Defilement of the Divine Chapter 2 - Aurelia's Ambushed Agony

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Aurelia's wings caught the golden light as she soared above the verdant forest, her keen eyes scanning the wilderness below for any sign of disturbance. The perfect formation of her squad behind her filled her with pride — they were the finest angels under her command, and they represented Heaven's unwavering vigilance. Their silver wings sliced through the warm air with easy grace, their halos casting circles of divine light against the cloudless sky.

"Maintain your altitude, Raziel," she called back to the youngest of her squad, a millennium-old warrior whose eagerness sometimes overcame his discipline. "We're guardians, not tourists."

"Yes, Commander," he replied, adjusting his flight path with a flush of embarrassment that colored his perfect features.

The other three — Sariel, Dumah, and Cahethal — maintained their positions comfortably. Their armor gleamed in the sunlight, divine metal forged from stars that had died long before the creation of mortal realms. Each wore the sigil of the Dawn Patrol etched into their breastplates, a rising sun with a spear through its center.

Heaven's walls rose in the distance, impossibly tall and gleaming white against the azure sky. The sight never failed to stir something profound in Aurelia's chest, filling her with pride, purpose, and devotion. Those walls housed everything sacred in creation, protected the innocent souls that had earned their rest, and sheltered the divine presence of Lumina herself. It was Aurelia's duty, and her privilege, to stand among their defenders.

"Beautiful day for patrol," she called back to her squad, feeling the warm updraft caress her exposed skin where her armor didn't cover. Her emerald eyes continued their methodical scan of the forest below. Had she just…

Something moved.

There was a shadow down in the woods below, a darkness where there should only be light. Aurelia's body tensed, hands tightening around her spear instinctively. "On me! Decend!" she commanded, banking sharply toward a small clearing. "I saw movement." Her squad followed without hesitation, their wings angling in perfect unison as they descended.

The moment Aurelia's feet touched the forest floor, wrongness prickled across her skin. The air tasted of sulfur and corruption, an acrid taint that didn't belong in Heaven's outer realms. "Stay alert," she whispered, her throat suddenly dry as she drew her sword. The celestial metal sang as it left its scabbard, catching the dappled light that filtered through the leaves. "Something's not— "

The attack came with frightening speed. A lesser demon, all twisted limbs and jagged teeth, launched itself from the underbrush directly at her throat. Aurelia's arm flashed forward, her spear stabbing the creature through its throat before it could reach her. Black ichor sprayed across the clearing, sizzling where it touched the sanctified ground.

"Demons!" she screamed as dozens more poured from the shadows. The clearing erupted into chaos.

Sariel's voice rose in a battle hymn as he beheaded two demons with a single sweep of his flaming sword. Dumah's shield expanded, a wall of divine energy that incinerated three more attempting to flank them. Cahethal and Raziel fought back-to-back, their synchronized movements leaving a circle of twitching demonic corpses around them. Aurelia fought with the skill that had earned her command, her spear and sword extensions of her will. Her muscles burned with divine fire as she moved, her wings flaring to maintain balance as she pivoted and struck. Black ichor spattered her pristine armor and wings, each drop a desecration she would need to atone for later.

A demon's claws raked across her thigh, tearing through the light fabric beneath her armored plates and drawing angelic blood. She cried out more in anger than pain, driving her spear through its misshapen skull. "We need to fall back!" Aurelia shouted, her voice hoarse from exertion. "Form up and retreat! Back to the walls!"

They fought their way toward the edge of the forest, wings bloodied but still powerful as they created distance between attacks. Demons shrieked in frustration as their prey gained altitude, some attempting to follow with bat-like wings that could not match angelic speed.

As they broke through the tree line, Aurelia's heart froze in her chest. The grassy plains between the forest and Heaven's walls were black with moving bodies. Not dozens or hundreds of demons, but millions. A seething, writhing mass of Hell's soldiers pouring from the forest like a nightmare tide, all surging toward Heaven's gleaming walls.

"Mother Creator preserve us," whispered Dumah, his face ashen with horror. "Aurelia, what do we do?"

She opened her mouth to respond when the sky darkened above them. Heat washed over her skin a moment before a torrent of flame engulfed Sariel, Cahethal, and Dumah. Their screams were brief and terrible as their bodies and wings were reduced to ash in seconds, halos shattering into divine sparks that dissipated into the corrupted air.

