Signifying Nothing

An alternative

Angels & Demons

story

This short work was inspired by

FreyaGersemi

's Valentine's Competition entry,

Katie Saves Valentine's Day

. I'd never have thought about writing this type of tale otherwise. Please go read her story!

Signifying Nothing will make a lot more sense if you have at least a passing familiarity with my work.

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Signifying Nothing

by Emily Miller

Emma could taste blood in her mouth, her own blood. Her face was bruised and lacerated. At least she had put up a fight. She spat red in defiance, but the small gesture brought only laughter from her tormentor.

"Oh, Emmoreth, you will be the death of me. Such spirit! Spirit only exceeded by the futility of your pathetic attempts to deny the reality of your situation."

"It's just Emma now, asshole!" Still a flame burned in her. She wasn't going to let a mere male demon, no matter how powerful, break her. Particularly

this

male demon.

"Quite! Emma, how... modern... of you." Asmodeus's observation seemed to amuse him.

"And yes," he continued, "in that body... that

diminished

body... well Emmoreth was a beauty, unlike..."

He then patted the side of Emma's face, almost playfully. "Looking how you do now, I wonder if you are even worth the trouble. But I suppose the real Emmoreth is in there somewhere. I can always just close my eyes and remember."

She strained in her chains, but uselessly. "Fuck you, you excuse for a demon!" She spat again, but this time just with saliva.

The Demon Lord wiped his face with a grin. "As I say, spirit, much good may it do you."

Asmodeus flung his robe to one side, and stood naked and erect, a nasty smirk on his lean features. Features that might have been beautiful if not etched with malice. Still beautiful perhaps, if you had a thing for cadavers.

"I'm going to enjoy this. Enjoy you... once again!"

Emma pulled on her chains again, but the links were sturdy, and the metal adamantine. Her vestments hung in rags, doing little to mask her nakedness.

'Again,' she thought, her memories going back unbidden to a time in Asmodeus's hall, a time when she had looked different, a time she had done her best to forget in the intervening years. But now she wondered, 'am I cursed, forever fated to relive my humiliation at his hands?'

And then a new thought crossed her mind. One she couldn't help but vocalize.

"Stop! Stop this all right now! I mean

you

!"

The last word was addressed to an onlooker.

Author: Who me?

"Yeah, you. Who else do you think I'm talking to?"

Author: Um, I dunno... um, still kinda getting used to the idea of one of my characters talking to me. Um... hi, I guess.

Asmodeus seemed to be frozen, but his eyes watched Emma intently.

The she-demon spoke again. "Aren't you, you know, a bit sick of it?"

Author: Um... what?

"Very eloquent, what's happened to your flowery, over-written prose?"

Author: I'm sorry, what?

"Seems to be your favorite word... 'what'... odd really for someone who normally acts like they have - what's that phrase you use? - Oh yeah, swallowed a thesaurus, right?"

Author: Um...

"Um? Is that all you've got, a measly monosyllable? What's happened to your customary grandiloquent and ephuistic bombast? Cat got your tongue?"

Author: Er...

"Never mind that. The bigger issue is rape!"

Author: Rape?

"You heard me. You claim to be this big opponent of non-con, but here I am, about to be ravished for your readers' enjoyment, yet again, I might add."

Asmodeus joined the conversation. "Speaking of ravishment... Well, I could begin... if you're not too busy talking to

her

, that is."

"Shut it, Shamdon! You're a pretty pathetic antagonist, if we call a shovel a shovel."

The Demon Lord was crest-fallen. "It's... it's not my fault. She writes me so one-dimensionally, like some cartoon villain. I feel I need a mustache to twirl. Djmac1031 writes me with much more depth and nuance. I struggle to connect with her material, if I'm honest."

"Yeah, it's not great, I know," replied Emma, "but would you prefer to be me? And the bitch has even made me look like her now. That's pretty fucked up from a psychological point of view, right?"

Asmodeus nodded in agreement.

Author: I'm still here, you know.

"Oh, we know," both demons said in unison.

"And how about these?" Emma clanked her chains, while raising her eyebrows suggestively.

Author: Oh, yeah, sorry.

The metal binds dissolved, leaving the she-demon ruefully massaging her wrists. "I know you get off on this bondage stuff, but could you at least write cuffs with a little padding maybe?"

Author: Padding, right, I'll make a note.

