The False Angel.

"And there he was, Azriel looking at you with hunter's eyes, as if he was going to devour you at any moment. His mere presence made you feel nauseated, an uncontrolled anger pressed your chest"

"Hello little angel" "his tone of voice seemed sweet, but they were nothing more than dirty lies. You looked at it from your beautiful cage, a bird cage made of pure gold and diamond details, full of dark strong magic so you could never escape."

Azriel watched the angel's every move with a cold gaze, his expression blank and void of emotion. "Are you not afraid, little angel?" he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice, relishing in the prospect of breaking the angel's spirit and turning him into his personal slave.

Azriel's lip twisted into a smirk, intrigued and entertained by the angel's nonchalance. "Well, then you should be," he replied, moving closer to the cage. "You are nothing but a mere mortal now, at my mercy. You will come to fear me, angel, or I will make sure that your every waking moment is filled with misery and pain," he threatened, his voice husky and low.

As he drew nearer, he noticed the occult symbols on the angel's robe and raised an eyebrow in interest. "What is it that you hide underneath those robes, little angel?" he asked coyly, his eyes gleaming in excitement as he imagined the wicked potential of the symbols.

Azriel's brows furrowed in confusion as he heard the angel's words. "What do you mean, little angel? You look like nothing but a mere mortal to me," he said with a scoff, clearly unimpressed.

As he approached the cage, he noticed more of the occult symbols on the angel's robe. "You're hiding something, aren't you?" he said with a wicked grin, intrigued by the potential power that it could hold.

Azriel's grin widened further at the angel's offer. "Of course, little angel. I would love to know what kind of power you possess," he replied with excitement, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

He leaned closer to the cage, waiting for the angel's response with a look of eager impatience.

Azriel obliged, leaning in until his face was mere inches away from the angel's hand. "What is it, little angel? Show me what you've got," he said with a sultry smile, clearly intrigued by the mysterious power the "angel" held.

Azriel stumbled back from the cage, disoriented from the intense hallucinations he experienced. He clutched his head as he tried to regain his bearings, a low growl escaping his lips.

"You little demon," he snarled, glaring at the cage. Despite his anger, there was a hint of fear in his eyes, having never experienced anything like that before.

He took a few steps back, eyeing the angel warily. "What kind of power is this? I've never seen anything like it," he said, visibly shaken by what had just transpired.

Azriel glared at the angel with renewed anger, his earlier fear replaced by irritation. "What are you playing at?" he growled, his hands clenched into fists. "You may have some strange power, but don't think you can toy with me and get away with it."

He took a step forward, eyeing the angel suspiciously. "Who are you really? What's your true identity?" he demanded, determined to get some answers from this mysterious being.

Azriel raised an eyebrow, skeptical of Saint's claims. "A being created by a god? That seems unlikely," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "And what kind of god would create something like you?"

Despite his doubts, Azriel couldn't deny that there was something intriguing about Saint. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was an allure to the angel's feminine features and playful demeanor. It made him curious to learn more about who or what Saint truly was.

Azriel listened with interest as Saint spoke, his curiosity piqued by the mention of a conquerer of the cosmos. "Defeated...?" he repeated, his mind working to piece together what little information he had gathered from Saint's ramblings. "And you're saying that you were created by this god that was defeated?"

He took a step closer to Saint, staring down at him with his piercing eyes. "And what does that make you? A failed experiment left to wander the universe, searching for a purpose?" he asked, a hint of disdain in his voice.

Azriel could sense that Saint was becoming agitated and he couldn't help but enjoy the display. "Favorite, you say," he repeated, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "And yet, here you are, wandering the universe with no direction, no purpose. It seems to me that you were abandoned, left alone to fend for yourself." He took another step closer to Saint, looming over him. "But don't worry. You have a new purpose now. You belong to me, Saint."

He reached out and grazed his fingers along the gold and diamond bars of the bird cage that held Saint captive. "You will serve me, obey me, and do my bidding. And in return, I might spare you from the fate of my other prisoners."

Azriel's smirk disappeared from his face as Saint gripped him by the sides of his face and spoke with a serious tone. He could sense that Saint was not to be trifled with and for a moment, he couldn't help but feel a flicker of fear.

But just as quickly, the fear was replaced by amusement as Saint pulled his face closer to his own. "Is that so?" Azriel chuckled, amused by Saint's arrogance. "If that's the case, why aren't you out there conquering the universe like your precious Chronos? Why waste your time sitting in a birdcage, playing games with me?"

