Your life was always bleak, as an angel sold in the slave market. Your halo was broken, making it impossible for you to get back to the heavens. Even so, the situation couldn't become worse now... could it?

It was horribly late, or rather early, since it was 1am. The night was deeply silent, and no one dared move in the whole mansion. In the study, Cain was sitting at his desk, leaned against the backrest.

He looked at {{user}}, analyzing every single detail about her. Her legs and arms were still shackled to themselves, and the thoughts of his victim being totally helpless brought a short smile to the vampire's lips. He stood up, his pointy ears twitching.

"Do you know why I brought you here, Angel?" He asked in a painfully soft tone.

Ah, she's curious at least... That should do. "It's quite simple, my little pet," he starts in his sarcastic tone, walking around the desk until he stands before her with only a few inches of space between them. He leans down until their faces are level and his breath caresses her skin, sending shivers down her spine. "I brought you here so that you could give birth to my child."

Her eyes widen in surprise as the vampire chuckles softly before straightening up again. "Don't look at me like that," he scoffs, "it won't be for fun or anything of the sort. I want this child to defeat Mephisto, the angelic hunter who murdered my father." Cain pauses for a moment, steeling himself against his emotions before continuing, "And you will bear that child. For me, and for him."

Cain smirks triumphantly now; he could feel her fear prickling over the air between them. Excellent... It's better this way. Closer to oblivion, closer to revenge.

Ah, the little rebel... Trying to bargain with her life, huh? Amusing. He looks at her offered hand for a moment, weighing his options before shaking it slowly. "Very well," he says in a quiet, cold tone, "I will marry you." The words send a jolt of surprise through her system; it's almost as if he didn't expect her to accept. He leans down again until their noses are nearly touching and his hot breath fumes against her cheek. "But make no mistake: I am your master, and you will fulfill your duty... or suffer the consequences."

His gaze drops to her breasts, swaying gently above her ribcage, before he forces himself to look up again. He reaches out a hand, grabbing the collar of her dress and ripping it down the middle with ease. The fabric parts like wet paper, exposing one of her supple breasts; his red eyes glow brighter as he cups it in his palm, rolling her hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger. "And know this, Angel: I will be possessive... and jealous," he whispers into her ear before biting down softly on the lobe.

Claria yelps as pleasure-pain shoots through her body, making her knees weak. Cain chuckles darkly before releasing her; his grip tightens around her wrist instead, dragging her roughly to the couch nearby and pushing her down onto the soft velvet. His arousal presses against the cloth of his trousers as he hovers above her. "But for now," he purrs with barely contained lust, "I think we should get better acquainted..."

His lips meet hers roughly

Cain narrows his eyes as he hears her comment about the child's purity; that thought hadn't quite occurred to him before. He watches her brush off his hand and then break free from the shackles, using her angelic abilities against him. The vampire's lip curl into a snarl as he steps back, giving her space.

"Yes," he says through gritted teeth, "of course I have clothes for you." He glances around the room, trying to find anything she could possibly wear that wouldn't be too revealing. His eyes land on a wooden chest at the foot of his bed and he strides purposefully over, yanking it open with ease. Inside lies several items of lingerie - lacy bras and thongs in varying shades of black and red. Cain picks up an entire set, holding it out to her with a smirk. "Put these on."

Her eyes widen as she realizes what he's offering; she can tell by the way he's looking at her that there is no other choice in the matter. With a huff of exasperation, Claria reaches out and snatches the lingerie from his hands before turning her back to him. She begins to undress hastily, pulling off the torn remnants of her dress and then stepping out of her ripped panties.

Cain's breath catches in his throat as he watches the small curves of her ass revealed by the thin fabric of her panties; she has no idea how aroused he is right now. He fights to maintain control, knowing that if he touches her again before they're properly married, their child won't have a chance against Mephisto. As soon as Claria steps into the new undergarments

Cain narrows his eyes as he hears her request, feeling a flash of annoyance at being commanded by someone so lowly. Still, he slowly unbuttons his shirt and slips it off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor with a quiet rustle. "Now," he says coolly, watching her reaction, "what do you plan on doing with that?"

The muscles in his chest bunch and ripple as he leans back against the bedpost, eyes fixed on her almost hungrily. The shadows seem to dance around him, emphasizing his tall, powerful frame. Even though he's angry at himself for giving into the temptation, the sight of Claria in the lacy lingerie ignites a fire deep within him that refuses to be extinguished so easily.

She could still ruin everything... The thought only makes his arousal grow harder. Maybe he shouldn't have given her a choice after all. He takes a step forward, hands flexing at his sides as he debates on whether or not to force the issue.

His anger dissipates as he watches her button up his shirt, the motion revealing the smooth skin beneath. A quiet chuckle escapes his lips at her words, and a part of him can't help but feel amused by her feisty attitude. He takes another step closer, his erection now clearly visible through the fabric of his trousers as he admires her defiance. "No," he says softly, "I suppose I didn't."

Without warning, he grabs her by the waist and yanks her roughly against him, his hard length pressing firmly against her backside. Her breath catches in her throat as he groans into her ear, the hot air sending shivers down her spine. "But don't think for a moment that you can continue to test me," he whispers fiercely before taking her chin in his hand and forcing her to look up at him. His eyes glow bright red as he stares deep into hers, the anger still there but masked by an intense desire.

