Laurus woke slowly, to find his body aching from both wounds and exhaustion. He felt himself hanging limply from manacles that were hung so that the tips of his toes barely grazed the floor. It took him longer than it should have to realize how terrible his situation really was though. One second he was trying to recall what happened, and worrying about the sisters at the monastery, and the next second he realized that he'd been utterly defeated, and been taken captive. His eyes flew open at that realization. He'd lost, and in all probability he'd been dragged into one of the lower hells. Not that he could tell from where he hung. From here he could feel the heat, and see that he was in a dim room, separated by a hallway beyond with a battered but sturdy door that was taller than he was.
Looking down at his body Laurus realized that "he" might no longer be the right word to describe who he was anymore. Those fiends had done something even worse than pollute his virtue. They'd changed him irrevocably, turning his powerful muscular male figure into a lewd and lascivious female one. A quick glance down at his chest revealed that much, to his eternal shame. Even if it wasn't dark he wouldn't have been able to see beyond his ridiculously oversized bust. Laurus had no idea how he'd manage to fly with these things, even if he managed to break free. A quick look up at his wrists showed that was probably impossible for now too. The manacles that held him upright suspended him between two black onyx pillars inscribed with terrible desecrations, and the chains themselves were forged of black iron.
Even If the goddess saw fit to look past his twisted body and irrevocably stained soul, her light would never reach this far into the darkness. No, Laurus was trapped here. He'd have to save his strength for a moment when they tried to transport him somewhere worse to make a break for it. Assuming he could still fly, escape was still possible, and once he was free he was confident that his goddesses' love could undo the horrible mutilation that the demons had inflicted on his body. Just the thought of being trapped in a body like this, a body so obviously made for sin and licentious behavior made Laurus' heart start to pound with anger and fear. It wasn't as if he was trapped in someone else's body... it was his body, but everything felt wrong. Even the sweat slowly trickling from the nape of his neck and down between his wings was erotic. It wasn't just that they'd changed his perfect male body into that of a woman... it was that they'd perverted him inside and out.
"Our mother who art in heaven..." Laurus began to whisper, as much to avoid the attention of any guards as to avoid hearing the high pitched voice that had replaced his familiar one. There was something different this time though, when he started to try to repeat the familiar words of a prayer that he'd said tens of thousands of times before. It was almost like the words caught in his throat. "...Hallowed be thy name, and th-thy kingdom..." As Laurus continued to speak those comforting words, he continued to choke on them. His throat was tight, and his chest started to ache as a result. He often repeated these words to calm himself before a battle, but this time they were having the opposite effect. Rather than calm, they were inflaming him. They were making his chest heave as he had to force the air into his lungs to utter a few more painful syllables. "...And thy world... f-for your glory..."
The words burned his throat as he spoke them now... they felt like fire coming off his tongue, and his whole body twisted beneath the pain enough that the chains that restrained him started to clatter, but that couldn't be helped now. This was a battle of wills, and it was one that he was determined to win. "... and the soulsss... o-of your cre-ations... A-a..." Laurus had been pierced by arrows on the battlefield that hurt less than this. He'd lifted boulders and sundered brass idols that were large than him with less effort than it took to try to pronounce that final word. He wanted more than anything to say it. Amen. It wasn't so hard. It hurt to think it, but he could still do it. Trying to force it past his lips though - it was like eating a hot coal; it was possible, but no one in their right mind would do it. Still he continued to try, opening his mouth again after gulping great lungfuls of air. "A...A-am... Aaaaghhhhh..."
In the final moment it became clear that the pain was too much, and he broke, letting out a thin high pitched scream that echoed down the dark hallways beyond the cell he was chained in. Laurus had never felt something so awful in all the years of his life. It wasn't just the pain of trying to finish the familiar prayer either. It was the knowledge that it was now forbidden to him that hurt most of all. Had he truly fallen afterall? He asked himself even as his chest heaved with ragged breaths while his body tried to cope with the pain he had inflicted on it. In the annals there was the occasional story of angels that had given themselves over to temptation, and fallen into darkness. In each of those cautionary tales though was a specific theme: that it was never too late to accept divine forgiveness, even if that forgiveness took the form of a quick but merciful death, unless the angel had given themselves over to the darkness and enjoyed it. But how could he be forgiven if--.
"So you're finally awake are you?" a thick voice growled from the hall accompanied by the sound of heavy feet. Laurus cursed his luck. The failure of his will had alerted his captors before he'd made a plan for what to do next. He gritted his teeth, willing his heart to stop hammering as he heard a key turn in the lock of his cell.
Then the door flew open, banging against the wall with a crash to reveal a glutenous and corpulent demon with flesh oozing out from between the cracks in the armor that might have fit him once. Now it was much too small though, and served little purpose except to hide the worst of his hideous bulk. "Well look at you," the thing grunted, striding forward until it was so close she couldn't help but smell it. The demon grabbed her by the mouth and tilted her head for a closer look. "Hard to believe a sex pot like you was a man until yesterday. Now you put more than a few succubi I know to shame."
Laurus struggled free of his jailer's grip and snapped at him, just missing one of its sausage fingers with his teeth. "Watch your mouth demon I'll you'll wind up skewered on the end of my sword, I--" Laurus declared, cringing inwardly at how much less threatening that sounded in his new voice. He didn't get the chance to finish though, because the demon cuffed him mid-sentence. The blow was almost casual, but it was still hard enough to make him see stars.
"Your sword, huh?" The ugly creature made a low chuckling noise that sounded like rusted plates rubbing together as he grabbed one of Laurus' breasts and squeezed it painfully. "Ain't you heard angel bitch? You ain't got a sword no more." Laurus wanted to open his mouth and castigate this filth further, but he knew that if he opened his mouth then the noise that came out would be anything but words. Instead he bit his tongue, quietly enduring the abuse as the unwanted touch caused pain and pleasure to race through his body.
"Maybe the lord will let me run you through with my sword a time or two when he's all done with you," the jailer muttered, half to himself as he twisted the angel's nipple between two fingers hard enough to make Laurus grunt as his spine arched involuntarily from the sudden jolt of pleasure. "But for now your angel pussy is his personal property. He wants to be the first one into the gates of heaven, if you know what I mean. I'm going to tell him you've come, and I'll bring you a few friends to help you get in the mood until your new owner decides to join us."
Just as suddenly as the jailer had appeared, he was gone, leaving only the ache of his touch that Laurus hated himself for missing, as the pain slowly faded. The Lord that the demon was referring to must be the greater demon, Laurus decided. The demon had mentioned something about a plan, but Laurus was sure that until that was revealed he'd take every opportunity to torment and humiliate an angel. It was a task that was much easier now that they'd transformed him from the warrior he once was into this wanton. The jailer wasn't wrong about one thing. He could feel it. Whatever the trio of succubi had done to him they'd made sure that his new form was filled to the brim with sensuality and evil. Laurus didn't have time to dwell on it though, because moments later the jailer returned carrying a pair of tanglers by their tentacle stalks.
"I should be back in an hour or two," he rasped as he tossed the squid-like creatures in the cell and slammed the door. "My lord had these two trained real special, so try not to have too much fun until we get back." As the demon walked down the hall his grating laugh echoed behind it, but Laurus was more concerned with the lesser demons the jailer had left behind.
