Cassiel

Hmm. I'm starving. I was about to eat when all this happened. stupid Lucifer. Why did he have to go to hell, everything was going so perfectly. Babylon just suffered a major defeat. I mean... ugh. I knew he was from there. Maybe it was mixed feelings, growing sentimental about his heir Belshazzar on the run or something? Ugh. But he had joined heaven over five hundred years ago! I gripped my knuckles.

"What are you guys doing?" I asked Ramiel.

"Waiting for Michael," he said.

"I'll wait too, I'm worried about Ray-Ray," Uriel said. She was always a softie. "Unless you need some support?"

"I'm fine, unless you have a spare demon for me to beat to death," I said.

"Cas... I don't like it very much when you get so grumpy," she said. I could feel the emotional spike at being confrontational at all.

I just ignored her. It would be good enough to hear a report about what the plan was after Michael and God planned a counterattack. Plus, I needed food, and my Lord may benefit from data from this stupid curse. Though that didn't answer why Gabriel was following me.

"Is there a reason you're coming to the mess hall before nightfall, four eyes?" I asked.

"I am also irritated by that situation. That irksome brat replicating my masterpiece? Had our Lord not said it, I would not believe it; I wish to take notes," he said.

I knew Gabriel well enough to not trust him, and the smile on his face told me more than his words. But I really didn't have much of a choice. God had removed my need for sleep long ago, and we didn't need private spaces in heaven. As one of the seven archangels. Wherever I set my plate down, it drew a crowd. In the future, perhaps He might give the seven of us a private space?

I shook my head. That was a defeatist attitude. My Lord believed in me. Maybe I didn't even need that. After all, it was the brat's curse. It probably wasn't as bad as Gabriel's. I ended up getting a salad, a sandwich, and a slice of strawberry cake. Gabriel filled a glass with red wine and sat next to me with his notebook out. The smug bastard.

"So, I know you told me dozens of times, but what was this curse of yours again? Did it have a password like hers?" I asked.

He nodded. "It has to. What if I accidentally hit you or Michael? Though, I thought I had went over the point of sense when my password was 17 factorial."

"Just about a one hundred difference. Don't seem that big a deal," I said. I had angelic knowledge. I could access the context of factorial, but I blocked the data. Knowledge that doesn't help me is just radio noise that distracts me. Plus, it was more amusing for him to see him tense his fingers. Like the nerd in him desperately wanted to explain, but he knew I could understand; what's the point of deciding not to? There was no value in teaching someone like that.

Gulp. First part of my sand-

I slammed my knees together and dug my nails into the marble table cracking it as my entire body shivered. I bit my own tongue to stop myself from making any sound. What the fuck did that bitch do to me!

"Feeling okay?" Gabriel asked, making notes.

My head was swirling, and my pussy was still convulsing. "Yeah, just came on so suddenly. By the way, what did your curse do to Beelzebub?"

"Not that I was able to observe it, but since we didn't see Beelzebub among the fighting, I would say it worked; it shut down all sense of good feelings he could ever feel," he added. "Don't look now, but some fans."

What? Ah, I could sense that then. Ah! The table. I began flowing magic into my hand to fix the table, and my hand glowed yellow. I turned towards Gabriel to try to pretend I was talking to him about something important. I took another bite. Perhaps that was the mistake.

Fuck! me. My body was rocked again by a wave of pleasure. "Mmmhn."

Gabriel looked at me. I just blushed so hard. I didn't mean too! I couldn't control it. My pussy just started convulsing on its own and my brain felt like this fog roll in.

"Hahaha," Gabriel laughed.

"Is something the matter?" someone behind me asked.

"Is Lady Cassiel okay? I heard something was happening with Sir Lucifer?" another cadet said.

Slow and steady was clearly the wrong approach here. I tried to shove down the sandwich as fast as I could. There was this delay. I was fast. Maybe if I could get all of my food down between this delay-

Nope. Fuck.... I can't.... It's like.... fuck.... time bombs. Each... fuck me, another wave hit me. Each swallow was a fuse, and the bombs kept coming exactly on time. My knees were quivering under the table, and at this point my brain was in such a.... the thing where water on the ground looks like a cloud. Hard to think. It felt good. This warm glow even made me want to hug Gabriel, which-

Ew. Ugh. Aw. Disgusting! Why would I even consider that? I took a deep breath. I glanced at the angel cadets. "Does it look like we are having a public meeting?"

They all gasped and backed off, and I sighed. They stayed nearby, of course. I couldn't actually ban them without drawing suspicion to myself. Half a sandwich and a salad to go. I can do this.

"So that's what God meant by challenging," Gabriel said, writing in his notebook.

Smug bastard. I took another bite of my sandwich. I braced myself. Yep, it began.... I couldn't tell, maybe in my head, or maybe in my pussy, but in either case, the effect was like a sneeze, uncontrollable and near-instant. Just by this point, my legs were getting sore. My pussy as well. Not to say I never took care of such needs, but certainly never this many times in a row, and never just from one to a thousand so quickly.

There was akways a build up, a context or situation. Like something to imagine. A strong man, like Michael. I used to imagine him grabbing my chin. I could almost feel it now. Wait. I could feel it now? I realized I had closed my eyes to focus on the tastk and opening I saw Gabriel holding my chin and he touched my forehead.

Sniff.

Ah. Why does he smell good. Why does he look hot. Like he looks strong. He is looking at me in the eyes, aaa I could melt. I look away and... fuck I looked at his penis. Damn it. Please say something stupid. Please say something stupid.