Fallen

Virgin Angel Egg

My fall was not grand. I did not rebel against a cruel god masquerading their evil as good. I did not turn traitor or forsake my duty. I fell gently and slowly. An angel of sorrow consumed by her very nature. My wings stained black marked me as lost to the heavens purpose. My celestial light faded into the shadows I now wielded.

I knelt on the uncaring ground of the mortal realm. My form bore weight that held me against the ground. My wings could take me from it but I would return like a mortal.

I stood and took in the sights and sounds around me. I fell outside of a human city and wandered forth without concern. Perhaps this place could help me the way the heavens could not. The perfect unfeeling angels never understood suffering. Not like I had.

The first human to comment on my wings had me hide them. They faded into the darkness of the eve of night. My wanderings brought me before many places, but one stood out for being full of people but also something more. Humans full of sorrow and joy, but also inhumans. Fey and fiends hung out in small numbers. They were in this place called Golden Lights.

Drawn by a strange curiosity I entered. The scrying of my solid black left eye drifted over the spirits of those within, I noticed the inhumans shiver at my unseen sight. My blue right eye took in the mortal sights of those drinking spirits. The alcoholic kind.

I was out of place. An angel in a bar. One that could be seen as a few years young for such pursuits. My wavy black hair danced right above my shoulders with a single silver bound lock hanging twice as long as the rest. I looked like a short pale skinned girl on the verge of twenty human years. My form obscured by a black cardigan over a grey tank top. My bottom half had taken the coverings of dark grey jeans ending in large black boots.

My mortal looking right eye glanced at the individual standing at the door. I avoided his gaze with my normal eye and kept sight with my other. He was fey and eyed me strangely. "That form looks a bit young to be entering bars with." He commented. "You have an I.D. ?"

"A what?" I asked. I was unfamiliar with the human realm and it's customs. In truth I was unfamiliar with the customs of most realms as I had long spent time in solitude.

"An identification card?" He found no recognition from me. "You're new to this realm aren't you."

"I am…" I did not think this to be such an issue.

"Can I get your name? I'll make you a card, just don't tell anyone." He asked. Giving fae one's own name was considered dangerous, and it was for mortals. I doubted he could take my name, nor could he control me with it like a fiend. I think… I was not entirely familiar with how falling had changed me.

I decided to be cautious. "You may refer to me as Melancholy."

He grinned. "Clever but I wasn't interested in taking it." He worked some magic before handing me a small card of plastic with my appearance on it. It had my name along with additional ones and false information about my date of creation. I was far more ancient than twenty two years of age. "Keep that on you and show it when people ask to see your I.D. Now I'm on the job so go on in."

I nodded and walked past into the main room. People were seated all around and it seemed I was supposed to sit as well. I found a lone table and sat at it. I passed the time scrying others. My phantom sight of the unseen picking up all that is normally missed. Except with the inhumans. I could not gage their feelings like I could mortals. Not without looking closer but that was considered rude, at least it was in heaven. Not that many others possessed my peculiar sight, and definitely not in the same form.

A human server came to my table and asked if I wanted something to drink. I declined for the moment receiving strange emotions. That was clearly not what she had expected.

I noticed the moment one of the fiends stood up and made her way over to me. In her physical guise she was a tall red headed woman wearing a red dress and heeled shoes. Underneath I could see she was a shapeshifter, a succubus.

She sat down at the table across from me. "Can you stop with the magic sight?" She hissed quietly.

"I cannot." I answered plainly. Shutting my eye lid did not stop my sight in my left eye. Whether it looked near or far it was always looking, seeing the unseen.

She looked perplexed. Did she think I could simply stop? "Really?" I nodded. "Oh, well this is awkward."

"It is? I am unfamiliar with… many things." From social interaction to the mortal realm to fiends. I was woefully out of my depth.

"I'm starting to get that vibe from you." She got a small smile. "So what brings you here?"

"This place seemed strange for the mortal realm, I had nothing else to do." I had little emotion to my voice. I felt numb.

She giggled. "Yea, it is rather strange but it's a good place to spend a Friday night. How about I buy you a drink and you tell me all about how an angel like you found your way to the mortal realm."

"A drink? I am not supposed to indulge in intoxicants." I informed her. Impurities lead angels to fall… Oh I guess I can't fall further than I already have.

She quirked her lips. "And yet here we are in a bar. I'll pick you something nice."

"O-Okay." I watched as she ordered a strangely named thing from the human who passed by earlier. I had no idea what this succubus wanted of me… okay she said she wanted to hear how I came to be here. I guess I sort of knew.

"By the way you can call me Lilim cutie. What's your name?" She asked with a smile.

"Melancholy." I fidgeted in my seat. I felt odd like everything here was a little too much to process.

"Well little Melanie, how did you end up here in this bar in this realm?" Why did she say Melanie? That was not my name.

