Disclaimer Hi don't read this if you are against anything-gay ok? Good or if your underage...like I could stop u.
Shape 5 The flashback part B.
I fell asleep that night with Amal in my arms my wings wrapped around his naked body that was pressed against mine, my limp penis resting in his ass crack. I know I had only just met the boy but I knew I was already falling for him I was reacting out to him. I wanted to help him so much. I decided that night I would take him with me, I would love and hold him and make him mine. I was awoken that morning by screams of pain and anguish. I quickly morphed some clothes on myself and changed back into the man and not the form of the boy I was in the night before. I looked around my room and noticed Amal was gone. I followed the screams of pain through the house to just out side, what I saw there sickened me. There was the beast of an innkeeper a leather whip in one hand, raised for a strike. Amal was chained to a wall naked, he was in so much pain he couldn't stand up, his back was covered in a criss cross pattern of whip marks, very sore and red...some even bleeding.
"HOW DARE YOU TAINT THE PURE ONE WITH YOUR FILTHY SLAVE WAYS" my anger seemed to rise in a flash. Before he had a chance to bring the whip down on Amal I jumped between him and the boy and caught his arm, my wings flared right up to give me a look of supremacy. Through gritted teeth I spoke in a calm tone, my eyes turning a fire red.
"Don't you dare hurt this boy anymore" the innkeeper fell to his knees in fear and cowered before me. I turned around and undid the chains holding Amal up, he collapsed into my arms and I gently picked him up wrapping my soothing wings around his sores.
"But holy one..." the humble innkeeper started.
"I will be taking this boy with me" I said not even looking at him.
"But we need him"
"Trust me, you wont need slaves were you are going...you will be slaves" the innkeepers face turned as white as mine. I took Amal out the front door and onto the transport I had, a cabin carried by some of my followers. There in the comfort I attended his wounds, I gently dabbed them with a moist cloth I had received off one of the followers. He winced in pain and tears streamed down his cheeks. He turned around and clutched me tight hugging me for dear life.
"It's ok little one, your safe now, I wont let anyone hurt you I promise" he didn't say anything just cried even more on my chest than he fell fast asleep. Weeks past and we grew even closer, we would occasionally partake in love making which we both found very enjoyable, in fact I found him to be very horney and he always wanted it, it's like he was never soft...but I liked it hehehehe. I had been hearing more rumours about this evil being that has been travelling around too, they say he was unspeakably evil killing or hurting anyone. They also say he was interested in finding me, I must admit I wanted to find him too, his description sounded very nasty, I wanted to learn everything about him, was he another like me? All to soon we were to meet.
The day's were long and hot, the months dragged on and years past, more rumours surfaced about this 'evil being' and I knew we were drawing close. Amal and me had become lovers (constantly...hehehehe) he had made my days passed and I had seen him grow into a mature teenager ready to take on the world. We treated each other like equals although I knew he still revered me as a god. The number of people that followed me had dwindled in the bad times but flourished in the good times. Amal if not by my side was helping some of our followers, he helped gather food and helped bandaged the hurt ones. They all loved him, and so did I.
Amal had been bathing in the river and I watched on admiring the body of a young man, he saw me watching sometimes and gave me his cute bashful smile, even though I sensed there was something he was hiding, I never had before but today he just seemed different. We had just had sex and as he bent over to wash his legs his swollen puffy boy hole was revealed, I had the strange urge to go over there and stick my tongue deep into it, but I refrained. About an hour passed and we made our way back to the camp my followers had set up, I noticed Amal seemed nervous for some reason, he was looking around and looking back at me.
"What's wrong?" I asked, I was starting to get nervous myself.
"Can't you smell it? And doesn't it seem a bit quiet?" now that he mentioned it, it was quiet, I didn't hear anything not a bird or even the wind, the air had a weird smell to it, I recognised the irony smell...it was blood.
"Amal stay behind me" I ordered as he slowly withdrew the dagger I had given him for protection. We walked up on our camp or what was left of it, massacre was the word to describe it, body's lay all around, it looked like an animal had attacked, they all had claw marks everywhere. The ground was one giant puddle of blood and it had become mud, fly's buzzed all around. I had never seen such horror men; women and children lay dead. I glanced briefly at Amal and tears streaked his emotionless face.
"Help..." I heard someone cough and splutter over in the distance, I cautiously made my way over. I found an old man, his clothes covered in blood and a big gash across his chest.
"Are you ok old man?" I asked kneeling down and resting his head on my lap.
