When Vynessa summons the demon Azaziel to exact revenge on those who wronged her, no one could have prepared her for the uproar that would become her life. She unknowingly unleashes a very powerful and very seductive force into her life that changes EVERYTHING. As Vynessa becomes more and more entwined with Azaziel, she must confront the darkness within herself and decide whether to wallow in her past and deep depression, or finally become what her name depicts; A glass of wine for a God.
View MoreVynessa stumbled away from the kitchen counter, her heart pounding as she stared at the glass mug that laid in a broken mess on the floor beside her feet.
"Great. Just great!" she mumbled to herself, irritated, as she slowly slid down to the kitchen floor and sat alone in her dimly lit apartment, the weight of the world pressing down on her shoulders. "I can't even make a simple coffee" She whispered again as she sat. She didn't even bother to pick up the glasses. She could not summon the strength. She didn't have it in her. Not today, not for a long time. The darkness outside mirrored the darkness within her as she stared blankly at the kitchen walls, her once bright eyes now clouded with despair. She was so tired. So fucking tired. The only sound in the room was the soft hum of the refrigerator, a stark reminder of the emptiness that consumed her, ate at her from within. Even turning her head to the side was a Herculean task. The bad thoughts we're coming again and she needed to take her anti-depressants. It had been a year since she was clinically diagnosed as depressed, a year since she had been placed on numerous anti-depressants, and nothing was changing. In fact, she didn't know if she would even know if things were changing. The shrill sound if her phone ringing, brought her back from her drifting thoughts. It was strange because her phone never rang. She had no body who would bother to call her. Even her boyfriend only just texted her the locations for where he would like to meet her. There we're usually motels and hotels, but the point was, he never called. Vynessa, slid back up and walked to the adjoining sitting room were her phone was. Her heart rate sped up. Her boyfriend was on the line. "He-hello?" She answered nervously like the phone would explode. "Yeah, Nessa. It's Wilson. I'm on a time crunch so I need you to listen up" "K" Nessa responded "I got my results in, and I didn't do very well. Which means, you didn't do very well, since I-well, since I copied off of you. And now, I'm needing to work double on my school work. I think we need to break up so I can concentrate on, y'know, getting better grades..." ... "And better pussy!... " Vynessa heard someone say on the other end of the line before they chuckled and Wilson was back to talking. "... Sorry about that. So, yeah. I just broke up with you. Remember, it's not you, it's me. Good bye, Nessa" He obviously didn't hang up after, because she could still hear Wilson's friend on the line talking, so Nessa stayed on the line. "... You're so fucking corny. It's not you, it's me. You stupid fucker. That bitch had to go, bruv. She was always cramping up your style" "Tell me about it, I was only with her for the free pussy. You know girls who don't like themselves are always cheerful givers" Wilson said before he joined his friend as they laughed. "I just couldn't take it anymore. She was so fucking dull, even the sex was dull. Fuck, I had enough when she kept asking me if I'll fucking stay with her forever. Like fucking hell, have you seen me? Why would I be stuck with the grim reaper forever, bro? " They laughed again. Vynessa had heard enough. She hung up and walked back to the kitchen to sit. She had dated Wilson for six months and to think that she got dumped on the phone, in that manner. She wanted to cry, she really wanted to cry it all out, but she was so numb, so fucking numb inside that the tears refused to fall. If only she could just feel If only she could just feel something other than the blinding numbness that blanketed her mind. "Ah!!" A sharp, intense pain shot through her body straight from her left foot. Vynessa looked down at her feet, at the red blood that pooled at her feet, at the broken glasses that she had just stepped on. "Fuck! What the fuck!! She looked up to the ceiling " you know, you really have a fucked up sense of humour. I asked to feel something, not to fucking bleed out of the floor! Why me!!? She slid down to the floor, defeated and just watched as her blood flowed freely. She didn't have any first aid kit on her apartment, pulling out the broken glasses embedded in her foot was a lot of work, and if she was being honest, the pain was a welcome feeling, much better than the emptiness she was drowning in. Even the jagged, sharp edges of the broken glasses and razors that usually called to her, didn't even look appealing anymore. She had tried to end her life multiple times, and she bore the scars to show, but she had never carried it out to the end. Vynessa just stared at the broken glass that had blended with in with her blood as the emptiness inside her churned. It was because of the emptiness that she had dated Wilson. Because of the numbness in her mind and soul that she had given her body to be used and misused severally, because she had wanted to feel something. Anything. "Maybe