Lost Chapter : The Fallen Angel

***Authors note : Happens after the final chapter***

Malice had become the Lady Imperial of all the Hellfire Clubs in the world. With their help she gained positive coverage of her new team of Fantastic Four even if they looked more like BDSM themed villains. Also, the resources of the Club were used to create her Cult of the Labyrinth and she was its Emissary.

The Cult was popular among wealthy people but also youngsters, underground culture and mutants. It was not rare to have people using religion against mutants but it was unheard of for a religion to welcome mutants. The Cult even sheltered some Morlocks after the mutant massacre.

One of the victims of the massacre was the X-Factor member Angel, who lost his wings. Deeply hurt by that loss he was about to commit suicide but was stopped by Tessa. Angel was a Warrington and his family were members of the Hellfire Club. She told him that she knew someone who could help him.

At the Baxter Building he was brought to Malice who was with the Shattered Thing and Psyhound.

"Warren, it’s good to see you. Thank you Tessa, I will take it from here."

"You have changed Susan."

"Its Malice now, and you have change too, Warren."

"You could say that."

"Can I see?"

"Suit yourself."

He took off his shirt, showing off his back which wore two big plasters. Carefully, she took them off to see. The idea of the pain he was experiencing made her wet. She touched the wounds gently, and he shivered in pain.

"My poor angel."

"Not anymore."

"You can be again."

He turned toward her. They were very close to each other. He could see she was still very beautiful with lips made to be kissed.

"What do you mean?"

"I can make you like me."

"A monster like me or your friends."

"I was always considered to be a monster, chump, but now I love being one." Said the Shattered Thing.

"And Mutants are considered monsters by humans. You were just lucky to be a pretty one, unlike the Morlocks." Added Psyhound. Her voice seemed familiar to Warren but it was distorted.

"Warren. Everyone knows that you are a mutant. You lost your gift. You almost doomed your soul by committing suicide. Is trading your human form to became a new kind of angel so terrible?" she caressed his chest

"I don’t know."

"Plus, you'll have me." She kissed him with a truly loving kiss, like he imagined a kiss from Jean Grey would feel.

"Give me one night with you and you will understand."

"Sure."

The night started tender. She was a caring and sensual lover. Then she called Tessa and a girl named Alicia to play with them. The domination and submission games then began. She was the teacher and he was the pupil learning how to punish and reward pervert slaves. After that the other Fantastic Four arrived and things got bonkers. He tortured Alicia without remorse and loved it. He fucked the Psyhound like he would have fucked Jean in his most depraved fantasy. The bed had become a sea of flesh and pleasure.

"I want it!"

"What do you want?"

"To be one of you."

"The night is not finished. Are you sure?"

"Yes. Let me be an Angel again."

"Open that box and you'll have your wings back."

She offered him the Lament Configuration. Like many before him his fingers explored the 6 wooden faces of the puzzle-box with his fingers. Each mystery unlocked brought him closer to the gift. He heard the bell and felt the hooks in his flesh before being brought into his personal box. The suffering made Warren curse the name of Susan Storm and his own weakness. What came out of the box was not Warren anymore.

A few days later, Malice asked for a press conference.

"Less than two weeks ago, harmless Mutants were brutally killed in this city. Angel who was an X-man, a Champion and a true hero was viciously mutilated while saving innocent lives. Losing his wings was like **** to him. But he has found salvation in the Labyrinth, he has been reborn. I present you the new member of the Fantastic Five, the Fallen."

He had the Cenobite complexion and their baldness. Around his head and sometimes passing under the skin was a crown made of barbed wire above a perfect face. He was dressed in black leather and it was hiding the stitches on his crotch because angels do not have gender. His wings were back but the feathers were replaced by blades, knives and other cutting objects. He was smiling, thinking about all the ways he would **** the enemies of his Mistress.