Angel 'Killed' The Radio Star

"Cause radio is fucking dead!"

It was the last thing he heard as Adam snarled in a mocking replica of a smile, before a white blast barreled towards him, blinding him as he held his staff out protectively in front of him. He could feel the blast push him backwards, his limited abilities barely holding up against the raw, unrefined magic of an archangel. Worse so, his ever so sensitive ears picked up on a sharp snapping noise.

Opening his eyes, his eyes immediately zeroed in on the movement in front of him. He felt disoriented, more so than he'd ever felt in his life. This— this was not how battles usually went for him. Normally he was the one goading his prey, taunting them with their upcoming demise— just as he'd been doing this entire battle with Adam.

"What just happened?"

His eyes widened as he realized his voice lacked his distinctive radio static. Adam flew closer, his mocking grin taunting him as his eyes quickly snapped down to his staff, the source of his newfound unease.

Not fear.

It was broken. It buzzed with electricity, the middle of the shaft now a twisted, mangled mess of wires and metal.

" Oh fuck ."

Before he could even think to fight back or formulate a new plan— that did not involve running. He didn't run. He didn't, never him, never the great Radio Demon — he was thrown back from the force of the first man's blade slicing through his chest, an uncharacteristic cry of pain ripping from his throat as he slammed against the small ledge behind him, falling to the ground with a small grunt.

This wasn't how this was supposed to go.

There was no way he was this weak.

No.

No, his deal couldn't have made him this weak.

It couldn't—

He heard the angel land in front of him, his ears flicking towards the man he had to begrudgingly admit was stronger than him, his tail traitorously flicking upwards under his coat to signal danger-danger-run- help — and he quickly forced his primal instincts down, pushing his thoughts to the side. Getting to his knees and into a sitting position, he plastered his trademark grin onto his face, blood dripping down his chin and staining his ashen skin.

"Have to disagree with you there~! Radio is not dead— but it is ending this broadcast.."

He began to bleed into the shadows, the cold void acting as a comforting embrace as he slipped away.

But before he could fully disappear, a clawed hand wrapped around his ankle and yanked him out .

"Wh at—! "

"Oh no you little pussy, you're not getting away that easily! You wanna fight the first man? Then fucking fight, bitch !"

Alastor felt his heart clench as Adam tossed him to the side, his broken staff parts scattering across the floor as he bit back yet another cry of pain. Scrambling on unsteady legs, he braced himself against the wall as he looked up at the angel, his hindbrain screaming at him to run, run as fast as you can, get away, there's a predator, get help—!

He smiled wider.

"Why, it seems to be you are a true fan of the classics! Why else would you want me here so badly?"

Swallowing down bloody spit, he tried to get himself back into battle position, but he just couldn't. His power, his beloved magic — was preoccupied with saving his life, knitting his flesh and bone and muscle back together, ignoring his calls to go back on the offense.

He was well and truly fucked.

He didn't understand why he felt so— so anxious , so worried , he didn't know why he was experiencing these emotions. He was an Overlord, he was the great Radio Demon, how could this be enough to strike fear into his heart? He wasn't the type to dissolve into hysterics when something went wrong, not was he the type to embrace his primal instincts, but now— now all he could think about was getting away because predator means danger and danger means death—!

It seemed his shock and, dare he say it?— fear was evident to the other man, a laugh ripping from his throat as his mask grew more menacing.

"Oh my God! This is hilarious! You're fucking scared! "

He growled, his ears flicking backwards and pressing against his head as his tail stood straight up, baring its white underside for a herd that wasn't here, that didn't exist , his breathing coming faster and more ragged at the crushing realization that, yes, he was afraid .

Adam grinned and rushed at him, grabbing him by the throat and slamming him against a ruined wall as he clawed and kicked with his hind legs, his nails drawing blood that glistened gold and dripped down Adam's wrist.

"Oh man, what was that about being the one to end my fucking life? Look at you, you're a fucking bitch."