Aurelia stumbled backward, her eyes wide with horror as a massive shape descended from the sky. It was unlike anything she'd ever seen: A demon-dragon of impossible size, its scales black as night and red as fresh blood. The beast landed with earth-shaking force, its talons digging furrows in the ground. Sulfurous breath escaped from between rows of teeth as long as swords.

"Fall back to the walls!" Aurelia screamed towards Raziel, raising her blade, though her arm trembled. "Warn Heaven!"

The young angel hesitated, torn between duty and loyalty. That moment of indecision cost him everything. The demon-dragon's massive jaws snapped forward, catching him at the waist. Aurelia watched in horror as her comrade was bitten in half, his severed torso falling to the ground while his legs remained in the monster's mouth. Blood and entrails spilled from his legs as the creature chewed and swallowed his torso with obvious relish.

Aurelia knew she should flee, should warn Heaven of this monstrous general, but warrior pride kept her there, opalescent spear raised in defiance.

"Come then, demon filth!" she called out, her voice carrying across the battlefield though it trembled with fear and rage. "Taste the light of Lumina!"

The dragon-demon's burning eyes fixed on her, and its maw split in what might have been a smile, revealing rows of teeth stained with the blood and golden ichor of her squadmate. Aurelia felt a tremor run through her arms as she gripped her spear tighter, the weight of her imminent death settling on her shoulders like a shroud. Still, she would not flee. She would face this monster as a warrior of Heaven, even if it was the last thing she ever did.

With speed belying its massive size, the creature dove toward her. Aurelia twisted aside, her rose-gold wings flaring to propel her from its path. Her spear flashed out as she spun, the divine metal scoring a glancing blow against the beast's scales. The weapon's holy energy sparked and sizzled where it made contact, but the scales merely darkened momentarily before returning to their bloody sheen.

"Pathetic," the demon-dragon rumbled, its voice like stones grinding together. "Your spear can't pierce Carnifax's hide."

She spun and struck again, this time aiming for the softer tissue at the wing joint where scales gave way to membrane. Her aim was true, the opalescent spear sinking several inches into flesh. A spray of black ichor erupted from the wound, sizzling where it touched her skin.

Carnifax roared, more in rage than pain, and lashed out with his massive tail. Aurelia tried to evade, but the blow caught her across her midsection, sending her tumbling through the air. Pain exploded through her body as ribs cracked beneath her armor. She struggled to regain control of her flight, wings beating frantically as she tried to distance herself from the monster.

"Little angel thinks she can stop Carnifax," the demon-dragon growled, circling her with powerful beats of his wings. "Little angel will learn her place."

Aurelia's breathing came in painful gasps, each inhalation sending daggers of pain through her broken ribs. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, its metallic sweetness coating her tongue. Her arms trembled from the effort of holding her spear at the ready, but she refused to show weakness.

"Heaven will never fall to filth like you," she shouted, her voice carrying across the battlefield though it lacked the strength she wanted. "Lumina's light will burn you all to ash!"

Carnifax attacked again, jaws snapping at her wings. Aurelia dove and rolled, slashing upward with her spear. The weapon glanced off scales once more, barely leaving a scratch. She was tiring rapidly, the pain in her ribs making each breath agony, while the monster seemed inexhaustible.

In a desperate gambit, Aurelia flew directly at the demon-dragon's face, aiming her spear for one burning eye. If she could blind him, perhaps it would give her enough advantage to escape, to warn Heaven's defenders of what was coming. She poured all her remaining strength into the thrust, divine light blazing along the weapon's length.

Carnifax twisted his head at the last moment, catching the spear in his jaws. With a sickening crunch, he bit down, shattering the divine weapon into glittering fragments. The opalescent pieces rained down onto the battlefield below, each shard containing a fraction of the power it once held.

Aurelia gasped. Without her spear, she was nearly defenseless against such a foe. Her sword remained at her hip, but the shorter weapon would require her to get dangerously close to those terrible jaws. She drew it anyway, the celestial metal singing as it left its scabbard.

"Your toys break too easily," Carnifax taunted, his massive wings creating downdrafts that buffeted her smaller form. "Perhaps you'll break just as quick."

