To Torture an Fallen Angel

[Chris Rupel Arclight]

Story by Christopher Arclight, Salvation Arclight, and Melvin the King

Edited and proofread by: Melvin the King

Images and Edits by: The Sapphire God of Oblivion

Fandom: WRETCHEDSILENCESHIPPING

Pairing: Salvation x Melvin x Christopher

This is basically going to be a Fic about all of them, though I think some will read into this a whole lot more...

[Chris Rupel Arclight]

The boy winced and groaned, then opened his eyes to find himself laying in Oblivion atop a rock slab. His twin brother seemed to be behind him, with his hands firmly down on his shoulders. Wearily and dizzily, the boy looked up to see his fierce eyes, confused and very worried. He breathed rapidly and turned when he saw something out of the corner of his eye, that seemed to gather all of his attention at once. It was the Tyrant King. The one and only, who ran all of Oblivion. And he was looming over him, holding his pale legs down. The King stood over him in high form, the Sin Form if any. His black shadowy body moved in almost complete silence, his massive wings folded behind him so neatly.

Salvation looked over at the King and grit his teeth somewhat worriedly. He knew what they had to do, and was prepared - but the fact he could feel his younger twin brother's pain - was wretched. He gently ran his fingers through Chris's hair, and told him softly that he would need to prepare himself for this. And what was 'this' in fact? Well. Christopher was infected. With an Ancient Death Plague no less. Something used to birth Dead Godz in Ancient Scalen Times. It had no discretion between male or female, though if I male were infected with such a being, surely, most times - they would die if not properly cared for. Most died. But the King, would not have Death remove one of his Angels from his possession. So an extraction was surely needed before the time would come.

The King removed the Angel's robes, and he shivered and looked around the lava-infested room terrified. Many times he had gone through unimaginable things, but this was fucking ridiculous. He looked up at his King, cold, naked, and shaking. His long wings seemed to shake, though moving them was pointless, as they were hooked and chained down on either side of where he lay. The other Long-Wing Angel flicked his long light-blue tail, a display of sheer power and might, despite his current fears. Chris looked up at his brother petrified, asking him what was going to happen. But before he would get an answer, Salvation would turn away and close his eyes hard, and a screaming would soon fill the Pits of Oblivion.

Chris screamed and flexed his wings, attempting to get up and run for his life. The thing inside him only seemed to move and vibrate, a reaction to his sudden screaming. The King flexed his tail, and shoved the tip of it far into the screaming Angel, as he ran an extremely sharp claw through the boy's flesh like a fucking knife. He was preparing to extract the other entity, by the means of slicing the other Angel open. Salvation shrieked at his brother's sounds, and climbed up onto the slab, so that he could allow his brother to lay in his lap while attempting to console him. Each scream from his brother was like being stabbed, as they were once one person themselves, so they truly did feel each other's pain and suffering. Salvation waited for Chris's long while tail to appear, and for his extra set of wings, then wrapped his tail in Chris's very tightly. This magical ability, would sustain the boy from dying during the process, by cycling their energies through each other.

[Chris Rupel Arclight]

Chris shrieked again as his Oblivionz Prince Formation came out of him. Symbols began to glow all over his chest, his legs, arms, face, his wings... and then another pair of wings appeared for just a few moments. He screamed and panted, feeling the King's tail going even further into him. Tears began to stream his face, as he begged them to stop this awful process. But he was infected with the Sinner's Plague, so it was important that he kept on getting it - while he bled to death later. The black ooze that flowed through the King would sustain him, almost like a blood transfusion, since blood was also hidden inside of the shadowy ooze.

The Angel chained down only thrashed a while longer, before he was in so much pain he couldn't even move. For a while, he just laid there with his eyes open, motionless. His deep blue eyes turned to a light gray, and for a while, he pretty much stopped breathing, but once or twice a moment to get oxygen into his lungs. As the plague flowed through his entire body, those secondary wings he grew seemed to just melt off his back again, only to turn into ash and vanish. Salvation cringed and his own pale blue wings stiffened and shivered. He gently ran his fingers up and down the sides of his younger brother's face, attempting to keep him calm. His tail dripped with a White Sinner Plague, which pretty much reversed the King's Plague, and turned it into light energy. It was well-needed for restoring his brother here.

Chris seemed to not move, or do much of anything now. His wings fell weakly to his sides, while the King's tail oozed and let off inside of him. The boy's legs were bent up and outwards to compensate for the entry, that seemed to happen in the worst of ways possible. This made Vlad the Impaler, look rather harmless. The King's tail slowly pulsed inside the Angel, his large fin flaring out in response to the amazingly strange feeling. The King however, ignored his tail's urges to explode, and continued to use his claws to strategically slice the Angel open. He made sure to miss any and all vital organs, then watched the blood that soon poured out of Christopher.

