SEX TAPE FROM HEAVEN (PART 4 of 4 + Epilogue)

Armed with S-Grade Kevlar suit and sub-machine guns that pack firepower without any recoil which is perfectly made for all-out assault; the 7th Unit lead by Chief Sakamoto stormed the former nest, Maximillian Fernandez before he went out of their radar.

 

The White Mansion, as coined by junkies and punks in the street, has lost its former glory and beauty. Its gates and walls are now draped with dead vines and vandalized by street urchins with puerile images of dick and pussy

 

It’s infamous gold and yellow paints are now like faded urine-stained all over its facade while its large iron-wrought gate has gone missing.

 

However, despite the dilapidated condition, testosterone boys and wild girls are now flocking inside the huge three-story mansion. Maximillian promises them that not just booze will flood his crib tonight; crystals, poppers, and other extreme party drugs will be available with the exact amount of cash.

 

But many from the underground is also expecting something else. Whispers are all over the dens of crime and drug lords that Maximillian will be selling an exotic and rare commodity that nobody will drool upon seeing it. Of course, it will definitely burn someone's pocket but who can actually resist having his personal ‘red’ angel to quench all the kinds of fantasy he’s been keeping to himself for so long.

 

As the saying goes, what is heaven without hell? So Maximillian will sell a piece of hell to fill in the missing piece of someone’s personal heaven; not the holy kind but that which is on the verge of profane and hedonistic.

 

The mansion came alive and become the junkie’s paradise as the music pulsate within its four walls with electronica murmurs and blasting bass that captures the intensity of sex on fire; the pounding, thrusting and stirring sensation before the little death’s and taste of heaven

 

However, nobody expects that there will be gatecrashers tonight to join their party with big toys. The plaything of death itself.

Maximillian is too confident that law has forgotten all his sins that he never even gave his guards a decent weapon to go head to head with the police. Once they position themselves in all the strategic positions around the mansion’s perimeter, Chief Sakamoto gave the signal for Draymon and his team to enter the Mansion.

 

Due to the low security and everyone being dope and succumb to mind-altering chemicals catalyze by the music and psychedelic lights, penetrating the mansion doesn’t require maximum effort; the squad went through with ease and calculated smoothness. All the guards are taken down silently as they blocked and guarded every possible exit.

 

“Freeze!”

 

Even with heavy synthwave playing in full blast, the whole crowd would never miss the infamous catchphrase that foretells their impending fate behind the iron bars. Some tried to sneak pass through the walls of bodies intoxicated in party drugs only to meet their doom in the form of the blunt end of assault rifle smashing their jaws until they spit both blood and teeth.

 

“Maximillian Fernandez, you are under arrest!” Mike pointed the red laser pointer of his gun towards the head of Maximillian who is about to pull an Uzi underneath his oversize robe.

 

“You can’t catch me, officer. I am way beyond the power of your guns. I am way beyond your law.” Maximillian replied with a charming grin that partially displays the precious gems embedded in his braces.

 

“Don’t make it easy for us to pull the trigger Maxi. Just come over here and surrender peacefully. No blood. No foul.” Mike flashes a handcuff in the air; letting the latter choose between the easy or the way of surrender.

 

Maximillian who is high with a potent mixture of chemically engineered cocaine and Cognac emits a burst of mocking laughter while pointing his middle finger at Mike.

 

“Who gives you the power to make me surrender? All of you are powerless before me! I am your God!”

 

The kick of drugs of alcohol and drugs makes the pretty boy cult leader reckless and mad but at the same time more dangerous. The moment Mike will be going to pull his trigger, he immediately unload his Uzi in full burst.

 

Bullets start to fly all around the mansion thus beginning the carnage.

 

“In nomine patri, et fili et espiritu santi!” Maximillian blasphemously screaming the prayer for the sign of the cross as he sprays hot, piercing bullets in every direction.

 

His guards joined with their handguns with only a single magazine to spare. They might be intimidating due to their hulking sizes but they are complete amateur gunfighter; spilling all their rounds without getting any clean shot.

 

When their clips are all empty, the ensuing gunfight becomes one-sided. With their magazine still packed with bullets, Mike and the rest of the assault team unleash their barrage with full pleasure; sending waves and waves of bodies flying like a ragdoll.

 

Maximillian gets knocked from his delusional God-complex when he saw the bodies of his henchmen drown in pools of wine and blood on the mansion’s floor. Fear finally creeps in his spine that made him running with tails between his legs.

