TCOL : BTG : Expiation (18+)

“So they leave my torment to the mistake?” Sachiel searched the room for a means of exit of which there was none. The room was a solid box of cold stone that was powerfully enchanted. All of her attempts to use any of her magic resulted in pain and exhaustion and he watched her quietly as if he knew the efforts she was making and was enjoying the strain. She tried to stand but found her legs too weak to hold her and instead just shouted at him in frustration. “Speak Half-Breed!”

“In a rush to start atoning?”Maefyl lit a cigarette and patted Sanguine as she waited on his shoulder. He could feel her rage through the heat in her skin.

“Atoning?” Sachiel laughed indignantly. “It is Lucifer and the rest of you traitors who should be on your knees begging forgiveness.”

“You are a seriously delusional bitch!” Sanguine snapped at her. She fluttered wildly in front of Maefyl shouting at the twisted Angel. “You nearly wiped out Itami! You tortured and killed an innocent race to poison humans as part of your nasty game. You even ruined your own daughter!”

“All of which I would kill you for.” Maefyl added coldly a he took command of the cell that was so much like the one that he spent an unfortunate amount of time in. The experience however; combined with the strength he had gained since, gave him all he needed to manipulate this dungeon with as much skill and precision as Lucifer himself. He drew barbed cords from the walls around Sachiel that wrapped her limbs tightly and suspended her in the center of the room. He watched the fear grow in her eyes as the sharp protrusions cut into her skin and pulled to eye level with him. “But you have even worse to answer for.”

“Maefyl?” Sanguine looked at him strangely as he moved toward Sachiel with a unique calm.

“You can go if you want, Sany.” Maefyl managed to smile at her. It was taking most of his wits to not fly into a rage, but he wanted to keep himself from unleashing it on the wrong people for once. He also wanted the cruelty here to stay here. “But if you stay…”

“Shut up, Maefyl.” Sanguine wiped the tears from her face and flew into his hair. “Make her suffer.”

“Aren’t you a clever detective.” Sachiel glared at him as he stepped closer. He had somehow learned of her work and now held a grudge for his suffering. “I will not apologize for doing Iehovah’s will.”

“No apology would spare you.” Maefyl touched her forehead and smiled as he watched her heart break. He gave her the memory of Iehovah’s journals. Every detail regarding his disgust and loathing for Sachiel’s weakness and clinging. “But maybe you should see what it is you worship.”

“It’s not true.” Sachiel shook her head in angry protest until she vomited as much from the pain of the barbs cutting into her as the realization that the one she loved had thought nothing of her. “You lie! Iehovah adored me.”

“You were nothing.” Maefyl scowled and slapped her hard across the face. “All the suffering you caused was for nothing.”

In his rage Maefyl’s nails had lengthened into black talons and he was through waiting; he grabbed one of Sachiel’s arms and slid a nail beneath her skin and back. When enough flesh had peel away he grabbed hold of it and pulled oblivious to her screams of pain and horror as she watched part of herself be torn away. Maefyl almost couldn’t continue when he saw the visage of agony, remembering his own pain and torture in one of thee wretched tombs, but his mind was still swimming with visions of the pain she had caused for so many and it drove him on.

Magic swelled in him, as if it knew, once again without any call. He let it wrap along the strip of Sachiel’s torn flesh and watched it leave his hand. As a strip of cloth caught in a whirlwind it wrapped along one of the cords suspending Sachiel, securing itself on the barbs.

“Is this Justice for your kind?!” Sachiel screamed in outrage and pain. Her voice cracking and tears pouring down her face. “This twisted torture? You truly are Heaven’s greatest mistake!”

“Justice?” Maefyl grabbed her by her hai and slid another nail beneath the skin at her shoulder as he started into her terror filled eyes. “No, bitch. This is revenge.”

“Because I did as Iehovah asked and had Heaven call you what you were?” Sachiel spoke between panting and screams as Maefyl tore away another part of her. As the loose flesh pulled itself tight around one of her bindings her voice became shrill. “You and that whore that bore you should have been exterminated!”

“You are done talking.” Maefyl had been pulling away a strip of skin from her side and tore it off completely at her hip and used it to gag her. He smirked at her look of disgust and her sudden choking at the taste of her own skin and blood. Maefyl grabbed her face so hard it bruised and stared at her coldly as he gave her the last words he would speak to her. “Lilith is not a whore, but this is not for my mother. It’s not for me either. I could give less of a fuck what heaven thinks of me. The lies and hatred you spread did not just make life miserable for me…. You made Gabriel suffer.”

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