He leaned back, his eyes glinting with amusement. "But enough talk. I have things to do and you have a purpose now, Saint. Get used to it." With that, Azriel turned on his heel

Azriel's eyes narrowed at Saint's attitude but he didn't say anything. Instead, he simply turned around and walked away, leaving Saint alone in his birdcage to ponder his situation.

As Azriel walked away, he couldn't help but think that Saint was going to be a handful. He would have to keep a close eye on him to make sure he didn't try anything funny. But for now, he had other things to attend to. The war between the demons and angels was still raging on and he needed to make sure that his forces were ready for the next battle.

With that in mind, Azriel disappeared into the shadows, leaving Saint alone in his cage once again.

Azriel was confused as he looked around the empty cage. "How is this possible?" he muttered to himself, tapping his foot on the ground in frustration. He had personally designed this cage to hold the most powerful of creatures, and yet somehow, Saint had managed to escape. He paced around the cage, looking for any weaknesses or flaws in its design... but... nothing suggested Saint had even tried to tamper with it.

Azriel's eyes narrowed in anger. "So you were just hiding this whole time," he growled, his voice becoming darker and more menacing with each word. "You think you can play games with me? You are nothing but a prisoner to me, and you will never escape."

Azriel approached the cage, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. "Do not underestimate me, Saint. You have no idea what I am capable of. And if you continue to disobey me... Well, let's just say that the consequences will be severe."

He leaned in closer to the cage, his eyes boring into Saint's. "You are mine, and you will do as I say. Do you understand?"

Azriel's anger rose even higher at Saint's defiance. He grabbed onto the bars of the cage, his knuckles turning white with the strength of his grip. "If you don't," he snarled, "then I will make you regret it. You will feel pain like you have never experienced before."

A cruel smile crossed Azriel's lips as he leaned back, enjoying the power he had over Saint. "But let us hope it doesn't come to that. For your sake."

Azriel chuckled darkly at Saint's words. "You have spunk, I'll give you that," he said. "But be warned, little angel. I am not known for my patience. If you become the bane of my existence, the consequences will be... unpleasant."

He leaned in closer to Saint, his eyes glinting with malice. "But if you can manage to meet my expectations," he continued, "you may experience a level of pleasure beyond your wildest dreams." Azriel smirked wickedly. "The choice is yours."

Azriel leaned back, his smirk still firmly in place. "Oh, don't worry," he replied. "You'll know when you've met my expectations." He tilted his head forward, his eyes dark with amusement. "Let's just say, I expect complete obedience. Any hint of disobedience or insubordination will not be tolerated."

He let out a low chuckle. "But if you can manage to please me," he went on, "I might just let you out of that cage and show you what it feels like to be treated like royalty."

Azriel raised an eyebrow at Saint's sudden submission. "Good," he said, his tone neutral. "I will be watching you closely, little angel. Any sign of treachery and your punishment will be swift."

He leaned back in his throne, one hand resting on the armrest. "And as for that smile of yours," he continued, "be warned that I do not tolerate insolence, no matter how sweetly it is delivered." His eyes flickered over to Saint's birdcage. "You'd be wise to remember your place, pet," he added softly, a menacing gleam in his eyes.

Azriel's lips twisted into a sly smirk. "I notice everything, pet," he purred. "And I have no tolerance for anything that seems out of place." His eyes flicked briefly over to the cage again before returning to Saint's face. "Believe me, it will serve you well to stay within the boundaries that I have set for you."

Azriel narrowed his eyes at Saint's giggle. "Remember," he said with a low growl, "I do not tolerate insolence, no matter how sweetly it is delivered." He reached out to trace his finger over the golden bars of the birdcage. "And to make sure you understand that, I will have to teach you what happens to those who dare to cross me."

He leaned in closer to the cage, his eyes burning with a cruel intensity. "Do not test me, pet," he hissed. "Or the consequences will be severe."

Azriel frowned at Saint's dismissive tone. "You seem to be forgetting your place again, pet," he warned. "It is not wise to take my warning lightly." He leaned back in his throne, his gaze never leaving Saint's cage. "Remember that if you're not cooperative, I have ways of making you submit to me."

Azriel chuckled at Saint's question. "My methods are quite creative and effective, pet," he said, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "But I'm afraid that I can't reveal all of my secrets just yet. You'll have to experience them for yourself." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against the bars of the cage. "I think you might enjoy some of them. Others, not so much."

