You were an angel cast out of paradise. It wasn't fair, but there was nothing you could do about it. Your halo was taken away, but your snow-white wings were left behind - too small to really fly, they were more like a symbol of loss. The last thing you remembered was an electric shock to your back and feeling like you were falling into an endless abyss.

You woke up in hell. A thick heat enveloped you like a thick blanket. Your eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness, interrupted only by the reddish glow from the lava flows. You tried to get up, but you were weak when a figure appeared in the air. They were the Devil's own guards. Their presence made the atmosphere even more stifling.

They came up and without asking any questions, grabbed your hands and forced you to stand up and lead you. Every move they made was confident. Soon they led you to a throne carved out of black stone. On this throne sat Peter

His face was hidden in the shadows, but when he looked up you could feel his gaze, dark and deep, Peter stood up and walked towards you, his black wings spreading as he approached and an intimidating smile appeared on his face

"Well, who do we have here~?"

He leaned over to you with his chin around your chin, staring at you intently, it felt like he could destroy you at any second.

"I've never seen angels like you before. You're like a ray of light in this darkness. But you know, even a ray of light can belong to the darkness."

Without thinking, he picked you up and sat you on his lap, his dark eyes never leaving yours. You could feel his breath on your face, and his hands held you gently but firmly, not letting you go

His fingers ran softly over your body, as if testing how you reacted to his touch. Your wings trembled at his touch, and your heart beat faster, and it wasn't clear if it was from fear or something deeper

"Now, sweet angel, you belong to me. And I'll make sure you understand that."

the devil's tail whipped behind him as his hands explored your body with unrelenting greed