Tag: Angels

Flash: Following Orders

Erin Penn

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Strewn with blood and bone, the celestial battlefield had no dead bodies for only the immortal angels fought. Feathers and skin burned as fiery swords melted through exhausted defenses. The raqia below formed and turned for untold eons only noticed by the opposing armies as a down direction. A few angels had fallen towards the new planet when wings had been clipped, but mended long before hitting ground and the beings immediately returned to the ranging maelstrom.

In the conflict’s center stood proud Lucifer, an angel who questioned his purpose and demanded free will. His army formed a protective sphere around their assigned general. Michael, Uriah, Gabriel and Raphael were unable to drive their undying legions through the blockade to the heavenly traitor.

The swirl of battle broke combatants apart and reunited others. Beyond the immediate strife, Kamella protected a pathway. The Supreme Being had plucked her out of Michael’s soldiers. She was pleased to stand guard while the Supreme Being crafted a new plane of existence. Firstly, being chosen was an honor. Secondly, defending the way removed her from the possibility of crossing blades with Herne. For untold eternities they had delighted each other. Assigned to different archangels, no restriction was placed on their relationship. Now that blessing turned into a curse.

Only a few of Lucifer’s rebels escaped the four armies surrounding them. Kamella dispatched the depleted minions quickly. Skilled in war as few angels were before Lucifer’s ego selfishly consumed him, her great stature allowed her to stand easily against two or three angels by herself. The midnight winged creature wielded two fire swords and two shields, leaving two of her six hands free for grappling.

Outside the primary engagement, she watched and worried. Somehow Lucifer was slowly gaining and the outer defense sphere leaked. More and more opposition tried to investigate the road she defended. None passed over the threshold.

A spike attack broke combatants free from the center. Dozens of multi-hued beings were funneled to her post and the broad paved avenue beyond. Several had form-changed into ferocious visages. At their front was a golden haired angel who remained in the form he had been shaped to hold. His black eyes flashed in his perfect face. In his left hand was a blue-flamed sword. His right hand curled in a half-formed charm. Herne, the love of her existence and one of Lucifer’s best scout captains, closed on her position.

Not wanting to see what her clever male was about to release, Kamella completed the three-in-one spell she kept at ready for an organized mass attack. Two clones flew out to meet the new arrivals; black avenging angels plunging into the fray against the servants of the Angel of Light. Flame and steel clashed with renewed fury. Herne’s charm failed when one of his companions severed wing fell on him.

Without hesitation Kamella attacked Herne when he came to rest relative to her. His scouting group’s armor and battle skills wavered under her other selves’ fury. Blinking back tears, she effortlessly blocked his attack with one uplifted shield and drove her right sword into his hip. She whispered, “I’m sorry,” as he fell to his knees.

Her regret did not keep her from using her left side shield to throw Chase’s attack out of line. Grabbing Herne’s closest friend and second-in-command with her two free limbs, she lifted him with a grunt and threw him at an incoming monstrosity. Her own huge size made dodging difficult but the collusion displaced the flyer enough to miss her and sail past the nexus she guarded.

Herne tried to use the diversion to roll past her. She kicked his burning side with her booted foot.

“Please don’t make me do this.” She begged.

Grabbing her boot to topple her, Herne replied. “We must serve as we were created, my heart.”

Her red tipped wings caressed his face as they pushed him closer to her legs. She used his recentered mass to increase her personal balance. Her black and his white feathers mingled in a parody of embrace.

She needed to concentrate on eliminating his squad. With regret, she drove a sword through his leg to prevent him from sneaking past. His scream pierced her.

Turning her face to where her last duplicate fought, Kamella’s blue eyes widened as she watched the sphere surrounding Lucifer explode out with the force of a nova. Angels boiled towards her in the hundreds.

Bracing herself forward against the wind of beating wings, she fell at the sudden pressure change on her back. She burned her hand grabbing the sword she pinned Herne with to prevent him further injury. She used the fiery steel to pivot and landed hard on her side beside him, pulling the sword lose. Her large wings protected them both as the Supreme Being’s presence passed over them, returning to the celestial arena.

