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Beside me, on the left hand, appeared an angel in bodily form, such as I am not in the habit of seeing except very rarely. Though I often have visions of angels, I do not see them... I saw a great golden spear, and at the iron tip there appeared to be a point of fire. This he plunged into my heart several times so that it penetrated to my entrails. When he pulled it out, I felt that he took them with it, and left me utterly consumed by the great love of God. The pain was so severe that it made me utter several moans. The sweetness caused by this intense pain is so extreme that one cannot possibly wish it to cease, nor is one's soul then content with anything but God. This is not a physical, but a spiritual pain, though the body has some share in it— even a considerable share. So gentle is this wooing which takes place between God and the soul that if anyone thinks I am lying, I pray God in his goodness, to grant him some experience of it.

                                                                                                                                                                                              - Ecstasy of St Teresa

Nauls has heard of angels and devils.

“There are Angels and then there are things we ain’t never heard of and never want to hear of.” his mother used to say.

He’s heard how angels have wings like delicate works of art one could dream of.

How the light from their touch fills you with a warmth beyond any warmth you could ever experience.

How they glow with soft divine light and to stand before an angel was a divine connection bestowed by divinity itself.

                                                                                                                      And then the devils.

The embodiments of temptation and darkness, Beings of pure malice and unknown motives.

“Things we ain’t never heard of and never want to hear of. “His mothers words repeat yet again in his head.

Now he's not a non-believer or anything— after all he’d been attending church before he learned how to even walk, before he even knew his ABC’s.

He's learned all the verses, the ten commandments, the prayers.

Nauls has heard of angels and devils.

But he aint never seen one.

                                                                                                                 Not until now at least.

Nauls

…

Nauls

………..

Nau-

"Uh..Hello Earth to Nauls?”

Nauls quickly jolted back to life and snapped his head towards the voice, it was Windows.Sporting his usual iconic sunglasses, looking irritated as ever, with his brows slightly furrowed to emphasize his annoyance, who pissed in his cereal this morning? it'd do him great pleasure to find out the culprit.

And It'd be even better if he simply backed the fuck up whilst he was at it.

“What?”

“What do you mean "what?"  I’ve been calling your name for the past 10 fucking minutes for the roll call whilst you spent like — the past 5 minutes just staring at a blank wall, now get up before Garry comes in here and tears us a new one!

The audacity of this nigga.

Since when the fuck did he gain a backbone?

He then quickly left and made his way back into the rec room, Nauls kissed his teeth and slowly got up from his original position, It took him longer than he expected to snap out of his disorientated state, his legs trembled as he stood himself up and stumbled his way out, with one foot sloppily after the other like a drunken man.

God hangovers fucking sucked, might be why he's so moody today.

He eventually regained his bearings and made his way to the door, pushing it open with a sharp creak of its old hinges, the noise filling the room.

Today was going to be a very long day.

He quickly made his departure from the radio station and gently skated his way into the rec room where all of the others lay waiting in preparation for the roll call. It appeared to be the usual morning routine, everyone settled in the middle of the room in an organised circle, some looking more tired than others. The man had made it to the rec room just in time, as it appeared Garry had counted off the last few men. Garry held a clipboard tight in his wiry hands, ticking as he went.

“Markus Childs”

“Here.”

“Paul Palmer”

“Yo captain.”

And..finally after what felt like an eternity, a certain name was called.

“Terence *Khiry* Nauls”

Nauls tentatively stepped forward, the whole room now having shifted its entire focus onto him, his intestines churned at every step he took; sweat clung to his forehead as his sinuses pulsed with dull throbbing ache as he attempted to hold back the bile clinging back at the back of his throat— from working its way up and emptying out onto the floor beneath him.

Wow has roll call always been this intense?

“Here..”

There was a moment of silence for a minute, with each second passing adding more confusion and irritation to his already aching brain.

“What?, why y'all silent for?”

“You just seem…off is all, unusual unlike your usual plucky – go lucky self, are you okay?” Garry's looking at him now with a mixture between concern and perhaps a little bit of pity, he doesnt know what for though.

