Moans echoed off the dark walls. Skin on skin meshed together in a pile behind thin drapes. Gasps. Giggles. Shivers. Breasts and cocks. Pussy and asses. All free game to those that chose to play. For some it was a dream come true, but for others it was an every day occurence.
He leaned up against the wall, arms folded across his bare, tattooed chest as he quietly surveyed the festivites before him. The musk of cum and sweat mingled and stung a bit in his nose, but it was not new to him. A few of the women detached themselves from the mess and crawled over to him. He gazed down at each one. A woman with skin as dark as ebony and glossy blue eyes. Hair dark as midnight and perfectly curled. The next woman with pale skin as the moon on its brightest night, and sandy blonde hair with hazel eyes. The last woman with sun-kissed skin, chocolate eyes and almond colored hair. They tugged on his leather pants, whimpering like puppies that craved for attention. He smirked down at each of them, his hand caressed the cheek of the pale woman when the door across the dimly lit space opened abruptly. A man with red tinted skin towered in the doorway, his black hair rested over his shoulders. He cocked his head as he wrinkled his nose while he glanced around the room until his eyes rested on the Zalakai's.
"You are being requested." The man spoke deeply, his voice like a rumble of thunder in the distance. Zalakai sighed with a bit of annoyance as he gently shoved the women away. They each pouted sadly until the sounds of sex filled their ears again and returned to it happily.
"This better be good." Zalakai stated as he stepped out of the room and closed the door behind himself. The noises quickly ended the moment the door shut them out. "I was getting ready to join them." He gestured to the semi hard on outline against the leather. The tall man only shrugged as he turned away, his black wings closed against his back.
"The Lord commands it." The man said gruffily as he lead the way. Zalakai grumbled to himself as his hard on softened.
"Lord. Father. What difference does it make." He said. The man looked back to him, but Zalakai waved him off, "It's a rhetorical question, Felix." His eyes scanned the stone corridor, "Did he at least mention what for?"
"A Demon has been banished back and wants your insight." Felix said as they turned up a set of stairs to a wooden door.
"Did he get banished for trying to seduce a nun?" Zalakai asked before he chuckled to himself, "He must've have played his cards right for him to be back down here."
"Seducing a nun is not easy." Felix grumbled as he pushed open the door. Screams of anguish filled his ears as he stepped out into a gargantuan sized cavern. Fire licked up up the walls of the cliffs, a lava river coursed through the domain. Black winged, crow-like Demons flew about, some carried carcasses or even still living, breathing beings.
"Don't you just love the sound of pain in the morning?" Zalakai half joked, but Felix gave no response. "Tough crowd."
Felix escorted him over the rocky terrain, the ominous fiery skies stretched on for miles in all directions. Zalakai glimpsed over his shoulder to the now distant fortress he made his home and the sensual caress of the women that still lingered in his mind. The sound of a deep groan as a giant trailed its way through the river of lava beside him.
"Morning Garth." Zalakai called out to it. The giant turned its dead eyes on the small Demon and gave a rotted grin and a small wave of his decayed hand.
"Morning 'Kai." The giant returned his greeting before he continued his walking through the lava.
"That's his second lap this morning." Felix chipped in as he stepped over a small three-step staircase to the next rocky landing.
"Really now? He gets faster every year." Zalakai said almost proudly. A castle stood out against the fiery sky. The obsidian stonework shined in the light as it stood strong on a small mountain that overlooked a lake of lava. The iron gates squealed open, skeleton guards at the ready as they bypassed them and continued to follow the dirt trail up to the castle doors. Gargoyles lined the path on either side of them, soft growls emanated from the stone protectors.
"I told him he should upgrade these things. Why can't we have a three headed hound like Hades and Persephone?" Zalakai asked openly. One of the Gargoyles shifted its face from stone and bared its teeth at Zalakai menacingly. "Oh, how scary." He said sarcastically before he snapped his fingers. The Gargoyle grumbled into dust where it stood.
"Take that argument up with the Lord." Felix said dismissively just as they arrived at the large double doors, "You know where he is." Felix turned and fanned out his wings before he took off into the sky. Zalakai watched after him for a moment before the doors opened on their own.
"Time to face the music." He grumbled as he headed inside and the doors slammed behind him. Chandeliers hang up high in the main hall, the dim light barely spread through the entirety of the space. Shadows loomed around every corner as he made his way through the hall to another set of large, heavy wooden doors. Groans drew his attention to two Zombies with silver chains wrapped around their necks. The chains glowed eerily for a moment and forced the undead creatures to open the doors for him. The doors creaked loudly and gave way to a large throne room beyond them. A crimson carpet laid out beneath his feet and stretched forward to a small rise with a large seat made of bone. A single chandalier as large as the Giant's head hung high up on the ceiling with candles lit. Sconces were also lit along the walls on both sides of the room, illuminating the dark tapestry and faded paintings that decorated the chamber. Accompanying Zalakai within the room was a Succubus with light purple skin and trible tattoos around her wrists. Her petite breasts were bare, but she adorn a shimmering cloth around her waist that barely hid her crotch. Her hooves tapped against the stone floor as she crossed from a small table with a goblet and wine bottle to pass it to the man in the chair. A smaller being made of shadow cowered before the large man in the chair.