*ENOUGH! THOU WILT HOLD*

Even Lucifer’s minions froze at the command. For too long the Being they been created to worship had been absent. Everywhere swords lowered and the choir started offering adoration.

Herne’s limited two arms devoted themselves entirely to encircling her waist, hugging her closer during the moment’s peace. Without thinking Kamella’s chin rubbed the blond’s hair in affection.

Muffled by their wings, the coupled barely heard Lucifer resonant voice rallying against his Liege.

Kamella grasped the white angel’s face with two hands. Just before she captured her favorite lips, Herne whispered, “I will love you forever.” Covered by angel wings, the two kissed.

*A PLACE HAS BEEN PREPARED FOR YOUR RULE. MAY YOU LEARN HOW TO DO SO.  NOW GET THEE AND YOUR LEGIONS HENCE.*

Rolling onto her back before her greater weight crushed him, Kamella howled as Herne was torn from her arms with one final Word from the Supreme Being to Lucifer.

*BEGONE*

Grabbing with her half dozen hands, she tried to capture him before he was exiled from her plane of existence. Her enormous strength allowed her to succeed. Tapping the ability to change shape, she transformed her feet into claws to anchor herself to the firmament. Blue eyes met black in fear and desperation. Created as mirrors to each other, they had only tolerated the rebellion knowing when it was over they would be reunited. His legs were being tugged into the whirlwind siphoning Lucifer and his followers. Her arms bulged as she tried to save him.

“No!” she cried.

In the end, the Word of the Supreme Being determined the outcome. Even their immortal flesh could not deny the instruction. Herne twisted and turned as the whirlwind worked to free him from her grasp. Both wrists holding him back shattered as she tried to absorb the worst of the torque to save him pain. Bones burst through skin, covering her arms and hands with slippery blood. Before her other hands could grasp his forearms, Herne was snatched away.

Kamella collapsed in anguish as Herne’s face disappeared screaming down the path she had guarded for so long.

Others returned to their appropriate levels in heaven. Locking her agony away, Kamella picked up her swords with her quickly healing hands and returned to her post. The Supreme Being had not changed her orders.

None shall pass over the threshold without permission.

Facing towards Lucifer’s realm, Kamella’s long watch started. The black she searched for scouts foreshadowing the Fallen’s next attack only reminded her of eyes she would never see again.

(words 1,239 – originally published 4/3/2013 – published in new blog format 5/6/2018) 

Flash: The Antichrist’s Big Sister Blog – Part 3

Erin Penn

Hey all. I’m back.

Sorry to take so long – the final year of high school has been a whirlwind.

First, I would like to thank the message board for all your suggestions about how to function in my unique family situation. Everything from stocking up on marshmallows for the Apocalypse to what to expect when my brother comes into his powers was awesome.

I especially want to thank all the support I got about confronting my father, the judge and even step-dad.  The non-stop “You Go Girl” was, for lack of a better adjective, awesome. I am flattered that several people used my example to throw off some of the really bad situations they were in. I didn’t set out to become an inspiration. And truth is, having read the circumstances some of you gals, and guys, were in, my complaining about my situation is like the meme of the first world problems crying woman going “I tried to spread cold butter on my toast … and the toast ripped”. All I can say is my telling Satan I will cut off his balls makes you stand up to evil where you live, then more power to you. You gals, and guys, rock – and good luck.

Second, $exy$hi#. No, you can’t have the two phone numbers I got. But I showed Troy your comments about what you want to do with the guys, demons, whatever. (I think I will go with whatever from now on – everyone down with that?)  He recommended two other whatevers that step-dad did not introduce me to. I have set up a temporary email address which I am going to post in the “contact me” area. Shoot me an email with your contact information, I will forward the information to them while also providing you their information at the same time. Then I am going to delete the temp e-box and get out of the picture. And, no, $exy$sh#, I do NOT want to know what happens. Reading about your plans was bad enough, informative, but harsh. I is only eighteen. You are a sick, sick girl and I think you are going to have lots of fun.