His massive, taloned claw shot out with impossible speed, closing around Aurelia's body before she could evade. The pressure was immense, forcing the air from her lungs as her armor creaked and bent. Her wings beat frantically against the unyielding grip, feathers bruising against scales hard as stone.

Pain lanced through her chest as his grip tightened, compressing her already broken ribs. Her blood spilled from her lips as damaged organs protested the crushing force. Her sword fell from numbing fingers, clattering uselessly against Carnifax's scales before falling to the battlefield below.

Through the haze of pain, Aurelia could see Heaven's walls in the distance. Already, angels were gathering there, their golden forms bright against the white stone. They had seen. They knew what was coming. Perhaps her death would not be in vain if it gave them time to prepare.

"Kill me and be done with it, monster," she managed to say through gritted teeth, determined to show courage even in defeat. She spat a mouthful of blood at his face, the divine ichor sizzling against his scales.

The dragon-demon's mouth pulled back in what could only be described as a smile, revealing rows of blood-stained teeth. When he spoke, his voice was deep and grating, like stone being crushed.

"Oh, not yet, little angel," he rumbled, pressing his claw harder against her chest until she felt her ribs begin to crack further. "Not yet."

His burning eyes bored into hers, filled with cruel promise. Aurelia realized with sickening clarity that death might be the least of her worries. She renewed her struggles, wings beating frantically against his grip, but it was like fighting the mountain itself.

Carnifax began descending to the ground, his massive wings creating dust clouds as they displaced the air. The demonic army below cheered at the sight of their general holding a captured angel. Their howls sent shivers of dread through Aurelia's body.

As her feet touched the ground, pinned beneath Carnifax's massive claw, Aurelia's thoughts turned to Lumina. She had failed in her duty to protect Heaven's borders, but perhaps her Creator would still grant her the mercy of a swift death.

One quick look at Carnifax's burning eyes told her no such mercy was going to be forthcoming.

Aurelia felt the crushing weight of the demon-dragon's talon pressing her into the unyielding ground, her armor creaking under the immense pressure. Pain lanced through her body as she struggled against his grip, her rose-gold wings beating frantically against the unyielding force. The stench of brimstone and corruption filled her nostrils, making her gag as Carnifax's sulfurous breath washed over her face.

"I hope your sisters on the walls watch closely," Carnifax growled, his voice like stones grinding together. "This is what awaits all of Heaven's defenders."

Aurelia's eyes darted to Heaven's distant walls where she could see the silhouettes of her fellow angels gathering, their golden halos visible even at this distance. Her heart sank knowing they would witness her defeat, yet pride kept her chin raised in defiance.

"They'll destroy you," she hissed through clenched teeth, blood bubbling at the corner of her mouth. "Seraphina herself will come for you."

Carnifax laughed, the sound reverberating through her bones. "I'm counting on it."

With a savage motion, he ripped at her armor, the blessed gold-infused metal tearing away from her body with a sound like screaming bells. The divine protection that had served her for millennia yielded beneath his corrupted strength, shredding as though it were parchment rather than celestial-forged metal. Pain bloomed across Aurelia's skin as the jagged edges caught and cut her. She bit back a cry, refusing to give the monster the satisfaction of hearing her pain.

The shoulder guards went first, exposing the delicate joint where wing met flesh. Aurelia flinched as cold air hit her skin, a vulnerability she had not felt since receiving her armor at her commissioning ceremony. Carnifax's talons methodically shredded each piece with deliberate cruelty, telling Aurelia that he understood the significance of what he was destroying.

The breastplate went next, the metal screeching in protest before giving way with a sickening crack. Cool air rushed against Aurelia's exposed skin, revealing her athletically sculpted torso to the ravenous horde. Her breasts, full, round and impossibly perfect, bounced free with hypnotic weight, their pale flesh glowing with an inner light that only heightened their obscene exposure. Each nipple, soft pink and delicate like rosebuds, hardened traitorously in the cold air, pointing outward as if begging for violation.

She tried to cover herself, an instinctive reaction that Carnifax prevented by pinning her arms with another talon. The movement only made her tits jiggle enticingly, drawing even more attention to the flawless curve of her chest, the tight muscles of her abdomen flexing beneath skin as smooth as polished marble.

