An Infernal Love

Mortensen Castle, November 16th 1798, Diary of Sir Viggo Mortensen


8 a.m.

I have locked the door of his room and blocked his window with a minor spell, as well as placing wards around the chamber but I can still hear his ranting. I caught him late yesterday eveing on the roof of the castle, desperatelx trying to find a way down. It was a fruitless attempt of course.
I had sensed his wish to flee and thus was able zo intercept him iin time.

The wind was roaring around us as we faced each other and I could see that he was almost breaking.
“Why?” he yelled, lashing out at me but quickly caught in my grasp, “Why me? Who are you? What do you want with me? Why for heaven’s sake me?”
I longed to answer him, to explain things to him but I knew that he would not be able to understand what I wanted to say, that he did not want to listen to me. All he wabted was to get away as fast and far as possible.

How was I supposed to tell him? All I wanted was to make him stay, to assure him that he need not fear me but he refused to calm down and continued to fight me, to hit and kick me. The worst thing was the rush of desire I felt as I held him against me, tried to soothe him somehow. Suddenly all I could think of was kissing him, to make him tremble with desire and longing instead of rage. My breathing stopped as he suddenly ceased his struggling,his wrists still imprisoned in my hands as he stared at me from wide storm grey eyes.
“You…” he started, his voice barely more than a whisper, “Is this why you kept me here?”

I understood too late, he had already pressed himself against me and I was helpless as his lips crushed mine in a forceful kiss. I arched into him, confused but not wanting the kiss to end, ot caring thst this kiss was born from anger instead of passion, hungering for him to deepen the kiss but he quickly drew away, panting an d with the anger still in his eyes.
“Let me go!” he yelled and all I couold do was shake my head, unable to voice my thoughts. I had no other chance to get out of the situation, so I used my powers to render him unconscious and carried him to his rooms, locking him in.

He has been awake for quite some time now and I really should go and talk to him. It is just that I am afraid. Even more afraid than I was when challenging God.

Later that day,

David is now asleep in his room. I do nbot know how many hours passed while I talked to him and I do not care.

He had been raving and ranting since he woke but as soon as I turned the key and stepped in an icy silence greeted me. He seemed determined to ignore me at first, turning his back to me and staring at the barred window. Even the stiffness of his back seemed dismissive and unforgiving.

I quickly worked another minor spell and addressed him. And once he turned to yell at me, the anger in his eyes causing me to take a step back. How surprised he was when no sound came as he tried to scream!
“Please sit down, David,” I said as gently as I could, gesturing towards the bed, “There are some things I really have to explain. And I will answer all your questions,” I added as I sensed his doubts.
“Devil” Satan! Demon!” his mind screamed at me, recoiling as I reached out to touch his thoughts. “So Ian told you.” Isighed as he finally settled on the bed, angrily glaring at me, “I had feared as much.”
He crossed his defensively in front of his chest, his icy glare unwaveringly fixed upon me. I conjured up a chair, placed it next to the bed and sat donw. I knew that the sudden appearance of the chair would unsettle David and hoped that his surprise might trick him into listening to me.
“Did Ian also tell you that he was my pupil?”
David nodded.
“Did he tell you that I forced him to become my apprentice?”
Another tentative nod.
“He lied,” I said flatly, “He sought me out, demanded that I help him. I will not tell you of the reasons but he did. I taught him only as much as I deemed save for him to know but he always hungered for more. More knowledge, more spells, more power. I was too grateful to have at least some sort of company to quesation his ways of learning. You have read about the Moraki, I know that Ian gave you his diary,” I said as he tried to interrupt me by geasturing wildly.
“But I could not know what Ian had become. I only know what I learned, and I learned a lot throughout the millenia in which I have walked this earh but contary to what man choose to believe my powers are limited.”
“No,” I added, sensing his hope that maybe, just perhaps I was not what the book had told him.

“I have many names,” I continued, “But at the moment I prefer the name Viggo. Others may call me a demon, Satan, Devil, Scheijtan or Beelzebub but these were never my names. God made a curious mistake when he created mankind.

