Poetry Train…

(This picture was created by the lovely Lisa Andel. It represents Azrael, one of my heroes in my slightly twisted story, To Hell with the Devil.)

Don’t forget to stop by
Rhian’s blog to see who else hopped on the train today.

You’ve probably read excerpts from the story on Mondays before. It started as a series of Flash Fiction shorts at the
SEx blog. I turned it into a story about Archelaus, the new master of Hell and Azrael, the angel of death. It’s not finished yet, but it’s different from what I’ve written. Arch is extremely sarcastic, so there’s a lot of smart ass humor in it. I haven’t written much about Azrael, so his personality isn’t as strong to me. Also, it’ll be done in the same vein as Angel’s Evolution. First person point of view and present tense. 🙂 I thought I’d give you an taste of the story.

Here you go: (hot mansex involved in excerpt…don’t read if that bothers you or you’re at work.)

I stare at the boy, thinking the kid would grow up to be fucking gorgeous. Go me for letting him live. The screaming is beginning to give me a headache though, so I give the kid a push out of the accident, making sure he falls safely to the grass out of the way.

“Why do that?”

I look up to see Azrael standing next to the mangled Dodge Charger. While he stares at me, he reaches out to touch an older man. The man jerks and the light fades from his eyes.

“Why do what?” I turn, appreciating the chaos and death all around me.

“Why save him?” He points his chin at the kid.

“Why not?” I sit my ass on the Charger’s trunk, swinging my legs as the ambulance sirens get close to us.

“It doesn’t really fit your image.” He touches a hand hanging out of a broken window.

“Saving a kid?” I shrug. “I’m not interested in dragging his squalling ass down to hell with me.”

“You rule hell. Aren’t you supposed to cause mayhem, fear and death wherever you go?” The angel moves towards a lump of metal that used to be a Honda Civic.

“No matter what you think, I didn’t cause this freaking accident. Heavens, I have better things to do with my time than run around causing humans to lose control of their cars while talking on their cell phones and trying to eat a cheeseburger.”

His raised eyebrow and skeptical look makes me shrug.

“Okay, so I might have had something to do with it.” I look up towards the start of the accident scene where a semi-truck lay on its side. “The truck driver was just so cute and I could read all those nasty thoughts he was having about forcing the hitch-hiker he picked up to give him a blow-job. I figured I’d give him one while he was driving. Not my fault he can’t come and drive at the same time.”

Azrael shakes his head and sighs. “But all these other people? Why cause their deaths and injuries?”

I’m tired of him questioning me. I’m the ruler of hell and earth. It’s my right to do whatever I want with these stupid mortals. No one, not even an angel, has the right to question me.

Jumping down from the car, I stalk towards him, anger swirling inside me. The bright blue sky darkens and the wind picks up, blowing the acidic smell of gasoline and fire around us. I poke his chest, piercing his pale skin with my claw. He hisses as pain and pleasure mixes in his eyes. I lean forward, baring my fangs in a snarl.

“I’ll tell you why I didn’t kill that boy. I don’t take innocent souls into hell with me, Azrael. There are dark and evil souls lined up to enter my realm when they die. Souls who have made the conscious choice to hurt others.” I press my claw in until I can feel his beating heart. “See, I feel no remorse in killing the trucker who would have raped his passenger.”

With my other hand, I gesture to the old man he’d touched minutes earlier. “I don’t have a problem causing the death of a bitter old man who threw his daughter out of his house because she got pregnant by a black man. A bitter old man who always bragged about his charitable heart.”

“There are innocents in this wreckage, Archelaus.” His words are faint.

My anger fills the air around us with heat and oppressive smoke. I can tell his lungs burn with the effort of breathing. I glare at him.

“I don’t care about the innocents. Let your brethren take them. It matters not to me who they were or what they’ve done in their lives. Heaven’s gates open wide for them, but for those like us, there is no sanctuary. No haven to ease our pain and wickedness.”

I grasp his shoulder and bear down, forcing him to his knees. I remove my finger from his chest. I paint his lips with his own blood before I free my cock from its denim prison. Wiping the rest of the red liquid on my prick, I place the bulbous head at his mouth.

“Suck me.”

