Crimson sat on a throne-like chair in the middle of a dilapidated Gothic cathedral, wearing nothing but a red brocade robe with tan fur lining.  On his knees before him was a petite young man with hair and skin the color of freshly fallen snow. Artificial angel wings were attached to his back. 

Crimson’s strong hand grasped the back of the angel’s head. He clenched his feather-like hair between his fingers as he pulled the angel against him, shoving his long shaft deep into the cherub’s throat. Lord Crimson sighed and leaned his head back. His long blonde locks draped over the back of the chair as he moaned and thrusted into his servant’s mouth. The delicate man sucked hungrily, feeling his own arousal heighten at the sensation against his mouth and lips. 

Crimson could see his servant’s desire through his sheer white gown. The pink tip poked forward and was visible through the fabric, leaking a tiny bit. Crimson got even harder, and as the white haired boy sucked, Crimson could feel himself get close to the edge. “Oh, Ice,” he moaned the young man’s name, “you’re so good to me.” He rubbed his hair as though petting a dog, as he continued shoving his cock into that warm, wet mouth. Crimson moaned, feeling pleasure rip through him. He was a step away from cumming, when…

“There he is!” Yelled voices from outside the stained glass windows. Red and blue lights came pouring in, not long before the doors were broken down and a horde of officers surrounded the men in that very vulnerable position, all pointing guns at the blonde’s head. At this point, they knew not to take chances with this criminal. The last time they tried to catch him, he killed two of their men, and left a third badly wounded.

Crimson rolled his eyes back and groaned angrily. “Can’t you dimwits see I’m busy? Have you no shame?” His eyes widened when he realized his servant was still sucking him. “Ice!” He scolded his lover with a gentle slap on the cheek. “Stop that now. We have guests.”

Ice turned slowly to the officers. His icy blue eyes glared daggers at them, as if to say “how dare you interrupt my master”.

Half of the guns shifted to the half-naked man with his knees on the floor. They knew he was dangerous.

“You know what to do with uninvited guests,” Crimson instructed his pet.

Horizontal lines flickered across Ice’s eyes like an old television screen playing a VHS tape. He stood up, and in that instant, bullets flew at him. Before anyone could blink, he swatted each of them away with his bare hands. They ricocheted off his hand and flew toward the cathedral wall, at such speed and trajectory as if they were shot from a gun once more, and got lodged deep into the stones. Ice’s fair hand was completely unscathed, with just a little smoke rising from the spot where the last bullet touched to prove that he had in fact been touched by the bullets.

The police officers gaped in horror and backed away.

“Don’t falter!” A young female police officer ordered. She stepped forward. “I’ll handle this,” she said bravely, as she lunged toward him with a heavy baton that had a taser on the end.

He dodged her with ease and struck her at the neck from behind.

Her eyes widened as she heard a crack and felt the force of the blow.

“Maria!” A male officer yelled to her.

“Stay back, Kyousuke!” Her voice came out vicious, not at all the soft, gentle voice he knew and loved. She feared for him greatly. She knew this wouldn’t end well. But she had a plan. And she had to set it in motion. She looked back at her beloved briefly. “I love you,” she said, before she rushed back towards Ice. The others followed suit, weapons in hand. No one could touch him. No one except Maria. She tapped him lightly on the back of his neck, not unlike what he did to her. She managed to tase him for a second. A second was all she needed.

“Get rid of these nuisances, Ice,” Crimson commanded. He sat with his elbow on his knee and his chin resting casually on his elbow. He was dreadfully bored and downright pent up. He needed a good fuck, and these guys were in his way. “Kill them.”

Given a very clear order, Ice knew exactly what to do. The next time Maria ran towards him, he ran her through. Not with a sword or any sort of weapon, but with his bare hand, through her bulletproof vest and all.

Kyousuke looked on, horrified, questioning if he was really seeing what he was seeing. The woman he loves was standing there, impaled in the abdomen by what looked like a human hand. Blood gushed out of her, but she tried desperately to cling to life. 

“MARIA!!!” Kyousuke roared. In a blind rage, he fired carelessly at Ice, his shots ricocheting each time, too angry to even care if someone else got hit. He pulled out his bludgeoning weapon and was about to run forward to bash the guy, when an arm was extended in front of him.

“It’s no use, Kyousuke,” the calm deep voice of a woman beside him said. “We don’t have the capacity to do this right now. We need to retreat.”

“But… Maria,” Kyousuke choked. His eyes got blurry as he looked at what was left of his beloved, now lying on the ground.

“It’s too late,” the woman said with solemn certainty.

“No,” Kyousuke pushed forward past the tall woman and fell to his love’s side. He didn’t even care if he left himself vulnerable to attack. If she really was dead, he didn’t mind dying too. He looked at her. She had a gaping hole in her stomach and had bled out all over the stone floor, yet her face looked oddly serene. “Maria,” he called to her weakly. “Maria…” She wasn’t breathing. Her heart wasn’t beating. Realistically, he knew it was too late, but he didn’t want to believe it. He pressed on her chest and gave her CPR. All that did was push some more blood out. He pressed his lips to hers once more. They were growing cold already. He touched his forehead to hers and sobbed.