tormentor succeeded the angel’s body quivered in agony and subdued pleasure. Never had the stoic warrior been so degraded. “Pathetic”, the demon whispered while she used her free hand to dig into the captive’s round ass, “a demon is about to make you cum, and from your heavenly ass no less.” She let out a amused cackle as she finished, and the angel could feel her insides tightening around the steel balls. God, grant me the seren- pop! Without warning the embarrassed angel let out a shaky moan, golden hair falling over her face as she shuddered. Her asshole twitched in anticipation for another, and another, then another; tears rolling down the prisoner’s soft cheeks. Reveling in her rival’s misery Nelethia gripped her swelling horse-dick with a free hand, beginning to massage the massive thing. With each bead Yizrael shook almost violently; never had she known such forbidden pleasure. Why had god allowed his servants to feel this? Still, she remained strong, and would not give in so easily to the depraved demon. “What a loyal girl”, the demoness spoke while rubbing one out, “you made it through round one!” Drops of the black corruption fell from her lips. “Now it gets fun.” F-Fun. With gasping breaths the angel braced herself for whatever came next and simply tried to keep looking forward. “Ready?” There was little delay as she pushed a clawed thumb into the angel’s loosened hole, and using her other hand retrieved a small cylindrical container.

“Have you heard of a Zolian larva?”, Nelethia popped the containers lid off with ease, “pesky little vermin that grow into ferociously dangerous insects.” The angel knew not of what she spoke, but it forebode nothing good; how right she was. “They feed on all manner of dark energy, anyhow, you’ll understand soon.” Yizrael felt the container’s cold edges press against the lips of her tight pussy, finally understanding her nemesis’ words, and began to plead. “No, no, g-get that off of m-me!”, she had reached a new level of desperation; this only further aroused her captor, thick-dark precum dripping from her cock. Her legs bucked in place as the once proud angel was now being defiled by a slimy fat larva. The insect eagerly pried open her puffy pussy lips, tiny legs helping it crawl along her walls; this was pleasure. Yellow eyes bulged and saliva dripped from her soft lips as she stuttered uncontrollably. It was a slow process, as it spent time exploring her insides, and inched closer and closer to womb. G-God W-Why? “A perfect fit!”, the golden-skinned demoness joked as she twirled her thumb inside of the angel. Completing its journey, the larva nestled into its new home, and Yizrael could feel her body accustoming to its new guest. Never in an eon would she have imagined this as her fate: defeated, violated, and now host to some parasite. The demon sighed in relief, basking in the glory of an almost complete-revenge; she had saved the best for last. The shuddering angel could feel the monstrous prick pushing against her slimy snatch but was too weak to even protest, still sensing the insect throb inside of her; little toes curling hard. 

Both Nelethia and Yizrael gasped in pleasure as the angel was filled, the demonic pole barely fitting inside of her. There was little she could do now to fight her tormentor as she faced a wicked triple threat; the angel’s mind was reeling. “F-Fu-Fuck...”, Yizrael whispered between thrust, and the demoness heard. “What was that?”, she sarcastically asked. After all she’d sacrificed, after countless battles with the forces of darkness, one of the Lord’s chosen angels was ready to give in. Nelethia continued her violation and reaching forward to grab the fallen angel’s flowing hair, harshly yanking her head backwards; her not-so-foe moaned. The demoness joined her and decided that it was time to feed bot her new pets. Just as Yizrael felt herself about to cum the demoness followed suit, draining her balls and filling her captive with an enormous load of foul seed. As it filled her body and nourished the larva within, the corruptive spunk spread began to spread throughout her once divine body; her veins grew black and twisted as they pulsed with demonic influence, and far from the light of God there nothing she could do to fight it. Once the Lord’s child, the newly corrupted angel began to silently laugh and moan out of control, grinding into her new master’s inhuman cock. “Y-Yes, f-faster, p-pl-please.”, she gasped submissively. “Mistress.”, the demoness snarled as she gave her hair another ruthless yank, continuing to fuck her new whore without mercy. As she prepared to cum again the debased slave corrected herself, “M-Mistress.” Absorbing the excess seed of the demoness the Zolian larva began to grow and stretch its host out. That was easy. The proud demoness admired her work, believing that perhaps her foe secretly desired this fate; to cast aside her mantle of responsibility. This was her new home.
 
Nelethia the Envious hadn’t felt this good in time immemorial, casually surveying her domain with both her new pets in tow. The larva had grown into a fiercely loyal and monstrous creature, larger than the average man and equipped with ghastly claws and mandibles; it freely accompanied its master. The other pet preferred to be in a little less control, following closely behind with a thick iron chain as a leash; not that she’d ever run. Her once luscious and long hair had been cut short, and thick septum ring had been pierced into her nose. She loved the new look. Say what you want, but the black-veined fallen angel loved her new lot in life; purpose. She was loyal, having accepted the mark of her new master, now tattooed onto her abdomen; it had a slight bulge from the next batch of larva. Yizrael now knew bliss. 