Jeers and howls rose from the demonic army surrounding them, the cacophony of their voices like daggers in Aurelia's ears. "Show us more of the holy slut!" they cried. She could feel their hungry eyes upon her exposed flesh burning into her tits, mentally squeezing them, imagining how they'd feel in clawed hands. She was probably the first angel many of them had seen, and certainly the first they had seen in such a state of vulnerability. The shame burned through her like molten metal, her cheeks flushing crimson with her humiliation. Each leering gaze felt like a physical violation, stripping away layers of her celestial dignity with every second her naked breasts remained exposed to their unholy scrutiny.

Blood welled from a dozen cuts where his claws had caught her flesh, and divine ichor ran in rivulets down her torso where her wings had been punctured, leaving golden stains. Each drop that touched the ground sizzled, the earth itself rejecting the corruption of the monster. Aurelia closed her eyes, trying to find strength in prayer, but the words wouldn't come. How could Lumina allow this desecration? Where was the divine intervention that should have struck this monster down?

"Such pretty things," Carnifax growled, squeezing one breast between two massive fingers. The pain was sharp and immediate, radiating through her chest as his claws dimpled her perfect flesh. She could feel the rough scales of his pads against her sensitive skin, abrasive and burning hot. "Angels always think their bodies are so sacred. But they bruise and bleed just like any mortal slut."

Aurelia's face burned with shame and rage. In all her millennia of existence, no being had ever touched her in such a way. Her body was a divine vessel, created by Lumina's own hand to be perfect and pure. Now it was being defiled by this abomination, this creature born of humanity's darkest impulses.

Her gaze returned to Heaven's walls. She could see them more clearly now: Her fellow angels, their golden forms bright against the white stone. Some had turned away, unable to bear witness to her humiliation. Others watched in horror, their faces masks of shock and despair. They were already organizing, preparing for the desperate battle to come. Aurelia couldn’t see a way they could save her, but perhaps they could save Heaven itself.

"I've collected a few angel halos so far," Carnifax continued, leaning closer until his fetid breath made her eyes water, "but you'll be my first warrior. I'm looking forward to it."

The implication sent ice through Aurelia's veins. She had seen the ornaments adorning the demon-dragon's body, gleaming circles of light that could only be the halos of fallen angels. He hadn’t just killed them, but he’d taken them as trophies. Her gaze darted to her own halo, still glowing above her head. Would hers join their number? Would she become nothing more than a trophy to this monster?

"Lumina will destroy you," she whispered, her voice breaking despite her efforts to remain strong. "You can take my body, my halo, but Heaven will never fall."

"Keep that defiance," Carnifax rumbled, his claw tightening around her exposed breast until she gasped in pain. "It makes the breaking so much sweeter."

His talons continued their methodical destruction of her divine armor, each piece torn away with deliberate slowness. The metal that had been forged in Heaven's blessed forges, blessed by Lumina herself, was reduced to twisted scrap at her feet. With each piece removed, Aurelia felt more of her identity stripped away. She was no longer a commander, no longer a warrior of Heaven. She was just an angel at the mercy of a demon who had none.

And all of Heaven was watching.

Aurelia struggled violently, her centuries of training taking over as she attempted to break his grip. She twisted her body, seeking any weakness in his hold, her divine muscles straining with desperate strength. Her wings beat frantically against the demon's armored hide, their efforts as futile as her prayers.

"Lumina will strike you down," she spat, emerald eyes blazing with defiance. The taste of her own blood filled her mouth, metallic and sweet. "Your filth will never breach Heaven's gates!"

The dragon-demon laughed, the sound like distant thunder, vibrating through Aurelia's bones and making her teeth ache. With a single violent motion, he ripped away her lower armor, reducing the sacred metal that had protected her for millennia to twisted scrap at her feet. The greaves, cuisses, and faulds that had guarded her lower body were torn away, leaving her completely exposed before the watching armies.

Cold dread pooled in Aurelia's stomach as she felt the eyes of countless demons upon her naked form. The humiliation burned hotter than any physical pain, scorching through her as Carnifax displayed her like a trophy. "Your Goddess watches as I take you," Carnifax taunted, shifting his grip to spread Aurelia's legs wide. Horror filled her as she felt something massive emerging between his scaled legs.