Nauls scoffed, unusual? The only thing unusual was this damn headache he had.

“And what's that supposed to mean?”

“Oh nothing negative is all, don't mean to come across as rude or anything..”

There were a few uncomfortable stares bearing into him from around the room, each look giving off “yo man, you cool?” type of vibe.

And he wouldnt blame them if he was being honest, but right now hes got a serious fucking migraine and the last thing he's bothered about is being all sunshine and rainbows so for now they’re just going to have to deal with it for all he cares.

Uncharacteristic for sure but oh well! we all have our days.

“Maybe he broke into Palmer’s stash…'s probs why he's actin’ weird.”

A deep but quiet voice emanated from the other side of the room, it was Clark. Slumped back as usual with his hat half over his face, as if he were trying to catch some sleep. 

Nauls instinctively kissed his teeth at him, no idea why, he just did.

“Nigga i'm fine thank you very much.”

They all stared at him for a another minute and Nauls has to hold every thing in his power to not bug out right there and then.

"Okay." Garry says "If you say so."

And just like that everything reverted back to normal, like nothing ever happened.

 Huh. 

Thats weird.

Hey

…

Come here

He hears it, its sing songy voice high-pitched yet almost silent, almost as though it was coming from his head rather than an actual source. He stands up from his bed andto his surprise starts walking down the hallway; almost as if his limbs were being strung along by a third party rather than out of his own volition and past the rec room and towards his supposed destination.

Where? He didn't know yet; but he sensed that it must have been coming from around somewhere in the building. He was too far out of it, as it seemed it never once crossed his mind to ask important questions such as ”Why am I being called?” Or anything sensible in particular, regardless curiosity killed the cat and he marched on towards his destination anyway.

He’s just about to give up when he hears it…

Closer

Pause.

He stopped dead in his tracks and looked towards the direction of where the voice was coming from, it appeared to be coming from the store room.

Come to me and i'll show you

He paused, show him? show him what?

And as though it can read his mind, it replies.

Come closer and i'll show you true salvation

He tenatively stepped forward.

He didn’t know why but despite the fact he knew it wasn't the smartest decision following orders from an unknown entity, he was all of a sudden gripped by an intense urge to open the door, an urge so intense it single handedly override any sort of common sense Nauls may have had left in him and made him open the door.

Stepping inside of the room, cool air brushed past against his warm skin. He rubbed his eyes to adjust to the dark, until he saw something sparkle in the corner of his eye, and there he spotted it amidst the shelves and equipment where it was hiding.

It was a cocoon of some sorts like one of those pupae he would see hanging from branches as a child, huddled in the corner of the room near that thing they had dug up at the Norwegian station.

Nauls couldn’t make sense of it, as it pulsated and brimmed with life inside of it, its sickly translucent blue-green hue filling the room with both its presence and glow.

It had a gross sickening sweet blue smell to it, a beautiful revolting blue smell to it, the type of smell that angels might have, he thought. The atmosphere was tense and silent, and before he could make sense of what he was witnessing the cocoon split open with a sickening slick noise which reverberated through the room and directly into his ears.

The cocoon further twisted and split apart as though it was a blossoming flower, each layer peeling bit by bit until out rose a vaguely humanoid figure, its shape somewhat feminine and ethereal.

And its wings, every feather, every curve, every detail. An intricate masterpiece, an ethereal work of beauty so perfect it can hardly be described in mere words. The perfect image of holiness. The embodiment of grace.

Theres no mistaking it, hes looking at an angel.

As he marvelled upon the scene in front of him, his mind was racked with an array of emotions such as confusion, intrigue, disgust but most importantly the one emotion that stood out to him was Awe.

Pure awe at the very thing he was looking at; an emotion so intense he felt it to the very core of his being. Something so great he felt his soul shiver in his body. A pure feeling, a blessing of a feeling, an overwhelming flood of emotions that was so intense it was near unfathomable. Something so great it sent chills through his entire body, from the tips of his toes to the top of his hair, shaking every muscle to his very core.