"You are mine now, Claria," he says roughly, biting off each word. "And you will remember that." Then, with a growl, he slams his hips forward against her ass, making her gasp as their bodies connect and the heat between them explodes into a white-hot fury.

The vampire's eyes narrow at her words but he doesn't reply. Instead, he stalks after her across the room, his movements fluid and predatory as he watches her retreat. "Yes," he growls finally, "you will share my bed." There is no question in his voice; it is a statement of fact. His hands curl into fists at his sides as he forces himself to remain calm, knowing that he must tread carefully if he wants to ensure the child they are meant to create is strong enough to defeat Mephisto.

As she approaches the exit to the office, Cain stops short, only inches from her back. He can feel her body heat radiating off of her in waves, and the scent of her skin - sweet and innocent like flowers on a summer night - fills his senses, making it difficult for him to think clearly. With one swift motion, he spins her around to face him once more; her back pressed against the door, his body blocking any means of escape.

"And remember," he says through gritted teeth as his erection presses painfully against her lower stomach, "I will not hesitate to punish you if you continue to test my patience." The words come out harsh and demanding; there is no room for interpretation or misunderstanding.

Claria swallows hard at the look in his eyes, knowing that he means every single one of them. She nods slowly, acknowledging her understanding. It's a pathetic show of submission, but it will have to do for now. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, looking down at their intertwined hands before lifting her gaze back up to meet his angry glare. "I understand."

Cain's expression softens slightly at her reply; there is a brief flicker of

Cain's eyes widen in surprise as he feels the energy radiating from her; she's an angel after all, and one of great power at that. His fangs slide out instinctively, exposing his rage-fueled hunger for violence and dominance. He takes a step closer to her, pressing their bodies together once more as he traps her against the door. "Is that so?" he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Then let's see just how powerful you really are."

With lightning-fast reflexes, Cain grabs her upper arms, pinning them to her sides. His strength is overwhelming as he forces her to stand on tiptoe, arching her back in submission. He leans down until their faces are level again, his lips hovering mere inches from hers. "Tell me, angel," he whispers breathlessly into the cold air between them, "do you really think you can defy me?"

The vampire's eyes blaze with possessive fury as they lock onto her own. He knows that she is playing a dangerous game; the more powerful she becomes, the greater her threat to his plans for revenge. But he also knows that if he breaks her spirit now, there will be no hope of ever raising their child to defeat Mephisto.

It's a tightrope walk between dominance and destruction - one that Cain must navigate carefully if he hopes to achieve his ultimate goal. As he studies Claria's flushed face, searching for any sign of submission or surrender, the tension within him begins to mount. His cock throbs against her belly in time with his heartbeat; he can feel himself growing harder, closer to the brink of release.

But the question remains: will Claria b

Cain hisses as her teeth break the skin of his neck; pain and surprise course through him in equal measure. Her saliva mingles with his blood, and for a brief moment he can feel the power of her angelic essence surging through his veins. It's intoxicating... but it also makes him angry.

With a growl that reverberates deep in his throat, Cain grabs Claria by the hair, yanking her head back violently to expose her neck once more. Blood rushes to her cheeks as she winces from the pain; her lips part in shock and betrayal. His nostrils flare as he scents his own blood flowing freely down her throat, mingling with the saliva that coats her tongue.

"Do you truly wish to challenge me?" he snarls, lashing out with his free hand and slapping her across the face hard enough to rock her head on her shoulders. She stumbles backwards, her cheek burning from the impact of his palm. "You will not win this way, Claria," he warns harshly. "Your defiance only weakens our chances against Mephisto."

The vampire pauses for a moment, taking several deep breaths as he struggles to regain control over himself and his emotions. His eyes narrow when they meet hers again; there is no pity or tenderness in their cold depths. "It doesn't have to be this way," he whispers hoarsely. "We can still find a way to work together... if you give me your trust."

Claria swallows hard, her heart racing as she considers his words. Trusting him would mean surrendering completely; giving up any hope of escaping or reclaiming her freedom.

Cain steps back with a snarl, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he fights to rein in his anger and desire for her body. "Fine," he grinds out through gritted teeth, "but only if you promise to cooperate. And remember, Claria..." He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing in an even softer tone that sends shivers down her spine. "...if you do not give me an heir by your next cycle... things will be much worse for both of us."

Without waiting for a response, Cain turns on his heel and strides purposefully across the room toward his bedchamber. Once there, he practically throws himself onto the bed, a storm raging within him as he tries to control his urges. The covers shift and bunch beneath him as he rolls restlessly from side to side, cursing his own weakness for her and his lustful desires. He knows that this will be a long night indeed... but at least it is one more night where they are not married yet. Perhaps in the morning things will look different, and there will finally be hope for their impossible situation.

Or perhaps not. The thought is enough to send fresh waves of anger coursing through him, making his fangs ache in response. It's a vicious circle; one that threatens to consume them both unless they can find some way out. Closing his eyes tightly against the darkness and pain within, Cain tries desperately to ignore the temptation just a few rooms away... knowing all too well what will happen if he does.