Author: Az
Fandom: Angel sanctuary
Characters/Pairing: Rosiel/Raphael
Prompt: Sloth
Word Count: 1.082
Rating: R
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Kaori
Yuki, not me!
Author's Notes: Aeneus!
Here is the first one. And I DO realise that this is slightly AU! – No real
smut, but hey this is not lust, this is sloth.
"Failure to love God
with all one's heart, all one's mind and all one's soul"
Dante Alighieri.
ACEDIA
Raphael looked up from his desk, only to see Rosiel stand there in the
dim light of the doorframe. “Rosiel-sama!” Raphael said pushing his chair back
with a screeching sound; quickly he got to his feet and bowed to the beauty of
heaven. “I did not receive word that you would visit, milord”
“Must be because no word was sent, my dear Raphael” Rosiel said with a
soft voice. Smiling amused at Raphael’s flustered expression looking as he was
about to bolt the room. “At peace, I come not with an army. There is but me”
“I assure you there would be no reason to come to my office Rosiel-sama”
Raphael looked up at a marble doll, so perfect in his beauty it almost hurt,
but Raphael had seen his wrath, knew what that perfect smiling mouth with the
soft lips could command, still not losing the smile. He could be the embodiment
of death did he wish to. “Rumours my lord..” he
started, but Rosiel just chuckled. “I am not here to punish you, dear Raphael”
“Not?” Raphael blurted out
“No” Rosiel said with a little knowing smile. “I need you to do
something for me” Raphael looked completely lost “I need a journal”
“Who’s?” Raphael asked, instantly regretting his words, he couldn’t just
give Rosiel a journal no matter what.
“My own” Rosiel said.
Raphael blinked rapidly “yours, but.. I don’t
have your journal”
“Maybe not, my dear, but you know where it is. And I need you to fetch
it for me” Rosiel said. There was no need to explain to Raphael why he needed
this journal, he knew that the physician was loyal to some extend, he had had
him surveyed for a while, ever since he had returned from his prison to where
Alexiel had sent him. But he knew it would be a matter of time before
Sevothtarte would hold interest in this particular document.
Raphael paled “Journals as old as this is stored in the old end of the, the.. Milord, with all respect I will not venture there, they
say it’s haunted”
Rosiel sighed and fiddled the sleeve of his purple satin shirt. “You
don’t have a choice, ghosts or no ghost you shall retrieve this document for
me”
Raphael slumped down into his chair with a loud sigh. “I will send
someone there to retrieve it” he said placing a hand on his own forehead trying
to ignore his upcoming mother of all headaches.
Rosiel laughed softly, and turned in his seat on the desk, placing a
booted foot in Raphael’s chest. “Oh but you will fetch that document, you and
only you” Rosiel said, an undercurrent of danger apparent in his tone.
Raphael opened his eyes and gazed upon the heavenly beauty of Rosiel.
Beauty and death!
“Give me your arm” Rosiel said. And reluctantly Raphael lifted his left
arm, Rosiel grabbed it and turned it pushing up the sleeve “see, this I am sure
you go through great lengths to hide, little Raphael”
the heavenly physician paled to ghostly white as Rosiel traced his scars
with a long painted fingernail “You are a disgrace” Rosiel looked Raphael
directly into his eyes, “you seduce all these girls in order to kill your pain,
but it’s a pain that will not disappear, the deeper you sink, the more you
loathe yourself” Rosiel blinked innocently “I am sure the celestial council
will love to read about these little accidents of yours”
“They all consented, I never violated anyone” Raphael offered lamely.
Knowing that this was not what Rosiel meant.
Rosiel added more pressure to the scar and drew blood. “I am sure you
think so, but I have more than one that will stand forth and say differ”
Raphael closed his eyes in apparent turmoil; he wanted to pull his wrist
back the hold that Rosiel had burned him, “Now be a good little angel, and fetch
my document, or I shall make sure that these scars shall never heal”
Raphael felt a tingling sensation in his wrists and he opened his eyes,
seeing with horror that his scars on his wrists had opened slightly, oozing
ruby red blood. “Wh-what?” he stuttered, closing his
eyes to mend the scars, but found he failed, Rosiel’s
magic was just more powerful than his.
“I will make it go away, as soon as I hold my journal” Rosiel whispered,
leaning in and licked Raphael’s wrist like a cat, lapping the blood.
Raphael whimpered on the verge of tears, seeing Rosiel lick his lips
catching a droplet of blood, then the prince of heaven jumped from Raphael’s
desk and re arranged his hair and shirt. “If I was you, I would hurry up and
bandage those wounds, but then again, you’re the doctor, I don’t need to tell
you, do I Raphael?”
“No Rosiel-sama” Raphael croaked, staring at the constant flow of blood
from his wrists, it was not much, but enough so that it could not continue for
long.
Rosiel walked to the door and grabbed the handle, “I will expect you
later, and don’t disappoint me” he said coldly before walking out the door,
leaving Raphael alone in his office.
Raphael whimpered again, feeling tears burn in the corners of his eyes,
and a little panicking sob rose from his throat. The corridors under the ancient
part of the celestial hospital, things lived down there, things that only existed
there and in scary stories, things that would rip angels apart for their
pleasure, things that would eat him alive. And now Rosiel made sure they could
smell his blood, sweet and sticky. He got up and went to a drawer and fetched a
bandage, wrapping it tightly around his wrists, praying that it would hold. How
had he known? How had Rosiel known about his scars? They were old, and not even
Michael knew about them, he never told anybody. He had mended his body in sheer
survival instinct as he had grown unconscious, but they never really healed,
suppose it was some sort of punishment for the cowardice of his action.
Tbc.