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How Far The Humble Fall

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5

"So tell me more of these dark places that you go."

Azazeal had moved off away from the bar, so that Adela could speak in private with him, and to also watch how Bethany reacted to all the open sexuality happening all around her in the club, and especially with Emily who was now leaning close to her as Bethany still stared at him. The spark of first crush jealousy was all but flowing from her, and that pleased him no end. He stroked his long fingers down Adela's neck.

Cut for sexual situation and mention of drug use )
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How Far The Humble Fall

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4

Chapter 5: Follow You Down (by Gin Blossoms)

I know we're headed somewhere, I can see how far we've come
But still I can't remember anything
Let's not do the wrong thing and I'll swear it might be fun
It's a long way down when all the knots we've tied have come undone
Anywhere you go, I'll follow you down
Anyplace but those I know by heart
Anywhere you go, I'll follow you down


"Bethany! Where are you going?" The girl halted by the stairs at the sound of her mother's voice. She had hoped to get by without being noticed. It was too late, by her parents' standards for her to be going out even though it was Friday, and they would not approve of the clothes she was wearing -- that Ian had bought her - nor the thick make up she was wearing. Fortunately, her father had not arrived home yet, so she had only her mother to contend with.

"I'm just going to Jessica's. I might sleep over." There was a pause, and Bethany thought that her mother might just poke her head out of the kitchen, but instead she answered. "Okay love, but be sure to text me when you get there and when you leave for home."

"Will do, Mum!" She was almost out of the door when her mum called out again.

"And if you hear from Toby, tell him to call, he's been gone all day."

"Okay!" As quickly as she could she sut the door and headed down the drive of their mock Tudor detached. There at the end of the driveway, leaning so casually against the wall, was Ian. She smoothed down her mini skirt and hoped her makeup looked good as she walked towards him with a smile. "Hi."

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How Far The Humble Fall

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3

Chapter 4: The Silver Tongued Devil (by Kris Kristofferson)

Like all the fair maidens who've laid down beside him,
She knew in her heart that he'd lied.
Nothin' that I could have said could have saved her,
No matter how hard that she tried.
'Cos she'll offer her charms to the darkness and danger,
Of somethin' that she's never known.
And open her arms at the smile of a stranger,
Who'll love her and leave her alone.

And you know, he's the devil.
He's everything that I ain't.
Hiding intentions of evil,
Under the smile of a saint.
All he's good for is getting in trouble,
And shiftin' his share of the blame.



It was a few days after John Ellis had spoken to Ian St. John in his office. A few days since Mistress Adela had walked from his cells and disappeared without a trace, even though he had half his police force out looking for her or St. John. Still, he wasn't too concerned. The Angel's Den had been closed down and was empty, and he was sure that even if she was free, Mistress Adela wouldn't be entertaining her 'guests' on his patch again.

If there was one thing John Ellis took pride in, it was his ability in not bringing work home with him. Oh, he would tell his wife, Helen, this and that but nothing too serious. He believed he should protect her and his two children from the more violent and disturbing elements of society that existed. His son, Toby, was preparing for his 'A' levels and looking forward to going to University in the autumn, while his daughter, two years younger, was studying for her GCSE exams.

Her name was Bethany )
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How Far The Humble Fall

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2

Chapter 3: "When a great moment knocks on the door of your life, it is often no louder than the beating of your heart, and it is very easy to miss it." - Boris Pasternak

"I've never heard of it." DS John Ellis was at his desk and looking through the report that had hastily been written up for him regarding the previous night's raid. He glanced up at the CID Detective Inspector who had headed up the investigation.

The DI shifted a little uncomfortably. He prided himself on knowing the town and all the questionable haunts. "Nor had I, sir. Or it seems anyone in the department or even Vice Squad. The Angel's Den kept a quiet profile and a very select clientele, who are being very tight lipped about the place."

Ellis sighed. This was frustrating, and a little embarrassing, that he didn't know anything about a hardcore BDSM club where drugs were passed around like cocktails being right on his doorstep. It should be the type of place that would immediately stick out in such a middle class, quiet town. That as well as the thought horrified him that it was going on under his nose. "What about the tip that was called in? Anything on the caller?"

"No, sir. We know it was a young girl. She told us drugs were all over the place, and that she was being used as a sex slave. We rounded up all the girls there, but none have come forward to admit they were the caller."

