Eternal Torment

Fall from Grace

There’s tears in my eyes,
A half lived life behind me
A heart broken and re-sown with a rusty needle…
Lies kept secret
My wings are torn and tattered,
Laying broken on the ground…
My halo’s smash and bent,
My dress white dress splashed with red streaks…
The ground is cold beneath my feet,
Standing still in a puddle of tears and blood…
A fake smile plastered on my face,
As I slowly fall from grace…

Eternal Torment

Kadaj groans in pain, his emerald green slitted eyes fluttering open. He looks around, ‘W-where am I?’ the last few things he remembers are laying there in Clouds arms and slowly fading, to hearing his mother’s voice… then nothing, and now he is surrounded by darkness, or almost darkness. Kadaj tries to stand up, only to find his hands bound to something invisible. Pulling hard he grits his teeth, he stops moving when he hears laughter.

Sephiroth clicks his tongue, “You thought you could ever compare to me?” Sephiroth asks, his voice filled with amusement. Pulling his sword from it’s sheath, he slowly walks over. “So helpless…now you really are a puppet.”

“Fuck off.” Kadaj bites out, pulling even harder on the invisible bindings, “You took her from me.”

“Who?” Sephiroth asks, slightly confused.

“Mother, you took her… she would have made me whole.” Kadaj yells, cringing when Sephiroth’s eyes fill with rage, with an undertone of something Kadaj cares to ignore.

“Insolent fool, she would never have loved you…” Sephiroth quickly kneels running a leather encased hand down Kadaj’s bare chest. “Nothing but a puppet.. A tool at best. Pathetic and weak.” Sephiroth leans down, his mouth hot against Kadaj’s neck, his teeth sharp against the smooth flesh.

“Ah, S-stop.” Kadaj jerks his head away, “Don’t touch me.”

“I hardly think you are in any place to give orders.” Sephiroth snaps his jaw closed, tearing the flesh under his sharp teeth. Delighted when the fake human cries out, pulling back he wipes his mouth, smearing the blood across his pale lips.

“I think this will be punishment enough…” Sephiroth laughs, before unsheathing his sword.

“I’ve done nothing wrong.” Kadaj winces at how weak that sounds, “I just wanted to see mother.”

Sephiroth smirks, before reaching down and pinching Kadaj’s nipple. “She was never your mother.” leaning down he sinks his teeth into the Kadaj’s shoulder, pulling until flesh tears.

“Ah, God, S-Stop.” Kadaj cries out, the feeling of his blood splattering against some surface, makes his stomach churn. Panting he blinks his tear filled eyes, his body trembling.

“Begging already? Pathetic.” Sephiroth twists the nipple in his fingers until the flesh rips, laughing sadistically when his play toy screams even louder. “That’s it scream for me.” Sephiroth’s eyes flash, leaning down, he kisses Kadaj, pulling the younger mans tongue into his mouth; before biting down hard… blood splashing into his mouth.

Kadaj’s eyes widen, bile rising in his throat, when he feels every centimeter of muscle and sinew in his tongue server. Kadaj’s chokes when blood rushes down his throat mixing with the burning stomach acid.

Sephiroth leans back up, spitting out the tip of Kadaj’s tongue, “Now I won’t have to listen to your pathetic begging.” Sephiroth’s cock twitches painfully in it’s leather prison, purring Sephiroth slowly rubs a hand over it. “I think we should put salt on that wound, bite me and I will bring it back ten-fold.”

Kadaj whimpers turning his head to the side, he lets the blood slowly filling his mouth to pour down his cheek. Sephiroth laughs, and pulls the youth’s head back forward, ramming a thumb into his jaw, he pries Kadaj’s mouth open.

Straddling Kadaj’s bare chest, he slowly unzips the front of his leather pants. Grabbing Kadaj’s hair he jerks his head up, reaching down he slowly slides his painful erection out, pressing it into Kadaj’s pried open mouth. “Suck.” When Kadaj just lays there eyes squeezed closed, Sephiroth reaches back. His fingers wrapping around Kadaj’s limp cock, squeezing he twists his wrist. Kadaj’s eyes snap open, filling with fear. “Do it.” Kadaj swallows, before nodding, wrapping his blood covered lips around the cock in his mouth. Sucking hard, he twirls his tongue or what was left against the tip. The pre-cum gathered there searing the torn flesh of his tongue.

