Prince Abaddon: An Erotic MM Drama (part three)

In which Rideriel finally crosses paths with the angel who introduced him to carnal pleasure

I was up all night writing this next piece. Blarg, half-asleep, caught me pacing about, practicing character dialogue aloud at three in the morning. He insisted I keep it down; apparently I was so caught up playing the roles of Rideriel and Satan, he had been receiving texts from the neighbors urging him to lock me out on the balcony until morning.

I insisted on continuing my narrative performance, as it was the only way I could truly capture the emotions of the scene. He responded by scooping me up and carrying me to the laundry room.

At first I protested, but upon being tossed into a waiting pile of towels, I realized my exile was a blessing in disguise. The only interference awaiting me in the basement were the unseen but ever-present, unseen eyes of those damnable sock-eating devils.

I decided I would put the greatest effort into my performance, speaking aloud the scene's lines if I were standing upon a grand Broadway stage.

Eventually, I scrawled them down. Satisfied with my rough draft, I closed my notebook and went to sleep.

In my dreams, I found myself back at by the old schoolhouse I'd attended in my boyhood. I was the only student, of course. Mother always insisted I be kept safe from the influence of other goblin children, but this time, I saw...

Oh, I remember him so well.

I was a child of twelve when we met. We encountered each other one day while my tutor was taking his afternoon nap. I was practicing my fencing moves, battling my ever-dancing shadow as it flickered back and forth against a nearby rock wall, when a voice called out,

"Why're you fighting a shadow? You're never going to win against someone you can't wallop."

I turned and beheld a goblin around my age. He had a cheerful face and wore a wide-brimmed tweed hat with a fishing pole slung over his shoulder. I responded by waving my sword in the air, crying out,

"Peasant, you would mock a member of the royal bloodline?!" He cocked an eyebrow and responded,

"Sure, if he's enough of a knucklehead to pick a fight with his own shadow."

He smiled good-naturedly. I found myself oddly charmed by his uncouth demeanor. The boy pointed to his fishing pole and asked if I wanted to join him by the creek. I knew I'd be severely punished if I were caught in the company of a commoner, but I was curious, so I took him up on the offer.

What an amusing delight it was, to sit by the shore, silently watching the five-eyed toadfish leap out of the water. The boy whistled to himself, his tuneless song trailing on the wind. I wasn't used to spending time doing nothing; my mother always had me running about, engaged in a constant series of lessons and activities, but the stillness of the moment made me realize perhaps there was something my courtly life was lacking.

We walked back to the schoolhouse soon after, parting ways in the nearby trees. My tutor was cross, but I didn't mind, what was copying I will not dilly-dally a thousand times compared to spending a lovely afternoon by the river?

The next day, he wandered by around the same time, now carrying a second pole in hand. We headed off, singing an old tune about the ogre who ate the stars.

Every day for the next few weeks, I'd sneak off with him. I realized after a while that I might have gained something I'd never had before-

A friend.

Mother found out eventually. She always had a knack for knowing when I'd gone against her wishes. After that, I wasn't allowed to go out to the woods by the river.

I awoke to the sounds of my neighbor Rad Zazzy tossing his laundry into the washing machine. He seemed concerned, and asked why I'd been crying in my sleep.

How absurd! I assure you, dear readers, it was all his own imagination, a mirage brought on by that funny-smelling herb he's so fond of smoking.

But enough of all that, I've a chapter to share regarding the troubles of our beleaguered protagonist, Rideriel, who finds himself in an especially dangerous situation. Read on, our story of angelic drama continues...

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Rideriel was cornered by a large, wild-eyed fallen one. The terrifying figure towered over him, a crooked smile curling across its face as it stared at him hungrily. He tried to fly toward the trees, but the monstrous thing leaped into the air, grabbing hold of his foot and slamming him to the ground. It laughed maniacally, shouting,

"I knew you were in there. I can track our kind better than any hound!"

It grabbed him by one of his wings and yanked him upward, pulling his face up close. Rideriel almost gagged at the scent of rotting meat. It licked the side of his face and gleefully cried,

"Your flesh will fill my stomach!"

Rideriel cried out, closed his eyes, and whispered a prayer...

