“You need to take it easy,” Raphael speaking as Pava slowly got out of the bed she was resting in. Unconscious since the attack by the Chaos creature that Beelzebub sent to kill her; a father’s twisted lesson to Cruciata for trying to betray him. While the attack did nearly succeed; it was Cruciata’s emerging love that kept the young peacock demon for death.
But Pava was no longer a demon. The love that Cruciata put into her prayer allowed Jehovah and Raphael to help tend and heal her wound. The love also allowed the new demon to ascend. Her wings and peacock like tail become bright light like the new day sun; polished and sparkling a kaleidoscope of colors from the thin reflective membranes as she flexes and opens her wings wide.
“You still need rest,” Raphael trying to get Pava back to lying down.
“I’ve done enough resting,” Pava taking a few ginger steps, still feeling a little woozy; “Where is Cruciata?”
“She is talking with Jehovah,” Raphael answering; “you’ll be with her in time. Now get back to bed and try to eat some breakfast.”
Pava sighed as she was still feeling weak and ended up acquiescing to the Angel’s commands. Seeing the plate of food offered to her, she wasted no time in eating.
“Food never fails,” Raphael nodding; “hopefully Jehovah and Cruciata will be back soon.
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“And that is everything I know,” Cruciata finishing her story as she polishes off a plate of corned beef hash. Telling Jehovah what she saw in the palace of Vermin; the blasmephous ritual involving Beelzebub, Nergal and Adrammelech.
“This concerns me greatly,” Jehovah stroking his long beard; “I always knew your father was ambitious, I even suspected that he was dabbling in the dark arts. But to consort with chaos,” Jehovah sighing as he gets up; “this explains a few things. Come with me Cruciata,” Jehovah leaving the table; “I think it’s time you and Pava have a proper re-introduction.
The young Carronfly didn’t understand god, with his words; she saw Pava last night before she was escorted to a comfortable room to rest herself. Protesting that she should be with Pava; Raphael was not having the new angel jump in bed with someone still recovering from a near death experience. Even Jehovah nodded at the common sense the large Angel was parting to the panicking girl. So as she walked down the long corridor, Cruciata got a look at all the statues that stood guard along the hallway. All sporting halos; several had wings like that of birds instead of bats and insects. A few even had multiple sets of wings. A couple had animal like features for their limbs and heads.
“Its no different up here,” Cruciata whispered; “even taurs.” Cruciata seeing several statues of angelic taurs in regal repose.
“Angels and demons are really no different from each other,” Jehovah chuckling; “When the rebels were driven from heaven, the darkness found them and twisted their visage to what they are now.”
“Father and Lucifer called it the fall,” Cruciata staring at one statue who’s features remind her of her father.
“That was your grandfather,” Jehovah pausing to look along with Cruciata; “Betzalel Papilio was his name. Your father killed him during the rebellion,” Jehovah leading the young Carronfly onward; “and fall is apt. Human’s make references to it in their texts, but they are not entirely accurate. No angel had their wings burned away as they plummeted to the earth,” Jehovah chuckling; “humans have quite the imagination.”
The rest of the walk was lead in silence for the next few minutes; pausing as they reach the door just as Raphael walks out.
“Pava is awake,” Raphael nodding to Jehovah; “and eager to leave.”
“Then lets re-unite these two,” Jehovah unable to stop Cruciata as she bowls over Raphael and practically barges into the room. Jehovah placing a hand on Raphael to stop him from following; “let’s give them a few minutes,” god smiling.
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Cruciata entered the room to see Pava. Hail, healthy and angelic. Her new butterfly wing fluttering with joy; Cruciata ended up half jumping half flying into Pava’s embrace.
“Oh I missed you so much,” Cruciata kissing the angel between words; “I was worried I would lose you.”
“I missed you tooooo,” Pava moaning as Cruciata already had a finger in her heavenly snatch. Pulling her finger out, Cruciata samples Pava’s honey; sighing as she guides the Peacock angel back to the bed.
No words were spoken; only two female angels exploring each other’s naked and nubile bodies. Hands groping breasts, fingers flicking nipples, both eventually kiss each other as they start to finger each other furiously. Plunging on finger, then two, followed by a third; using their thumbs to massage each other’s clitoris as they each work towards orgasm. It was a fast and furious act of lust; that neither wanted to end, but both ended up moaning in delight as they each cum. Their vaginal muscles clamping down on the fingers as their juices spill out and coat their thighs.
It was a few minutes later as each came down from their respective highs that they made a feeble attempt to clean up. While Pava was still weak, she still managed to wipe herself down. Taking the time to lick Cruciata’s pussy juices from her fingers; while Cruciata did the same.
“That had to be the best sex I ever had,” Cruciata being the first to speak; “I’m sorry for treating you the way I did when we first met. I had no idea that you would mean more to me then a toy to play with. Can you ever forgive me,” Cruciata tearing up as she looks into Pava’s eyes.
“I forgive you, so Marry me,” Pava stated ; “today. No delays.”
“That can be arraigned,” Jehovah coughing as he made his presence felt; ”I apologise for interrupting your joyous reunion, but if you want a tour of heaven, you two must first put some clothes on."
“We may be no different than demons,” Raphael speaking; “but we don’t walk around nude with our naughty bits on full display.” Raphael tossing some robes for the two to pick from.
“There are gaps in the back to allow your wings to function,” Jehovah nodding as both Cruciata and Pava get up to look at the garments.