And then he hears it, the song.

And any restraint or common sense he would've had left in him is thrown out the window. Its song is so sweet and welcoming, he almost can't help but be drawn towards its melody.

It stretched its arms out, its arms breaking off and forming into various branches and vines and whispered the following words…

Join me and you'll see

And so he obeyed.

And like a fish lured into bait or perhaps to salvation, he found himself drawn into its compassionate arms (or branches), welcoming him to join it. Its embrace was so sweet and soothing yet– overwhelming at the same time it was less like a touch but more so….a feeling. A feeling so strong it gripped him by the vices and had him hooked.

                                                                                                                     He didnt wanna let go.

He awoke drenched in cold sweat,the events of the dream still replaying in his head like a broken record.

Something stirred deep within him, a nagging thought glued itself to the back of his mind and no matter what he did, he just couldn’t shake it put of his mind. Nauls tossed and turned in his sheets, before rising up into a sitting position with a long drawn out groan.

Bringing a hand up to his face, he wiped the sweat from his brow and slumped forwards, holding his head in his other free hand in an attempt to nurse the mild headache that crept up on him.

What a weird wet dream, but then again he's had weirder.

For a split second, he thought he could hear someone in the storage room.

A Strange feeling washed over him, he needed to investigate it. But the thing is, what if something was wrong? Maybe he was just overthinking, maybe he should just go back to bed. It was probably Palmer or Childs up to retrieve some tools for a late night repair.

Shit – since when did he become such an overthinker?

With a small sigh, he lay back on his bed, hands resting on his chest. The room was silent, almost too silent. The thought in the back of his head continued to gnaw away at his mind, the worry about the storage room.

He realised he wouldn’t be able to sleep unless he investigated it. Nauls was now frustrated more than anything else, sitting back up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed, standing up slowly and stretching.

Great now hes gotta play as Nancy Drew it seems, he thinks, just his luck.

Whats so damn interesing about the storage room anyway?

God he cant wait for his contract to end.

The only noise he could hear was the distant snoring of Clark, and the quiet thump of his own footsteps as he pushed past the door and out into the hallway, instantly hit with a wave of bitter cold air. Shit he should've brought a jacket with him or something cause god damn is it cold in here.

He walked the familiar path towards the old storage room, where they kept tools and various other industrial level equipment they’d probably never need to use during their time out here.

Various hooks, spare chunks of metal and wood, for god knows what they needed the hooks. Maybe the back of the snowcats or something for pulling shit. That wasn’t important right now anyways.

Once he reached the door of the room itself, he halted outside of it, hesitantly holding out his arm and taking the cold handle into his hand.

At this point he was just mindlessly walking down the hallway when he heard it

Terrence

For a split second he thought it was just his brain fucking with him until he heard it for a second time

There you are

Now at this point Nauls really should’ve noped the fuck out of there and immediately went back to sleep like a good boy – But something in him hesitated; he couldn't describe it but all he knew was that no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, he was all of a sudden gripped with an overwhelming sensation of curiosity all over him, from his hair follicles to his toes.

He had to see what was in there.

And he wasted no time.

With a grunt, he pushed open the door, its hinges stiffened with past use and the biting cold surrounding them.

Maybe the oil froze- if it could even do that. Fuck if he knows he wasn’t the mechanic here. Nauls stepped inside of the small space, gaze sweeping around the darkened room.

Nothing.

At least that's what he thought.

before he had any time to react or scream a something shot out from out of the corner and crammed itself into his ear and squeezed itself directly into his ear canal.

Caught you.

The next moments were spent in nothing but agony as he felt his ear single handedly stretch and distort and his eardrum burst from the amount of pressure it was adding as it continuously penetrated his brain, he could feel it squelching around in his ear canal as well as his cranial fluid dribble from his ear and down his neck as it hungrily sucked up his grey matter and continued it violent assault.

The pain was beyond immeasurable and had Nauls been able to scream he surely would have, but he could only find the strength to muster up choked gasps and gurgles as his eyes rolled up, he felt blood gush out his nose and let out a choke.