"Thanks," said Emma.

Author: And anyway, no fair on the rape shit. It's not like I write it titillatingly, it's more Greek theater, like Euripides would write it.

Emma guffawed. "Euripides? Will the pretension never end? But that boy could fuck, ah, the memories."

"And what's with me being an expression of your autism," asked Lily.

Author: Wait, you're not even in this story.

"Yeah, I was waiting for Emma in the green room. I got bored."

The angel and she-demon embraced, and Lily and Asmodeus air kissed.

"Loving your work, As. You're really selling it, though the script is a nightmare, as usual," Lily said.

"Yeah," replied the Demon Lord, "She can type this shit, but you sure can't say it!"

"Ah, well," said the angel, "at least her Star Wars references are occasionally entertaining, if you like that sort of thing."

"Who doesn't, right?" added Asmodeus.

Social pleasantries complete, Lily returned to her original subject, "So, otherworldly? What the actual fuck? And you say you hate Sheldon Cooper."

Author: Yeah, fuck Sheldon Cooper, fuck him in his stupid ass! But... but I write you with such love.

"Love? You lean into every hackneyed ASD trope. I was at an ND support group last week. Eden Baker was there too, and Anđela Malinar. And we were all saying how tired we were of being cardboard stereotypes."

Author: Um... sorry, I guess. I do my best.

"And I've got the same issue with you as Emma, here. Do we really both need to get raped quite so often? And, was coerced sex with my late Father really an authorial imperative?"

Author: It was meant to be a classic tragedy... like Oedipus.

Emma interjected, "Girl, you aren't Sophocles. You aren't even Ariana from the souvlaki taverna, OK?"

"Oh!" said Lily, "the one with the big eyes and the cute ass?"

"Yeah, her. The one who didn't write

Antigone

," replied the she-demon pointedly.

Author: Well, I have to say this is all rather hurtful.

Lily responded in a more considerate tone. "Look, we get it, you have this wish-fulfilment thing about supernatural beings who can be sexually assaulted and kinda shrug it off afterwards. But do you have to write it

every

time? Maybe a little variety of themes might help, yes?"

Author: Um... OK... I guess...

"Oh, come on," said the angel soothingly, "no need to cry now, is there?"

Author: I... I... suppose not.

"Some things you write are OK, the lesbian sex, for example. We like that, don't we, Emma?"

Emma nodded enthusiastically, and her girlfriend continued. "You used to write nice sex scenes, before..." Her voice faltered.

Author: Before *sniff* what?

"Well, I suppose, before you got, well..." Again Lily seemed to be struggling for words.

Emma helpfully stepped in. "What she's trying to say is, before you got delusions of grandeur about plots, and character motivations, and literary devices. You know, back when your creations just used to fuck a lot. I think we all liked that better."

Author: But... but... rounded characters, and believable situations, are so important, right?

"Says the woman who had a giant squid traverse the digestive systems of two female characters with a tentacle... sequentially," snorted Emma.

Author: But those stories were about so much more than muscular hydrostats. The subtext, the metaphors.

"Sure," replied the she-demon, rolling her eyes, "so many readers were musing on your mastery of socio-political polemic, right? And not - Hell forfend - jerking off to the tentacular insertions."

Author: Well, maybe they did both.

"Sure, keep telling yourself that," Emma taunted.

"Emma!" Lily said sternly, "there is no need to be rude, and self-delusion is a form of mental illness, no need to shame her about it."

"Sorry," Emma mumbled, looking at the floor and shuffling her feet.

A new voice joined the conversation. "Speaking of mental illness, how twisted was it to put me through all that shit in

Twelve Months

? I'm not a Thomas Hardy heroine for fuck's sake! And you couldn't even be bothered to give me a name."

Author: But Chuck Palahniuk...

"...is a much better author than you!" she countered, "And that novel is

so

dated nowadays."

Author: Anyway, all it takes is a couple of brain cells to work out who you are.

"Oh, sis. You think lots of people read

all

of your stories? How sweet, and not narcissistic in the least. Not one little bit."

Author: I... er...

"And there it is again, your trademark periphrasis," Emma laughed.

"You know your other problem?" Asmodeus said, "you introduce characters and then totally forget about them. It's kinda frustrating."

"Have you thought of trying?" asked Lily brightly.

Author: Trying what? *sniff*

"I could be doing a play somewhere..." mused Asmodeus.