His cock pushed out from a scaled sheath, the obscene organ pulsing with unholy energy, and Aurelia could do nothing but stare in horror… the thing was thicker than her thigh and ridged with barbs that leaked a viscous black fluid, each drop sizzling where it hit the ground. It was foul beyond reckoning, and none of that was even the worst part. Aurelia's eyes widened in terror as she saw what adorned the monstrous shaft: Multiple angel halos had been forced onto his cock like grotesque jewelry, each one a trophy from a defeated angel. The holy circles of light looked especially profane against his black and bloody scales. One halo near the base glowed with particular brightness and — by the Goddess, was the Zephya’s halo? Each divine ring had been corrupted, their pure light now tinged with reddish hues that pulsed in time with the demon's heartbeat.

"No! " Aurelia protested, but her words were cut short as Carnifax positioned her above his monstrous length. It's far too big, lethally big, she thought with rising panic. She wasn't made for this. No angel was. Their bodies, while physical, were designed for a divine purpose, not for this kind of violation. The sight of that massive, barbed cock made her insides clench with terror. It would tear her apart.

With her back to his chest, he spread her legs wide with his claws, ensuring every angel on Heaven's walls could see exactly what was happening. The position exposed her most intimate parts to both the watching demons below and her sisters above. Shame burned through her, almost overshadowing the fear of what was to come.

Her perfect form, created by Lumina's own hand, was about to be defiled in the most profound way possible. Aurelia tried to call upon her warrior's discipline, to prepare herself for the pain, but nothing in her millennia of existence had prepared her for this moment. She had faced demons in battle countless times, had been wounded, had known pain… but she had felt nothing like the violation that awaited her.

"Watch, Heaven!" he roared, his voice carrying across the battlefield with supernatural force.

She felt the massive head of his cock press against her entrance, burning hot and slick with corrupt fluids. Its width alone was impossible: The girth would tear her divine flesh before it could even penetrate. The barbs along its length promised further agony with every movement. And the halos, each one representing a defeated angel, would scrape against her most sensitive flesh, a final humiliation as she was violated.

"Lumina," she prayed, one last desperate plea as tears finally escaped her eyes, streaming down her perfect face in golden rivulets. "Mother, please!” She waited for Lumina’s wrath to descend from the sky…

But the heavens above remained calm, the golden light continuing to shine down upon the scene with terrible indifference. No divine intervention came. No lightning struck the demon-dragon. No army of archangels descended to her rescue.

As the pressure increased against her entrance, Aurelia realized with terrible clarity that she was alone. Whatever divine plan existed, maybe it required her suffering. Or perhaps, most terrifying of all, Lumina could do nothing to stop what was happening.

The demon army's roars grew louder, a deafening chant calling for their general to violate the angel. Their bloodlust filled the air, a palpable force that seemed to push against Aurelia's skin. They wanted to see an angel broken, to witness the desecration of something pure and sacred. It would feed their corrupted souls, strengthen them for the assault on Heaven's walls.

Carnifax's grip tightened, his claws digging into her thighs until blood ran in rivulets down her legs. He positioned her squarely above his massive cock, the head pressing insistently against her entrance.

"Scream for me, angel," he growled, his hot breath washing over her neck. "Let your sisters hear-”

With a single savage thrust, Carnifax impaled her, his impossibly large cock forcing her open in a rush. The impossible girth tore through her, splitting her open from entrance to womb. The head alone stretched her entrance into a screaming oval before splitting her pubic bones with twin cracks. Blood gushed down her thighs as her immortal body struggled to accommodate the invasion that was never meant to fit inside her. It took less than two heartbeats to enter her the whole way, and still Aurelia felt every single atom of his cock as it ripped and shredded its way through her, her immortal form profaned and destroyed from within. The barbs along his shaft caught and ripped at her sensitive inner walls with each movement. Her blood flowed freely from her torn pussy, mixing with the black corruption leaking from the demon's cock in a profane alchemy that sizzled where it touched the ground. “…what awaits them!” Carnifax finished.

Aurelia's scream echoed across the battlefield, a sound of pure agony that tore from her throat and shattered the air around them.

"Too... tight..." Carnifax grunted, forcing himself deeper despite the resistance of her flesh. His claws dug into her thighs, drawing more angelic blood as he held her in place. "Divine cunt... Still thinks... It's too good for me."

