Prince Abaddon: An Erotic MM Drama (part twelve) 18+
The rain has been pouring for the last several days. Blarg’s so buried in his latest project he’s barely noticed, while Stinksnort’s been busy putting together a puzzle with the sentient toadstools. I spent the day writing and rewriting the end of Prince Abaddon, but whenever I got writer’s block, I stared out the window, finding that a certain face kept popping up in my mind.
I miss my faerie friend.
I'm not too proud to admit it. Ever since he flew out of my life, there isn't a day that goes by where I don't think of him.
If only I hadn't made a pass at him, or sent him that picture, we could have stayed friends.
Sometimes I wonder; if I'd taken him to my bed like the others, instead of getting cold feet and pretending I'd never been attracted to him, or if I hadn't played off his admission of mutual longing as if it were something that could be easily sidestepped...
Enough of my regrets, we’re almost to the end.
Like all good things, this finale begins with a song.
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Abaddon entered the courtyard, locusts swarming about him in a frenzied mob. Nearby demons fled, hiding behind the statuary and bushes. He turned his attention toward his captive, heart aflame with a violent passion he hadn't felt in centuries.
Rideriel was singing in a voice that could only come from the lips of a child of Heaven. The song reminded Abaddon of the angel he'd once been, back when he'd celebrated the coming of spring with joyful melodies of his own.
Abaddon stopped at the foot of the cage, masking his anger with a cold, cruel smile. The locusts scattered about, ripping into the flesh of any demon in their path. The dark angel stared up at Rideriel, and in a voice as sweet as it was threatening, said,
"You have such a lovely voice, little bird, but I don't recall granting you permission to sing. Cease sharing your music with my subjects this instant."
With an air of defiance, Rideriel continued his song, his voice rising in triumph, more soaring and exultant than he’d ever thought himself capable of.
Abaddon's smile twisted into a vicious scowl. He swiveled around, dismayed to see so many demons watching from the top of the castle walls. The locust angel glared up at the audience, bellowing,
"This music is not meant for you! Leave this place now, or suffer my wrath!"
Rideriel angrily grabbed the bars of the cage, singing at the top of his lungs. The song struck at memories buried deep Abaddon, revealing a time he'd long forgotten...
Before the fall, his voice had filled the fields as the seedlings erupted forth under the rays of the returning sun. He’d resided in Hell for so long he'd nearly forgotten the chirping of the birds, the scent of dew-touched blossoms...
He stared at Rideriel, eyes burning with resentment. In a deep, threatening voice, he said,
"Stop it now little bird, or I shall silence you."
Rideriel, sensing the effect he was having, continued. His voice trembled, but he refused to back down, wanting nothing more than to stand up against the wicked beast who'd tried to break him.
Abaddon, beset by rage, thrust his arm through the bars, grabbing hold of the angel's mouth. Their eyes met, locked in a heated battle of wills.
And then Rideriel bit him.
The prince recoiled in pain and surprise. The locusts, sensing their master's frenzied emotions, whirled with a maddening fervor. The tyrant snarled,
"How dare you, after all I've done for you! I could have left you to die, but I took you in, gave you the honor of being my treasure, and this is how you repay me?!"
He flung open the cage door, forcibly yanking his prisoner out. Rideriel staggered forth, fighting against Abaddon's grip with all his strength, all the while shouting,
"Unhand me, you beast!"
Abaddon struck him hard across the cheek. Rideriel exhaled sharply, wincing at the sting, but refused to give his tormentor any satisfaction. The locust lord growled,
"Who do you think you are?! You're nothing but Heaven's refuse, an outcast. You're no better than-"
Rideriel whispered,
"No better than you?" Abaddon's eyes narrowed as he hissed,
"I should kill you on principle, but I shall show mercy and keep you imprisoned in the palace dungeon, where you will only sing for me. In time, you'll long for every moment I'm willing to give you my attention."
He pulled Rideriel toward the courtyard doors. The angel fought back, but Abaddon's hold was as strong as steel. They were nearing the exit, when a mighty voice called out,
"Let him go!"
Michael descended to the ground, causing the courtyard to shake. His winged battalion waited above, hovering in anticipation of battle.
The locusts, fearful of Heaven's commander, abandoned their master.
Abaddon released Rideriel and shrank back in fear. Michael turned to Rideriel, who trembled, attempting to cover his nakedness with his wings.
The Archangel’s eyes widened at the sight of the marks on Rideriel's body. He glared angrily at Abaddon and roared,
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM?!
Abaddon tried to respond, but was tongue-tied by absolute terror. Seeing no other option, he tried to fly away, but one of the soldiers tackled him in midair, sending him crashing to the ground.
Outnumbered, Abaddon spat, sneering,
A pox upon you and all the sniveling dogs of Heaven!
Michael shook his head and said,
"On the day I sent you to Hell, I wept, for I assumed you'd only been misled. I believed that some semblance of love remained in your heart, but I revoke every tear, every cherished memory of your songs-"
Abaddon, enraged, shouted back,
"Oh, I shall sing for you, brother! I will remind you of what Heaven so readily threw away!"
He opened his mouth, but his voice only cracked, coming out broken and breathless.
The music that had once filled the earthly meadows was no more. His heart had died, and with it, all trace of the beauty that once lived within him.
Rideriel stared down at him, wondering who Abaddon had been in that ancient time. He decided it didn't matter. There was no point in contemplating the past, not after what he'd experienced since their paths first crossed.
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The rain has ended, while the sun has begun peeking through the clouds.
I’ve only one more chapter to finish.