Viced Ascension

((A story idea I came up with after listening to a country song about visiting Heaven for a day. I did a lot of research on the angel before I made it. I think it works.

No bible-pressing me though, I understand this may not be the way everyone thinks. Its just a creative idea that I felt like sharing.

Enjoy the read.))

It was... Dark... very dark. Hard to see, the world was lit only be a pale glow from somewhere in the sky. Wouldn't that be moonlight? A pair of emerald eyes looked up to see the stars in the sky. Hazy was her view, so it was closer to a lot of white blurs. She tried to move, but her hands wouldn't budge. Neither would her legs, for that matter. Blinking, her vision was returning, and so was her memory. It was mid-day last she remembered. Where was she? She didn't lie down to take a nap or anything... In fact, she was out of her house before now... Then it came to her.

Walking down the sidewalk, from her home to... Maybe not all of it was coming to her, but she remembered her head hurting really bad. Now that she thought about it, it still did. Where ever she was now though, it was obvious it was not at home, and not near home. It looked like an alley of some description... The texture against her back... Chain link? Turning her head, she confirmed it. She had been sleeping against this apparently. The back of her head had some sort of sore, and her neck ached from not lieing down this whole time. Pulling her hands again, she finally figured out why they wouldn't move. Tied down by some sort of rope, her legs were the same way. Her hands above her head, stuck to the fence of linked chain. Her feet... They were spread apart, each one tied to a heavy, full drum of something. She wasn't moving moving them. Trying to speak was pointless as well... Her mouth was gagged by something, felt like cloth.

She had worn her skirt today, which felt oddly breezy, even with open legs. Looking down, she noted it was flapped up a bit, and the residue of some liquid lay between her legs. Blinking, she suddenly realised she should be very scared. Now she was. Held here against her will, undergarments missing from her loins, and tied up... This had not only ended badly already, but was about to get worse. She heard a metal door slam somewhere nearby, and some people talking... What did they want?

"... Give the toy another spin." She overheard the last bit, and wondered what that meant... Then a few men came around the corner, and stopped when they noticed she was awake.
"Damnit, she's up. Need to get the boss. No fun yet." He turned around, and performed a motion similar to zipping up his pants. She heard the door slam again. What was that made of? Steel? She waited for what felt like an eternity.

Eventually, a man in a business suit stepped out, that door slamming once more. His skin was tanned, but he appeared to be a genuine caucasian fellow. Following suit were two other men, one of African descent, and the other some kind of Hispanic. These two wore some kind of rags, it seemed. Wife-beaters and baggy jeans. Nothing sharp like the center-piece of trio, standing in from with short-cropped hair and a cigar poking from his lips. Looked like a very generic gangster. He pulled the cigar from his lips, twitching his fingers a few times to knock off the ash from the end.

"So, you're awake. Sorry, my boys couldn't help themselves. They had some fun while you was down. Hope its alright." His grin scared the ever-living shit out of her. Like all of this was just fun and games... With that note, it angered her to no end. That he could think this was all fun and games. His voice sounded very much like a generic Brooklyn mobster as well. She also realised that the liquid between her thighs was, in fact, a confirmed suspicion... This day couldn't get uch worse, that's for sure.

"Well then, Sweety, let's get down to business. I wanted you awake for when it was my turn," the cigar spun around in the air as he spoke, pausing at particular moments for dramatic effect. He tapped out the cigar again, and then flicked it away, and grinned.
"So, let's start, shall we?" She was terrified now. Absolutely scared. She was about to be... Penetrated by this ruthless stranger and there was nothing she could do. She began to cry, muffled sobs pouring through the sash binding her voice.
"I like 'em when they make noise..." the mob leader said, and bent down over her, still clothed. "This is gonna be fun..." Her head backed away, tears streaming into the muzzle over her lips. She shook, her head back forth as if to refuse, and her body in tremors that rocked the fence behind her.

Then she saw it, behind them. Something in the air. A round, circular shape. It hovered in the air for a moment before spreading, a golden halo in the sky behind them. It began to glow, stopping all three of the gang members in their tracks. The woman smiled behind her gag, still crying and sobbing. She was saved, they were caught. They knew it, there wasn't a way to escape. The halo fell to the ground, a body appearing as it passed in the space between the originating point and the pavement. This figure was large. Gigantic, its body was broad and covered in fur where its 'clothing' did not show.

Bulky body, covered in armor. Plate skirts that hid its feet, a chest plate that did not cover the arms past the shoulders. Said arms were laid out in golden hair, a sheet of shining fur that glowed even in this moonlight. Clawed fists held to a longsword. To a human, that would probably ammount to a very heavy claymore. The armor, weaponry, and even portions of the fur were decorated in words of a forgotten language, hymns to God; as well as golden trim that shone through the blackness. However, all of this paled compared to its more notable features: Armor above the shoulder, and wings.

Its helmet left quite the impression. An infant's face, held still and frozen into a gaping mouth and wide eyes, looked down upon the gang members. From what would be the area where back of the head and neck meet, a long protrusion moved around the back and over the infant mask. It became the head of a vulture. This piece of the armor moved, scanning its surroundings closely.

The pauldrons on its shoulders were each different. The left one was a lion's head, set in a roaring pose. Mane rolled past its shoulder, stopping just before the neck. The right was an oxen's head, horns spilling into the area above its shoulder. It looked like it was snorting, and occassionally did so, steam billowing from the nose, which had a ring through it.

The wings. Oh, the wings. They were what set the mood with this creature. Four of them, conjoined at their base, held outward in pride. All across them glowed symbols that looked like eyes. A thousand tiny scrying orbs that made one feel watched over and over and over again.

Taking in every inch of its body was literally impossible. Things moved and changed. The gilding roamed the bright white armor, the wings moving sometimes, and the vulture's head swaying to examine everything. Now that its presence was fully known, the mobsters began to back up, meeting chain link. It spoke.

"Presence of fear detected. You are in Heaven. You understand this, correct, human?" Their leader clenched at the link, and gulped. The monotonous voice of the angel scared them, like a robot from some sci-fi movie.
"Y-yea. All negative emotions will be monitored, right? We're supposed to be happy here?"
"That is correct." The vulture seemed fixated on something on the ground. The cigar. "That object is not permitted here. Why do you have it?"
"I, uhh... I needed a smoke." He tried to grin, but it didn't work.
"The woman is tied to that fencing. This looks... suspicious. As a Cherubim, you know my duty is to stop suspicious activity," the man nodded, "You know you are in violation of the Laws. I must banish you."

The three men turned around to climb the fence, but not fast enough. The Cherubim held his blade forward, and a bright light flashed. The two shoddy ones disappeared, a black smoke left in their dispersion.
"You have broken the Law. You will be sent to Hell, to spend the rest of your eternity."
"No, no! I ain't done here yet!" Those were the leader's final words as he too dispersed from the realm.

The Cherubim turned to look at the girl on the ground. He returned his weapon to a sheath at his side. Making his way to her, a tail could be seen dragging behind it. It poked from the armor, and had a lion's look to it. That small tuft of fur at the end. Kneeling over, it cut the rope with his claws, and pulled the sash from her as gently as it could. She felt nothing. However, its presence gave her joy. She reached up to hug the thing, never happier to see one of them. She felt a heavy weight on her lift. She realised the angel was standing up,a nd she had to let go.

"My duty is done. You are safe. I am sorry I could not arrive sooner." The same way it had appeared, a golden halo rose from the floor and took it away. The area settled back into darkness, and the girl ran home, crying her eyes out with fear and joy.