Each thrust drove the air from Aurelia's lungs. The pain was blinding, radiating outward from her core to consume her entire being. Her mind struggled to process the agony, her divine consciousness fragmenting under the assault. No training had prepared her for this — no battle, no wound, no pain she had ever experienced compared to the violation of what no being, and especially no demon, should have ever seen. Her blood-stained wings beat frantically against the demon's grip, and primary feathers snapped off in Carnifax's grip. Each quill torn out by the root left jagged holes bleeding liquid gold that pooled in his palm before he licked it off with a split serpent tongue. The beautiful pinions that had carried her through Heaven's skies now served as a cruel reminder of everything she was losing: her divinity, her purity, her connection to the Goddess herself.

The agony transcended physical violation, becoming spiritual desecration as corrupt essence infiltrated her divine form.

Black veins spiderwebbed beneath her marble skin where his cock pulsed inside her and each ridge barb injected hellfire acid that dissolved her divine musculature into weeping ulcers. Aurelia tried to focus on the Goddess, to pray for strength or deliverance, but each brutal thrust scattered her thoughts like leaves in a storm. Her consciousness fragmented under the assault, divine mind unable to process the profane violation of her sacred body.

Carnifax continued his brutal assault, each thrust more violent than the last. The corrupted halos adorning his shaft scraped against her torn entrance, their once-holy energy now just another tool of desecration. Their edges cut into her sensitive flesh, adding new layers of pain to her already overwhelming agony. The black fluid from his barbs left smoking wounds that her immortal body, normally able to recover from any battlefield injury, couldn't heal fast enough as corruption overwhelmed her regenerative abilities.

Aurelia's body convulsed with each thrust, her muscles spasming uncontrollably as her divine form struggled to cope with the unholy invasion. The sensation of his massive cock pressing against organs never meant to accommodate such an intrusion sent waves of nausea through her, bile rising in her throat.

Her hands clawed uselessly at his scaled hide, nails breaking against the impenetrable armor. In her darkest moments on the battlefield, she had imagined her death as something glorious and purposeful, defending Heaven with her last breath. Never this. Never to be used as a public spectacle, a warning to her sisters of what awaited them.

"Does the goddess watch you now, angel?" Carnifax taunted, his voice rising to ensure it carried to Heaven's walls. "Does she see her proud warrior taking demon cock? Does she taste your pain?"

The blasphemy stung almost as much as the physical violation. Through the haze of agony, Aurelia felt a flicker of doubt. Why hadn't Lumina intervened? Why had she been abandoned to this fate? The questions themselves felt like betrayal, adding spiritual anguish to her physical torment.

His thrusts grew more violent, his massive cock pushing deeper until it pressed against her diaphragm, making it difficult to breathe. Each movement shifted her internal organs, the pressure threatening to rupture them despite her immortal resilience. Aurelia could feel something tearing inside her, a fundamental damage that went beyond flesh.

The demon army's cheers grew louder with each thrust, their collective bloodlust feeding on her suffering. They reached out with grasping claws as if they could touch her pain, absorb it, make it part of themselves. Aurelia could feel their hunger like a physical force pressing against her skin.

"Remember this moment," Carnifax called to the watching angels on Heaven's walls, his voice carrying supernaturally across the distance.

“Please..." Aurelia gasped, blood bubbling from her lips as internal damage mounted. The massive cock had ruptured organs never meant to endure such brutality. Blood leaked from her mouth, nose, and ears as even her angelic strength and vitality began to fail. Carnifax drove his shaft deeper until the head of his vast shaft pressed against her diaphragm, making it impossible to breathe. Each thrust pushed the air from her lungs, leaving her gasping and lightheaded. Stars danced at the edges of her vision as oxygen deprivation compounded her suffering.

Aurelia could feel herself diminishing, her immortal light growing dimmer as her divine energy drained into the corrupted ground beneath them. It was like dying, but slower and more profound. It wasn’t just the death of her physical form but the extinction of her divine essence. Parts of her that should have been eternal were fading, dissolving under the corrupting influence of Carnifax's violation.

"Pathetic," Carnifax snarled, his voice thick with disappointment. "You're breaking too easily."

His claws tightened around her body, squeezing her and tightening her around his cock like he was masturbating with her body. The pressure made her head pound, blood rushing in her ears as consciousness began to slip away. Still, he did not stop his relentless violation, his hips driving upward with relentless cruelty.