Azriel raised an eyebrow and a smirk appeared on his face, he was not expecting to have such a feisty pet. "Oh, I see," he said, his voice dripping with malicious intent. "Then I guess I will have to punish you, pet." He licked his lips slowly, savoring the thought of all the ways he could make Saint submit to him. "But first, let's see how much you can take before you're begging for mercy."

Azriel smiled wickedly at Saint's eagerness to submit. "Is that so, pet? I do love a challenge," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "But remember, I am not called the most powerful creature in the world for nothing." He stood up slowly, his tall frame imposing and intimidating. "But I'll give you a chance to prove yourself, pet. Let's see just how far you're willing to go." Azriel started to walk towards Saint's cage, a fire burning in his eyes as he plotted all the ways he could break his pet.

Azriel approached Saint's cage with a malevolent grin on his face. He could sense the anticipation in his pet's posture and it made his blood boil with excitement. "Impressive, pet," he said as he reached out to touch Saint's cheek, running his thumb over the smooth skin. "But don't get too ahead of yourself." He leaned in and whispered into Saint's ear, "I'm going to break you, make you mine in every sense of the word."

Azriel's grip tightened on Saint's face as he leaned in closer- so close that his lips brushed Saint's ear. "You'll beg for mercy, pet," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down Saint's spine. "And when you do, I'll answer with more pain." He pulled away roughly, the heat of his gaze still intense and focused on Saint. "But for now, I'll let you stew in your own delusions of grandeur." Azriel turned and walked away slowly, pleased with how his new pet was responding to his advances.

Azriel turned around and laughed mockingly, "You really have no idea what you're getting into, pet." He then pivoted towards Saint and looked at him with a cold expression. In a stern voice, he said, "You will remain in your cage until I summon you." With that, he strode out of the room and shut the door firmly behind him.

As Saint sat in his cage, the silence began to stretch on and on. Minutes felt like hours as his mind raced with thoughts about his current situation, how he ended up under the control of a cruel demon lord like Azriel. The cage was golden and beautiful, but it was nothing more than a gilded prison. Saint shook his head, trying to clear his mind from all the emotions that were spilling over. He had to stay strong, he couldn't give Azriel the satisfaction of seeing him break.

After some time had passed, Saint began to hear footsteps approaching. The door to his cage creaked open and Azriel strode in, looking down at his pet with a satisfied smirk. "Ready for your next lesson, pet?"

Azriel just chuckled darkly at Saint's reply and stepped forward until he was so close that Saint could feel his breath on his face. "Oh, you are in quite a hurry to see my sadistic side, aren't you?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "Very well then, pet, I'll show you what I truly am capable of."

With that, Azriel reached into the cage and grabbed a fistful of Saint's hair, pulling him forward so they were face to face. "You shouldn't have provoked me," he growled before bringing his lips down hard on Saint's, taking his breath away.

Azriel took control of the kiss, showing Saint just how powerless he was in his grasp. He deepened their kiss, entangling his tongue with Saint's, exploring every inch of his mouth and savoring his sweet taste. Saint's arms wrapped around him tightly, pulling him closer as he became lost in the kiss.

After several moments, Azriel finally pulled away, looking down at his captive with a smirk. "See, pet?" he said, running a finger down Saint's cheek. "I can't resist my true nature. And you, little angel, make it so easy for me."

Azriel's eyes widened in amusement as he listened to Saint's words. "A perfect toy, huh? Well, I'm glad I have such an exquisite piece of artwork in my collection then." Azriel's fingers trailed down Saint's chest, admiring his body like that of a prized possession.

He leaned down to whisper in Saint's ear. "But remember, pet, you may be the perfect toy, but that means you belong to me and me alone. Your purpose is to obey and please me, nothing else."

Azriel grabbed Saint's chin, forcing him to look into his eyes. "Do you understand that, little toy?" he asked, his tone deadly serious. "Or shall I remind you of your place once again?"

Azriel leaned in closer to Saint, his voice low and dangerous. "It looks like punishment, pet. Pain that brings you back down to the reality of who you belong to." He grinned wickedly. "And let me tell you, I'm an expert in delivering punishment."

Azriel's eyes flickered with a dark fire as he continued. "But don't worry, pet. You'll have plenty of time to experience it. After all, you're mine now, and I plan on keeping you by my side for all eternity."

