Archon: A Short Story

Like a fallen leaf, decayed and tossed from its source, a fallen angel, dark, angry and also decaying, blew across the sill of that open window. When the demon departed through that same

There was a sense of impeding doom that turned my stomach. Although I couldn't bear to look at the mask I held outreach to you, my eyes were tempted to look to you. I side-swiped a glance at you before you took the mask. My eyebrow arched as you looked at me, visibly distraught. My eyes did a double take, and my gaze fell curiously back on you. I sensed a feeling of unease from you, and became immediately confused. “Your master never teach you Torture 101, Mr. Ren?” Although I was mocking you, there was a sense of concern in my voice, as I looked over to the Dug and then back at you. “You look like you've seen a ghos-” Holding out the mask in front of you, I watched you intently as your eyes fixated on the item. My eyes narrowed at that reaction, and suddenly, it made sense to me. Perhaps you had seen a ghost. Fully educated in the many various connections within the Force, I wondered if in this moment you had seen anything. If in this moment, his darkness had fallen on you. I pondered the horrors you had witnessed... and if any one of those horrors was my own. I wondered if it was pain you experienced, and even... if that pain was my own.

‘Old scores could be settled on a plane of heavenly combat between Lucifer and the Lord; suspicions and the envy of the miserable toward the happy could and did burst out in the general revenge.’

((AU! Warning. Please tell me if you are reading. Fledging!Castiel x Demon!Dean)) "Come out little fledgling, I know you're here." Dean's voice echoed slightly through the mostly empty isles of the library he had been commanded to investigate. The Demon had been part of the first wave sent to invade this part of heaven, killing the warriors that opposed them and taking the rest as prisoners and slaves back to Hell. The two races had been at war for centuries, fighting taking place in both Heaven and Hell, but tonight was a definite win for the Demons, having captured a town such as this. After the first initial attack against the various angelic dwellings Dean's leader, Alastair, had told him to check out outlying buildings for any hidden

I trembled and my heart failed within me, when, on looking up, I saw by the light of the moon the demon at the casement. A ghastly grin wrinkled his lips as he gazed on me, where I sat fulfilling the task which he had allotted to me. As I looked on him, his countenance expressed the utmost extent of malice

"Emory..." he echoed her a bit as he whispered her name, almost reverently, and with her bottom still up in the air Straton bent down and placed playful nibbled and kisses on her rump before he pulled her back into him as he gently laid down on his side. His arms wrapped about her, almost cocooning her in his size and strength. Soft sounds of contentment and fulfillment left him,his chest rumbling gently against her back as he spooned her, his nose nuzzling her shoulder momentarily as the warm glow of post-sex bliss washed over him. Even as he snuggled with her, saying not a single word except the utterance of her name, Straton could feel his desire for her had yet to abate. It was a strange sensation, to have emptied himself so completely

Akhenaten was now dead, making his son, Tut, a boy king. Tut was sad about his father’s assassination but he must guide his people. He married to ankhesenamun, Nefertiti's daughter. Then one day around the age of 19, he saw a army coming right towards his land. He worried of how many people they had against his own, he charged anyway. He could not tell who the attackers were but he knew for sure, he must win for his people.

The plethora of people wasn’t what made Sammy worry, it was if that Niklaus knew of this, he would have had her feed on several students inside, and in the process, maybe turning some.

In my point of view, the boy was not prepared for his adventure to unknown. Even though he was shepherd who traveled everywhere near his hometown, he did not encounter any city where they speak deferent language or a new culture. One reason supporting my idea, he went to a new continent that he does not know anything about it even what language they speak. In the other hand, the boy learned a lot from his mistakes so he did not give up and continued his journey, “I am an adventurer, looking for treasure”(42) the boy said to himself. He started working to gain some money for his journey to Egypt. After that, he went to caravan where people are grouping for a trip to Egypt. That means the boy felt that he is ready to explore the unknown although

“Stop staring at me like that you know I hate it” Jude grumbled already receiving hungry gazes upon entering his lover Carden’s apartment, pulling up the frizzy length of his hair into a ponytail; damn humidity. Carden snickered softly eating up how Jude would detest against his animalistic ways but his romantic aura always without a doubt said otherwise. The vampires lover was that of a siren but rather singing men into defeat he gave off an aroma no man nor woman could ignore, arousal. He never had to wear any kind of fragrance for he smelt of sweet and putrid lust, the smell being released to specifically attract Carden, when he wanted him that is.

"I am your goddess to not just your digimon you need to worship the very ground I have walked on. Plus how do I use this thing called digimon I do not know anything about this thing. Do tell me was this thing made after I was locked away in the dark area." Lilithmon smiles standing up showing that her body was still cover in his cum. "You going to cover me in cum and not cuddle with me that is just mean. You made my powers grow so very much from just this art of love and lust." Lilithmon smiles as she picks up a towel that a slave had just given her. She did not have to call the slave as a good slave knew when he is needed and when to leave. "Now come over here and kiss the twins good mourning or I will bend you over my knee to give you a spanking."

The man, had he not died from the demon, was surely dead now. Blood pooled around the man's body, his corpse sprawled in an unnatural position.... unmoving...

“My brothers…that fatal hunt is up, and harrying our streets today. See him there, that angel of the pestilence, comely as lucifer, shining like Evil’s very self! He is hovering above your roofs with his great spear in his right hand, poised to strike, while his

“Before you jump for joy, there’s one condition.”, the goddess said matter of factly. “You must not abuse what I give

“Here ends the third day of the Decameron and the fourth day begins: under the reign of Philostrato, the stories are about people whose love has ended in tears” (249). In the second story of the fourth day, our story teller Pampinea is more inclined to delight rather than dispirit her audience. While staying within the days brief, she challenges the blind obedience to the kings hand by using her wit to forge a tragic comic relief tale. Before beginning her story, Pampinea feels it is of urgency to take the time to set up her feelings about the clergy. She reveals that her story allows her to demonstrate “the lengths to which the religious orders go in their hypocrisy” (265). Clergyman, with their feeble facade, are courteous when they are out begging others to show them mercy when they show no mercy to people who have commited the same sins that they have committed themselves. They spend their whole lives receiving instead of giving. While others have to strive in order to be allowed into heaven, clergyman seem to take on the role as rightful landowners of heaven, assigning each departing soul a better or worse place according to the amount of financial generosity they allow to them. With that being said, Pampinea is able to begin her story about a young man with the name of Berto dello Massa. Berto is a rogue (a dishonest, knavish person) whose corrupt life became so accustomed amongst the people of Imola he was forced to move to Venice so