Crimson Wings (Throb Of A Pyromaniac)

“Oh, what ecstasy setting fires brings to my body! What power I feel at the thought of fire!...Oh, what pleasure, what heavenly pleasure!”

-Joseph Kallinger

Crimson Wings is a direct prequel to Storm Child. (Click here to read Storm Child.) Crimson Wings focuses on the most powerful sister of the seven fallen angels, which is a sorceress & angel of fire. Her alternative personality turns her into another character in the Book Of Revelations. This writing contains violence and sexual themes.

Crimson Wings

(Throb of A Pyromaniac)

I shall show you where she dwells, where she invokes her fires of hell. Bedazzled by her blinding, lovesick spells, this is where I battle myself. If you paddle down this river of mortal blood, you shall find her in the forbidden chamber of my heart. Yet, this isn’t where my sordid story starts. This is just an introduction to a beast so dark.

My obsession over her began like a line of cocaine. An innocent spark that blossomed into a flower of flame. She was so angry when she burned down everything that she touched. Her mouth had an appetite for tied virgins and lust. Although, she was someone’s pretty daughter, once. Now she enters my dreams in the monstrous shape of a succubus. With wings spread high for mid-nightmare flights, she pries into the bolted doors of my mind. She finds locked desires and perversions inside, and exorcizes the demons back to life...Crazed faces of damned races stare at my bare body with grins of delight. She darkens the meaning of love, tonight, before the mesmerizing tails of consuming firelight.

As restrictive as a cage in my lover’s warm embrace, a kiss to drown in passion, but I can always see “her” face. Not the face of my companion, but of the temptress demon who was embodied into the flesh of the most beautiful woman. Her glossy, red lips taste like poison, but she completes my twisted fantasies with twitching, grand satisfaction. The sexual viper bit, and sent a river of flames coursing down to the canals of my icy veins. She has lived with regrets from a dark, past life which leaves her unstable, untamed, and reckless. That’s why I call her, ember angel who rekindled from the draping and waking fires of the phoenix. I am her passive subject who longs to endure the pleasing pains inflicted from my abusive dominatrix. She who possesses the holy exorcists, and hisses as they stab themselves with their own sharpened crucifixes.

Beneath the spiked ceiling of her cruel, torturous palace, we drank angels’ blood dripping into a bejeweled chalice. We gazed from her balcony constructed in the sky and observed the glorious Jupiter and Venus align. Nero’s wildfire spread through the forests of time, and it crackled with vengeance inside her enthralled, vermillion eyes. The empress was enraptured by the sight of the inferno that scorched every morsel of earth that it could swallow. And for the heroes that would soon follow, the dirt roads were paved with lava from the volcano. She gloated from her blazing, levitating throne as the fire on her horned, ruby crown blown. As the ash blizzard snowed a thickening coat, the apocalyptic planet sorrowfully smoked.

Smear the soot off of your shallow window and be exposed to the glow of hot coals and brimstone.

The chaotic enchantress jumped down, and threw her glittering robe down to the ground. She revealed her dark, forbidden body that spun fantasy in the minds of men a plenty. She barbarically kissed my virgin lips and slashed my back with her fiery whip. She knew that I would knell and obey to her pervert mind and seductive ways. The carnal predator licked up my chest and salivated on areas that she knew best. I aimed my wet, throbbing phallus and stabbed it into her hungry orifice. As I inched through the thermal tunnel of fulfilling sex, her twisted magic granted wishes of untold fetishes. I was locked into a selfish euphoria of sweat that prophesied a legion of demons in my earthborn head. Moaning in an ecstatic mind set, the villainous goddess sank her vampiric teeth in my neck. Breeding the pain. Quivering to the pleasure. Both synced together in an explosive climax where the carnivorous harpy etched her claws down my back.

Savoring my sweet blood like a heartless heretic. Feeding on my desires like a sex-deprived nymphomaniac. Igniting fire to their churches like a pyromaniac. Hail to the lady of the wildfire. The infernal demon housed in the skin of an immaculate maiden. The mother of fuckers and murderous nymphos. The damsel who sings darkening hymns in an underworld full of fire nymphs and demonic goats. It is she who lights the lands with her blazing touch. It is she who rekindles summer’s warmth and melts winter’s diamond dust. Penetrating amidst heaven’s slashing breeze, she flaps like a bird over sunburst skies in the cursed form of a fire-breathing lizard. And through the vast lands of paradise, staffs arise to recognize her by the wicked hands of demented wizards.

She is the queen of kings, and when she sings, her lifting voice will be the trigger to encase the world in a seething hellfire. And I want to burn with her in her own consuming madness. I want to hear the screams of the innocent begging me to set them free from the witch’s orgy of chaos. For years, my eyes have been wandering inside her labyrinth of alluring fires. Tonight, the asteroids shall fall with the mystifying, meteor showers. If nobody releases me from my bewitched state of mind, remember that I was just a fallen star that the world left behind.

In an unlit dimension of oblivion, a hysterical cackle echoed through the seams of reality. Unexpectedly, a powerful voice hissed from outside the walls of humanity, “you, putrid drones of mortality. What is it that thou love? And is it I? I have a worthy proposition indeed, knell before me or DIE! Ripping off thy beautiful faces shall just amuse us. We are the fallen. Present thy ageing bodies to the ruby queen. I shall rape thee senselessly until we find that dark fantasy. Thy forgiving father shall let thee repent from thy most satisfying sin of thou life. Cain wasn’t able to live up to his fable. Ride with me amongst the back of the beast. I am the whore of Babylon. As havoc sweeps thy green lands, thou shall be greeted by my six, twin sisters, but none of them are as powerful or divine as I. Let me redeem thee from my punishing flames, let me shield thee with my crimson wings. My castle’s spire shall soon break through the soil to overworld. Arise, Beelzebub, lord of flies. Waken from thy enchanted sleep, Lilith, tempt the swine from their holy gardens. Churn the savage seas, Leviathan. I whom hath hid for centuries beneath the fabric of their diseased lives. I watched the fools build a foundation around a book of exaggerated lies. When humanity shuts their heavy eyes for a calm, serene dream, my chariot races toward the days when their lands are faithless and crumbling.”

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