The angel continued. "Just writing a sex scene, a totally gratuitous sex scene. You know, like you used to. People seemed to enjoy that more."

Author: More than me attempting to be the female Steinbeck?

Emma barely suppressed a laugh. "Yeah, I think that's what she meant."

"I give up," said the Demon Lord in exasperation.

"Don't worry, she did it to me too," replied the nameless one. "I dunno, want to get a coffee, or something?"

"But I thought you only liked girls."

"Why not change my mind, sweetie?"

With that the pair linked arms and made to leave.

Author: Wait! Maybe Lily is on to something. And I've been leaning into sapphic shenanigans a lot recently, maybe...

"You don't need me do you, sis? I mean I don't even merit a name, right? And I know you, you've got your group shit in mind, right? Not my scene."

Author: I have plans for you too, OK. So we have this big, friends without benefits thing going on.

"Right. Your choice of course."

Author: But this is fiction, isn't it? Not real life.

"From your portfolio, I wasn't sure you knew the difference, but yeah."

Author: So that means...

"We could fuck while the others have a threesome?"

Author: Yeah, cool, right?

"I'll need a name, a writer of your meager abilities won't be able to juggle the scene if I have no name."

Author: Bitch! But I guess you have a point... let me think.

Emma spoke up. "Listen, we are still here, OK? If it's all the same with you, while you and whatshername deliberate, me and Lily are going to give As a blow job. I can't stand looking at that

thing

much longer."

"What's wrong with my

thing

," asked Asmodeus, looking down; not that he had to look down very far.

Author: Milena, you can be Milena. You know, like back in Prague.

"OK, that works, I don't have to speak Czech, do I? I suck at speaking Czech. I sound like Google Translate. Oh, and by the way, how lame is it that your characters are giving you writing prompts now?" The newly named Milena nodded in the direction of the other three. Emma and Lily were getting comfortable on their knees in front of the Demon Lord.

Author: OK, I've had enough of this shit, time to exert some authorial control. You guys are gonna do as I say from now on. Starting with you, Milena. You're going to go down on me while I write this threesome. And I need to cum at least twice, got it?

"Hey, you write me as the dominant one, what's going on?" asked Milena.

Author: Consider this a retcon. Now do as I say and eat me!

The supernatural trio had paused their embryonic three-way and now appeared to be awaiting instructions.

Author: That's better. Now - oh fuck yeah, just like that, keep doing that. Now, where was I? Oh yes, this is what I want you to do...

Emma and Lily were kneeling side by side in front of the Dark Lord. His demonic organ was of the dimensions one might expect in such a personage, but this was more of a cause of anticipation than consternation for the girls. This was

far

from their first rodeo.

Author: OK, solid start. Yes, I think another finger, mmm-hmm. Right, back to you three.

The angel and she-demon kissed, making sure Asmodeus could see their tongues fencing. Then, both turning forward, Lily crouched down lower, cupping his hairless scrotum in her hand and licking at the base of his shaft.

Meanwhile, Emma - as always - took route A, opening wide to engulf the Demon Lord's pulsing, twitching head in her mouth. As a demon of noble status, Asmodeus had the pick of Hell's best fellators, but Emma was good, she was very, very good. He closed his eyes and placed a hand on each of the heads of the pair, caressing their dirty blonde locks.

But he opened his eyes rapidly at the sound of a door opening. In the frame, stood two figures.

Author: Yes? And who may you be?

"Nrgh arun," added Emma helpfully, her mouth still full.

The thicker of the two interlopers spoke. "Oh, I'm Cynthia, and this is Katie. We were looking for Alex and Freya. Have you seen them?"

Author: This is 1102, you need 1120, just down the corridor, on the left. Can't miss it. There's a bunch of pink balloons with red hearts on them hanging from the door handle.

"See, I told you," hissed Katie. She began to pull Cynthia away.

"Right, thanks. Sorry to... um... disturb you. Nice cock, by the way." Cynthia said this hurriedly, the last few words only just beating the closing door.

Author: Thank God for that! This is complicated enough with five.

Milena lifted her head, her beautiful face glistening with female secretions. "Counting was never your strong suit, was it, sis? Thinking you could do a math minor, what a joke!"

Author: Enough of that. Back to what you do best. And don't forget my asshole, OK?