Sephiroth moans softly, grabbing Kadaj’s head he slams the rest of the way in. Crying out when the boy’s throat contracts almost painfully around his cock. Pulling back out he slams back in, loving the choking sounds of the boy under him, the pain written across Kadaj’s face almost enough to make him cum.

Kadaj chokes again, his throat turning raw with every thrust of the man above him. The feeling of blood dripping down his throat confirms his fear of Sephiroth tearing his throat open. Kadaj tries to pull his head back, tears flowing freely down his cheeks.

Sephiroth moan’s loudly, the tight coil of heat in his stomach finally snapping. Crying out, he cums hard down his play toys throat, pulling back he spills the rest across the boys face. Laughing when Kadaj choke helplessly, “Swallow it.” He slams a hand under Kadaj’s jaw forcing it closed. Removing his hand, he slides down the length of Kadaj’s body, smirking when the boy sputters, blood and cum dipping off his lips. “Such a good toy, I think I’ll return the favor.”

Kadaj shivers, ‘I should have passed out by now, I’ve lost enough blood.’ Kadaj’s back arches a harsh groan leaving his lips when wet, velvet heat wraps around his own cock. Kadaj fights the flashes of pleasure, mixing with the tremendous pain.

Sephiroth sucks harder, swirling his tongue around the tip of the rapidly hardening cock in his mouth. Reaching up he slowly massages Kadaj’s balls in his leather gloved hand. His body quickly recovering with each painfully uttered moan from the pale boy above him. The balls in his hand tighten, just as the cock in his mouth twitches, Sephiroth smirks in his head, before snapping his jaws shut… the flesh in his mouth tearing.

Kadaj scream’s, tears of pain flowing down his cheeks, his whole body jerking.

Sephiroth pulls up, clicking his tongue at the torn flesh laying uselessly between Kadaj’s thighs. “Restraint is the only thing that kept me from ripping this retched piece of flesh from your body… that and I have other plans for you…” Sephiroth watches the boys eyes roll back in his head. Reaching up he smacks the boy. “Beauty is such a tragedy when it’s broken, yet it is so terribly arousing…”

Sephiroth laughs loudly, before reaching for his abandoned sword, gripping the boys thighs he pulls them open. “This might hurt.” he says in mock affection, before slamming the hilt into the body below his.

Kadaj jerks, his legs shaking violently, ‘please mother stop him…’ crying out when his body is violated, the flesh tearing, inch by inch, Searing pain.

Sephiroth frowns, when the body below his goes limp. “Such a pity.” he pulls the hilt, before harshly slamming it back in, smirking insanely at the blood coating the hilt. Pulling it out completely he searches his coat with a blood stained leather glove, laughing when he finds the item in question. Pulling out a wide bladed dagger, he slices it down on slender thigh; before slamming the bladed end into Kadaj’s abused body, he slowly fucks the boy with it. Reviling in the piercing screams the boy lets out. Sighing Sephiroth stops, slightly bored. Leaning up, he slowly starts skinning the boys chest, pulling the flesh off in pieces.

Kadaj closes his eyes, his body trembling. ‘she’s forsaken me…’ Kadaj gives up, going limp under the fingers of his tormenter.

Sephiroth stops when the pleasurable screams stop… standing up he pulls out his restore materia, laughing when Kadaj’s eyes widen. Casting the spell, he watches the wounds seal, leaning down he looks into Kadaj’s fright filled eyes, “Awe, poor broken spirit, I have eons to lean what makes you scream, eons to tears off those precious wings of yours… after all you are my forsaken Angel….” Sephiroth laughs when Kadaj cries out.

Eternal torment…

Thousands of slashes,
Millions of tears,
My voice is lost.
Cruel hands rip cries from my abused throat,
Shaking under the weight of my own defeat,
Helping hands once,
Tear me apart now,
To lost to be saved now…
Under these hands I’m reshaped…
Remolded, reconstructed, to be less than a human…