The Aves of Maria

Absolutum Dominium or "Absolute Dominion."
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He could feel her breath coming in hot, quick pants against his wrist as his other hand tightened against and fondled the curve of her waist.

"You're disgusting," he hissed into the shell of her ear. She whimpered, tears falling from her eyes over the back of his hand.

"You tricked me, misled me, you deceived me, you disgusting, filthy whore! You're a god-awful siren in an angel's skin, aren't you?

He splayed his fingers across her stomach, fondled her breasts, tore the rosary from her bosom, bit and suckled the juncture between her shoulder and neck. She whimpered and quietly sobbed against his palm.

"I hate you so much, right now," he said lowly, "So much. And yet…" he dipped his down to the apex of her thighs, stroking the flesh he found there, making her cry all the harder, "You do this to me." He pressed her tightly against him, making it impossible for her to not notice his arousal. She felt unbelievably wonderful against his flesh. "I hate that you continue to do this to me, it's as if my body doesn't want to forget what I once longed for."

She made a strange snorting noise and he realized that his hand was impeding her breathing, her nasal passageways clogging with mucus. The sound was irritating.

"I'm going to remove my hand now. If you scream, I will kill you. If you try to get away, I will kill you. If you try to make noise to alert the employees, I will kill you. Understand?"

She nodded stiffly. The back of his hand was wet with tears as he slipped his fingers away from her jaw line. She gasped, sucking in precious air and loosened a half-suppressed wail of despair.

"Why?" She keened. "Why are you doing this? Who are you?"

He ignored her questions. "I'm going to make you suffer, Maria. You're going to understand how much I wanted you, and how much you hurt me." He began to move his hands, squeezing her breast in his palm, sliding his fingers through the petals of her womanhood.

"No, God, no, please don't!" She begged, but her captor was deaf to her pleas. Her head hung limply, her hair cascading over her cheekbones.

It didn't take long for her to react to his touch; though it was obvious she was struggling valiantly against her body's instinctive urges. She was whimpering, subconsciously spreading her legs further apart, centimeter-by-centimeter, as he massaged her warm core.

She was murmuring something, a prayer. "…Lord have mercy unto me, heal my soul, for I have sinned against thee…"

"I don't forgive you," He growled.

He felt her entire body stiffen and suppressed a throaty moan. He could easily imagine how perfectly wide her eyes were now.

"K-Kira," she breathed.

Light hummed deep in his chest, pulling her roughly against him, his aching manhood sliding between her thighs. He buried his nose in her hair, fondling her breasts with renewed vigor.

"How bright you are, my angel."

Her body convulsed with a sob. "Please… let me go. Don't do this…" She broke off into a sharp yelp as he pinched her clitoris harshly.

"Shut up. You certainly are no angel, are you, Maria? Angels don't have free will. But then, your body certainly is obedient, so perhaps it's not all hopeless for you, is it?"

"Why? Why? What do you want with me? Why are you…?" she cried.

"Why, you ask?" he laughed and it was a dark, hideous sound, "How can you not know? I am God and I am here to bless you with my Light, of course."

She whimpered something.

"What was that, my angel?"

"…ou monster."

Fury ignited in his chest like a firework gone wrong. Snarling he covered her mouth again and bit the cherry-colored hickey on her neck until he tasted blood. She thrashed in his grip, but despite their age difference, Light was stronger.

"I am a jealous god, Maria, just as the books say. You would do well to remember that." He whispered, relaxing his hold on her only when she gave up her struggles. He stroked her hair, lapping at the wound he had inflicted almost apologetically. "I reward those who are loyal to me and love them, but I smite the heathens, the sinners, the non-believers. I would be so soft and gentle with you, Maria, if only you stopped this foolish resistance."

Still she defied him. "You are no God. You're a pitiful, mortal mocker of the divine, the spawn of Satan, a selfish child treating human beings like ants under a magnifying glass. You will burn in Hell."

He hissed, his grip on her tightening to the point of bruising.

"Worship me!"

"God hates the sin, but he loves the sinner. You are not God!" She declared and was quickly quieted when he spun her around and crashed his lips against hers.

He ravaged her mouth perfectly, nibbling, sucking, slurping, exploring the ridges of her teeth with his tongue. He relished her moans, the fact that she was trying to hold them back making them even sweeter.

"Tell me," he began, keeping his mouth close against hers so that she couldn't focus on his facial features, "Have you been with a man since your husband died? Even once?" She whimpered, defiantly keeping silent. He slipped a finger between the folds of her cervix.

"Ah!"

"Tell me,"

"No!" She cried, "I've not! I've not so much as kissed another man! Akito-kun might have… could have… but he died…"

This information pleased Light immensely. He ravished her mouth again, groping her body expertly. "Really? Over half a decade without a man's touch, you're practically virgin all over again."

She wrenched her lips away from his. "Stop! Please! Stop torturing me, tormenting me, you evil bastard!" She sobbed. "If you're so determined to partake my flesh then rape me and be done with it, demon!"