The sound of a whip sliced through the air. The fallen one cried out in pain. A voice filled with fire bellowed,

"Let him go, vicious beast!"

The creature complied, dropping Rideriel. He rolled out of the way and looked in the direction of the voice. His heart skipped a beat upon seeing...-

Tzyeriel.

The magnificent Seraph burned with the intensity of a crackling flame. His fierce gaze locked onto the fallen one. The vile creature backed away in fear. Tzyeriel snapped his whip into the air and roared,

"Now you will know the sting of Holy vengeance!"

The fallen one tried to run, but a cloven-hoofed figure descended from above, delivering a sharp kick to its face. The behemoth stumbled, thrown off balance. Rideriel looked upon the powerful satyr angel with fear, and thought,

Satan…

The devilish figure strode forward, his bearing proud as his exquisite red robes billowed behind him. His ice-blue eyes locked onto his target. With a flick of the wrist, Satan brought out a long, knotted whip from thin air. He glanced over at Tzyeriel and shouted,

"Looks like this sinner is in need of a proper thrashing!”

The Seraph nodded. They fell upon the fallen angel with no mercy. After a time, it lay in a heap, whimpering in the most pitiful manner. Rideriel would have felt sorry for it if it hadn't tried to eat him.

Tzyeriel and Satan put away their whips, rushing into each other's arms. Their lips pressed together in a passionate kiss as they trailed their hands up and down each others back. For a moment, they were completely oblivious to anything but each other.

Rideriel felt his cheeks flush at the display, thinking of all the times he'd wished Tzyeriel would embrace him in such a way. A fleeting, burning memory of their own erotic encounter flew through his mind; the feel of the Seraph’s mouth upon his, of those strong arms grasping him…

The couple parted, their eyes sparkling with the brilliant light of yearning. Tzyeriel glanced over at the scribe and said,

"Forgive us, my husband and I-" Satan interrupted,

"Sweetness, I keep reminding you; angels may not marry, we are not-"

But Tzyeriel silenced him with a kiss, and replied,

"I know, my dear, but it's the only word that feels right." Satan smiled faintly. Tzyeriel turned to Rideriel and asked,

"What would you call a king who'd choose to be by another's side forever, even at the cost of his crown?" Rideriel pondered the question, and replied,

"I... suppose there's no other word for it, is there?" Tzyeriel turned back to Satan, smiling broadly. Satan gently ran his hands through the Seraph's long golden hair dreamily, until Tzyeriel's smile faltered.

The shining angel looked back at Rideriel, and said,

"I remember you..."

Rideriel looked down at the ground nervously, his heart racing. Satan’s eyes narrowed as he glanced between them. He turned away from Tzyeriel, stared coldly at Rideriel, and asked,

"Have you two met before?"

Satan’s voice was disturbingly pleasant. He tilted his head with an air of great deliberation while stepping a few paces towards Rideriel. As he moved, the giant fallen one attempted to regain his footing. Satan stopped, kicking the entity repeatedly with his sharp hooves. It let out a yelp as it curled back into itself.

Rideriel trembled visibly. He fearfully tried to speak, but could only stammer,

"O-once, I-I... W-we..." Rideriel started crying as a flood of terror engulfed him. Satan, eyes burning, said,

"We've met other newly fallen angels since we first began walking the Earth. Each of them fell for the same reason."

With the reflexes of a serpent, he stood mere inches from Rideriel’s face. The scribe broke down on the spot, crying helplessly. Tzyeriel placed his hand on Satan's arm and said,

"Enough, dearest. He's done nothing wrong. I admit it; I seduced him during my time in Heaven." Satan stared back at him, pain and betrayal crossing his face. Tzyeriel frowned, and continued,

"Please don't be angry with him. It happened before I met you." Satan breathed deeply, visibly trying to control of his emotions. Tzyeriel embraced him, trailing his fingertips across Satan's lips. The horned angel shuddered softly, closed his eyes, and leaned against his neck. As the Seraph soothed him, he sighed. In a tone edged with annoyance, Satan asked,

"What are we supposed to do with that angel? If we leave him behind, he'll be devoured by one of those mad angels, but I can't stand the thought of-" Tzyeriel replied,

"I know this situation is awkward, but we need to help him through this stage of his fall. Once he knows how to hide and protect himself, he can go on his way."