My command cuts through the control he struggles with. I know he fights the craving for what I can give him. Tilting my hips, I pressed my prick against his bottom lip.

“Suck me.” I flash my fangs at him and he shivers.

Azrael’s mouth opens and sucks me in. My head falls forward, resting my chin on my chest as I stare down into his blue eyes. His tongue swirls around my shaft and searches out every atom of the blood. I bury my fingers in his auburn curls to hold his head still while I start to fuck his mouth. His cheeks hollow as he applies more suction. He presses the flat of his tongue to the throbbing vein on the underside of my cock and I snarl. I feel the scrape of his teeth on my sensitive tip.

The wail of the sirens buzz in my ears. I snap my hips harder and faster. Humming, he reaches up to grip my hips. I tug on his hair, bringing his gaze up to me and I shake my head.

“No touching for you.”

Lust blazes in his eyes and his eyelids droop, blocking his stare from me. I tug on his hair, harder this time. His eyes bright with anger, he glares at me.

“I want to see your eyes.”

I see his consent in the slight quirk of his lips. Azrael starts rocking in time with my thrusts. I take a quick peek down at his groin and see his hand wrapped around his cock. He’s jerking off while I take his mouth.

My balls tingle and draw tight to my body. “Soon, my angel.”

He winks, sucks me down to the base and when the head of my cock hits the back of his throat, he swallows.

“Fuck. Now.” I flood his mouth with cum.

He drinks it down without protest and a soft moan works its way out as he shoots his spunk all over the ground.

“Hey you two.”

The shout shocks me out of my post-climax bliss. Jerking Azrael to his feet, I stuff my limp cock back into my pants as I turn. A cop stalks towards us.

“Shit. The cops. We gotta get out of here.”

I fasten my hand around the angel’s wrist and disappear, waving at the stunned policeman as we fade out of sight.

17 Responses “Poetry Train…”

  1. T.A.Chase says:

    Susan, Ann and Julia,


    There will definitely be more of these two.

    The nice thing is I’ve already got a publisher interested in it. Once I finish it of course…lol

  2. julia says:

    I loved the part where he had his claw sunk into Azrael’s chest with swirling chaos in the air all around them. Great visual image!

  3. Ann says:

    Very cool. More please?

  4. Susan Helene Gottfried says:

    TA, this is really fabulous. I want more!!

  5. T.A.Chase says:

    Thanks, everyone. I’m working on it, but it’s sort of the third or fourth one I’m working on at the moment. Got a couple more important ones…lol

  6. T.A.Chase says:


    You’re right. Arch can be a total prick, but there’s still going to be a small piece of human in him.

  7. Y says:

    yowza! so glad i stopped by T.A. i can’t wait to read the finished story!!

  8. Yvonne says:

    Love it TA! Thanks again !!!

  9. Lisa Andel says:

    Another excellent book in the works TA. Love the darkness of this one.

  10. gautami tripathy says:

    Get going! I need more!!

  11. Anne Douglas says:

    I think I like him. I have the strangest feeling that he could be total prick, but he has a small spark of a concious that bugs him.

  12. T.A.Chase says:


    This is something I’m working on as a book now. Arch’s character just caught me and wouldn’t let me go. He’s so much fun to write because he doesn’t agonize over things. 🙂

  13. T.A.Chase says:

    don’t worry, Celia. I’m working on his story…at the same time,I’m doing Tony’s and Mordred’s. So I’ve been busy. 🙂

    I’m glad you like it though.

  14. T.A.Chase says:


    It’s cool how we all can picture the same creature in so many different ways. 🙂

    I figured he’d be a bit tortured because let’s face it, no one, not even the other angels, want to see Azrael…lol

  15. Julie says:

    This piece you shared with is awesome! Is this something you’re still posting at Sex or is it something you’re working on now for a book?

  16. Celia Kyle says:

    More please. Don’t worry, I’ll wait. Get to typing now. Type, type, type…

  17. Anna J. Evans says:

    Hot manlove indeed! Excellent stuff. And I think it’s so cool the way you imagined Azrael. I featured him in a book I just finished, but he was a wicked little beasty with a thing for the queen of the Underworld, lol.

    Imgainations are fun.

    Anna J. Evans

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