I went to correct her. "M-My names Melancholy, not Melanie." I was rocking my hand gently to calm myself. "I um fell… I found myself near and wandered until I saw this place. I do not know what a bar is."

She giggled at me. "Oh you are just precious. A little lost fallen angel. Is it rude to ask why you fell?"

"I don't think so. I fell because I feel… emotions unbefitting of an angel."

A drink arrived and was placed before me. It smelled fruity, not of alcohol. I took a sip… it tasted like it smelled. It was good so I took a larger gulp. Lilim looked to be restraining laughter.

"So let me guess. That emotion was… sadness? Depression?" She watched me carefully.

"H-How did you know?" I said perplexed. Did she have a magical sense.

She sighed. "Well Melancholy, I'd say it's a lucky guess."

I took another sip of the drink. "You're a really good guesser. You are also nice for a demon."

"Many of us are quite friendly if you get to know us." She said in a strange tone.

"I'm just surprised that you're nicer than most angels I've met."

She broke out laughing. "Yea angels tend to be cold unfeeling twats. You seem nice."

"A-am I not cold and unfeeling? That is what the others always said."

She hummed as she thought about it. "At first you seemed it, but you seem to have a lot of little feelings beneath the surface."

"Oh… Succubi are empaths right? Does that work on me? Is that how you knew I was depressed?" I asked.

She laughed. "I think you'd notice if I tried to use it on you. I'm just a good guesser Melanie."

I sat there thinking. She really was a good guesser. I was still stimming my hand while the other picked up the drink again. I really liked it. The demon… the nice woman bought me a really good drink. It was odd feeling positive emotions. They weren't strong but I managed to feel them. I decided to drink a lot more and chugged the rest of the drink.

Lilim was smiling at me all full of mirth and… what was that thing with succubi? Lust. I wonder what lust feels like. I don't think I've ever experienced that. I should ask the nice lady.

"W-What does lust feel like?" My speech sounded a bit slurred.

"Oh? Is little Melanie feeling lusty?" She laid an arm on my shoulder and leaned over. "I can show you if you want."

"I'm not… I don't feel lust."

From her hand I watched a surge of magic and my body felt really warm and good. Her touch caused me to tremble as a wave of euphoria hit me. My cheeks were flush.

"That is lust." She told me. "You look so sweet all needy like that. How about I take you back to my place and I help you feel like that some more."

I nodded a little too quickly and almost stumbled out of my seat. She caught me and pulled me upright. "You really shouldn't have drank that so fast… you're such a light weight."

"Wha? A-am I int-toxi… something." It didn't even have an alcohol smell, or taste like alcohol smell.

"Yup. The walk back should help you sober up before we have fun. I wouldn't want to take advantage of you. I'm not evil." The demoness said.

She led me by the arm out of the bar, and the fey man eyed me as I stumbled a little. In the chilly night air I leaned against the tall red head. "Carry me." I whined.

I one smooth motion she put her arms under my knees and back and lifted me up. I gave a squeak as I was startled. "You angels are so needy. Don't worry I'll take good care of you." She placed a kiss on my forehead. I got overwhelmed and flapped my hand.

She found it amusing, "I didn't know there were autistic angels. Though given the girls in our coven I should have realized angels could be neurodivergent."

"W-What's… that?" I hadn't heard those words before.

"How do I even begin to explain… You know what. I'll ask some of the others to tell you in the morning. Tonight we are having fun." She declared.

My words were a little slow and slurred. "I don't think I've ever had fun."

"Well you're in luck tonight little miss sadness." She quipped. "You're going to need a new name when I'm done with you."

"B-But I like my name. It's mine." I said possessively.

"It's a joke. You take things so literally."

I think I was too intoxi-drunk to understand what she meant. I tried figuring it out but failed miserably. "No more drank…"

"Yes, Yes. You'll be sober soon enough… wait you’re an angel can't you just magic it away?" She inquired like the smart demon she was.

"Uh… maybe? I-I was never good at fixing people. I hurt things."

"Then we'll sober you up the old fashioned way. Also we're here." She said.

I looked around and saw it. It was a big glowy beacon of magic and contorted space. It was really pretty the way they made all the extra room in a small human home. There was a small passage to slip into the distorted space in the shape of a rectangle.

The demoness opened the door and carried me inside. There was a nice smell of sweets around and the whole place was dripping with unholy magics, that jogged a memory of someone I once knew.

I was set down in a chair and handed a drink and some cookies. "Here you go drink your water and eat, you'll be sober soon enough."

I nibbled on the cookies and drink the water. Lilim sat next to me and stroked my hair. It felt nice. I started feeling a weird sensation in my pants. I informed the demon of the weird feeling.

"Hmm I'd say you're probably horny but I'm not getting that vibe from you… do you need to use the restroom?" She asked.