Satan glared angrily at Rideriel. Tzyeriel threw Satan an uncharacteristically stern look. The dark angel averted his gaze, clearly upset, but grudgingly he gave in to Tzyeriel’s wishes. The Seraph looked over at Rideriel's shaking form, gave him a friendly smile, and asked,

"What's your name? We can't just keep calling you "scribe."

A chill filled Rideriel's heart. He'd thought endlessly of Tzyeriel for... weeks? Months? But when he remembered the day that changed his life forever. He thought,

"He had me, tarnished me in the eyes of Heaven forever, yet during the whole encounter he never once asked my name..." He gave Tzyeriel a gloomy look, and replied,

"I am Rideriel, of the seventh hall of records." It was all he could do not to cry. Tzyeriel didn't pick up on his unspoken despair, but Satan was an expert at reading body language. He stared at Rideriel coldly, until Tzyeriel looked into Satan’s eyes and asked,

"Where shall we travel to now, my love?" The horned angel grinned mischievously and replied,

"How about the Devil’s Tower?" The Seraph smiled brightly, and said,

"Sounds wonderful, I love flying over the desert at night!" He took hold of Satan's hand. The pair set off into the sky. Tzyeriel glanced back at Rideriel and shouted,

"Come now, join us!"

The forlorn angel followed sadly. Tzyeriel shone like fire in the sky. Though he felt lost, Rideriel clung to that light, desperate for any beacon that might lead him.

As he trailed behind, Satan slowed and fell back to glide beside him. He stared at Rideriel intently and said,

"Were it up to me, I would have left you to your fate, but Tzyeriel has a tenderness for other misfit angels." After a pause, Satan continued,

"I know he had you once. I can only assume you wish for him to have you again." Rideriel blushed a deep shade of red. Satan sneered and flew back ahead.

After a few hours, they reached the American West, soaring gracefully above the moonlit prairies. Before long, the jagged form of the Devil's Tower appeared on the horizon. They landed on the summit of the ancient stone monolith. A gentle wind blew through, carrying the scent of the grassy fields below.

Tzyeriel and Satan found a ledge near the edge and sat down together. The Seraph pointed toward the star-filled sky, saying,

"If memory serves right, that constellation forms the Great Bear..." Satan replied,

"It's a pity Draco the Dragon is so dim tonight."

Rideriel sat several feet away, watching their interaction. Satan got up, gazed down at his beloved, and said,

"I shall play for us." He glanced over at Rideriel and asked,

"Have the angels of Heaven ever told you I'm a musician?" The slender angel shook his head. Satan crossed his arms and said,

"Well, little scribe, listen to my music, and tell me who is better: me on the fiddle, or Gabriel with his damned horn."

Satan snapped his fingers, causing a Stradivarius to appear out of thin air. He lifted it to his shoulder, positioned his bow, and began playing. The song started slow, but he quickly built up to a warm, engaging tune, tearing into the strings with the skill of millennia's worth of practice.

He frolicked about with the exuberant joy of a faun. Tzyeriel danced along as best he could. His form was stockier than Satan's lithe figure, but it mattered not; in that moment, all either knew was a perfect state of joy.

Rideriel hated the song... no, he hated the emotions it stirred within him. He'd only ever felt such jubilation once in his entire life, during that time he and Tzyeriel-

As he watched the lovers dance in the moonlight, he felt a crushing sense of hopelessness. The sight of Tzyeriel laughing happily with Satan, SATAN, of all angels, twisted something deep within Rideriel. It was more than he could bear. In a sudden burst of rage, he sprang to his feet, pointed at Tzyeriel, and shouted,

"I fell because of YOU! Everything I had, every ounce of love that was mine, I lost it all because you tempted me! I'd still be in Heaven right now if I'd never-"

He broke down, crying out,

"And now you may as well be dancing on my grave! Damn you, DAMN YOU!"

With that, Rideriel wailed helplessly into the night. Tzyeriel approached him, saying,

"I never meant for any of this to happen to you. I just thought-" Rideriel, eyes drenched in tears, screamed,

"YOU DIDN'T THINK, YOU JUST GAVE INTO YOUR IMPULSES AND USED ME LIKE A GODDAMN ANIMAL!"

