CW: female whumpee, female caretaker, painful wound cleaning, non-sexual nudity, burns, major injury (more details in tags to avoid spoilers)
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"It's over," the demon crooned, her voice a mockery of comfort.
She took her belt out of the angel's mouth, displeasure evident as she eyed the deep gouges their teeth left in the leather. "Your wounds are cleaned. I'm going to dry you off now."
It seemed that the angel didn't get a say in the matter. They were so weak that this demon could do just about anything to them, and they wouldn't be able to stop it.
But instead of any number of unpleasant things she could have done, what the demon did was just what she said. She patted the angel's skin with a soft towel, her touch more gentle than they thought demons capable of.
It was still agony. The angel was used to a form that didn't experience such sensations. Being forced into an approximation of the human form, with its exquisitely sensitive sensations of touch and pressure and pain, was a new experience for them.
It wasn't kindness. What use was a punishment, if the condemned couldn't fully appreciate it? The newness of the sensations made their entire body feel like a raw, flayed nerve.
The angel shuddered as the demon ran her claws through their hair and pushed it in front of their shoulder. The wicked sharpness of the claws made even a gentle touch feel like a threat.
They tried to remain silent as the demon began drying their back. Without the gag, they didn't quite manage to stifle their pitiful mewling noises.
"Sh," the demon admonished. Her voice didn't raise. It didn't need to, to get her threat across. Not when the slightest touch from her already sent shockwaves of pain through the angel's body. "I'm nearly done."
They did their best to keep quiet as the demon continued her work. She finished drying their back and came around to their front. She dried their arms, holding them so the angel couldn't flinch away as she dabbed at the pink-tinged water beaded on their skin. Then, she moved to dry their legs.
Seeing a demon kneel in front of them was an unexpected sight. How confident she was in her power over them, to put herself in such a vulnerable position! Her every move said I see you as no threat at all.
She patted their legs with the towel, soaking up all the moisture without chafing the fabric against their skin. She moved from their feet upwards, stopping before she reached the apex of their thighs.
She stood and dropped the damp towel in the angel's lap. "You can get the rest. I need to get a chair so I can start seeing what all needs treatment."
They grabbed the towel clumsily with stiff fingers and worked to finish what the demon had started. She hadn't touched the front of their torso, leaving the area from collarbone to groin for the angel to tend.
They pressed the towel against their skin and gasped in pain. Though the injuries here were less severe than those on their back— scraped skin from where she'd dragged herself along the pavement, rather than burns from her Fall— they still hurt. The soft skin of her chest and abdomen was somehow even more sensitive than the livewire feeling of her back and limbs. On top of that, her hands were more clumsy than the demon's, injured and unused to such tasks.
The angel set her jaw and kept going despite the tears it brought to her eyes. If she ever wanted to leave? To escape, when the demon finally showed her true intentions behind this front of kindness? They would need to be able to care for themself.
They clumsily patted at the unfamiliar curves of this form with the towel, ignoring the pain as best they could. The towel wiped away blood and water both; on the black cloth, the two were indistinguishable.
They finished the job to the best of their abilities just as the demon returned.
"I got some supplies, along with the chair," she said, holding up a hand. Dangling from it were several pendants that pulsed with magical power. "Healing charms. They won't fix you, not with as much damage as you've got, but they'll make the process easier."
The angel nodded, unsure of how else to respond.
The demon set down the chair and draped a fresh towel over it. "Out you come, dove. Let's see what the damage is."
She carried the angel out of the shower with the same unexpected care she'd used to carry them to her home. She arranged them on the chair so that they were sitting backwards, straddling the seat. Their chest rested on the towel-covered back of the chair, and their back was exposed to the room.
The demon sighed heavily. "Well, it's all clean now, at least. That's about the only good thing I can say about it. You've got partial-thickness burns across your upper back, and superficial burns extending onto your arms and lower back. Do they go…. yup, all the way down to your hands."
The angel fought down the urge to hide from the demon's assessing gaze. This was help, for whatever unknown reason it was being offered, and she couldn't jeopardize that.
The demon clicked her tongue. "The superficial ones aren't a long-term concern; they just hurt like— well. I suppose it would be insensitive to say that they hurt like hell."
She laughed. The angel didn't.
"Hmph. Anyway," the demon continued. "It's the partial-thickness burns that will need care. You've got blisters that need debridement. The charms will keep any infection at bay, but this is going to need cleaning and care for… a while. And then, there's your wings."
"They're gone," the angel whispered. "I know."
The demon's voice was grim when she replied, "No. They're not."
The angel jerked in surprise, then let out a yelp of pain. She bit her lip with a whimper, but turned to look at the demon. "They're not? I still have—?"
"No," she interrupted. "You don't still have them. Not all of them."
"What?"
The demon's mouth was set in a thin, hard line. "You have. Remnants. Whoever removed them didn't do it cleanly."