In the beginning it was only Him and us, the glorious ruler of all realms and the angels to worship Him.” I paused, giving David some time to let this sink in. I knew, and understood, how stunned he was.
“The Archangels were the ones closest to His light, his dearest creatures who were the onlx angels to directly converse with Him and relay his commands to the other angels. The Orophim always revelled in his light, singing His praises with the choires of the Seraphim, the weakest of us all.
Yes,” I nodded, getting up to pace restlessly through the room, “I say us because I was among them. I am indeed a fallen angel, the Bible was right on that.

Everything was as it should be, a perfect harmony of living in His realms but then He created earth and man. Many of the archangles did not care for His creation, they were shocked that they looked alike to us, but some of us, among them Michael, Raphael, Uriel and I, descended onto earth and looked at what He had done.

How wondrous everythinig seemed to me then! Humankind looked alike to us but they were so different in body and nature. We were spiritual being, none of us had a body but the humans did. And they could only touch things with their hands instead of with their thoughts. Even back then when they lived in small tribes, consisting of only a few or sometimes even a sinlge family –how new the concept of kin was to us! – they had a simple but profound understanding of the world they lived in.

God created them, create you, yes, but after that He never directlyinteracted with them, never revealed himself to them and we angels were invisible to their eyes. Earth and everything that lived and grew upon it was a miracle and a riddle to us for we had never seen death before.
And yet mankind knew that theremust be something and we watched in amazement as they worshipped Him, an entity unknown to them but man was always sure that there was something, someone, who had created them.
Even more astounding was the concept of of immoral souls housed in mortal flesh. An uproar went through the heaven’s as we noticed that man’s souls did not pass when they died but instead stayed on, floating in the twilight between earth and His realm, heaven as you call it, though there are many of them.

I was the first to cry out at this injustice and demand that the souls of the deceased be given a proper place, maybe even a realm of their own.” I paused, gulping to force awayx the lump that had formed in my dry throat and for a moment ceased my pacing.
David’s whole demeanour had changed and I saw that he had been listening enrapturedly for quite some time. He nodded, encouraging me to go on.

“I will not bore you with the details and the wars that followed but in the end those human souls whom God deemed worthy were allowed to enter the heavens. I do not know how He judged them but the rest of the souls was doomed to remain in the twilight.
Most of the angels stayed in heaven after that, their curiousity satisfied by mingling with the souls that had been admitted but I and a few others continued to walk the earth and finally I found a way to call matter to me and give myself a solid form.
I fell in love with being in a human body right then, the first time the wind caressed my face.
It was back then that I learned to live with and love the human race. For many years I lived among them as one of their own, teaching them what I knew and even taking one of their daughters as my wife.

It was then that God decided to end my happiness. A trial was held and He declared that I was to govern another realm and that the souls which were still caught in the twilight between the realms and the souls of those who would die in the future should be housed there till He deemed them worthy of moving on to the heavens.
Many angels protested against this renewed injustice as they perceived it and followed me when I fisrt formed my realm which you know now by the name of hell. Thus we fell in the eyes of God.
I work againts him because I know that He makes mistakes and that is my only means of pointing them out.” I released a heavy, shivering breath and turned to David, releasing him from the spell.

Dazed he massaged his throat while I waited for his verdict.
“Why?” he asked finally, “Why are you here on earth and not in your… realm?”

“I have always liked earth better,” I admitted, relieved that he seemed to somehow accept my account of what had happened, “And I like to keep track of ym descendants.”
Slowly David got up, taking a few steps till he stood right before me, his grey eyes thoroughly probing mine. “You really care,” he said finally while all I could do was try not to stare at his mouth, “But you still haven’t told me why you wanted me here, why you called me.”

“I had no idea what exactly could have happened to Ian,” I admitted, “And the onhly book which could have told me had disappeared, had been stolen by Ian as I now know, and you were said to be one of the best doctors in England. I needed your help.”
“And do you still need it?”
“No.”
“Then why keep me?”
“You have seen too much.”
“No one would believe me.”
“I have come to care for you,” I whispered finally, breaking away from his gaze, “The others who followed me were looking for a new leader and are my minions rather than my companions. Working aginst the creator of all is lonely work.”