To emphasize his point, he reached out with his other hand and dug his fingers into Alastor's wound, making the deer demon let out a small, whimpery-sounding growl as his body's hard work went to waste, blackened blood staining more of his ruined suit. More alarmingly, his clothes around the wound were beginning to fall apart, the angel's rough ministrations only worsening the tears in the crimson suit.

"Let's see how far I can.. yeah, oh that's fucking sick!"

He let out a tiny cry when Adam forced his clawed fingers as deep as he could go into the wound, scraping the tips of his nails against bone, before the much older being ripped his hand away, tearing much of the fabric around his chest off with his flesh. Alastor would never admit that he gasped when he did.

But could anyone blame him?

It hurt.

"Ha, would you look at that! You can feel pain, you filthy fuck!"

Alastor's smile grew strained, his chest wound bleeding profusely as Adam tightened the grip around his throat. He already was straining for breath, but now?

He couldn't breathe at all.

He couldn't breathe.

He needed air.

Pressure grew behind his temples and eyes, his face growing redder as he began to thrash against the angel's hold, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he sucked in panicked breaths through his gritted teeth.

Still, Adam didn't let up, allowing the deer demon to claw and kick and grow more panicked as he tried desperately to get air into his lungs.

"Yeah baby, that's it, you fucking need air, don't you?"

Alastor could barely make out what the angel was saying at this point, unwanted tears growing at the corner of his eyes as he fought more violently against his hold. His vision was starting to go black, splotches and dark spots appearing in front of him.

"—ucking hot, you— really should act—"

Finally, he began to let out panicked cries, his eyes radio dials and glossy with unshed tears as his struggles grew weaker.

"—uch a fucking tease—"

And with that, Adam threw him to the side, something popping as his body made contact with the floor. He didn't care, gasping for much needed breath as he crawled on shaking limbs away from the danger , away from the predator here to hurt him , his throat sore and droplets of warm, salty liquid falling onto the floor in front of him.

Never before had he wanted assistance, but now he hoped someone, anyone , would wonder where he was and come to help him.

He let out a screeching sort of sound that was unfamiliar to his own ears without the usual static as hands grabbed him and pushed him into the floor, too weak from oxygen deprivation and his wounds to do anything but squirm pathetically as the hands on his hip and the back of his neck held him down.

"Oh yeah, I'm gonna have fun with you."

His brain was too hazy to make out what he meant, his hands clawing uselessly at the ground as he tried to get away.

"G— get off of me !"

His voice was rough from the mistreatment he faced, his words feeling weak, even to himself, but he couldn't do anything else. Once again, the lack of radio static only made it sound like a plea and not the order he wanted it to be.

He still couldn't access his magic, and with Adam all over Alastor, touching him in ways he didn't want nor like, he couldn't try and use what little he had to teleport away. After all, he'd just teleport with Adam if he did, not away from him. Worse yet, he didn't know what the angel planned to do to him.

However, he soon came to realize just what the angel meant when he felt the hand on his hip let go and instead rest on his back, before the angel sliced his claw down his suit, exposing his scarred and ashen skin to his sickening gaze.

He froze.

Was this what true fear felt like?

"Hah, you're a fucking freak show! 'S no wonder you're down here, rotting like the disgusting fuck you are!"

He tried to push himself up, to thrash away so that he could cover his uncomfortably vulnerable skin, but the hand on his neck tightened, Adam's voice growing more sinister as he growled into his twitching ears, " Relax. Or I'll fucking kill you. "

He stilled.

Despite everything, despite all his posturing and arrogant attitude, he still has human-like qualities.

And he was scared to die.

And he was more scared than he's ever been in his life. Never before has he been beaten so easily, nor humiliated so thoroughly. Not even when he sold his soul did he feel such fear.

This was new.

He hated new.

Adam seemed content with his seemingly newfound submission, going back to what he was doing. However, he never loosened his grip on Alastor, almost like he knew the deer demon was the type to need a constant reminder of why he should behave.

He flinched when Adam's claw-like nails caressed his skin, making small cuts wherever he pleased while he made disgusting commentary.

