Dark and sharp violet eyes pierced through the soul of her victim. A woman stood not too far nor far too close away from her target. Her hair, which was as dark as her heart, cascaded down to her wide hips.

The woman looked around her surroundings, deeply satisfied with the fact that there was no one around to supervise the area. If everything went well, then the woman would be happy. She had been ordered by her master to keep an eye on her 'prey'.

Although the woman was loyal to her master to the point of fanaticism, she herself opted to make her own decisions. She would stalk her prey and kill. That was it. That way, her master and her race wouldn't have to worry about anything in the future.

The woman narrowed her dark sharp violet eyes as she watched her target. Her prey happened to be a child who appeared to be about five to six years old. He had short spiky brown hair with warm and innocent chocolate orbs of sight. The child, in the woman's point of view, was so small and fragile.

He would be an easy kill.

Turning around to ponder her thoughts, the woman placed a finger on her cheek. Numerous situations passed through her mind. No one was around, so there was no reason for her to take on a disguise. After all, she wanted to intimidate the little squirt, not be friendly.

Smirking darkly, the woman's body glowed with a dark-purplish aura. Seconds later, large crow-like wings manifested out of her back, and a series of black clothing, spikes, and boots manifested on her body.

It wouldn't take too long. Just a single stab with a light spear, and then she would be done. After all, the boy was so pitifully weak. So easy to crush.

Her decision made, the woman quietly stalked over the young boy, and moved her hand to the side. A bright purple light spear manifested, clasped in her hand. Trying to suppress her chuckles, the woman lifted the light spear up in the air, ready to strike the child.

But suddenly, the child looked at the ground, noticing another shadow above him. Blinking in confusion, the young boy looked up, and his innocent chocolate-brown eyes widened in terror.

Standing above him threateningly, was an adult woman with black hair and piercing violet eyes. What frightened the boy the most, was that there were black wings jutting out behind the woman's back. The boy took a step back, feeling scared of the woman's expression and the light spear held in her hands.

"It's such a shame I have to take the life of a young child such as yourself," The woman cooed darkly, "Although I would be lying if I said I cared at all."

The woman relished at the look on her target's face. The terrified child brought a rush of euphoria through the woman's body, almost making her shiver in excitement. She would do away with the child, return to her base, and tell her master that he wouldn't have to worry about the power he was wary of. It was the perfect plan.

"Oh, well," The woman said with a mocking sweet tone, "I hope you said goodbye to your mommy and daddy, kid. Fufu."

The winged vixen lifted the light spear higher and got ready to bring it down.

"SAY GOODBY- GUH?!"

The woman gasped as her pupils constricted. She felt...strange. Her chest felt extremely hot as her legs wobbled. The winged woman didn't understand what was going on. Then, as she looked down, she let out a strangled gasp.

'H-how dare he?!'

The young boy. Her target. Her prey...was touching her wing! Not just touching. He was rubbing it gently, as though it were a piece of black fabric.

The woman struggled to maintain her composure. Floods of emotions were welling up within her. Anger, embarrassment, disgust, and...arousal.

'Goddamn it!'

The woman cursed in her mind. The fact that the boy was touching her wing, combined with the red flush that adorned her cheeks, was driving the woman crazy. She could tell that the boy was unaware of what he was doing, and how it affected her. He had no idea what he was doing to her.

The woman cursed silently, her body feeling even warmer. Her heart beat fast, and her chest continued to tighten. The way the boy observed and touched her wings, made the woman shudder. A part of her wanted to move away from the child and just kill him where he stood.

And yet...another side of her wanted to let the boy continue. The fact that the boy's innocence was unaffected by what he was doing, seemed to drive the woman further to spazzing out in pleasure.

Suddenly, the boy stopped and let go of the woman's wing. The woman's eyes widened as the feeling of sensual gratification began to fade away. Her mind screamed at her to regain that feeling of pleasure back.

Trying to regain her breath, the woman shuddered as she felt her body shake. She felt her knees go weak, and she willed herself not to collapse on the ground.

Her master had never touched or engaged in physical contact with her before. Despite her day dreaming about him, it was all due to his charisma. And...that was all.

The woman took deep breaths, still in disbelief at the fact that a mere child was able to cause her body to feel this way. It was so...surreal. A child who was so unaware of what she really was, what she could do to him. He was literally a fly compared to someone like her.

The child looked up at her, wondering why she was making such confusing expressions. As far as the woman could guess, the child didn't know why she was still here, raising the light spear right above his head.

Gulping down a lump in her throat, the woman hesitantly crushed her light spear, allowing it to shatter into pieces. Every fiber of her being was screaming at her for what she was doing.

This child...

She had to have him. She just had to. The woman knew exactly that her reason for wanting the child was entirely for a sinful reason. But a rush had come over her. The woman didn't just want this child for herself.

She wanted to corrupt him. But she also wanted him to keep his innocence. His innocence gave off an aura that seemed to entice her. And she wanted to claim that innocence for herself.

The woman lowered herself and leaned down on one leg, meeting the child's eye level. She felt her heart beat even faster. Composing herself, the woman sent the young boy a smile that deceived her sinful nature.

This innocence belonged to her. Only her. No Devil, nor Angel would take this boy away from her.

Not if she had anything to say about it.

Have no idea what possessed me to write this. But...yeah I got nothing. So...leave a review if you thought it was interesting. Oh, keep in mind, Raynare was in her mature Fallen Angel form in every second of this.

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