He tried to bring up a hand to feel the damage, but his limbs wouldn’t cooperate under the strain. He stumbled backwards into a shelf, his stomach churning wildly and head spinning uncontrollably as he was ultimately violated.

In an odd way it was sort of erotic, the way it brutally pulsated in and out and of his tiny unprepared almost virgin – like ear hole and forced itself in and the wet slapping noises it made as it quite literally penetrated his brain–

Wait what? That's not…these aren't his thoughts.

The stench of blood and pus invading his nostrils along with the intensifying throbbing pressure in his ear made not only the hot, white desire in his crotch build up but his stomach churn, he could feel an intensifying pressure steadily build up inside his intestine until-

Nauls felt the pressure in his stomach burst, and he lurched forwards, the nausea becoming unbearable until he found himself vomiting whatever was in his stomach as his throat spasmed. It fell to the ground with a vile, wet splashing sound, as it poured out of his mouth and onto the floor below. The taste was horrible, bitter and salty. But that was to be expected.

His legs slowly gave out beneath him, and the muscles in his hands and arms began to twitch. His head continued to spin, accompanied by the shredding pain and maybe pleasure? 

It's wrong, filthy and if the dream suggested nowhere did it even come close to the ecstasy of embracing that of an angels love yet–

He found it hilarious almost, or would have, how it wasnt jerking it off to playboy magazines– or– or staring at poorly cut out pin up girls on his wall that got him off.

No.

It was this.

Having his brain turned into literal mush until he could barely think anymore– his eardrums bursted until they poured and leaked out of his ears, his mind utterly violated until he could no longer form human sentences or words anymore, this– this is what made his crotch burn feverishly.

And he'd hate himself for it if it weren't the fact it felt so damn good.

The appendage or whatever it was eventually sought refuge in the small crevice of his eyes and slithered alllll the way down until it made contact with his squishy, throbbing frontal cortex and pushed.

Words were beyond Nauls, not that he could create them or that it would have mattered regardless of what he had to say. Eventually, it went dark for him, and he began to seize up and twitch like a dying corpse.

His limbs quaked and seized as his bladder spasmed and emptied itself onto the floor and hot wet piss dripped and pooled between his legs coating the floor beneath him.

This went on for several minutes until something in his brain (or what was left of it) ignited.

And like a match to a candle all the pain and pressure slowly morphed itself into mind blowing ectasy and pleasure as the flip inside his brain switched.

There's no words for it really, the sensation, the feeling, he wouldn't want anybody else to imagine how he's feeling or even begin to experience what he is, he wouldn't let them anyway, wouldn't dare even let anyone else have so much as a taste of elixir if he could.

He gasped, whined and bucked his hips forwards with shallow thrusts, drool dribbling from the corner of his mouth looking like a diseased, filthy mindless cow as he felt each and every single one of his nerves sing in orgasm as it wriggled and squirmed inside of him–

Until–

Until–

The coil in his stomach snapped and in the most straightforward way ever, he came himself, hot sticky semen coating the entire front of his pants until it looked like he pissed himself.

In an instant he arched his back until his vertebrae snapped in half and his toes curled so tightly that his whole body shook as he screamed.

And then he whined and whimpered like a needy whore as he was blinded– no – guided by the pure white light that entered his vision and for the first time in his life Nauls knew what it felt like to be touched by an Angel.

Fuchs was in the middle of doing some petri dish samples, it wasn't anything new just microorganisms And bacteria he’d already seen a thousand times before. He sighed and leaned back in his chair for a while, the monotony and tedious nature of the work had caught up to him.

He brought a cold hand up to adjust his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, glancing around the room quietly. It was freezing outside, obviously, and he watched as the snow gently drifted across the land out the window, it was peaceful. Tranquil almost.

Maybe he should go to the rec-room, pick up a drink or two and socialise with the other men before he continued the boring and repetitive work he had little choice to do. With a muted huff, he rose from his chair and set the samples aside for safekeeping, pushing his chair underneath his desk as he usually did, as most people did.