They felt the phantom grip of hands on their shoulders, forcing them down to their knees. They remembered the feeling of their feathers being ruffled out of place as they were gripped roughly, and then—
They swallowed down bile.
"And those remnants can't stay. They need to be amputated."
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I'll be in Mexico City next week, first time since 2006. To mark the occasion I'll be curating and gathering into a liitle plaquette the poems I have written about Mexico. Here is the title poem. Stay tuned.
"Exploring Uncommon Vocabulary: 12 Words to Add to Your Word Bank"?
Vocabulary is an important aspect of language learning, and it can be fun to explore new and unusual words. In this blog post, we'll take a look at 12 interesting and uncommon vocabulary words, along with example sentences to help you understand how they can be used.
Tonitruous: (adjective) characterized by a loud or thundering sound Example sentence: "I was trying to sneak out of the house early in the morning, but my tonitruous sneezing gave me away and woke up the entire neighborhood."
Funambulist: (noun) a tightrope walker Example sentence: "I've always dreamed of running away and joining the circus, but the only job they had available was for a funambulist, and I'm terrified of heights."
Minimus: (noun) the smallest or least significant member of a group Example sentence: "I was trying to impress the judges in the hot dog eating contest, but I'm such a minimus that I could barely finish one frankfurter, let alone the whole plate."
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Because of the coronavirus, the Church has found it difficult to practice its normal sacramental ministry to the sick and the dying. Quarantine rules have made it hard for priests to anoint the sick and hear their confessions. The Church has reacted in several interesting ways, including giving a plenary indulgence to those affected by the virus, and allowing general absolution rather than individual confession. This talk explains some of the theology behind these moves, and answers the question of why we need priests at all if so much can be done to reconcile us to God through these alternative means?
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The demon turned her attention to the necklaces with the healing charms. She plucked one from the counter, the motion incongruously delicate with the sharp-clawed hand performing it. She held in a closed fist in front of her mouth and sang a wordless note of song. The charm activated with a note of its own, resonating in harmony with the demon's voice. She then looped the cord around the angel's neck and adjusted the pendant so it hung above their left wing. The demon repeated the process with a second charm, placing it above their right wing. She regarded them for a moment, made a face, then activated a third charm.
"I'm using up my good charms on you," she said sourly. Despite the tone, her hands were gentle as she hung the charm around their neck and adjusted it until it lay on their sternum. "These are expensive, you know."
"Mea culpa," they apologized quietly.
The demon snorted. "It's only 'your fault' as far as whatever it is you did to get yourself kicked out, dove. And I suppose this is what healing charms are for, after all. I'll just have to make more."
"You made these?" they asked.
"Try not to sound so surprised there," the demon said dryly.
As rude as it was, they were surprised. Demonic magic and healing weren't things that went hand in hand. That the demon had made such strong healing charms, bending her magic to something it was utterly unsuited for, was impressive.
How powerful was she, to manage such a feat?
The demon sang a few notes; the charms hummed in response.
"Charms are working," she said. "But just to be safe… do you feel this?"
"No," the angel said. The action was an uncomfortable echo of the demon's painfully proven point about the necessity of this operation.
She poked several more spots, asking each time if the angel felt it. They answered truthfully that they didn't.
The demon arranged her tools on a rolling tray. When the angel turned to look, she moved the tray out of their line of sight.
"Keep facing forward," she ordered.
They did, despite how much they wanted to see what was happening.
The demon began to sing as she started her work. The wordless tune was a continuation of the notes she'd sung to activate the charms. It was soft and melancholic, a comfort and a lament at once.
She stopped her song only once, when the angel tried again to turn and see what was happening.
"Turn around," she said. The near-snarl was so different than the soft song that the angel froze instinctively. "Do not look back here."
They obeyed. Having their back to a demon was already frightening. The idea of having their back to an angry demon was terrifying.
"Good," she said, as though praising a hound.
The angel began to weep in fear and frustration as the demon went back to her work. With her song resumed, they couldn't even hear any hints at what might be happening. She could be doing anything to them, and they would have no idea.
Even if they did know, it wasn't as if they would be able to stop her. What did she gain by keeping them unaware? Was it just for her own sick amusement, to see how much she could make them do?
The demon's song ended.
"It's over," she said.
The angel turned slowly, half-expecting another rebuke. None came. Behind them, the demon stood by her rolling tray, now covered with black towels.
"Don't twist too much, or you'll undo my nice work," she ordered. "If you're trying to see what's there, I can show you in a mirror later, but I can just tell you now: it's a whole lot of nothing."
They swallowed hard against a sudden surge of nausea. Nothing, where there used to be…
"I adjusted the charms, so the numbness will wear off soon. Then all the magic can focus on patching you up."
Patched up, as if they were a piece of cloth to mend.
If only it were that easy.
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"Mea culpa": Literal translation "my fault", used as an apology
For everyone who tagged me in the WIP ask game: the working title of this was "hey hey ho ho those broken wings have got to go". I think I'm funny.