I should just die. It'll be better if I just died. If only I could fucking die" Vynessa fell asleep on her cold kitchen floor. Two cold showers, a scanty meal of salad and ranch dressing, and two hours of sleep later, Vynessa sat sprawled on her bedroom floor this time with her mind teetering on the edge of oblivion, her gaze fell upon the dusty old Ouija board tucked away in the corner of her room. She had only used it once, when she had had friends that hung out with her. She remembered her friends as they giggled, surrounding the quija board, they're index finders all placed on the pointer as she said "Is anyone here with us" When the candles beside them had flickered and gone off, every single one of them had screamed and run out of the house, pledging never to touch the board again. That time seemed like a life time ago. An idea, a stupid one born out of equal parts desperation and curiosity, took hold of her. She would play with the board, try to summon something. "What's the worst that could happen? I get possessed, die and be done with it, or I end up having a good time. It's a fucking win win, really" she said to no one in particular as she crawled to the corner of her room. If she couldn't end it all herself, maybe an evil spirit could just strike her dead. With trembling hands, she retrieved the board, turned on the candles and sat cross legged on the floor. The cold touch of the planchette sent shivers down her spine. Ignoring the dull warning bells in her mind, Vynessa hesitantly placed her fingers on the planchette, closed her eyes and breathed in deeply before mumbling, "Is there anyone here with me?" One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Her fingers didn't move, the planchette stayed stagnant. She looked around and nothing happened. No strange movement, nothing. Even the damned candle was still burning. "Is there anyone out there who can help me?" She tried again. Nothing. "Stupid, stupid, fake, outrageously, disgustingly stupid fucking game board!!! I knew this things were fake!! The one time I decide to believe in this stupid piece of shit, the one time." She didn't even realize she was crying until she said "I just really wish it was real. I wish this stupid board game was real. I wish someone could respond to me. Fucking answer me. Or maybe just kill me. Please" Vynessa pleaded as she cried. "...I don't want to be alive in a world where my boyfriend doesn't love me. Never loved me. Does not even regard me enough to break up with me in person. Where my friends hate me and gossip about me and fucking call me names" She began to full on sob, with tears falling from her eyes in torrents. She sniffled, struggling to breathe through the mucus blocking her nose as she stared up at the ceiling. She kept speaking and wailing, sobbing between every word. "I don't want to be in a world where my parents don't love me, and my family don't want me around. I just want it to be over... Please" Vynessa sobbed as she curled into a ball, and stared at the quija board. "Is anyone fucking here?" Vynessa cried out loud. The candles flickered and went off one by one, casting eerie shadows on the walls of her bedroom as if in response to her question. The air in the room stilled and chilled. Even her breath in front of her came out in frost. A chill ran down Vynessa's spine as the planchette moved with a will of its own. Her heartbeat picked up. Her blood roared in her veins and into her head, clouding her thoughts with fear. She could not breath, the fear paralyzed her, pinned her to the floor she laid on. Even with the tears blurring her eyes, she followed the planchette as it moved, spelling out the word: "Here" "Who are you" Vynessa whispered to the chill air. The planchette moved again spelling: "A.Z.A.Z.I.E.L" Before she could comprehend the gravity of her current situation, Vynessa could swear she felt the foundation of her house shake. Vynessa strained to look even in the darkness of her room as the point where the quija board layed cracked and then dipped inwards like her house was about to fall right into it's foundations. She could not scream, could not breathe, could not move as she watched a dark, sinister presence made of shadows slowly fill her room, suffusing the air with malevolence, right from the middle of her room A dark figure materialized before her, its eyes gleaming red with flashes of gold, like lightening on a rainy night. She couldn't make out anything else since not only was she laying on the floor unmoving, it was dark, the whole room was pitch black save for moonlight streaming in from her window and the red eyes and shadows. "You. You called for me. Summoned me with such force, it was hard to resist. Do not lay there now looking broken and puny"Azaziel and Vynessa's had spent the next day in her house. Vynessa worked on her transcripts for school so she could finally graduate. While Azaziel disappeared every two hours, only to come back home to drop a hard kiss on her lips before vanishing again. The last time he had appeared, she was taking a quick shower, and well... All she could say when he was done going down on her was "fuck" and just like several other times, he vanished again.Vynessa found herself always checking the clock even as she worked on the transcripts.The school transcripts had been Azaziel's idea. That was Azaziel's new plan for her. Finish school and move on to other things. She had almost graduated when her last bout of depression hit, so she took a gap year. Now he was making her choose between changing schools and moving to a new school or staying in the same school, where all her ex friends still were, and she did not know which was best. With a groan, Vynessa pushed everything to the side and dec
