Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Sigillum Diaboli ❯ Prologue—Sigillum Diaboli (In Communication With the Devil) ( Prologue )
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By: Makoto Sagara 
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Supernatural / Shounen | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.28.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 761 | Visits: 235 | Status: Work In Progress
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Supernatural / Shounen | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.28.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 761 | Visits: 235 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Sigillum DiaboliAuthor: Makoto SagaraSeries: Harry PotterArchive: the usual suspects; anywhere else, please ask firstPairing: Draco/Harry (eventual), Harry/Ginny, James/Lily, mention of past Draco/OthersRating: NC-17 (eventual)Warnings: Slash, het, ooc, angst, language, humour, AU, supernaturalSummary: Draco is one of the original Fallen Angels. He’s been cast down to Earth and Hell for so long that he no longer remembers his original name. One day, a pretty boy with green eyes catches his attention. Draco must hurry up and possess the boy before he’s married to the wench with the red hair.Disclaimers: I don’t own Harry Potter and his friends. They belong to a list of people, including the wonderful JKR, Warner Bros, Scholastic Publishing, Raincoat Books, and others. I’m only borrowing them for entertainment purposes – no money is made.
Author’s Notes: Um, this idea popped up in my head when I was trying to finish Wooing the Reluctant. I tried very hard to avoid writing it until Wooing was done, but it wouldn’t go away, so here we are. This is going to be an experiment of sorts. Despite the summary, there really won’t be any Weasley or Ginny-bashing. This will contain elements that touch on religion, so if you don’t want to deal with it, don’t read this story!!!! Otherwise, enjoy!
Prologue—Sigillum Diaboli (In Communication with the Devil)
Once, I flew amongst the pure and innocent. It was everything that humans think it is and so much more. There are no words in any language to adequately describe what it was like to be surrounded by light and air and beauty all the time. It was powerful and wonderful. It was beyond magical. Your pathetic brain could never handle the blinding brilliance. It would ooze out of your ears and eye sockets if you tried.
However, my failure to ally with one of the two opposing sides of the Great War found me cast down with the losers, along with the fence-riders. The “good” side couldn’t have anyone around them that wouldn’t commit other to being completely righteous or benevolent or whatever crap they’re spouting this week. No, they all had to be the same boring goody-two-shoes up there. Since I’ve never really been into all of that, out I went.
Now, I walk upon the Earth, watching you humans as you breed, consume, destroy, and pollute. When I am not amongst you lesser beings, I am with the others of my kind and their spawn, far from the beauty of the pure and self-righteous. What is my kind, you ask? Well, first of all, that’s an impertinent question, and I usually kill those that annoy me, but I find myself feeling rather generous right now.
I am what you would call a Fallen Angel. No, I’m not some hideously deformed creature. Really, you humans are utterly ridiculous. What you think of as demons are pathetic and laughable. I’ve never met an ugly demon… Well, Sev isn’t ugly, but he’s certainly not my idea of a good time. No, but I’m sure there are those out there that would find his stalking, swooping presence welcome.
That isn’t to say that I have been without companionship from you little humans or those of my kind since the Fall. Why, that would be stupid. When someone as beautiful as I am is in a human’s presence, they nearly piss themselves trying to impress me so that I will bed them. And, on occasion, I have.
And one in particular has caught my eye. I have been watching him for quite some time and find that the humans around him do not deserve to lick his shoes, let alone touch him. So, I plan on taking what I want.
Those goody-goodies upstairs can suck my cock if they have a problem with it. I don’t plan on giving up any time soon.
Harry James Potter, your days with your little redheaded wench are numbered. I do so hope you don’t mind it. And if you do, well, I will change your mind.
TBC
Author’s Notes: Um, this idea popped up in my head when I was trying to finish Wooing the Reluctant. I tried very hard to avoid writing it until Wooing was done, but it wouldn’t go away, so here we are. This is going to be an experiment of sorts. Despite the summary, there really won’t be any Weasley or Ginny-bashing. This will contain elements that touch on religion, so if you don’t want to deal with it, don’t read this story!!!! Otherwise, enjoy!
Prologue—Sigillum Diaboli (In Communication with the Devil)
Once, I flew amongst the pure and innocent. It was everything that humans think it is and so much more. There are no words in any language to adequately describe what it was like to be surrounded by light and air and beauty all the time. It was powerful and wonderful. It was beyond magical. Your pathetic brain could never handle the blinding brilliance. It would ooze out of your ears and eye sockets if you tried.
However, my failure to ally with one of the two opposing sides of the Great War found me cast down with the losers, along with the fence-riders. The “good” side couldn’t have anyone around them that wouldn’t commit other to being completely righteous or benevolent or whatever crap they’re spouting this week. No, they all had to be the same boring goody-two-shoes up there. Since I’ve never really been into all of that, out I went.
Now, I walk upon the Earth, watching you humans as you breed, consume, destroy, and pollute. When I am not amongst you lesser beings, I am with the others of my kind and their spawn, far from the beauty of the pure and self-righteous. What is my kind, you ask? Well, first of all, that’s an impertinent question, and I usually kill those that annoy me, but I find myself feeling rather generous right now.
I am what you would call a Fallen Angel. No, I’m not some hideously deformed creature. Really, you humans are utterly ridiculous. What you think of as demons are pathetic and laughable. I’ve never met an ugly demon… Well, Sev isn’t ugly, but he’s certainly not my idea of a good time. No, but I’m sure there are those out there that would find his stalking, swooping presence welcome.
That isn’t to say that I have been without companionship from you little humans or those of my kind since the Fall. Why, that would be stupid. When someone as beautiful as I am is in a human’s presence, they nearly piss themselves trying to impress me so that I will bed them. And, on occasion, I have.
And one in particular has caught my eye. I have been watching him for quite some time and find that the humans around him do not deserve to lick his shoes, let alone touch him. So, I plan on taking what I want.
Those goody-goodies upstairs can suck my cock if they have a problem with it. I don’t plan on giving up any time soon.
Harry James Potter, your days with your little redheaded wench are numbered. I do so hope you don’t mind it. And if you do, well, I will change your mind.
TBC