 

“Draymon he is escaping!”

 

“I am on it!” Sprinting against the stampede of junkies, Draymon tackles anything that goes on his way like a mad bull. After tossing five unlucky bastards, he goes on full speed as he catches the fluttering robe of Maximillian.

 

The chase went on in the wide hallways up to the second floor of the mansion. Draymon can’t aim accurately at the cult leader as it makes his way pass-through columns and furniture. He needs to get closer to a clean, fatal shot.

 

“You can’t have me, officer. You can’t kill your god!” Maximillian continues to spew foolish threats as he approaches a gigantic door with an electronic key-lock system.

 

As he busily encodes the password, Draymon takes this opportunity to get a good aim at the head of Maximilian. However, when he is about to pull the trigger, the door is already opened and his prey hastily slips inside.

 

“Not so fast!” With the strength coming from his experience as a top tier Quarterback, he dives in just in time to reach the door before it was shut by Maximillian. The sheer brute force of Draymon manage to push the former cult leader and found itself crashing on the floor; knocking and pinning him down.

 

The weight of Draymon’s body with all his massive muscle mass dominates the slender physique Maximillian.

 

“Any last word huh?” He is now pushing the nozzle of his gun at the nose of Maximilian.

 

However, the latter just grin again as it tries to show his pretentious indifference to death, or perhaps it’s his final bluff that he wishes will work.

 

“You can’t kill me, officer. You can’t” He said with a menacing look on his eyes as he tries to glance something in front of him and Draymon.

 

“Mi Diablo, save your God!”

 

Draymon releases the trigger of his gun to put a final period to all the batshit crazy words he’s been spitting. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a clean shot for the whole brain of Maximillian burst with the shrapnel of his skull and tidbits of soapy flesh the moment the bullet hit home.

 

Wiping some of the blood the splash on his face, Draymon get up and ready to leave the room when his eyes caught something in front of him. The last words of Maximillian start to ring on his ears in a repetitive loop.

 

“Mi Diablo...Mi Diablo...”

 

From the shadow, a figure emerges right before him. Chained on a chair with its legs spread apart as if it is enticing anyone who sees it to marvel at her luscious thigh and her precious pearl between them, Draymon’s eyes widen and felt time halt its ticking for a second.

 

“Mi Diablo..” He repeated mindlessly the last word of Maximillian as a pair of red bat-like wings spread and filled him overpowering allurement to the eyes that met his in the dark.

 

A fiery set of ruby-like magnetizes every part of his body towards it. His feet move instinctively and the more he closes the distance the more the apparition becomes real and detailed.

 

An unkempt auburn hair. A swirling horn. Crimson hued skin. A lashing tail.

 

He swallows hard as he finally held his gaze on its face. It looks feral and yet regal; a wilder version of the tamed beauty of the Angel at Terminus.

 

No doubt about it. It is the she-devil.

 

Draymon found himself reaching for the devil’s face; unable to feel any fear of being bitten by the snarling succubus. Even if the she-devil starts to make a bestial growl coming from his fanged mouth, his hand and perhaps all of his control on his body are now but a thrall entranced by the beauty of the demoness.

 

When his shaky hands finally found its cheeks, a snapping bite caught his forefinger. Draymon didn’t flinch but remain mesmerized by the look of the devil. His fingers bled profusely while the succubus continues to move its lips against it.

 

“Your beautiful...” Draymon gasped and found himself crying while reaching out to the other cheeks of the succubus on his other hand. He caresses it lovingly as his tanned skin made contact with reddish skin of the demoness

 

The sharp glare on the she-devil blood-red eye never loses its focus towards Draymon who never tugged his finger away from its mouth even if its teeth are already grazing its bone. It continues to nibble it but instead of the pain that registers on this human’s face, it was of strange gentleness and longing.

 

Some people have their own private fantasy that they secretly wanted to fulfill.some would love to bang petite ones, the exotic looking and the one who wears absurd clothing. Some revel in the principle of pain and pleasure; the interplay of thrusting their manhood while being drunk with the blissful sensation of choking the life out of someone’s throat. There are even who wanted to spill their seed while being watched by the loathsome eyes of strangers.

 

Everyone will do anything to satisfy their inner cravings even if it is just a superficial scratch on it.