"All we can hope for is that once she knows she's safe and won't be harmed any more, she'll speak to us." He didn't sound to hopeful. He always felt so badly for girls forced into that kind of position, but they were always to afraid to speak openly about the horrors they'd been subjected to for fear of recriminations. And with the trade with the former Eastern European countries, such things were becoming even more common. "What about the Madam?"

"Mistress Adela?" The DI smiled. "Or rather Esther Keech. She's in the cells still, just calmly sitting there. The only thing she requested was to call her solicitor, which she did, and she's been cooperative otherwise. Hasn't told us a bloody thing, but..." A very cool one, that woman. She didn't seem perturbed at all her club had been raided and closed down, and that she faced a long sentence herself. "We'll question her again once her brief gets here."

Ellis nodded. "I'd like a word with him when he arrives." Not exactly proper policy on which he prided himself, and his station, but he was curious as to the woman and who would represent her.

*** )
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How Far the Humble Fall
Chapter 1

Chapter 2: "Sometimes I've been to a party where no one spoke to me for a whole evening. The men, frightened by their wives or sweetie. The ladies would gang up in a corner and discuss my dangerous character." Marilyn Monroe

His back supported by the couch, Azazeal sat on the floor between the legs of the club's dominatrix and owner. One leg was bent, his arm on his knee as his head rested against her fishnetted thigh. Around them people spanning the entire length of the sexual spectrum mingled. This club catered to all tastes and lifestyles. While, where they were in the bar area was mostly for socializing and meeting up, the plush couches around the edge of the room for me intimate pleasures that might also please the voyeurs. The more private rooms -- well some of them were -- upstairs were for more serious play. Music, a thumping industrial beat, although not overpoweringly loud filled the place. A haze of thin smoke, and the sweet smell of cannabis permeated throughout, and pot was the mildest of the drugs available. Patrons could also partake in E, Acid, cocaine. One of the rooms even functioned as an opium den. Indeed, the whole club was a den of vice and would undoubtedly cause an uproar by most of the middle class surburbanites in this commuter belt town...if they knew about it.

Cut for sexual content )
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How Far the Humble Fall

Chapter 1. "Poor sods don't have any clue of what's about to happen to them. But then, maybe that's for the best."

Cassie was dead. Malachi, although growing far faster than any human child, was still a child. It was just a matter of waiting until he did become old enough to prepare him for his destiny. Until then, he had to be protected, kept away from Ella Dee. Naturally, he was taking measures to see that the immortal witch would be far too distracted by her own problems to think about Malachi, and for that he had Remiel. In the meantime, Azazeal had time to spare, and as the old adage went, 'idle hands are the devil's tools.'

Since the trouble at Medenham Hall had begun, the police had been somewhat frequent visitors. What with Thelma Bates' death and now Cassie Hughes' 'disappearance'. It had been then that Azazeal had taken note of the Detective Superintendent, not paying him much attention at first. But he knew, as he knew all of them, who the man was. That angelic knowledge now set him on a plan that would, at the very least, be an interesting diversion.

Detective Superintendent John Ellis enjoyed a successful career with the Hertfordshire Constabulary, if fairly unremarkable. He had graduated from Hendon Police College somewhere in the middle of his class. A few years in a patrol car as a constable, then he applied, and was accepted into CID. There he had done his job well, showing a knack for good, solid police work. Solving a couple of important cases had done his career good, and he slowly rose up the ranks to Detective Inspector. His career might have ended there, never being able to break into the higher echelons of the police, waiting for retirement. Then he had exposed the corruption that had affected nearly all those within the detective ranks. Taking bribes, protection, false confessions, even drug dealing. Yet, he was untainted. Incorruptible, and got promoted.

It was that fact, that he was impossible to corrupt that had Azazeal's interest now. No one, not even the holiest saint, was incorruptible. However, DS John Ellis had kept himself very clearn. He didn't smoke, and rarely drank alcohol. He had a nice wife, a homemaker and two now nearly grown children, a boy and a girl. Their house was detached and in a cul-de-sac, but it wasn't extravagant, easily affordable on a DS' salary. They owed a little money, a mortgage, car payments, and a little on a credit card, but nothing too bad. While, they weren't a heavily religious family, they did go to church, at the Abbey, nearly every Sunday.

In a word, Azazeal thought he was terribly boring. Now it was time to liven up the man's life.

TBC

June 2010

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