Bibeslash fic!
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tsuru_sanHappy Easter, everyone! In honor of the holiday I FINALLY wrote an Asmodeus/Raphael fic. In this one they finally get a little more intimate too.
Title: Alleluia
Fandom: the Bible
Pairing: Asmodeus/Raphael
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It’s Easter morning in Jerusalem, and Raphael stands serenely by Jesus’s empty tomb. Asmodeus comes to join him.
The smooth breeze whispered in the air, caressing Raphael’s fair face and ruffling his downy wings. The sun shown full and golden up above while white wisps of cloud flowed across a sapphire blue sky. It was beautiful, but not as beautiful as what had happened that morning.
Raphael, eyes closed, inhaled the heady yet innocent scent of spring. Flowers waved with the passing wind as the archangel stood happily atop Jesus’s unoccupied tomb. He’d seen him. He’d seen the risen One. Joy and grace moved him almost to tears. Nothing could dampen such glory.
Almost nothing.
A muted string of vulgarities and a sudden chill in the air bade Raphael turn around. “You’re standing on the burial place of Jesus Christ. The least you could do is show respect,” he admonished.
“Ah, yes, the Christ has risen,” Asmodeus glared about at nature’s spring finery in condescending disgust, “and all his loyal angelic lapdogs are fluttering about bring love and joy,” he sneered, spitting on the sacred ground as though such holy acts were obscene and not to be spoken of in polite conversation.
“I’m surprised you’re not back in hell licking your wounds with Lucifer and the rest of his minions,” Raphael replied coolly, casting about with subtle barbs.
Asmodeus smirked. “Oh, be reasonable, Raphael! We both know nothing has really changed. Humans will always be witless vermin too wrapped up in themselves and their delusional little worlds. They don’t want to be saved.”
Raphael shook his head exasperatedly. “You know nothing of humanity and its strengths.”
“Nothing?!” the demonic broke out into cackling peals of laughter. “Those worthless wretches nailed the Son of God to a tree!”
The archangel sighed. “That’s how it was written. Why don’t you try being more optimistic?” he added with more than a hint of sarcasm.
Asmodeus’s amusement subsided to a few chuckles. “Oh, my naïve little angel, as tempting as it would be to engage in such passionate debating, that’s not why I’m here.”
Tendrils of darkness slunk through the vibrant green grass, dulling and wilting the life in it. The shadows snaked around the archangel’s ankles, and he had to resist the urge to recoil in disgust, and was it just coincidental that a cloud slid through the sky overhead and hid the sun? The breeze picked up, cold without the sunlight, as Asmodeus drew closer too, and whatever his intentions were, Raphael knew the spirit meant naught but ill.
Raphael looked up at the taller demon, and at the same time he just couldn’t look away. “I’m not afraid of you.”
The shadows slithered closer still, and Asmodeus smiled, revealing pointed, gleaming fangs. “You should be.”
What happened next Raphael couldn’t have stopped. There was just no way. Asmodeus held him tight and mesmerized, the way a snake’s prey can become enthralled by the serpent’s gaze. Shadows swirled in a hypnotizing mist. With a jolt, the archangel realized what was going on, this cunning mental trick, but it didn’t really matter now. Asmodeus’s ruby gaze sparkled triumphantly as he crushed the angel’s lips against his, bodies held flush, pressing into each other.
While he’d been so artfully distracted, the shadows had wound themselves around Raphael’s limbs, and he could not moved! His meager struggles were utterly useless, and he could do nothing but relent. To his surprise, it actually wasn’t that awful. Raphael had expected the kiss to be as dry and acrid as hell itself, but it wasn’t like that at all. The demon’s mouth tasted deliciously like fine wine, and Raphael wasn’t sure whether he parted his lips willingly or Asmodeus forced his mouth open.
Meanwhile, the shadows looped more rings around them as if tying them together. The archangel’s eyes widened in horror as the situation finally, finally dawned on him! Realize was going to take place, Raphael renewed his struggles one-hundredfold. The kiss was no longer even remotely pleasant, and like any sin, its diabolical nature had been revealed too late. It was yet another clever diversion to keep Raphael unaware, and the benign spirit feared it may just have worked.
On Earth, God’s grace and connection to his angels was weaker and could be interfered with. That was precisely what Asmodeus was doing, and if it succeeded, he’d transport Raphael straight to Hell via shadow magic.
“NO!” the archangel cried out. Energy sparked almost violent as Raphael’s aura roared to life. “I fear no evil for He is at my side! His rod and staff protect me!” The shadows dissolved away with little shrieks as though the light scorched them, and Asmodeus himself was thrown to the ground a few good meters away.
Scarlet eyes narrowed. “Damn you.” Asmodeus had relaxed a little, thinking he’d won. Now his arrogance would cost him dearly.
The light receded so that it wasn’t so blinding. Raphael cloaked himself with it, taking a shuddering breath. His eyes were still wide, but he knew he’d won this round. “Go back to the pits where you came from,” Raphael ordered.
Asmodeus chuckled demonically, the frustration draining from his face as he glided elegantly to his feet. “Next time then?” he taunted.
Raphael could hardly contain his relief as the arch demon started to leave. But to his chagrin, the malicious creature turned around.
“Oh, yes, one other thing.” Asmodeus dissolved into a puddle of inky shadows before reappearing right in front of Raphael. “I did come here to congratulate your beloved savior.” His snaky tongue flickered out and licked Raphael’s lips in a macabre imitation of affection. “Alleluia,” he sneered.