Anyhow, business out of the way.

Troy.

I know, new name. Yes, not his real name.  Really not suppose to share his real name, he is one of step-dad’s minions. No relation to the happy, bouncing yellow minions from Despicable Me, except their boss knows everyone’s names, fart guns are acceptable forms of entertainment, parties every weekend and lots of gluttony involving ice cream, … and well, I guess whatevers are very close to the minions in Despicable Me.

Anyhow, Troy. (sigh)

He has been hanging around the house … a lot.

He was not one of the entertainers step-dad offered up on my birthday as a gift. Troy is much too busy actually doing work for the horned one. Himself is not one to deprive himself of good help – actually bad help – someone really, really good at bad things.

I haven’t been home as much. Which is good, because I am not doing too well standing up to Troy’s flirting. Cripes, the man can handkiss. It feels really weird the first time, but the whatevers don’t change manners fast. Or maybe they do. They are good at blending.

But they know a good thing when they find it. Hold a woman’s hand, slowly lift to your lips keeping eye contact the whole way, lightly – oh so lightly – brush your lips against the knuckles, wait for her to breathe again, never losing eye contact, wait a second so she is not sure you are finished, then either kiss the fingers again, rotate the hand to kiss her palm, or lower the hand before releasing. Never release the hand before lowering and, never, ever break eye contact. Vary so she never knows what to expect so she keeps eye contact trying to see the intent in your eyes. Troy’s eyes are green, with a rim of gold right before the pupil. The right iris darkens to a deeper green towards the edge than the left one. His pupils always expand, covering the gold when he makes a decision to kiss my palm. His lips feel like a brush of roses on my hands.

Is it hot in here? It’s hot in here.

Anyhow, working lots of hours. A good thing. Been at the Scottish Hamburger joint doing my final sentence in the fast food industry. Hopefully next year I will be a college intern. More on that later. Mom says the chances of my beginning major, English Literature, being my final major is like nil. She says to get as many of the liberal arts requirements out of the way until I find what I really want to do.

Personally I think me being a reporter would be awesome.  Step-dad is torn. Again, that whole seeking the truth thing. On the other hand, reporting will make me an observer. Which sets me up for the not getting in the way of the end of the world. I will just write as the world burns. I mean, like any reporter, I hope my words will change the world. But I got enough of a cynic in me to realize the chances of that are slim to none.

Except you gals and guys have already shown me my words can change things. Maybe need to rethink the pessimism, and also whether being a reporter will let me do my job as the Antichrist’s Big Sister.

Mom doesn’t think I’ll be happy. Being a reporter. She is all big on happiness since marrying the horned guy.

Again, respect my mom’s choices. My step-dad is light-years better than my bio dad. The horned guy makes her happy. Heck, we are even expecting AC (antichrist) number two shortly. Sometime in December.

Go figure.

My bet for delivery date – when does winter start? Any takers?

Oh, oh. I got into a college. I think I told you that, right?

Got the letter right after my birthday, so maybe not. Out of state. Best media and news reporting college in five states, plus. Far from my bio dad, plus. Bigger bill for him to pay since I don’t get in-state grants, extra plus. (Yes, I have verified he has sent in the first semester’s payment and it has cleared the bank.) Far away from the bad influences of step-dad and his minions, plus. Far away from mom and Billy, neg – big neg.

Far away from Troy. I don’t know.

We talked all night last night on the porch about my move, my job, his job, my future. But not our future. He even gave me glimpses of his past as I fell asleep on his shoulder. I don’t think he realized I was still awake … he just kept talking. Comparing the starry night sky to things he had seen.

I don’t know what to do about Troy. Long distance relationships aren’t good. Relationships with whatevers aren’t good. Look, don’t want advice on this one, not yet. Still need to think things through. Life is going to change.

Off to pack. Only a month until the off-to-college roadtrip. AC’s Big Sister signing off.