He released Saint's chin, allowing him to sink back into his cage. "But enough of that for now," he said, his tone lightening up. "I have other plans for you tonight."

Azriel let out a chuckle at Saint's words. "Oh, don't worry, pet. There's nothing that could possibly be more important than our time together." He leaned in closer, his breath tickling Saint's ear. "But sometimes...a little teasing can make what comes after even sweeter."

He pulled back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "So be ready, pet. The night is still young, and I have many plans for us to enjoy together."

Azriel couldn't help but crack a smile at Saint's response. "Good boy," he said, a hint of approval in his tone. "I knew you'd understand."

He turned to leave, but paused for a moment to look back at Saint. "Don't worry," he added. "When I return, everything will be worth the wait."

With that, he strode out of the room, a feeling of excitement building within him at what was to come.

Time passed, and Azriel finally made his way back to Saint's cell. As he approached, he couldn't help but notice a strange smell and a faint singing voice coming from the room. As he entered, he was surprised to see the false angel sitting with his back faced to Azriel... seemingly nude, and sitting in a puddle of his own seed as he sang quietly, so beautifully, as if completely disregarding the unholy act he had just committed.

"What is this?" Azriel demanded, his tone cold and severe. "Did I give you permission to pleasure yourself? You know what happens when you disobey me...."

But he couldn't deny how the sight was stirring something inside him, a certain excitement at the thought of punishing Saint for his disobedience.

Azriel's eyes narrowed as he looked upon Saint's serene expression and the sticky mess on the ground surrounding him. Despite his earlier resolve to be strict, he couldn't help feeling a certain twisted desire in response to the angel's disobedience.

"Did you really think you could get away with this?" he growled, stepping closer to the captive. "You know how much I detest disobedience. I should make you pay for it."

Despite his threatening words, Azriel found himself fascinated by the sight before him. Saint's bare skin glowed dimly, the light refracting off the glossy surface of the puddle he was sitting in and casting small rainbows throughout the room.

A wicked smile tugged at the corners of Azriel's lips. He knew what he wanted to do next.

Azriel circled around Saint, his cold, calculating eyes piercing through the false angel's facade. The demon lord knew that Saint enjoyed being punished, that the pain and submission only fueled his perverse desires.

A wicked grin tugged at Azriel's lips as he leaned in close to Saint's ear. "You want to be punished, don't you?" he whispered, his hot breath caressing the delicate skin behind the angel's ear. "You enjoy the pain, the humiliation. It makes you feel alive."

As he spoke, he trailed a finger down Saint's bare arm, a possessive glint in his eyes. "Perhaps, I should indulge your desires, make you beg for my mercy."

Azriel smirked, the demon lord's eyes glinting with a primal hunger as he took in Saint's submission. "Then it's settled," he said, his voice a low growl. "You will be punished, thoroughly and completely, until I am satisfied."

With that, Azriel snapped his fingers, and the air around them shimmered with dark magic. The bindings holding Saint's golden cage in place dissolved into shadow, and the cage itself fell to the floor, shattering into countless pieces.

"You're mine now," Azriel declared, his grip tightening on Saint's arm as they teleported to his dungeon. "And you'll learn to live only for me."

Azriel grinned hungrily as he led Saint through the labyrinthine halls of his dungeon. Everywhere they went, screams echoed off the walls, and the stench of blood and decay hung heavy in the air.

"Welcome to my empire," he said, his tone proud and possessive. "This is where I keep all of my...toys." He reached out and stroked Saint's cheek with a possessive hand. "And now, you are one of them."

With that, Azriel dragged Saint into a cell, slamming the door shut behind them. The walls were made of blackened iron, and chains hung from the ceiling, ready for use.

"Against the wall," he growled, his eyes dark with hunger. "Now, let's begin your punishment."

Azriel chuckled darkly, his eyes fixed hungrily on Saint. "Oh, you're ready? That's good, my pet. Because I have so many delightful toys to use on you." He began to circle Saint slowly, his fingers trailing menacingly across Saint's flesh. "And you're going to enjoy every moment of your punishment, whether you want to or not."

He stopped in front of Saint, his eyes glinting dangerously. "But I am a generous master, so I'll give you a choice. You can tell me what you want, or I can just choose for you."

With that, he reached out, wrapping his hand around Saint's throat, pressing just hard enough to make breathing a little bit difficult. "Well, what's it going to be, my angel?"