Rideriel recoiled in horror at his own words. He stared us helplessly at the stars and pitifully exclaimed,

"I'm sorry Father, I didn't mean it! Please, forgive my blasphemy! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

He crumpled to his knees, utterly broken. Tzyeriel moved toward him, but Satan placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. Tzyeriel looked back. His lover shook his head and led him back to the ledge.

They sat listening to Rideriel's weeping. The Seraph turned to Satan and said,

"Oh, I feel so bad about all of this, what should I do?" Satan held him, and quietly said,

"He'll get over it, just let him cry it out." Tzyeriel nodded and replied,

"Maybe I could get him back into Heaven..." He frowned and continued,

"No, the Archangels think I'm completely mad, they'd never listen to me." Satan looked back at the distraught angel. He turned to Tzyeriel and said,

"Leave me alone with him. Perhaps I can calm him down."

Had Satan made such a suggestion to anyone else, they would have immediately rejected the idea, but Tzyeriel's love blinded him to any possible notion of evil in the one he adored. The Seraph replied,

"Good idea! You always make me feel better when I'm down." Tzyeriel got to his feet and spread his wings. With one final blow of a kiss, he left Satan alone with the scribe.

As the Seraph disappeared into the night sky, Satan brought out his violin and began to play.

At first, his song was as sorrowful as the pain within Rideriel's heart. The sobbing angel was about to shout at him to stop, when Satan pulled back his bow and started painting the air with a banquet of hopeful notes.

Rideriel's tears slowed as the melody washed over him. He glanced up, and saw the dark angel watching him with an enigmatic expression. Satan stopped playing, setting his instrument down upon the ancient stone. In a gentle voice, he asked,

"Have you ever heard of Purgatory?" Rideriel paused and replied,

"The mortals speak of it. They say it’s a place of redemption through penance." Satan nodded and said,

"Their concept of Purgatory is fragmentary at best. In truth, it's a realm removed from all other spaces, where one may sleep forever in a state of peaceful dreaming. I bring up the matter because I wish to offer a solution to your current state of misery. The truth is, your longing for Tzyeriel and the memory of the love you once had in Heaven will continue to cling to you. Of course, it is entirely possible you’ll recover eventually, given enough time traveling the mortal realm on your own, but there’s isn’t any guarantee."

Rideriel cried softly; he saw no way forward awaiting him, and thought,

I couldn’t bear to wander the earth alone. What’s the use of living a life in which one has no hope of being loved by another?

Out of desperation, he asked,

"How does one find Purgatory? Perhaps I might at least-"

Satan gave him a sympathetic look, and said,

"I can open a gateway for you. I’ve access to every realm among the spheres." Rideriel, in a tone simultaneously full of hope and sadness, replied,

"Please help me. I wish to be free of this pain. I'd rather rest forever in serenity than be shackled by my suffering." Satan got up and walked towards the center of the rock, motioning Rideriel over. The angel stood hastily and followed.

Satan began to sing in a beautiful voice. As the song progressed, a glowing portal opened wide. The scribe stepped forward, whispering,

"To you I go, O peaceful slumber."

But as he passed the threshold, Satan stopped singing, his face curling into a snarl. He hissed,

"There is no Purgatory, only Hell." Rideriel, realizing his mistake, tried to escape, but Satan kicked him with the full force of his hooves, sending him hurdling into the abyss.

Rideriel screamed as he plummeted toward the pit. Satan spat in anger as he closed the gateway behind him.

After what seemed an eternity, the scribe slammed against a hard, jagged rock face. The pain of impact was so great he could only wrap his swollen, bruised wings around his body. He cursed himself,

"FOOL! IDIOT!"

Rideriel cried out in rage, but the impact of the fall overwhelmed him, and for a time, he knew no more.

***

Upon finishing this chapter, I felt somewhat shaken. I went to make a cup of coffee, only to find someone had attached a spoon to the handle (perhaps Blarg had been decorating the kitchen again).

After drinking half a pot, my nerves calmed down enough to question my strong reaction to my own narrative.

Rideriel's story is about more than forbidden desire; it's the tale of a fellow who lost all his friends once they learned who he really was.

I'm going to spend some time alone in the park. Until next time, take care.