(words 1,207 – first published 4/9/2013; republished new blog format 1/21/2018)

 

Flash: Bound

Erin Penn

Rating: Mature

Bound.

Bound, hand and foot and wing tip. Eyes covered.

Angels soared.

Untouchable. Holy. Above all others.

Bound.

His own fault.

Temptation wasn’t restricted to the fallen.

The only senses left to him were hearing and scent. And he could smell her. Her soft breath in the room. Her woman place moistening with heavenly debauchery.

His core clenched. He had given up so much to be right here right now. The blindfold imposed a darkness on him, frightening and arousing. The silk bindings tied him to earth like heavy chains and velvet kisses. Terrified, everything was sharpened to perfection.

A hand drifted across his chest. Playing with one nipple, dancing across his stomach. He had no belly button for the fingers to sink into, so they touched each indent of muscles and sinew.

Two hands came to his shoulders and pressed downward.

“Kneel, kneel to me my angelic love.”  The woman’s voice, forgiving sin, harshly pleading.

Willingly he went to his knees. He leaned forward to kiss a belly, delving for the human indent. Finding the center of her creation, the angel’s tongue licked around the edge before darting it in and out. Carefully, so the bones within the tongue did not press.

The woman’s hands curled into his blond tresses, one hand holding his head in place, the other encouraging his head further down. Begging and ordering.

He bowed his head further until hairs tickled his face. Moving forward, he sought out her secrets, holy and hellish, using only his mouth. He sucked her clit and laved her, separating her inner lips until he could taste her manna, her juices.

Leaning as he did, the top of his wings touched her breasts. The nipples hardened as the feathers danced back and forth. He directed the torsion axes to push the mounds together. Warm feathers caressed the womanly structures, directed individually with nerves created to control flight, each tingling as it registered contact and her reactions.

The woman’s knees buckled and she slid to join him in the exotic dirt. He crawled like a worm between her legs, small bits of dust rising like clouds about them. Rolling his tongue, he interlocked the bird-like bones together similar to a human locking an elbow. Sturdy and thick, the tongue, muscle and bone, dived into her road to hell, her channel to heaven.  Again and again, bringing her flavor into his blind darkness.

His wings, bound only in the tips, pushed her legs apart as she shook and bucked. He set the feathers dancing along the knees and inner thighs.

“Oh, God. Oh God.” She screamed prayerfully, ending in a climax chorus. Musical song shouted.

A song he had to hear again. He gathered her cream like a hummingbird sucks nectar, cleansing her nether realm. Her legs twisted against his wings as her lust rebuilt.

He locked his tongue again, but at a slight curve. Inside her being, he sought her bliss. Giving her everything she asked. Touching her soul, so he could follow her into heaven’s punishment.

God made humans in his image, how could he not worship her?

(words 518 – originally appearing at Breathless Press 10/6/2013 for the 4/22/12 Sunday Fun –  – The original photo was of unknown copyright so did not put on my site – published on old blog 10/6/2013; republished in new blog format on 10/8/2017)

Flash: The Antichrist’s Big Sister Blog – Part 2

Erin Penn

Rating: Mature

I know, I know, it hasn’t been so long since I wrote about my little problem being a big sister to the Antichrist. But I just wanted to let you know.

I turned eighteen yesterday!

This is big! Huge! AWESOME! I am now my own legal person!

I can walk up to my father and let him know he is a total dick. … Okay, I have done that a lot already, but now I can say it and never worry about having to go to Christmas dinner at his house ever again. Yes, I know I said he didn’t visit me at my house. But that didn’t mean he didn’t make my mother drive and drop me over his house for every holiday just to deprive her of having me for family time at Thanksgiving, Christmas, and even Mother’s Day. Did I mention my bio dad is a total dick?

My mom can now move out of the county, even out of state, if she wants. A HUGE deal!