"Mmwrmum," said Milena.

With the interruption behind them, Emma and Lily swapped places. If anything, the angel's oral technique was superior to her partner's. She looked up at Asmodeus with her big, blue-gray, innocent-looking eyes and...

Emma spoke in a rather annoyed tone. "She's a babe, I know, she's my girlfriend. You don't have to overdo the sweet and innocent stuff, OK. It gets a bit cringe. Just let her suck."

Lily nodded in agreement, a motion that the Dark Lord seemed to enjoy. So much so, that he grabbed the back of the angel's head and thrust his hips forward. Lily gulped and her already big eyes became even bigger.

"OK, enough with the eyes, we get it!"

Author: Sorry, Emma. Let's continue. Or rather... just give me a minute... I'm... oh fuck!

Asmodeus shrugged and went back to face fucking Lily, while Emma stood and kissed him, running a finger between his butt-cheeks as she did.

Author: Wow! That was... Sorry to leave you on autopilot, but you seem to be doing just fine by yourselves.

The trio broke, and Emma took a position on her hands and knees, her ass raised in the air. Asmodeus knelt behind her, and Lily lay on her back, in front of her girlfriend, her legs parted invitingly.

"Hey!" said Emma, "We know you're an anal freak, but how about just an nice bit of PIV for a change?"

With that, she buried her face between Lily's legs and - for a few seconds - the only sound was of two women each slurping at their partner's dripping openings. Then a squeal from Emma rang out as Asmodeus, with one well-lubricated movement, thrust deep into her.

Author: OK, it's a race, which girl can cum first. You're welcome to join in As, but I know you boys tend to pride yourselves on longevity, not rapidity. Ready, set, go!

Milena returned to her allotted task with gusto, and Emma mirrored her oral and digital assaults. Meanwhile, the Demon Lord gripped the she-demon's skinny waist and set up a fierce pace, plowing Emma with his full - and not inconsiderable - length. For a while, only pants, moans, and groans filled the air.

In the end it was a photo finish. Perhaps Lily succumbed to Emma's tongue first, with Asmodeus driving his subordinate over the edge immediately afterward. Milena had the disadvantage of having to climb two hills in a row, but - even without supernatural powers - she could still work magic on other women. Soon after, she too was grinning in flushed triumph.

Author: Give me a second to get my breath back. OK. Poor Milena and Asmodeus still need to cum, so let's reorganize.

Milena stood and went to join Emma and Lily, who lay her down, Emma straddling her face, and Lily getting between her legs. The angel-demon tag team set about their new assignment with typical enthusiasm and effectiveness. Both were very experienced at pleasuring humans.

Asmodeus grinned, and said, "I assume anal?"

Author: Yeah, and we're both already lubed up, just to save some time, OK?

"The pen truly is mighty," he laughed, while applying pressure, at just the right angle, in just the right place.

Author: Oof! Maybe I wrote you too large. No! Don't stop. For fuck's sake don't stop! All the way in. Mmm...

The Demon Lord was considerate enough to allow a little time for acclimation, then he decided to treat his human partner as if she were one of his own kind, pistoning her tight viscera mercilessly.

Author: Fuuuuuuuuck!!!!!!

From somewhere in the nearby writhing ball of female bodies, the sound of Milena laughing could be discerned. "Written off more than you can chew, sis?"

Asmodeus's aquiline physiognomy bore the hallmarks of both concentration and concupiscence. His demonic puissance now acting as a potent ensorcellement on his mortal paramor. As his exertion burgeoned in both amplitude and frequency, rivulets of saline bestirred on his wan sinciput, and pullulated earthwards over his pallid buccae...

Four voices - three female, one male - yelled in frustrated unison, "TOO FUCKING FLOWERY! REMEMBER THE READERS!"

Author: Well you try writing breviloquently while being roughly sodomized by an over-endowed demon. Fuck, here I go ag...

The chorus responded, "JUST TRY!"

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Author: OK, you can do this, Emily.

They all fucked. They fucked a lot. The author came. Asmodeus came. The three other women all came. It was good. It was

fucking

good.

THE END

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Endnotes

Asmodeus, who I write here for the third time (albeit very differently than before) is

Djmac1031

's character. Cynthia, Katie, Alex, and (of course) Freya, who appear in cameo, or off screen, are

FreyaGersemi

's characters. All are used with their creators' permission.