He said nothing and instead reached out, lifting my chin till I was forced to look at him once more. Again he seemed to search my eyes for something though for what I do not know.
“I believe you.” A whole avalanche of rocks seemed to fall from my heart as his words registered with me.
“Thank you,” I whispered, not knowing what else to say. For seemingly endless seconds we stared at each other and I lost myself in his eyes.
“And now?” he asked, “What about Ian?”
I grimaced.
“He is dangerous,” I replied, “I cannot allow him to roam the world the way he is now.”
“What about tzhe cild?” David asked stepping back, causing my body to scream out against the loss of proximity, “You brought her to the castle, you gave her to Ian, why?”
“Because he would have killed you if I hadn’t.”

Shock clouded David’s eyes as he frowned. “You did that to protect me? But why that child?”
“She was sick, she would have died anyway.”
“I see,” he nodded slowly, his strange thoughtfulness making me uneasy, “How much?”
“How much?”
“How much?” he repeated again, eyes narrowing.
I knew thyat he had noticed my arousal during our on the roof and I felt that I had already lied to him far too often.
“This much,” I whispered, shyly leaning in for a kiss, claiming his lips as gently as I could, leaving him enough space to back out if he wished to. He did not.

Kissing David was all that I had thought it would be. Firm but yielding lips moved against mine and a thrill rushed through me as he moaned softly, leaning against me and wrapping his arms around me.
Eagerly I returned the embrace, deepening the kiss but still careful not to go too fast.

Panting we drew apart, thightly holding on to each other. Amazed I stared at him, marverlling at the change in him. He smiled at me, a slightly crooked smile that tugged at my heart.
“David…” I whispered, once more kissing him. That time he tried to take control of the kiss, leaving my mind reeling.
“Viggo….” He mimicked my throaty qhisper. Hearing my name whispered like that blew my control. Hungrily I opened his lips, sliding my tongue inside, circling his in an erotic dance of need. I tried to pull him even closer, feeling his hardness against my thighas he responded to my touch.

My irritated hands only encountered his jacket and shirt and so I started to unbutton them, not even noticing what I was doing.
The next thing I knew was that we were both naked and on the bed. He lay beneath me on his back, vulnerable but never as vulnerable as I am to his smile, and I was surprised to find some kind of trust in his eyes.
Gingerly I leaned in to kiss him again, capturing his lips in a mind-blowing union that once more left both of us panting. Slowly I kissed my way down his throat and onto his chest, teasing his hardened nipples with tongue and teeth before moving further downwards

David moaned and arched into the caress, writhing and incoherently pleading for more. His fingers buried themselves in my hair as I finally reached his hardened flesh, first licking teasing circles around the tip and then kissing him until he could stand it no more.
“Please…” was all he seemed capable of groaning as I finally took him into my mouth, relaxing my throat to allow him to thrust even deeper.
His movements were erratic, frantic sonn and it was not long before his essence filled my mouth and I swallowed greedily, cherishing every drop he gave of himself till, with a last yelp of pleasure, he stilled beneath me.

“David?” I whispered, lying down beside him and kissing his throat, “Is everything alright?”
Worried I kissed the tears way that stained his heateed cheeks.
“Yes, yes I am,” he gulped, smiling at me, “It’s just that I… that was… I mean….”
“It’s okay,” I grinned, “I think I understand.”
“Thank you.” Whispered David, sniggling up against me, holding me as close as he could.
I was still hard and needy but I labouringly crushed my desire since he was already falling asleep on me. I too fell asleep after that, more happy than ever before, but I do not require as much sleep as humans do and so I left our bed when I woke and retired to the library, where I am now writing this entry.
Our bed, how strange that sounds to my ears!

I do not know what we should or will do about Ian but after all that happened today I feel that things may be alright again – at least for as long as David will live.
It saddens me to know that I will lose him one day but I intend to use our days as well as possible.

I sense that he is slowly waking and do not wish for him to wkae alone, so this must be it for now.