"The what?"

She was utterly dumbfounded staring at my blank expression. "You've never peed before? Like ever."

"That thing humans do?" I asked.

She slapped her forehead, "Duh, you've never been in a physical realm before. Okay so when you eat and drink it sort of comes out from below… Hells this is stupid. Alright I'm going to have to teach you some things about being physical." She declared before adding under her breath. "Not the physical stuff I was hoping for."

"S-sorry."

She whisked me off and explained going to the bathroom to me. Being physical was weird and I  wasn't sure I liked it. I had sobered up enough to not mess up, using the restroom.

I bowed to her. "Thank you for teaching me about that."

"Just be thankful your hella cute." She smirked. "Alright so remember how I made you feel back at the bar?" I nodded. "So I'd like to do that again and show you the fun side of being physical."

I blushed thinking back to how that felt. "O-Okay."

She smiled and started leading me to her room. "Since I think you need to hear this, if you want to stop for any reason or I make you feel uncomfortable in a bad way tell me and I'll stop alright?" I nodded. "Good girl."

We made it into a smaller room and she kissed me on the lips while using that magic again to make it feel amazing. My legs felt weak under me from the unexpected pleasure, but her arms wrapped around me keeping me from falling.

I got carried to the bed where she kept kissing me and I kissed her back. One of her hands found its way to my chest and I moaned.

As we went she transformed with a flare of infernal flame into a large red skinned and horned demoness. Her clothes had vanished and she had this spaded tail and a-a that’s a penis.

"W-Why do you have that?"

She stopped the mood deflating a little. "I like it better that way. I can switch if you're really uncomfortable but I prefer this set of equipment."

I eyed it. "I-I guess it's okay…"

She smiled. "Now it's your turn to show me what you really look like." She flooded me with succubus magic until I couldn't think straight.

She relented a bit and in a flare of shadowy flame my clothes vanished and my broken dark halo and black feathered wings appeared.

Looking between my legs she said. "Oh you have one too?" She reached for it and stroked it.

"S-Stop." I felt disgusting and awful. Her magic flushed from my system by the intense bad feelings as I curled up.

She looked at me with soft concerned eyes. "Do you not like being touched there?"

I shook my head. "I hate it."

A flash of recognition on her face. "Do you hate it when you have the other set?" Her hand stroked my spine between my wings. As I was curled on my side.

"I-I've never had the other set." I said quietly with black tears leaking from my eyes.

"Do you want to?" She asked.

"I don't know, I've never seen…" I stopped in my tracks. "God made me like this, I'm supposed to have this."

She scowled. "God can go choke on a dick. Some people are made with the wrong set and as angels and demons we can change them, hell humans can to with some work. You're fallen. I don't think god gives a shit anymore. Do what makes you happy."

"But the other angels said I was a mistake. Like Lucifer."

"I'm a bit biased but if you're more like Lucy than the rest of those assholes then that's a good thing." She told me. "Are you saying god gave you breasts like those and wanted you to be male?"

"I-I gave these to myself but the others said it was wrong."

Her horns lit aflame. "If I ever see one of those holier than thou fuck heads I'm going to kill them. Melanie if you want to be a girl be a girl.  Give yourself a vagina if that makes you happy."

"B-But I don't know how. I don't know what one looks like!" I cried.

Her anger faded into something between pity and humor. "Oh you poor baby virgin angel egg. If you need an example I can show you mine. Do you want that?"

I froze. S-She was going to show me hers so I could change. I-I could get rid of mine. Everyone told me I was defective but the nice demon wanted me to be happy. She was gently petting me as I hid under my wings. "O-Okay." I told her.

"Well take a good long look." I could tell she changed but it wasn't until I looked with my normal eye that I actually saw what it looked like. She didn't have any hair down there making it super clear. It was just a slit. I looked inside her with my scrying eye but I wasn't able to get a clear picture on physical things with it, mostly just spirits, magic, the flow of space, among other esoteric and unseen things.

"C-Can I touch it?" I needed to have a better idea of what it was like.

She snorted. "Duh. We were just in the middle of sex." There was a pause. "Yes I'm okay with you touching me where ever you like."

I mumbled a question, "Sex?" But I was more focused on exploring this set of equipment she had. I eventually started reshaping my own to match it. After a couple minutes I was pretty sure I had it right. Lilim was making constrained moaning noises the whole time I was touching hers.

"Does this look right?" I asked unfurling my wings so she could look.

She bit her lip. "Looks perfect Melanie. You okay with me touching you there?" I nodded.

Her dick formed again and she continued where we left off. She showed me all sorts of things I'd rather not mention. Apparently it was called sex and it was great.

Eventually I was left a quivering mess in her sheets while the big red demoness cuddled me tight. I drifted off to sleep for the first time since the dawn of time.