The halos adorning his shaft scraped against her torn flesh with each thrust, their once-sacred metal now just another instrument of torture. She could feel them inside her, their corrupt energy burning against her divine essence. The thought that her own halo would soon join them sent a fresh wave of despair through her failing body.

Aurelia's struggles weakened as she faded. Her once-powerful limbs now moved feebly, lacking the strength to resist his hold. Her wings, pride of her angelic form, hung limp and broken, the rose-gold feathers dulled with blood and filth. No longer would they carry her through Heaven's skies. No longer would they bear the divine light of Lumina's blessing.

Through the agony, she fixed her gaze on Heaven's gates, watching as distant figures organized defenses. She could see the flash of golden armor as more warriors assembled on the walls, preparing for the coming assault. At least her death would buy them time. At least her suffering would serve as a warning, allowing Heaven's defenders to prepare for what was coming.

The thought gave her a moment's peace amid the torment. Perhaps her death had a purpose after all. Perhaps this was why Lumina had not intervened: her sacrifice was necessary. It would save countless others. The idea was a slender thread of comfort to cling to as her body failed around her, but it was better than nothing at all. "They're... coming..." she whispered, a final act of defiance as her vision darkened around the edges. Blood filled her mouth with each word, but she forced them out regardless. "You'll... never win..."

Her voice was barely audible now, a broken whisper that carried no further than Carnifax's ears. Yet speaking the words gave her strength, allowing her to reclaim some small part of herself in her final moments. She was Aurelia, Commander of the Dawn Patrol, Defender of Heaven. Even broken and violated, that remained true.

Carnifax roared in frustration as he felt her life force ebbing away. "Weak angel cunt!" he bellowed, the sound shaking the very air around them. "Can't even take a proper fucking before dying!"

With a final, brutal thrust, he drove himself to the hilt inside her. Aurelia felt something tear deep within as darkness encroached. After that the pain, which had been her entire universe for what felt like forever, began to recede, replaced by a numbing cold that spread from her core to her extremities. Her limbs grew heavy, unresponsive. Her wings drooped further, the once-vibrant feathers now dull and lifeless. The blood flowing from her various wounds slowed to a trickle as her divine heart struggled with its final beats.

Aurelia's thoughts scattered like motes of light, fragments of memory flashing before her fading consciousness. Her first flight through Heaven's skies. The pride she'd felt when given command of the Dawn Patrol. The countless mornings spent watching the sun rise over divine realms. Simple joys that had given meaning to her existence, now slipping away like water between cupped hands.

Her body went limp, wings drooping as death claimed her. Her halo flickered once, twice, then stabilized above her lifeless head, the last remnant of her divine essence, still pure despite the corruption of her flesh. In her final moment, Aurelia found something like peace. She had fallen, but Heaven still stood. Her sisters would fight on. And perhaps, somewhere beyond this broken form, Lumina waited to welcome her home.

The light in her brilliant green eyes dimmed and extinguished, leaving them glassy and vacant. The proud commander of Heaven's Dawn Patrol was gone, her divine spirit freed from its violated vessel. Only the corpse remained, still impaled on the demon-dragon's massive cock, a trophy of Hell's first victory against Heaven's defenders.

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Enraged by the premature end to his sport, Carnifax continued to use Aurelia's corpse, her lifeless body flopping obscenely as he masturbated with her remains. Scarlet blood, golden ichor, and black corruption mingled where they joined, the unholy mixture sizzling against the ground of Heaven’s outskirt. The watching angels on Heaven's walls wept or turned away, but Carnifax made sure they could all see their future.

"Weak bitch couldn't even last," he growled, thrusting harder into the cooling vessel that had once housed a divine spirit. Her body offered no resistance now, the tight passage torn and ruined beyond recognition. Her head lolled limply with each movement, blood still trickling from her mouth and ears, eyes staring sightlessly at the heavens that had abandoned her.

His demonic army cheered and howled, banging weapons against shields as their general defiled the fallen commander. Lesser demons pressed closer, drawn by the scent of divine blood and corruption. They reached out with grasping claws, some bold enough to touch Aurelia's broken wings, pulling out feathers as souvenirs. Each feather darkened and withered a little, its luster fading once separated from its source and the divine energy the wings had contained dissipated into nothing.