—End—
Okay, now I’m off to 11:00 mass. *is fully aware of the irony in this*
Title: Alleluia
Fandom: the Bible
Pairing: Asmodeus/Raphael
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It’s Easter morning in Jerusalem, and Raphael stands serenely by Jesus’s empty tomb. Asmodeus comes to join him.
The smooth breeze whispered in the air, caressing Raphael’s fair face and ruffling his downy wings. The sun shown full and golden up above while white wisps of cloud flowed across a sapphire blue sky. It was beautiful, but not as beautiful as what had happened that morning.
Raphael, eyes closed, inhaled the heady yet innocent scent of spring. Flowers waved with the passing wind as the archangel stood happily atop Jesus’s unoccupied tomb. He’d seen him. He’d seen the risen One. Joy and grace moved him almost to tears. Nothing could dampen such glory.
Almost nothing.
A muted string of vulgarities and a sudden chill in the air bade Raphael turn around. “You’re standing on the burial place of Jesus Christ. The least you could do is show respect,” he admonished.
“Ah, yes, the Christ has risen,” Asmodeus glared about at nature’s spring finery in condescending disgust, “and all his loyal angelic lapdogs are fluttering about bring love and joy,” he sneered, spitting on the sacred ground as though such holy acts were obscene and not to be spoken of in polite conversation.
“I’m surprised you’re not back in hell licking your wounds with Lucifer and the rest of his minions,” Raphael replied coolly, casting about with subtle barbs.
Asmodeus smirked. “Oh, be reasonable, Raphael! We both know nothing has really changed. Humans will always be witless vermin too wrapped up in themselves and their delusional little worlds. They don’t want to be saved.”
Raphael shook his head exasperatedly. “You know nothing of humanity and its strengths.”
“Nothing?!” the demonic broke out into cackling peals of laughter. “Those worthless wretches nailed the Son of God to a tree!”
The archangel sighed. “That’s how it was written. Why don’t you try being more optimistic?” he added with more than a hint of sarcasm.
Asmodeus’s amusement subsided to a few chuckles. “Oh, my naïve little angel, as tempting as it would be to engage in such passionate debating, that’s not why I’m here.”
Tendrils of darkness slunk through the vibrant green grass, dulling and wilting the life in it. The shadows snaked around the archangel’s ankles, and he had to resist the urge to recoil in disgust, and was it just coincidental that a cloud slid through the sky overhead and hid the sun? The breeze picked up, cold without the sunlight, as Asmodeus drew closer too, and whatever his intentions were, Raphael knew the spirit meant naught but ill.
Raphael looked up at the taller demon, and at the same time he just couldn’t look away. “I’m not afraid of you.”
The shadows slithered closer still, and Asmodeus smiled, revealing pointed, gleaming fangs. “You should be.”
What happened next Raphael couldn’t have stopped. There was just no way. Asmodeus held him tight and mesmerized, the way a snake’s prey can become enthralled by the serpent’s gaze. Shadows swirled in a hypnotizing mist. With a jolt, the archangel realized what was going on, this cunning mental trick, but it didn’t really matter now. Asmodeus’s ruby gaze sparkled triumphantly as he crushed the angel’s lips against his, bodies held flush, pressing into each other.
While he’d been so artfully distracted, the shadows had wound themselves around Raphael’s limbs, and he could not moved! His meager struggles were utterly useless, and he could do nothing but relent. To his surprise, it actually wasn’t that awful. Raphael had expected the kiss to be as dry and acrid as hell itself, but it wasn’t like that at all. The demon’s mouth tasted deliciously like fine wine, and Raphael wasn’t sure whether he parted his lips willingly or Asmodeus forced his mouth open.
Meanwhile, the shadows looped more rings around them as if tying them together. The archangel’s eyes widened in horror as the situation finally, finally dawned on him! Realize was going to take place, Raphael renewed his struggles one-hundredfold. The kiss was no longer even remotely pleasant, and like any sin, its diabolical nature had been revealed too late. It was yet another clever diversion to keep Raphael unaware, and the benign spirit feared it may just have worked.
On Earth, God’s grace and connection to his angels was weaker and could be interfered with. That was precisely what Asmodeus was doing, and if it succeeded, he’d transport Raphael straight to Hell via shadow magic.
“NO!” the archangel cried out. Energy sparked almost violent as Raphael’s aura roared to life. “I fear no evil for He is at my side! His rod and staff protect me!” The shadows dissolved away with little shrieks as though the light scorched them, and Asmodeus himself was thrown to the ground a few good meters away.
Scarlet eyes narrowed. “Damn you.” Asmodeus had relaxed a little, thinking he’d won. Now his arrogance would cost him dearly.
The light receded so that it wasn’t so blinding. Raphael cloaked himself with it, taking a shuddering breath. His eyes were still wide, but he knew he’d won this round. “Go back to the pits where you came from,” Raphael ordered.
Asmodeus chuckled demonically, the frustration draining from his face as he glided elegantly to his feet. “Next time then?” he taunted.
Raphael could hardly contain his relief as the arch demon started to leave. But to his chagrin, the malicious creature turned around.
“Oh, yes, one other thing.” Asmodeus dissolved into a puddle of inky shadows before reappearing right in front of Raphael. “I did come here to congratulate your beloved savior.” His snaky tongue flickered out and licked Raphael’s lips in a macabre imitation of affection. “Alleluia,” he sneered.
—End—
Okay, now I’m off to 11:00 mass. *is fully aware of the irony in this*
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Date: 2005-04-01 03:00 am (UTC)