"So many scars, bet you like it rough ."

"God, you're trembling like a newborn doe, it's fucking hot!"

"I bet I could make you scream like a bitch with just my fingers alone."

Each comment grew more and more vulgar, more and more demeaning, and more and more frightening .

Surely he was bluffing? An angel would never—

But no, his hindbrain was screaming , practically deafening out any other thought he might have as he thought of all the ways this predator could hurt him, could break him, could kill him.

"Oh? What's this?"

His mind came to a halt as the angel noticed his tail through his coat, his grin growing wider as he ripped his coat off him and exposed his little white and red tail, which was still pointing upwards to warn of danger.

"Oh my fucking God. That's so fucking hot. Like, bambi, that's fucking—"

He practically whimpered when he grabbed his tail with rough hands and stroked upwards from the base to tip.

"H— hhha aaaahhh !"

His face flushed bright red, tears threatening to fall as his sensitive nerves went wild over the new, never before felt sensation. Adam bursted out laughing, hunching over as his chuckles pervaded his ears, making him feel all the more trapped by the otherworldly being.

"Oh shit ! You squeal like a bitch too! Oh God—!"

Alastor squeezed his eyes shut, trembling like a newborn fawn as Adam violated him.

The first man must've realized he wasn't going to say anything, so instead he worked on baring all of Alastor's skin, making him flinch every time the sound of fabric ripping permeated through the air.

When he got to his legs, his claws ripping his pants and underwear off, a few tears really did fall, although thankfully, they went unnoticed. However, the lack of a penis definitely did not. He tried to squeeze his legs together, trying to protect his modesty in whatever way he could, but the angel simply got between his legs and forced them open.

Terrifyingly, he could feel a clawed finger trace the sensitive skin around his inner thighs.

"Y'know, I thought the hooves and shit was gonna be the most surprising thing here, but I can't say I'm disappointed by this! This is like— my lucky day !"

Alastor let out a small, keening sound that was practically dripping with misery, which didn't go unnoticed by the man above him.

"Oh, c'mon, don't be like that bambi, this is like, the luckiest day of your life, too. I mean, how many disgusting little fucks like you get to brag you got railed by the first man ?"

Alastor ignored him, clenching his eyes shut as the angel groped his scarred and sensitive flesh. He yelped when he was flipped over, his eyes flying open as he stared wide eyed up at the man who was hunched over him, staring at him with sadistic eyes.

His smile wavered.

His ears flattened against his head, feeling more and more like prey with every passing second.

Was he prey?

"Don't look so scared, I just wanted to see what you look like when I do this ."

Before the deer demon could try and guess what he meant by that, a ragged, bloodcurdling scream ripped from his throat as two of those sharp, clawed, pointy fingers forced their way into his never before penetrated entrance.

That's when he broke.

Sobs ripped from his throat as the first man stole his first time, the pain excruciating in a way he never before experienced, the sharp points scraping against his inner walls.

Oh Satan, it hurt so fucking bad .

He's felt pain before. He's been burned, electrocuted, beaten, cut, disemboweled, damn near crushed — everything — but he's never had anyone violate him, hurt him like this before. He's never felt such sharp nails scrape against his insides and seemingly tear him apart from the inside out before.

"Ta ke them out! Take them out ! "

Tears dripped down his cheeks, mixing with the dusting of dirt and blood on his face as the sadistic being above him smirked and scissored his fingers around, almost like he was searching for something, but Alastor didn't know what. His smile was now more of pained, fearful baring of teeth, like his instincts couldn't decide whether to try and be threatening or to allow his more primal side to take over and beg for mercy that he knew wouldn't be granted.

"Quiet down, bambi, I'm trying to do something."

He continued to cry, pained, guttural whimpers and breaths escaping through his bared teeth, while Adam pushed his fingers deeper, moved them faster , before he curled his fingers and—

He sobbed and jerked violently, his body practically vibrating from how hard he was trembling as something deep inside him was forced to feel an indescribable pleasure he's never felt before.

"What— no, hurts —!"