 

For Draymon, a man who is content in stimulating his own self, his fantasy has nothing to do with bizarre fetish. For a man of ’40s who lives all alone and possibly will die alone on his line of job, his fantasy has gone so simple, and yet he is reluctant to quench the dry desert of his desire. His fears become a fortress around him that no one can enter but in the long run also prevent him from releasing himself from the self-made agony brought by his bachelorhood.

 

Sure he can tell to anybody that he is satisfied with just watching two bodies banging each other in every position but he can’t deny something that he alone knows is true about himself: his fantasy is not just to make love but also to found someone to love regardless of who she is. All he wants is to have someone to take care of. To be with him. Someone to protect to.

 

After every orgasm, the deep blankness eats him up. The excitement, the thrill. They will also return to black. How many times did he catch himself crying after spilling his seed out of a sudden surge of loneliness that he can’t describe? He will just cower on his bed with cold tears on his pillows; wishing that somehow after all of this he can feel something warm. Something that will not just relieve him from the tolls of his libido but also the yoke of sadness he’s bearing for so many years.

 

But as his eyes met the eyes of the succubus, a strong urge stir not just his manhood but his also his fragile heart. He doesn’t know how will it feels when he is inside but it doesn’t matter for afterward, he knows only one thing to do.

 

He will love this devil and if things will turn out good, he will raise their child with all the love he can muster.

 

“It’s not lust but love.” He remembers the words of the angel as he now reaches the cheeks of the demoness with his lips. This is not about the damned prophecy of the new breed god vs the breed new devil. This is now about him being human who is dying to have something to love; something to pour in the warmth that he’s been giving to himself only.

 

His kiss becomes passionate as it traces the cheeks as it moves closer and closer to the lips of the succubus. He pauses for a brief moment and looks once more into the eyes of the devil.

 

The former glowing red eyes of the lady from hell shed its vicious color and finally unveil a set of brand new eyes; a reptilian one with the lush shade of emerald.

 

And then she let go of the finger of Draymon; allowing him to finally plant a long, tender kiss on its lips. At first, he felt a slight pinch on his own lips due to its sharp teeth. But slowly the demonness returns the favor and moves its lips gently with the same passion and heat like Draymon.

 

Before they let themselves consume with the fire of new-found love of between earth and hell, the demonness speaks something to his mortal lover in the same language of its brethren from heaven although its voice is more of a loving purr of a cat.

 

Draymon smiled as he finally understands those words despite the fact that he is not yet familiar with the Enochian language and its complex rules. He perfectly knows what is it saying as if the words and its meaning are sent directly to his mind down to his soul. Perhaps their newly connected hearts made them share their thoughts with crystal clarity.

 

“I mean it. You are beautiful. Just don’t bite my fingers next time.”

 

The demonness smiled back as they continue to fill each other blankness and lose themselves in each other's warmth.

 

But while their bodies are on fire, a glinting object is peeking right in the agape doors behind them; capturing every second of the monumental scene where demon and man become one.

 

 

 

Three months after the raid in Maxmillian’s mansion; the police force decided to keep also the she-devil under their custody and placed it under the secured walls of Terminus. Draymon becomes a frequent visitor in the said facility to study both the angel and the devil as well as the prophecy that started to change his life.

 

Of course, that’s not the only reason why he spends most of his free time there. Although many of his colleagues found it unnerving and too horrified, Draymon and the she-devil continue what they already started in the mansion of Maximillian. Draymon can now speak and write both Enochian and he is now currently teaching the two inhuman beings the language of mortal men.

 

As for the prophecy, the only thing that is clear is that both children from the angel and the devil will stay on their womb for three more years. The development of these children gives Draymon more time to found out if there is another way to stop the upcoming war between the new god and the new devil.

 

The good news is that more angels and devils are now being trace by their task force. Perhaps they can give more information as to why they are suddenly coming to earth and where the hell is God and Satan when you need them most.

 

“Come on Bud. I’ll give you a ride to Terminus.”

 

“You’ve got a new car, Mike?” Draymon can’t believe that his partner has already managed to but a sleek, black Pontiac Firebird that will cost 6 months of his salary.

 

“I’ve got some gig, Dray. A big one.” Mike grinned as he opens the door of his car and let Draymon jaw dropped to its customized interior.

 

“Man. Can you let me in too?”

 

“Maybe next time Dray..next time.” Mike hastily turn on the engine and motion his friend to seat next to him.

 

“When you are not the star of the show bud.” He said to himself as he keeps his eye on the road but his mind is already wondering as to how many millions will he received as the video of Draymon and the Devil reach its 500 million views.