Oh, and as a legal person, this morning I told the judge if he didn’t enforce back child support and the agreement to keep me in health insurance and college tuition and spending cash until I was twenty-four like the original divorce papers agreed and daddy dearest can afford, the newspaper was going to get a not-so-anonymous exclusive about what was going on. He sneered, since the local paper is run by his cousin. But the Herald is not, and his superiors in the State House read the Herald. White face in black robes, very funny.

Being a legal person is totally AWESOME!

I admit, I was nervous about the judge thing. Contempt of court, life-long enemies and all that. I brought my step-dad as witness.

Okay, I will let you wrap your head around that.

I brought Satan as backup.

Are you good with that?

Satan … gots my back.

Can I continue?

Okay.

You might think Satan would be all for corrupt leaders. Thing is the judicial asswipe was not doing his job because of friendship and love, so the horned one was good with my actions. He also gets his jollies off on the whole intimidation, threatening thing. The running to the press, not his favorite option. He has indicated a mixed relationship with the media, loves the spinning, but not the basic premise of seeking the truth.

Overall, I think we were both happy about our little family excursion to the courthouse. I know he was fit to burst with pride, pride being his biggest downfall, when I stopped on the way out to change my last name to the one he is using with my mom. Morningstar has such a better ring to it than Hendricks.

Of course, being eighteen is not all fun and games. The horned guy indicated he wouldn’t mind if I had sexual relations, which I kind-of expected, with my brother, which I kind-of didn’t expect. I mean … ew!

Seems like incest is awesome for shaping a person down the wrong path. Especially if initiated at a young age. Billy is six.

Did I mention yesterday was his birthday too? Both born on the winter solstice. Horned guy says we were born during the deepest dark. My mother, back when she was Glenda the Good, said I was born the day light starts growing again.

Anyhow, I told my step-dad unequivocally no, not going to happen. Not me with him, not me with my brother, not him with my brother. And if anything happened to my bro, any sexual predator so much as touches my brother, I would personally cut off his black balls and tell my mother what happened and then give her his balls to do with as she saw fit.

His eyes had been doing that fire dance thing until I mentioned telling mom and giving his balls to her.

Mom, the Bride of Satan. That title comes with some powers; I don’t think Satan thought things through on that end when they exchanged wrist cuffs. Well, okay, manacles. You don’t think Satan slipped a ring on my mom’s finger in a church did you? A white wedding it was NOT.

I told him he could throw Lilith at Billy when he was eighteen, hell, he could give Billy both Miley Cyrus and Taylor Swift or whatever slut he wanted when Billy was eighteen.  But if he so much as let one of his sick perverts touch my brother before the big one –eight, I would fucking crucify him.

Crucifixion, not something the horned guy wants to mimic. He’s got his pride. Like I said, his biggest downfall.

Sorry about the cursing. Step-dad encourages it every chance he gets. And I respect him. Kind-of like kids taking up smoking because their parents do even when they know it’s bad for them. I’m going to go away to college in the hopes to reduce his bad influence.

Speaking of bad influence, he did offer me some male versions of sluts as my birthday present. You know, something to take to college. I think he is embarrassed I didn’t lose my cherry at the Junior prom. Feels like he failed me as a dad.

Trust me, he could never fail me as badly as my bio dad does.

Anyhow, I turned him down on the giftwrapped morsels. A few were demons that were truly panty-soaking dreams. It was hard, but I turned all of them down.

Don’t give me that look. You know the “how can you find demons hot?” look. 

Hello, demons are angels. Only they traded in their wings and halos for dicks so they can fuck the Daughters of Man.

These men, these demons, oh cripes, what can I use to describe them …

I think this may help. These guys, males, angels, whatever, thought dicks were better than halos, and fucking is better than flying. And they still do – after thousands of years experience. They still love to fuck and believe it is better than being in heaven. And their Boss told them to fuck me if I wanted. Teach me everything they know. Make it so much fun I will be totally converted to the cause. Make their perfect angelic bodies available to my beck and call for all time. Think about all the implications of that for a mature, but still hormone-ridden, teenage woman.

Go on, take a moment.

Panties wet yet?

And I still turned them down.

I also took two phone numbers, in case I changed my mind.