Fuchs turned on his heel and made his way to the door, opening it with a small push and stepping out into the chilly hallway. It was cold, but certainly not as cold as it was out there. The man began a slow pace down the hallway, hands tucked securely in his pockets to save them from the low temperatures.

His head was down and he was too lost in thought when he felt his body collide with another, he had bumped into someone. Once he looked up, he realised that someone was Nauls, and he seemed to be in a pretty good mood. Not like that was out of character for him.

“Oh, i'm sorry Nauls.” 

“Nah it's aight.” The cook returned the gesture, but just as he continued walking down the hallway about mid way through Nauls called out for him.

“Ay fuchs! why don't you come chill with me for a sec, ya know… try n’ take your mind off of things for once in a while… eh?” He's got this dumb, yet mischievous look on his face like he's up to no good, all teeth and no gum.

Fuchs thought about it for a second,now in other circumstances he would have disagreed,but the exhausting work and constant condescension from Blair at times lately had him strung out and sensing he was in dire need of a break, he obliged.

“Well…if you insist.” Nauls grinned and gripped Fuchs hand albeit tightly as he led him down the hallway towards the greenhouse, Fuchs couldn't help but slightly wince at the way his hand was being held in such a vice grip.

“I don't mean to be a bother– but you’re kind of squeezing my hand right now”

Nauls laughed, high pitched and almost manic. He seemed to be in a good mood oddly enough.

“Oh my bad bwana!, I ain't mean to squeeze you so hard!”

Fuchs gently smiled, he found Nauls cute sometimes.

“I suppose you’re in a good mood today perhaps…did the three wise ghosts visit you last night?” he jokes.

Nauls still grinning shrugged “Oh you know! God works in mysterious ways.”

They eventually make it to the greenhouse. The tropical heat in the room as well as the plants served as great contrast to the scenery compared to the otherwise cold and lifeless rooms in the building.

Fuchs is just about to comment on it when all of a sudden– Nauls kisses him.

Huh, that's new.

For a second he’s too stunned to react his mind too busy processing what just happened and then he starts kissing back.

And it's funny cause Nauls isn't even his type if he's being honest , he's too young, too soft and round, sure hes cute, he's not the one Fuchs fantasies about during cold lonely nights when no-one else is awake, doesn't spend his nights rubbing himself off to whilst he attempts to bite into his hand to quiet the noise as he spills all over his hand and yet–

He doesn't know why perhaps it's a combination of both pent up frustration from his monotonous work life and isolation that perhaps makes him more receptive to Nauls affection, well whatever it is, he doesn't want to stop.

He pulls himself back for just a moment allowing himself to breathe, but finds no use as Nauls bashes their lips together again and Fuchs ultimately gives up trying to resist and just lets it happen.

Too far in to back out now.

He opens his mouth and allows Nauls’ tongue to slide its way into his mouth and explore the inside, his teeth gently grazing his soft plump lips as he shoves his tongue in deeper and deeper and then-

An audible loud crunch sound echoes across the room as the taste of copper and iron quickly floods his mouth.

He looks up at Nauls just in time to see him grin widely, all teeth, no gums.

Before he even has a chance to fully process what's happening Nauls quickly pounces on him and pins him to the floor– and straight out of a horror movie his face splits apart into different sections like rose petals as tentacles sprout from it, slime and gunk spilling onto the floor as it oozes from his face.

He doesn't get much time to think when his eyes get obliterated and his brain essentially fondled.

The door then opens, two figures walk out and are then greeted by the sight of Palmer leaning against the wall whilst huffing a blunt, he slowly turns to look at the two.

“Took you two some time huh?”

“Yup but don't you worry! For we got it alllll figured out in the end.” Nauls turns around and looks behind himself.

“Didn't we Fuchs?” and he grins, all teeth no gum.

Fuchs stares blankly.

“Yes. We did.”

The both of them don't bother to notice the single tear droplet that gently rolls down his cheek.