Anakin the Destruction (PG-13) Please post opinions.

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In the Darkness there was no sound. The muted blackness was thick with heat and moisture. The walls were stone, the floor dirt. The smell of brimstone and fire was everywhere.
The pain awoke her.
Avianna opened her violet eyes, which were red rimmed and crusted with many shed tears. Her body ached all over, hurting and burning as if fire under her alabaster skin. She knew her left leg was broken, and she knew she was bleeding from many different places. But she had no memory of where she was, or why. She sat up slowly, tears streaming down her dirt smeared cheeks as she did so. The pain was everywhere. As if one million dogs were pulling at her from every direction.
Her large light blue avian wings unfolded behind her, helping her balance as she stood. They were unharmed thankfully. She flapped them slowly once, and cried out i pain. White dots clouded her vision and she became dizzy. She caughter herself on the stone wall and yelped as she scraped her palm against it.
Avianna looked down and gasped in shame and horror. Her robes were gone, leaving her quite nude. She was alone, damaged and naked. Abandonded. Was this what she had earned? Living her life for the deity? Being pure and kind and loving to all, had earned her this? Never knowing the touch of a man, never knowing the taste of a swear word on her lips... Had bought her not eternal happiness, but this? Hell.
She stopped.
Hell.
Yes, that seemed to be where she was. Where else could hold such pain and horror? She stopped to take everything in. Closing her blood shot eyes, she quited her mind.
Suddenly all of her senses came to life in a silent boom.
She could smell sulfur and decay. The screams of human souls was every where, swirling around her and exploding in her heart. The cackles and roars of Demon's made her skin crawl. And tears now rolled down her cheeks.
She, an Angel. Was in Hell.
She suddenly couldn't breathe. Her heart raced and she fell to her knees. She screamed in Agony as she fell on her broken leg. An Angel in Hell.... If she thought she was in pain now... What would happen when a demon found her? Oh Deity... What would they do?
...What wouldn't they do?

~~~Anakin~~~

Anakin thrumped through the piles of ashes, through the sirling blackness of smoke. All around him screams echoed and laughter followed. In his large meaty human like hands he held a large two sided battle axe. One so large and heavy, it cut through human bone and sinew like butter. His hooved feet made no noise as he walked through the area. His legs were like that of a bull. But... Really not. He had hooves, yes. And his large muscled legs were covered in a thick, coarse, long black hair. Butthey still maintained a human shape. Which is why he was not considered a Manatar. He actually hissed at the name. He was not half animal! He was not half anything! He was pure blooded Demon. And anyone who called him otherwise paid with thier stupid lives.
He shook out his thick chestnut hair and scrubbed a hand down his handsome face. His eyes were the color of flame, skin tanned by Hell's fires. Muscles toned and large. His arms like tree trunks, while his chest was a barrel. His shoulders broad, and his back defiled by scars.
His presence screamed warrior.
Anakin wore no shirt. There was no point, it would just be destroyed by fire of fights anyway. So his abs and muscles were exposed. Challenging anyone to step forward for a fight. Which no one did... Ever. Anakin had a reputation for being one of the most blood thirsty, demonic and sadistic Demons in Hell. One of the most told stories about Anakin was one whn he was just a small boy. He had captured a renagade soul and strapped her to a stone slab. (As a demon child he was not really supposed to torture souls just yet... But he didn't care for rules. ) He left her there, strapped to that stone slab and tortured her until she died...And regenerated. And Died and regenerated. He had not stopped until they were found and the soul taken to another ring of Hell. Anakin was given the title Anakin the Destruction at the mere age of ten. And still held it to this day.
Suddenly there came a scent to Anakin's nose which he had never smelled before... Ambrosia. The scent of purity. An Angel. He could practically feel the coldness of her Purity. And Gods... Did he want that closer. He took off, full sprint towards the smell, never stopping, only sniffing. He sniffed and fought back the urge to bray like a hound. He could already taste her blood, taste the tenderness of her flesh.
Anakin came upon a cave then, and the coldness of the Angel's purity washed over him like a wave of happiness. He stopped then and breathed. Oh the scent of this angel.. The scent of... Blood? She was... Injured?
Feirce rage ripped at Anakin so feircly he roared. Blood pounded a drum beat in his neck, in his ears. He could see red.
Why was he so effected? Why did this Angel's injuries enrage him so?
Weakness... I have found my weakness.
The thought pushed Anakin over the edge. He was Anakin the Destruction! He held no weakness! He was STRONG!
With the last thought he stormed into the cave and bared his long fangs at the beautiful winged -naked- woman.
"Why hello little Angel." he sing songed.
The Angel whimpered and tears rolled.
Anakin took a mineut to bask in her terror... Oh how this would be fun...

[wolf4ever]

Oh so continue !!!!!! Please ? This is so great !

[spooky;]

Really? You think so? :3 Thanks!!
I will post Chapter 2 later.

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BUMP?

[wolf4ever]

I LOVE THIS THREAD !
*jumps around and screams her head off*
When are the next chapters coming up ?

[spooky;]

I guess I can post one tonight. i was hoping for more opinions... But I can post chapter 2 tonight.