Written by xXBabyxKittyXx
Requested by @MotionlessInMisfits A/N; Sorry if this is bad, I haven't written much supernatural stuff -Evanz ❤

Cleaning off my hands, I blinked out of my blood splattered shirt. The angel lay dead, pinned by the neck against my wall. I glanced down at my arm where my black blood had started dripping from the small cut she had given me.

The stupid bitch tried to fight back. Look where that got her. I waved a hand over the cut, making it disappear.

You might think I'm crazy, killing my own kind. Especially up in heaven. The thing is, I was never supposed to be an angel. Of course, no one knows what I do. That's the fun part, when a fellow angel finds out, I get to kill them how I want.

I can't risk angels flapping their lips to the higher sources of power. And if it ever leaked to God, I'd become a lost, tortured soul for eternity and I really don't want that.

I clicked my fingers, making the angels mangled body disappear. Well, not really. Any angels that get killed or die, get sent to Hell for the demons to feast upon.

The angels silver blood was still decorating my walls. Normally, I'd leave it for longer but I was expecting company soon.

I waved my hand over the wall, the blood fading into little sparkles that fell onto my black carpet. I flopped onto my bed, laying on my stomach.

I stretched my wings a little before sighing contently.

There was a loud knock at my door. I waved my hand, making it fly open. In the doorway Chris, one of the higher powers in Hell, stood with a smaller demon attached to a leash behind him, on his knees. I stood up from my bed and he jumped.

He seems skittish.

Chris knew what an abomination I was, all the high powers in Hell, including Lucifer, did.

"What's this, Chrissy. Come back for more?" I purred, biting my lip. "You wish, darling. Lucifer said you owe him a favour and he wanted to take you up on it," he spoke.

"Bloody bastard. I thought he had forgotten," I snit.

Chris chuckled, tugging on the leash. The demon flinched, crawling forwards and kneeling beside Chris, his eyes averted to the ground.

"This is Ricky. You're probably going to enjoy for filling this favour," Chris smirked. "Ricky here isn't exactly the meanest of demons. He saved a human who was supposed to have their soul taken and Lucifer wants him punished. He thought you were the right person for the job, knowing your personality."

I looked down at the demon who quickly tore his eyes from mine as soon as they met.

A smirk tugged at my lips. "What are you talking about, Chris? I'm just an innocent angel," I smiled, batting my eyelashes.

He threw his head back, cackling loudly. He thrusted the lead at me saying, "You can borrow my chambers for the time being. I believe I have to look for a human by the name of Angelo Parente."

With that being said, he blinked from my room. I raised an eyebrow, blinking into what I knew as his chambers. I'd been down here to torture angels and punish demons.

Ricky, I think his name was, finally spoke, "W-what are we d-doing down h-here?"

My head snapped over to him, shooting daggers at him with my eyes. "Who told you that you could speak?" I growled.

He instantly looked to the ground. "Apologise," I demanded.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry what?"

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"Much better. Now, on to more pressing matters," I grinned. I unclipped his leash, leaving the collar on.

My eyes scanned the room, looking for something.... Aha! Chris' room was full of kinky things and I think I just found the perfect item.

"Stand up," I commanded. Ricky did as he was told, standing up straight, eyes to the ground. "Walk over there and bend over that beam. Hands at either end, legs slightly parted."

He shakily did as I instructed, leaning over the beam. His hands reached for each end, his feet sliding apart.

I sauntered over to Chris' closet, where I knew he kept his toys. I rummaged around, grabbing a red and black flogger, small hunters knife, a black bone gag, two black, two white cable ties and a black and blue vibrating cock ring.

I set the items down on the bed, ripping the only item of clothing Ricky wore, off, which was boxers.

I grabbed the cable ties, fixing them around his wrists and ankles. He was bold enough to try and move his hands, making him cry out when the cable ties bug into his flesh.

I must have done them a little too tight, whoops.

Leaning down, I picked up the bone gag. I held it in front of his mouth.

"Open." And he did. He bit down on it whilst I buckled it up behind his head.

I grabbed the hunters knife, running it lightly over his milky white skin. Goosebumps rose on his back and he shivered slightly, his nipples becoming hard.

I couldn't help but chuckle darkly. I pressed it to his shoulder blade, digging it in slightly, but not too much.

Not yet.

A small droplet of blood ran down his back, dripping onto the floor. I applied somewhat more pressure to the blade, pulling it down his back in a straight line.

He whimpered a little, his jaw clenching as he bit the gag harder.

I had an idea what I wanted marked in his skin. I wanted him to be marked as mine.

After three more lines, I stepped back, watching his midnight purple blood dribble down his back. I marvelled at how wonderful he looked.

And we'd only just started.

There was a large D with a diagonal line through it carved in his back, marking him as mine.

"Alright my little darling. How about we begin your punishment now?" I said it in a suggestive tone but he didn't really have a choice in the matter.

I walked up behind him, reaching around and pinching his hardened nipples while rocking my clothed bulge against his bare ass. He stifled a moan, bit in the bone even harder, if that was possible.

He was starting to get hard himself. Now would be a perfect time to slip the cock ring on. That's exactly what I did.

Next, I held the flogger in my hand, running my fingertips across it. I struck Ricky's left thigh, causing him to take in a sharp breath. I hit his lower back harder, just below the carving.

He took a few more blows, one being directly on the wound. It was bleeding a lot more now. Oh well.

I stripped from my jeans and panties, lining myself up with Ricky's entrance. I placed one hand on the button of the cock ring and the other around his throat.

As I slammed into his tight little hole, I turned the cock ring on and it began vibrating. No matter how badly he wanted to cum, he couldn't.

I squeezed his throat, pulling his body up towards mine. His wrists started pouring out blood because the cable ties were cutting them.

He felt so good around me. I tore the bone gag from his mouth and he screamed out in pain. I looked down at it to see that I had pulled out two of his teeth.

"W-what's h-happening to m-me?" He stuttered out, tears streaming his pale cheeks.

I smirked, squeezing his throat tighter. "You're dying, babe," I whispered in his ear.

I could feel it coming, I was ready to release. I thrusted into him a few more times before I came, moaning as I did. Ricky was crying his eyes out. He won't feel anything soon.

I picked up the hunting knife, pressing it against his throat. He groaned in pain, eyes rolling to the back of his head as I drug the blade across.

He was sexy but I couldn't resist the urge to kill him.

May our souls meet again soon, Ricky.