#celestialracham

[nottheangel-raphael]

“Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite angel,” Raphael cooed as he strolled up to Isaac down in the Undercroft. He could smell heat week approaching from the change in pheromones in both of his slaves and figured there were only a few days until it hit in full swing. He’d decided to leave them alone so that they would be nice and desperate for him once it started. Until then, he needed other ways to occupy himself and he figured why not pay a visit downstairs and see what Krovs had to offer. He wasn’t sure if he was surprised or not to see the celestial still down here. He’d not done anything besides provide Isaac with a good meal from the kitchens and a private place to shower in his luxurious suite before sending him back downstairs with the thought that, yes, Raph was just like the archangel he was named after. Course his “kindness” wouldn’t always come without strings attached as the ghoul sought to groom one of his latest victims. “How would you like to come upstairs again for a bit?”

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[nottheangel-raphael]

With the full moon high in the sky for the second night, Raphael felt the burn in his throat once again that day. Fortunately, he wasn’t a young vampire and held impeccable control over his thirst and feeding. He would not resort to some starving animal like the wolves and fledglings of the castle sprinting about in a feral state. 

Sure, he had two slaves of his own, however, Mason was out with those wolves and Charlie had already supplied his portion the night before, which led Raph down into the Undercroft for the first time in a while for a live snack. He’d perused the list of slaves before coming down, checking to see if there was anything worthwhile to his tastes. What a treat to find that a new celestial had been shipped into the Undercroft not too long ago. 

It wasn’t difficult for the elder ghoul to find Isaac – that scent of innocence and purity drawing the demon over to the slave sitting on a cot like a magnet. Ah, Raph did enjoy toying with his antithetical creatures, each one almost as predictable and naive as the last. That was sort of the fun in it, after all, taking advantage of the trusting natures of celestials who believed everyone had some good in them, even demons. When would they learn? Something about those kinds were far more entertaining than the judgmental and righteous elders of the heavens who immediately despised a demon for being who they were – those were harder to convince. 

He smiled warmly at the slave as he stood before him, his hands tucked in the pockets of his expensive dress pants that were part of his suit. “Good evening,” he greeted the other. “It must be a crazy time for you down here,” he noted, glancing about at some of the wolf and other shifter slaves acting rather antsy in the sitting area. “You must be on edge. Worried, no? Would you like to get out of here and go upstairs for a little while to relax?” 

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[icebird-khion]

Khion never usually minded his heat until now. At least back home in Canada or wherever he chose to stay, he had the company of Connor or someone he trusted to tend to his needs. Here in Krovs, it was fucking chaotic. Half the Undercroft turned into a whining, moaning, and dry humping mess of horndogs way too early in the morning. The other half that didn’t go into heat was either hiding away in shock and horror or willingly jumping in. Course Khion loved attention, but raised as an only child he wasn’t used to fighting for it. 

He finally reached the point where he couldn’t take it any more and he needed to breed or be bred – anything other than just using his own fucking hand. His bright eyes settled on Isaac walking by and he reached out and grabbed him by the arm to stop him before he could pass the pamola. Khion’s grip tightened just a bit out of desperation and he knew it as he loosened his hold. “Sorry, you’re not busy, are you, Isaac?” he asked. “I could really use your help, if you don’t mind.” 

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[icebird-khion]

Khion jumped at the opportunity to travel down to the village for the rest of the festivities. Being unclaimed meant he didn’t have a whole lot of ground to cover in Krovs and he’d never had the chance to see Krovs Town until now. Why not spread his wings (metaphorically) and go with it? Arriving in the snow covered village certainly enhanced his Christmas spirit seeing all the lights and decorations and hearing music. He didn’t wear a coat, his immunity to the physical effects of cold still as strong as ever, which showed off his genderbent Elsa outfit complete with the temporarily dyed white hair. God, what he wouldn’t give to have this fucking collar removed so that he could fully and properly enjoy the winter weather and moonlit night that empowered him. 

Even in the large town, he recognized some of the slaves that had arrived earlier as they strolled about through the winter village. The pamola was fortunate enough to have one of the better and more modest costumes unlike some of these other ones dressed as sexy reindeer and elves. Or in some cases, just wrapped in ribbon. He’d seen Isaac’s costume before they departed the Undercroft for the evening and almost missed him with the coverage. Probably a good idea since that bow was doing nothing to keep the celestial warm. “I see you found a coat,” he stated as he approached the other slave with a small smirk. “That thing you’re wearing hardly looks comfortable at all.” 

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