"Watch your precious sister now!" he roared, his massive cock still buried in her ruined body. His words carried across the battlefield to the angels gathered on Heaven's walls, forcing them to witness the final desecration of their fallen sister.

With a bellow that shook the very foundations of Heaven's outer walls, his dragonic knot swelling up behind her ruined labia as his testicles pumped the corpse’s belly full of boiling black cum that dissolved her ovaries into sludge before it geysering from her mouth nostrils in steaming ropes. More of it dripped from her cunt and even out of her unplugged ass, spilling from her in a black flood that sizzled where they touched the consecrated ground. The demonic army roared their approval, the sound a cacophony of hatred and triumph that echoed across the battlefield like thunder.

Where his corruption touched, Aurelia's divine flesh blackened and smoked, the pure vessel rejecting the profane essence even in death. Her skin, once luminous with inner light, now grew dull and ashen, the corruption spreading through her like poison through water. What remained of her divine essence was extinguished beneath the tide of unholy seed.

Disgusted by her weakness, Carnifax lifted Aurelia's desecrated corpse before the watching angels. Her once-beautiful face was frozen in agony, cum still seeping from her ruined, bloody pussy. Her wings hung in tatters, the brilliant feathers stained black with corruption, many missing where demons had claimed them as trophies.

"Is this the best Heaven can offer?" he roared, his voice carrying to the distant walls. "Your mighty commander couldn't even survive a little dick! What hope do the rest of you have?"

The angels on the walls made no response that could be heard, but Carnifax saw some fall to their knees in despair. Others raised weapons in defiant gestures that only amused him. Their fear was palpable, a delicious energy that fed his corrupted soul. He had broken more than just an angel today: He had broken Heaven's confidence, shattered their sense of divine protection.

"Weakling cunt," he growled, and opened his massive jaws. Hell-fire built in his throat, glowing between his teeth, and with a roar, he unleashed a torrent of flame that engulfed her remains.

The angels on Heaven's walls cried out in anguish as Aurelia's body burned, reduced to ash and bone in seconds. The flames were not the cleansing fire of divine judgment but the corrupting heat of Hell itself, designed not to purify but to profane. Her flesh melted away, blood boiling into steam that rose in sulfurous clouds. The stench of burning divinity filled the air, a sacrilege that made lesser demons swoon with pleasure.

When the flames subsided, only a blackened skeleton remained... and her golden halo, still glowing with divine light despite the corruption around it. The circle of divine energy hovered above the charred remains, a stubborn testament to Lumina's creation that refused to be extinguished completely. It pulsed with weakening light, a last stand against the darkness that had consumed its owner.

With a satisfied growl, Carnifax claimed the halo, adding it to the collection on his cock as a final desecration of her memory. The sacred ring of light resisted briefly, its divine energy fighting against the corruption, but ultimately, it yielded. The golden light dimmed, taking on the reddish hue of corruption as it joined the other captured halos adorning his monstrous shaft.

The symbolism was not lost on the watching angels. Their halos, their very connection to Lumina's divine light, was going to become nothing more than trophies for this demon to display on the organ he would use to violate them. Their divinity itself would be made profane, forced to participate in their own defilement.

Tossing aside Aurelia's charred remains, Carnifax turned toward Heaven's gates, his army surging behind him. A million demons howled in anticipation, their corrupted forms a seething mass of claws, fangs, and malicious intent. They had tasted first blood, and hungered for more.

"Attack!" he commanded, his voice carrying to every corner of the battlefield. "Tear down their walls! Claim their halos! Rape their bleeding cunts until they break!"

The army surged forward, a tide of darkness flowing toward Heaven's gleaming walls. Carnifax spread his massive wings, preparing to lead the assault from above. As he rose into the air, his gaze fell on the golden-armored figures lining Heaven's battlements. So many angels, so many halos, so many cunts to break.

The war for Heaven had truly begun... and Carnifax hoped he would find an angel strong enough to take his cock properly, one whose defiance would last longer, whose breaking would be more satisfying. Perhaps even the legendary Seraphina herself would fall beneath him before this war was done.

With that thought firing his corrupted blood, he led the charge toward Heaven's gates, Aurelia's halo gleaming dully among the obscene collection on his cock.

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