A third invisible finger slid inside her just as she got ready to suck him deep into her mouth. Her mouth fell open in a silent gasp of pure bliss and she gripped his thighs to help her cope with the sensations. That was when his cock thrust inside her mouth. She should have remembered the dominant demon would always add a twist to things. He always loved it when things went his own way. Azaziel was a sneaky fucker. Her mouth was so damn hot it was almost too hot. Just seeing those plush lips wrapped around him was enough to make Azaziel groan. As her tongue rubbed the underside of his cock, he growled. “You have the most fuckable mouth I’ve ever seen.” And he was going to enjoy it. As the icy fingers alternated between driving inside her and teasing her clit, Vynessa helplessly moaned around the thick cock that literally fucked her mouth. "You feel so good, Vynessa darling. So damn good" he said. She could barely make out his words. She could feel everything. Vynessa
The restraint Azaziel had been holding on to tightly almost snapped completely as she repeated again. "kiss me".With a low growl, Azaziel walked towards Vynessa, covering the distance between them in an instant. He looked her dead in the eye, his eyes flashing read, showing her just a little of what he could unleash on her if she kept playing coy with him. " Don't regret this later, Vynessa darling. I would not be gentle. I would not apologize for how I plan to take you. How I plan to claim you." He growled, the sparks in his eyes becoming even more prominent. Vynessa had to have been high on cheap drugs because she looked at him straight in his eyes, matching his energy with a force of her own, even Azaziel was impressed. "Do your worst, Azaziel. I can take you" she finally said. Azaziel smiled the darkest smile she had ever seen on him, the sky above them darkened forming thick clouds. Whatever was left of his restraint snapped totally. Azaziel grabbed her by the neck and cras
Azaziel seemed to live in a timeline of his own choosing because it took him three days before he showed up at Vynessa's house with a suitcase full of female clothes. When Vynessa opened the suitcases and asked who the clothes had been for, he simply replied; "They're yours Vynessa. Except you're insinuating they I have a secret stash of female clothes somewhere that I wear" Vynessa did not even a beat when she responded "with all the secrets you have? Being a low key cross dresser will be the least shocking of them all" Azaziel blinked in shock. At least she had her smart mouth back. "Pick a dress, and put it on. I've got something to show you" "And I have to dress up for it?" Vynessa asked, eyeing the bag full of expensive looking clothes and dresses. "Yes. Now go" Azaziel said. "Very Bossy" Vynessa murmured under her breath. "I can hear you, Vynessa. Go change" He said and stepped out of her room to give her privacy. "A Ferrari? Azaziel, Do you steal cars? How many lu
Vynessa stood up with renewed vigor and anger as she heard Azaziels voice. "Kill him? Kill him? Now you want to kill him? Where were you?" She asked and stomped towards him, pushing him back with her hands and hitting his chest. "Where the hell where you when he was here, saying all that to me?"Azaziel said nothing. "Where were you? You left me again? Went on your own way again? Why didn't you come for me?"Azaziel narrowed his eyes at her, and when she continued to hit him, he grabbed both of her hands and holding her steady. "You know, it is common knowledge that God Himself stayed still and watched His own Son be beaten, crucified and then killed by mere humans for a purpose" Azaziel said calmly in his usual poetic way. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Vynessa hissed. "Look at all that anger in your eyes, feel the force of your punches on my chest, look at you, you actually have it in you... So why didn't you fight HIM? He was right in front of you, talking in your f
Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Vynessa stood in silence for a minute and then two before something else he had said stood out and clicked. "Issue?" Was all she could manage to say. Azaziel blinked. Twice."Thats what you're worried about? Not everything else that I've said but the fact that it is an issue that you're my anchor?""It is an issue?""You know that's not what I mean, Vynessa. But then, would anyone imagine their anchor being a human, instead of one their kind? Doubtful."When she didn't respond, he stepped closer to her, but still kept space between them. "You saw what I can do. That's the simplest of parlor trucks for me. And you're just so human and breakable and forgive me if I don't want to throw you headfirst into my world with all its scares and fears".She had seen what he was capable of. She also knew she was painfully human. But despite knowing all that about him, Vynessa didn’t fear him. Not li
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