He couldn't help it. He laughed. "Rape you? I would never do anything like that!" His voice lowered to a husky growl. "I judge men who rape. I give them heart attacks. Rapists are filthy criminals. No, my angel, I will not force myself on you. In fact, it will be you who will be crying for relief in the end."

"Never."

"We will see." He kissed her again, high off the taste and feel of her soft lips. She tasted strange; almost sweet, almost salty. 'Like sodium bicarbonate,' he thought. She pushed against him, moaning in despair, twisting her body this way and that, but his fingers dug into her scalp, holding her painfully in place as he dug his fingers deeper into her heated body. Stray tears seeped into the corners of his mouth, making him even more gleeful and vengeful.

He parted from her only when his breath grew short, trailing wet nibbles down her neck and over her shoulders and collarbones. She gasped for air like a beached fish, her entire form trembling. Light dipped his head lower to bite painfully at the curve of her breasts.

She squeaked and bit down on her lip, squeezing her eyes shut as she lifted her face heavenward.

"My Father which art in Heaven, hallowed by thy Name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done as it is in Heaven…"

He chuckled against her skin and her voice wavered.

"G-give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our t-tr-trespasses, as we f-for-forgive them that trespass against us…"

Light paused, suddenly furious. "Forgiven them that trespass against us"? Did that mean she was forgiving him? Ridiculous! Idiotic! It wasshe who should be begging for forgiveness from him!

"L-lead us not into" she sobbed, "t-te-tem-emptation, b-but deliver us" again she hiccupped, and Light slowly straightened his posture to loom over her, "D-deliver us f-from evi-evil, for thine is the k-kingdom, and the p-power, and the" she sobbed once more, "G-glory, for ever and ever. Amen."

"Who are you praying to?" Light hissed.

"God," she whispered, cheeks shining with her despair.

"I am God. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last. I am God."

"No."

"Yes! I am God! And as much as it sickens me to admit it, I am a God who made the mistake of falling in love with one of his angels. But no more." He pulled her flush against him, embracing her in a crushing, passionate hold. He dropped his voice to a whisper. Even now, when he felt so injured and heartily betrayed, he could not help but still long for Maria.

"Become mine." He told her and she shuddered in his grasp. "Forget the rest of the world and worship me and only me. I would love you so sweetly, Maria, you would never want for anything, never suffer anything. Please be mine. I ask for so little, just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave."

She was rigid, and a small, horrified noise escaped her.

"Yagami-kun. Yagami-kun is Kira."

He nuzzled the curve of her shoulder and closed his eyes. "Yes. How did you guess?"

"Yagami-kun doesn't use conjunctions." She sobbed. "Why? Why are you doing this to me? I don't understand!"

"You rejected me before I even confessed!" He roared, pulling back so that he could see her face and she his. She recoiled in terror as his fingernails dug into her fragile skin.

"And seeing you here, so bare, like this… it disgusts me! I can hardly stand it! And yet… and yet, still I…" He smashed his mouth against hers, dominating her as he shoved her against the wall of the bath. It was a possessive kiss, as intrusive and violating as his wandering hands, and the pressure would no doubt leave bruises on both of their lips.

"I am obsessed by you," he breathed, "Ever since that day at the church, after father's heart attack. I saw you and have since not been able to think about anything else but you. You seemed so good, so pure, so angelic, the very personification of what this rotten world should be like. I wanted to see you again, touch you, know who you were, see if I would find you identical with the ideal image of you which had remained with me and perhaps shatter my dream with the aid of reality.

"Yet, my feelings only grew stronger each time I even thought about you. At all events, I hoped that a new impression would destroy the first, and the first would become insupportable. When I had seen you twice, I wanted to see you a thousand times; I wanted to see you always. I waited for you under porches; I stood on the lookout for you at the street corners. Every evening I returned to myself more enamored than before!"

"Why?" She whispered, "You are crying. Why?"

And he was indeed weeping, tears dripping from his eyes to the hill of her shoulder as if he were a young child all over again.

"Because of you, Maria." He said, voice hoarse. "It's completely your fault. Say you'll be mine. Say it, and I'll make you the goddess of the new world.

She was silent for a moment, and he almost thought she wouldn't respond, then,

"I'd rather die."

He snarled, "Fine!"

He shoved his hand under the water again, and smothered her surprised shout with his mouth. He was hurting her now, he knew, but he didn't care. He wouldn't allow himself to care about her anymore; he would break her. He pressed himself between her thighs and swallowed her scream. He didn't penetrate her, however; he was no criminal rapist and she refused to give into her body's desires.

He came quickly, exhausting himself into the water behind her. She trembled and was quiet. At least he released her and stepped away, his demeanor icy. She sank partially into the water, holding back hysterics.

"If you ever tell anyone of what transpired here, I will kill you as well as your sister."

He left.