"No I'm not you ignoramus I'm dying...who are you" I felt like dropping the old fool and carrying on.
"I am Makole" the mans face gained a crooked smile, than I felt something dig into my back. My body quickly morphed so I was facing my attacker, my heart literally broke when I saw it was Amal. He stepped back now seeing I was looking at him his knife sticking out of my chest, I pulled it out and tossed it on the floor, my jelly like body quickly covering the hole up. I heard cackles from behind me, and I turned to see the old man morphing into a beast, his skin was red and his body was muscled, instead of normal feet or legs he had ones like goats and they bent backwards. He was 3 times my size, he had no hair but on top of his head was a set of small horns, and out of his buttocks hung a tail with a serrated metal tipped edge. His hands were huge razor type claws that I guess did all the damage to my poor followers. His eyes were black as night and they were looking straight at me; he smiled showing a set of sharp shark like teeth.
"See I told you he could do what you do" Amal said to beast.
"Yes you were right he does have the same ability's as me, very well done my slave...my name is Belelsaf" I stood up and morphed myself bigger so I could meet his gaze. I turned to look down on Amal who was smiling wickedly.
"I loved you and you betrayed me, we are no more" his face lost all emotion and his eyes watered up.
"But he said we shall all rule the world together, me you and him and I will become a god, than I can truly be with you on your level, I did it for us" he was starting to plead it was pathetic. Even though my heart was going out to him, I still loved him but he had betrayed me, I just turned back to Belelsaf who was grinning widely.
"Why did you kill all these people?" I asked, my voice bellowing loud and far.
"Why not? There dogs and fleas we are better than them we can rule over them just me and you"
"Hey what about me?" I heard Amal shout from behind.
"We are obviously as powerful as each other we were meant to be gods" he continued I was getting sick I didn't want to rule them god do you know how much hard work that would be?
"You are evil, pure evil and I would never join you in ruling this world and I will stop you no matter how hard you try." I spread my wings out as far as they would go to make me look more powerful and to give my statement that extra umpth.
"I'm sorry you said that" before I knew what hit me I was on my back. He had made a gash on my chest which was taking longer to heal than usual, my body was wracked in an unpleasant sensation which I later found out was pain...my first experience of true pain. I lay there clutching my chest in agony as he laughed above me.
"I take this to mean we can hurt each other...I wonder if we can kill each other, lets find out shall we?" he raised his claws high in the air and was about to bring them down.
"STOP! You said you wouldn't hurt him," Amal said. Belelsaf looked at him and grinned.
"That was if he was to join us...step aside and me and you shall rule together think of all that power you would hold" Amal just stood there thinking about the prospect of been a god, he looked at me and the pain on my face. Belelsaf raised his claws once again and brought them down, but instead of hitting me he hit Amal, in the last moment he had made up his mind and jumped in front of me and took the blow.
"AMAL!" I screamed as loud as possible "Now it's time to pay" I rose to my feet, my wings spread out as far as possible, but instead of normal feathers they were pure sharp pieces of metal, in my hands I morphed a long sharp crystal sword. My chest still hurt a little but I didn't care "Let's go" He came charging at me, I wrapped my wings tight around me as I blocked his attack, I quickly opened them when he was finished and thrust my sword at him, it caught him in the ribs, he buckled over in pain. I stood for a moment waiting for him to make the next move, strands of my now golden hair fell over my now crystle blue eyes, I held my sword up and my wings spread out ready for the attack. He jumped up spinning around slicing my arm with his tail, I screamed loud as I myself spun, catching him off guard and slicing him badly with my wings, he fell backwards onto the ground, cut's covered his body.
"This isn't the end, I will be back" he changed back to his liquid state and stated and disappeared into the earth before I had the chance to finish him. I stood for a second before I went over to where Amals mangled body was.
"Makole? (Cough) I'm sorry" I picked him up in my arms and cradled him, blood dripped down from the cuts on his body.
"I know, thank you for saving me, I couldn't have won if you hadn't have taken that blow"
"I love you Makole and I'm sorry I was tempted by power"
"I love you too" he smiled but still even that was in pain.
"I'm scared Makole" he started to cry and so had I, I loved him so much.
"Don't be" I leaned over and gently kissed him on the forehead, when I finished I realised he had died, I sat with him cradled in my arms for days, crying. I spent the rest of that week digging a mass grave and I promised myself I would get revenge on that evil thing someday.
And now he was back in my life, stood in my doorway as the boyfriend to Johan, I quickly pulled my hand away, and we just stared at each other, an evil smile appearing on his face.
End of part 5.