FLAME

Thank you pink and my lovely beta's for the reviews :) I really appreciate them :)
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"My children you have honored me… you may depart, we will begin to assemble our army in two days time. Be ready for your orders," she said as she stood over Lucius prostrate and nude form.

He gazed up into her glowing violet eyes and the fire blazed inside him. He could not focus on anything else around her, and did not notice the pair of red eyes glaring at him from behind Azriel.

“Thomas, I must thank you for giving me such an excellent servant,” she said as she studied Lucius’s flushed face.

Voldemort took her hand in his. “My queen, I am glad he is of some purpose to you,” he hissed into her ear. She gripped his hand painfully.

“Thomas your transparency disgusts me… you are jealous of my new servant, and you still choose to sacrifice him after he exhausted himself for me,” she spat at him. Voldemort knew not to push her anger, for it could cost him a limb in a fit of her rage.

“He has a son to replace him, just as useful, only less willful and insubordinate,” he soothed. “He is too valuable to me. You must choose another’s blood to spill,” she commanded.

She knelt down and placed her finger tips over Lucius half lidded eyes and shut them. The last thing he saw before a deep sleep overcame him was her violet eyes.

Lucius woke up feeling those same eyes on him again. Still nude, he found himself covered by the sheets of a large warm bed. Azriel sat on the edge of his bed staring at him, a wicked half smile across her placid face. His head was spinning and he could not collect his thoughts. His senses seemed to be overloaded and he could smell her intoxicating scent, the scent of lilies. He felt weighted to the bed by the way she charged the air around her.

“My Queen…” he hoarsely whispered to her. “Shhh Lucius, you need to rest,” she said as she placed her hand on his chest and pushed him back into the pillows.

“I want you,” was all he managed to whisper to her in his delirium.

“You are so brash my chosen one,” she said as she snaked her hand up to cup his face. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Chosen?” he mouthed to her. Her eyes flashed in satisfaction.

“Mmm yes, you are very special to me Lucius, but first I must… introduce myself to you.” She stroked his hair and rested her hand over his forehead.

He could feel her soft skin on him as his mind flooded with a myriad of voices. Visions rapidly flashed before his eyes as she implanted her story into his mind. He saw her bathed in a blinding light before she was cast into darkness. The visions forced upon him were horrifying; bodies and blood, wars and death surrounded her. His body shook and his eyes fluttered. He wanted these plaguing visions to stop.

As the dead bodies faded from his mind, he saw Azriel holding a
child in her arms and a young man with his head lying in her lap. The three looked so peaceful and beautiful, but the light soon faded from her face. A flood of tears cascaded down her beautiful face as she wept over the dead bodies of the child and the man.

He saw she had wings, huge black angel’s wings that looked as beautiful and terrifying as she. The visions turned darker, even darker than before as she appeared drenched in blood on a battle field.

She was there from the beginning of time it seemed, during every horrific scar on mankind’s past. She was there at the first and last war against the muggles; she was there during all the darkest stretches of history. There were orgies and ceremonies of blood stretching his mind to its limit. He saw her resting under a glass case, Voldemort as a young handsome man kneeling before her glass coffin and the last thing Lucius saw before she eased out of his frantic mind was her large and glowing violet eyes flash open.

Lucius was filled with terror, she was death incarnate… Azriel, the angel of death. When she stopped the images from flooding his mind, he found himself sobbing and trembling at the carnage she endured. It was too much for one person to bear, and he had seen his share of blood and death, but the awesome fear and realization that Death was sitting within arms reach of him made his blood run cold. She watched him indifferently while he wept. He hid hisface from her and recoiled wildly when she snaked her hand over his arm. With what little energy he had left, he sprang from the bed like a caged animal.

“Yes, I suppose it is wise that you should fear me. Who does not fear Death? But do not be ashamed of your tears… they are what make you mortals so unique after all,” she said calmly.

Lucius felt like he was going to crash to the floor any second and felt his legs give out from under him. In a flash, she had grabbed him and pressed him against the wall. She held him there with one delicate hand wrapped around his neck as she stared into his eyes. She leaned against him and gently licked away his tears, savoring their salty essence with her tongue. “I have no tears left Lucius… I drained them from my body the night they died”.

Lucius fragile mind thought to the child and man lying dead in her arms, her lover and child, taken from her during the plague. He was trembling against her and yet, her tongue set his skin ablaze with lust. He then realized he was naked and pressed against her. He felt like he knew everything and nothing about her all at once. She was an angel of destruction and death, and that she had turned renegade once her child and lover died, was apparent to him through her visions.

She helped him back to the bed and he sat on the edge. He could not help his hands from trembling as they shot out and wrapped around her waist. He buried his face against her stomach and held on to her for dear life.

“Lucius my beautiful Lucius… you fear me yet you cling to me… I admire your strength. Thomas could not handle half of the visions I revealed to him,” she said as she stroked his hair.

He could not form words, he had felt and experienced too much to express himself in that moment. She snaked her hands through his hair and cupped his face in her hands.

“When you are ready, I will reveal more to you,” she said wordlessly with her eyes. He looked deeply into those violet eyes, the eyes of the angel of death and understood how so many men had fallen under her spell. She gently claimed his mouth and Lucius felt his entire body warm to her kiss.

He felt more and more light headed as she possessed his mouth with hers. When she explored his chest with her delicate hands he became instantly hard, she could feel his hard cock pressing into her as he sucked on her tongue greedily. He slowly snaked his hands around her waist and gripped onto her as she brought him higher and higher into ecstasy. She released the kiss and he stared dazed at her. “I have shown you my past, when you are ready I will show the present and past… you will be very valuable to me Lucius, but for now I need you to sleep”. She said gently as his eyes slid shut and he collapsed onto the bed.