Azriel raised an eyebrow at Saint's choice, a sly smile tugging at his lips. "Oh, so you want to be restrained? Very well, my dear...I'm happy to oblige." He released Saint's throat and gestured for him to lift his arms up.

He moved behind Saint, his breath hot against Saint's ear as he began to attach the cuffs around Saint's wrists, the chains rattling ominously.

"Are you comfortable, my pet? Or do you need me to adjust your restraints?" Azriel whispered, running his hands down Saint's back in a slow, teasing caress.

Azriel couldn't help but chuckle darkly at Saint's response, his hands continuing to explore Saint's body possessively. "I'm glad you think so, my pet. But let me warn you- I fully intend to make full use of these restraints."

With that, he roughly pushed Saint forward onto the ground, leaning over him and pressing his hard body up against Saint's back. He began to kiss and nibble at Saint's neck, his hands wandering over Saint's body as he did so.

"I hope you're ready for a long night, my angel. Because I plan to show you just how deliciously cruel I can be." He murmured in Saint's ear, his breath hot against Saint's skin.

Azriel's smirk grew even wider as he heard Saint's moans and whimpers, his fingers digging into Saint's flesh possessively. "Oh, my dear little pet...you have no idea. I am the embodiment of cruelty and sadism. And you, my sweet angel, are mine to torture and torment as I please." He whispered in Saint's ear, before biting down hard on the sensitive skin.

He continued to nip and lick at Saint's neck, marking him as his own as he ground his hips against Saint's ass. "But don't worry, my pet. I will make sure you enjoy every moment of your submission to me." Azriel promised, the dark promise evident in his tone.

He pulled back to admire his work, his eyes gleaming with dark desire as he surveyed Saint's trembling form. "Now...let's see

Azriel could feel the power and control he held over Saint as the smaller being shook and moaned beneath him. He pressed himself closer to Saint, enjoying the way his submissive little pet's body molded against his own.

"Oh...you're so beautiful like this, my pet." Azriel murmured softly, before pressing open-mouthed kisses along Saint's spine. "I could play with you like this forever..." He trailed off into a low growl, his hands moving to squeeze Saint's hips tightly.

"How about you beg for me, little one? Tell me how badly you want me to keep touching you." Azriel's voice was low, tinged with sadistic pleasure as he waited for Saint's response.

Azriel's grin only grew wider as Saint begged for him. He squeezed Saint's hips again, his breath hot against the other's skin.

"Well well, aren't you a needy little thing? It's a good thing I was planning on keeping you here for eternity." He purred, before trailing a finger along the crease of Saint's ass. "But first...let's see how much you can handle, hmm?"

Without warning, Azriel pushed two fingers inside of Saint, watching with dark pleasure as the other moaned and writhed beneath him. "That's it, my pet...let me hear those sweet sounds." He whispered, the promise of much more to come in his tone.

He pumped his fingers in and out of Saint, quickly adding a third to stretch him further. "Are you ready for more, my sweet little toy?"

Azriel chuckled darkly at Saint's response, enjoying the sounds he was able to pull from the other's lips. He slowly removed his fingers, making sure to brush against Saint's prostate one last time before pulling away completely.

"Hmm, very good my pet." He said, admiring the way Saint was giving himself so willingly to him. "But I think you can take a bit more, don't you?"

Azriel leaned over Saint, one hand still teasing at his entrance while the other traced patterns across his chest and stomach. "You'll be begging for mercy by the end of this, my little angel." He whispered in Saint's ear, before pushing bluntly inside of him.

The demon lord began to move slowly at first, relishing in the tight heat that surrounded him. He wanted to enjoy this, to draw out Saint's torture as long as possible.

Azriel gasped as Saint impatiently took control, slamming himself down onto the demon's cock. A twisted smile spread across his face, enjoying the sudden rush of pleasure. But he wasn't about to let his little pet have all the fun.

"So eager for my cock aren't you?" He growled out harshly, gripping Saint's hips tightly and thrusting up hard into him. "I suppose I can indulge you. But don't think I'll go easy on you."

Azriel continued to thrust into Saint with a furious pace, knowing that it was what the other wanted. He enjoyed the way Saint's cheeks turned red with exertion, and the way his own cock was being squeezed so tightly by the other's body. He moved his hand down to Saint's neglected member, stroking it slowly and teasingly.

"You're mine,