And then a thumb began to rub at the bundle of nerves he rarely ever touched himself, causing him to throw his head back as he keened, his once untouched entrance growing wetter by the second.

Although, he was fairly certain some of that wetness was his own blood.

"Oh yeah, take it like the little bitch you are— bet you fucking love this, you were practically made for this.."

Alastor could only continue to keen, his sobs mixing with his mewls as the pain grew more and more pleasurable— and his self loathing grew more and more intense.

Here he was getting off to being violated by an angel. He was disgusting , his body was disgusting , he felt disgusting.

But Satan, it felt so good in the worst way possible .

He sobbed through his unwanted pleasure as something built up within him, a coil in his lower stomach tightening as the man above him picked up the pace. The battle around them was all but forgotten, his half-hearted hope that someone might help him before it went too far long gone by now.

If anything, he hoped they thought him dead. He would rather kill himself than have anyone, especially them, know what happened to him— what is happening to him — if they were to find him.

"Can't believe you ever thought yourself to be anything other than a pretty little fawn begging to be fucked, you're a goddamn natural at this! Hell, I might take you with me, I always like a good challenge.."

Alastor let out a sharp, almost wailing sob as the pleasure increased to blinding amounts, his hoofs digging into the floor beneath him and his hips bucking upwards as he chased that feeling, all involuntarily and all instinctual actions. He was no longer registering the words spoken to him, and perhaps that was a good thing, seeing as he was having a hard time not getting overstimulated and confused by hearing his own heartbeat and thoughts.

And finally, with a flick and a few firm, circular motions against his clitoris, he came with a shout, his back arching as blood mixed with his own fluids coated Adam's fingers and dripped from his well-used entrance with every thrust of the angel's fingers; despite him already being so sensitive, the angel kept going, the overstimulation growing so painful , so pleasurable , that all the deer could do was cry .

"Fuck, you look so good like this— so fucking tasty—"

He flinched violently when the angel leaned down and licked his tears up, letting out a pleased moan at the taste.

Alastor had never felt so used in his life. This was different than any humiliation or torment he'd ever been put through, than any rare loss he's ever had, and he wanted nothing more than to disappear off the face of hell and never return.

Finally, after what felt like eons of torment, the angel pulled his fingers out of him, a wet pop echoing through the air as shivers wracked his frame, his hips quivering from overstimulation. Adam looked down at him with eyes that spoke of future pain yet to come, licking his lips as he watched Alastor's arousal mixed with blood seep out of him and drip onto the dirty floor beneath them.

"Y'know, I've never fucked a deer."

Alastor's heart stopped, before he began to sob once more, his fear so strong that he instinctively began to cry. He knew what was about to happen, and he didn't want it, but he knew he couldn't stop it.

Adam ignored his cries and simply reached under his robes to free his cock, and Alastor had to admit he was too afraid to look. He didn't want to see, he didn't want to acknowledge what was about to happen now, or else he'd go mad from fear.

"Oh no you don't, you're gonna fucking look!"

Alas, Adam wasn't content to let him suffer in peace. Roughly digging his nails into Alastor's chin, he forced him to look down at his hard member.

And he promptly began to hyperventilate.

He was lengthy and girthy and absolutely leaking . True to his size, it looked like a monster.

Alastor was smaller than Adam, and at least thirty times skinnier.

He was going to die .

"N– no— no— that— won't fit! Y– you know it won't!"

Adam practically purred as he replied, "I'll fucking impale you if I have to, but it's going inside you."

With that, he placed that tip at his entrance and began to push .

He was right.

He was going to impale him.

The thing about Alastor was that he was thin . Dangerously thin, even. Part of his punishment was that he could never feel full, and his metabolism was incredibly fast; paired with an inability to keep down most things that weren't made from specific meats and an insane calorie usage from all his magic, and he was left with a body that Angel Dust often lamented about wishing he could have.

Normally, he didn't mind. He enjoyed the lanky, almost creepy look it gave him. And it made buying clothes cheaper since they required less fabric (not that he was hurting for money. He wasn't a Goetia, but he was incredibly well off, perhaps even more so than even the V's), but in this case?