For a while, that was all that happened, but soon enough - the black ooze began to flow outwards with that blood. Chris's eyes began to cry blood-red tears, with black streams following. He began to convulse and choke and gag, throwing up the Viral Infection that flowed throughout his entire body.

Salvation held his brother tightly, whispering to him, and trying to stroke his head to calm him. The other Angel shook violently in his arms and looked down, to see that the King's claws were several inches deep into his abdomen's flesh.

[Chris Rupel Arclight]

The King looked at what he was doing, then into the boy's gray dead eyes. The Angel opened his mouth to scream, but it came out as a painful moan, that followed with his mouth dripping what resembled a thick black ink of sorts. Chris weakly laid back against Salvation, who had his arms down at either side of him. Sal reached down and found Chris's hands, and slipped his hands into them firmly. Chris winced and whined as the King continued to rip his flesh open, then just looked up at Sal and cried. His big brother leaned down and kissed the top of his head, and whispered that it would be over eventually.

The King had found what he was looking for. It writhed deep inside of Christopher, just over his organs, in a protective pouch of sorts, formed around it by the being's own energy. Before any of this had happened, his poor Angel had been violated by another Fallen much like himself (like the King), and he had been what had even caused this infection to grow, breathe, and exist. All beings were susceptible to infection by these Scalen creatures, so it was no wonder the other Fallen had been infected and passed it, without even knowing. But that was an ordeal for another time. The King would surely bash him to death later anyways...

Between his claws sat an almost alien-looking fetus. It was young, but matured enough to be born. It was born just a tad early, to insure that Chris would be able to live on after this. The King summoned one of his guards, and demanded that this extraction be placed somewhere warm until he was done with the strange Hellien surgery he was doing. The guards took the black mess of flesh, that seemed to just drip with the Plague. The King then turned back to the dying Angel, and stiffened his tail inside of the boy. He looked down into his flesh, and could visibly see where the spear tip was inside of him. He pushed his tail in and out of the boy, until it became firmer, secreting more of the Sinner Plague into him. Salvation seemed to automatically respond, his tail wrapped in Chris's to thwart the Plague, and make it into a healer of sorts. This was completely acceptable, since Christopher was the Angel of Plague, meaning he was tainted by the King of Oblivion, and light and dark energy made him up now.

The Tyrant King withdrew his tail, and watched as blood and black ooze flowed from the boy's back side. He then carefully pushed down on his injury, and coiled his tail upwards so it could drip it's Viral Infection onto the boy. Almost immediately the skin began to scar over, and react with the White Sinner Plague, that Salvation was creating inside of Chris. It was almost as if they were stitching him closed with a needle and thread, but surely, this was far more rancid then something so incredibly simple.

[Chris Rupel Arclight]

The Angel of Plague shivered and threw up again. The Angel of Salvation (that was Salvation ironically), gently stroked his brother's face, and laid him down gently. The lesser Angel was freed from his binds, while the King turned away to take care of the living Dead God he now had in his possession. He would sacrifice it to the Scale later, because sacrificing Darkness in the name of Light, would throw the Balance back in the right direction with time.

Christopher trembled and cried in his brother's arms, looking down, shocked to see that he was no longer bleeding to death a bit later. He was now completely scarred over and healed, but the pain inside him was still something wretched. He'd gone from looking like he were 5-6 months pregnant, back to his normal-looking self, in a few short hours. Salvation gently kissed the side of his brother's face, and held him tightly, his own energy feeling the pain that Chris felt. The two Angels laid there for a long while, only awaiting the moment when their King would return.

Both of the twins wished for nothing more than to return to the surface, or at least to surface back upon Earth again. Living there in Oblivion was uncanny, and they both seemed rather fearful of the place since they'd been separated. And rightfully so. When the two were merged they overpowered even the King, and now, split apart, they were more useful - but much weaker, and more able to get infected by things. But the King preferred it this way. He was originally going to sacrifice Salvation, similarly to how he was going to sacrifice this Dead God, except Sal wouldn't die, he's just be forced to serve another region. The King had no reason to keep the Dead God around, so he was legitimately going to sacrifice it to kill the thing. They weren't ever supposed to exist anyways. He was merely doing the Balance a huge favor, though it was his Angel that was infected in the first place.

Chris and Salvation embraced each other tightly, the lesser Angel still naked and cold. Blood and ooze covered the area around them, but they neither cared nor wanted to move. Salvation used his long robes to cover his brother, then pressed his body to Chris's to keep him warm. Chris was paling out and still having issues breathing, but their tails were wrapped together, so eventually they would both heal and be fine again. But it would take several years to get Chris back to healthy. Perhaps then a few hundred would go bay (Earthen years), but then when they would surface, they would learn it was only a night. Regardless of whatever happened after that, they would all agree, that this was something they never wanted to happen, ever again.

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