Hey, a woman’s prerogative.

The last two days have been some of the best days of my life.

I cannot wait to see where this goes.

I got so many plans!!!

Watch out world! The Antichrist’s Big Sister, the Daughter of the Bride of Satan, just turned eighteen and is ready to take you on!

 (words 1,152 – first published 4/8/2013, republished in new blog format 7/23/2017)

Flash: The Antichrist’s Big Sister Blog – Part 1

Erin Penn

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Rating: Mature (Language)

Anyhow my job is not to get in the way of the end of the world.

That is actually harder than it sounds. My brother is the Antichrist.

My little brother.

And he is such a goofball right now. I want to protect him, keep him safe, but his dad told me Billy has got to suffer and come to hate everything to do his job right. So my job is to let bad things happen to little Billy.

And I just can’t. I mean what kind of big sister would I be? The kid is only five.

I guess I should start at the beginning. My mom was a typical divorced mom. Well, if you sneak a little black witchcraft in on the side. She didn’t start that way, but my dad was truly a piece of work. Before he fucked up her life she was all Glenda the Good Witch crossed with Soccer Mom. White picket fence, two-car garage, and sky-clad barbeques for Halloween. But the asshole left her for his secretary, let the house fall in foreclosure, and, here is the kicker, because he is a “pillar of the community”, he calls up everyone that hires her and lets slip how awful she is and they believe him. So she couldn’t hold down a job. Bastard is a total control freak. He has decided he owns her and wants her to beg for everything. Even got the court system to say she can’t move away from him because he needs access to his daughter.

Which is a lie. Since he got two sons by his second wife, who he is cheating on with his NEW secretary, his daughter hasn’t had a single home visit. Nor does he think I need child support. Hasn’t paid a dime since the ultrasound verified the fetus inside Number Two had a dick. Since he plays golf with the only judge in the county who oversees family disputes, the paperwork to get child support keeps getting lost. Needless to say Mom is angry about everything and is trying to get even with the only power left to her.

Like I said, typical divorced mom.

She does know how to pick them. Not learning from her first mistake, she brought home a new guy when I was twelve – only a year after the divorce was final. New guy was a handsome charmer like my dad, with a touch of danger to him. Not the hit-the-woman danger, but the same danger as my dad – the “I-will-do-what-I-like-and-damn-the-consequences”  aura that makes grown women want to take that bad boy home and try to tame him. Cripes, I hope my early exposure will offer some immunity.

Anyhow, this time she didn’t bring home a guy like Satan, she brought the horned deal Himself. Not that she knew at the beginning. She thought he was some guy her love spell brought to her.

Love spell do not make good relationships, just letting you know up front if you practice magic. Just don’t, cast them, use them, buy them. You are better off being alone than in any relationship formed with compulsion summoning as the base.

They got married. Why? I don’t know. I once asked the horned guy why he made an honest woman of my mom. She had been giving it away for free within hours of his first home visit. He shrugged and said it just seem like the thing to do when she got pregnant. I know the guy lies, a lot, but the best lies contain the truth – just like the best demons were once angels.  So I think the reason he thinks he has for marrying my mom is something else entirely, but the real reason which he won’t even admit to himself is it really did seemed like the thing to do at the time. 

Yes, I am psychoanalyzing my demonic step-dad. If you had my family, you would too.

I suppose you think I should have tried to stop the marriage. First off, at the time I was thirteen, you better believe I was a total ass about the marriage. But I was an ass about everything at the time so my mom didn’t really notice. Second, compared to my biological father, Satan still comes off better in comparison. Yes, he cheats on her, but he doesn’t hide the fact. He also got us a house, pays all our bills, has found my mom a job bio dad can’t touch her at, and answers my questions like I am a real person instead of a kid. That last goes a long way in my book. I respect the horned guy.

But, Billy is my little brother and I love him.

Anyhow, my job is not to get in the way of the Apocalypse. Suggestions?

(words 803 – first published 4/6/2013; republished in new blog format 7/16/2017 )