In this case it made him feel like he was being torn in half from the inside out. He hyperventilated and sobbed as his hooves banged against the ground, his fingers clawing at the dirt as the first man forced his way inside him.

"Oooooooh fuck. Look at that…"

A hand came up to wrap around his waist, his fingertips nearly touching as he murmured out expletives Alastor wished he could unheard.

"You're so fucking thin there's a goddamn dick outline"

Alastor only groaned weakly, tears leaking from his eyes and bloody drool beginning to drip from the corner of his mouth. He sobbed sharply when he gave a sudden, harsh thrust, pushing deeper into him.

He still had a little less than halfway to go, but Alastor genuinely didn't think he could take even an inch more. It hurt so bad he wanted to scream, but his throat was so sore and scratchy that he didn't think he could manage. Adam tried to push further, but he was met with resistance as he began to hit his cervix, making Alastor sob from the blinding pain.

" PleasEee..! "

The plea fell from his lips without his consent, making Adam pause what he was doing, his frustration evident as he continuously tried to fit the rest of himself inside the smaller demon. Giving him a raised brow, he mocked, "Oh, would ya look at that, the fucking bitch is begging !"

Red hot shame burned through him, but he couldn't help it. It was excruciating, as were most of the things that had happened to him in the past two hours. He began to cry more as Adam tried to thrust in and out, trying to work his way in, only to be continuously met with his cervix.

"Fu ck! Y'know, you being all fucking small is cute and all, but it's really fucking pissing me off! I swear to God, I'm just gonna fucking—"

Alastor screamed when he slammed his hips forward, not quite fitting all the way in, but managing to force a couple more inches inside him. Huffing, Adam let go of his throat, using holy magic to keep him still as he grabbed both of his hips and began to fuck his body like a used toy, his nails digging into his hips, his cock spearing him open with every thrust and slamming into his cervix, his eyes narrowed while his lips were downturned as he scowled at him, like it was Alastor's fault he couldn't fit all the way.

Alastor, on the other hand, could feel himself passing out. The pain was simply too much, he was exhausted, his wounds ached, and he could feel every nerve in his body screaming with every single thrust the angel made. Sobs of utter agony and exhaustion continued to fall from his lips, but it was distant to even his ears as the sweet, sweet embrace of nothingness claimed him as it's own.

Adam ignored him, too frustrated by his own sexual needs being unfulfilled to care that his plaything wasn't conscious anymore. Biting his lip, he used his magic to keep the demon asleep, before he grabbed his hips more firmly and slammed into him with as much force as he could. Perhaps that wasn't the best of ideas, seeing as he felt himself rip through something, but it wasn't anything some magic couldn't fix, right?

Grinning, he realized he finally was fully sheathed inside the small demon. Smugly, he boasted to no one, "Ha! Adam two, fucking bitch zero!"

Grinning still, he went at Alastor's body like he was a lifeless toy, reaching up to play with and pinch his nipples, enjoying the way he twitched and shivered in his sleep, tears still slowly dripping down his cheeks. It took only a few more minutes of him fucking the deer like an animal before he finally came, filling the doe with his seed. Pulling out, he hissed when he saw enough blood that even he was worried.

Quickly, he snapped his fingers and sloppily healed up whatever internal damage he caused, before he tucked himself back into his pants and fixed his robes.

When he finally came to, it was to Adam laughing as he stood up, looking both smug and satisfied as he looked down at the bleary eyed, scared looking doe.

"Well, that sure was fun, but I have more fucking demons to kill and a princess to maim, so if you'll excuse me—"

And with that, he mockingly threw a few dollars at him and flew off without another word, leaving Alastor to shiver on the ground and slowly sob as he realized the magnitude of what happened to him, smile completely gone. The only bright side was that his wound from earlier was almost completely healed, enough so that he could hug himself and use his magic to collect his staff parts, before he teleported somewhere vaguely near his radio tower.