"You sent for me." Zalakai stopped some feet away from the rise. The man, or perhaps less than a man, took a sip from the goblet before he handed it off to the Succubus again. The moment he stood, his meer presence overtook the room. His black eyes stood out against his dark red skin, tattooes lined his chest, abdomen and arms. Wrapped around his waist was a loin cloth made of thick fur and his hooves had steam rising up from them. His horns curled back slightly and up, his jet black hair slicked back with grey lining the sides.
"You're late." The Demon's voice grumbled as he took a step down from his chair and stood beside the trembling Demon beside him.
"Felix isn't the fastest of messengers." Zalakai retorted.
"You should have vamped here." The Demon suggested with a bit of annoyance in his tone.
"I wanted to stop and smell the roses along the way." He again retorted. The large Demon snarled angrily. The Succubus looked on with fear sparkling in her eyes as she took a step back. Yet Zalakai was used to his father's anger by now that it no longer phased him when he was ready to lash out.
"You're lacking in your duties." The Demon said as he gestured to the Demon at his feet.
"In all honesty, keeping watch over the orgies is part of my job description, remember?" Zalakai reminded him.
"You are also to maintain order amongst the lesser Demons from our portion of the Seven Hells." His father growled angrily.
"No offense, father, but isn't that your job?" Zalakai finally met his gaze and a part of him wished he hadn't. The fire that burned in the Lord's eyes was more fierce than the fires of Hell.
"Leave us." The Demon shouted. The Succubus was quick to make her exit through a side door, and just as the shadow Demon was about to make its escape, his father growled down at it, "Not you." The moment the Succubus left and silence fell over them, his father relaxed slightly. "You make it difficult not skin you alive and have your body hung up over my mantle."
"Aw, I love you too, father." Zalakai rested a hand over his chest before he nodded to the lesser Demon, "What's he in for?"
"He was sent back after possessing a priest." His father's eyes sparkled for a moment, "An Exorcist."
"Not any Exorcist." The shadow Demon squeaked out, "But the Exorcist." He stated.
"Rayleigh." Zalakai mumbled softly.
"I didn't ask you here initially about the Exorcist, Zalakai." His father stood beside him now, "This Demon had been spewing nonsense about that Witch you have imprisoned."
"Witch?" Zalakai tapped his chin thoughtfully, "Witch. Witch. Witch. Which Witch?" He asked innocently.
"Don't mock her." The shadow Demon growled softly. "She's more than just a Witch. You of all people should know, son of Asmodeus." It snarled at him.
"I hate when they speak my title." Zalakai crouched down in front of it. "So long as she is held by my chains, she won't ever escape." He pressed his finger against the shadow's head. The tip of his finger started to glow red hot and the shadow began to screech with agony.
"Your power is weakening, Demon Prince." It cackled through the pain, "You think your chains are still holding?" Zalakai's eyes narrowed, "Any day now. She will return to the realm of the living and rule over all..." It screeched just before it burst into sparks. The glow from his fingertip faded as he rose back to his feet.
"You assured me that you were well." Asmodeous said as he stepped up to his chair and retook his seat, "Do I need to appoint another in your place?"
"No." Zalakai said sternly, "Everything is fine. I am fine." He met his father's gaze.
"You better be." Asmodeus said before he snapped his fingers. The door opened off to the side and the Succubus returned once more, "Deal with the Exorcist first. It's about time she gets what she deserves. What do the Human's call it these days?" He stroked his goatee before smirking, "Right. Karma."
Loud rock music rumbled through the room, glass clinked against one another and the heavy stench of cigarette smoke clung to the wallpaper. The establishment was slow this time of day, just before anyone got off of work. It allowed her some time to wind down and sort through her thoughts after the exorcism she had recently performed.She drummed her nails against the sticky counter, the soft low lights above her highlights the sticky patches across the dark wood surface. Her whiskey glass sat empty with a few ice cubes, droplets rested at the bottom of the glass. A shadow crossed in front of her for a second until a large hand rested over her empty glass and took it away, but not before they replaced it with a new one and filled it with caramel colored beverage."Another rough one, Ray?" A soft voice spoke up and drew her attention to the husky man in front of her. He looked rough around the edges with the mean biker look, but Randall was the nicest man she
Black smoke rose from the inner circle. The stench of death and decay filled her lungs. Candles surrounded her in their dim, yellowish glow. Small bones laid scattered around her. Rats. Birds. Rabbits. Any available creature she could get her hands on. Books lay open, each with a different unique spell written on the aged parchment. Wind whistled and rocked against the weak wooden structure of the hut she made, as there were no other places to safely experiment. She ignored the cold that kissed her toes. Frostbite threatened her fingertips, but she didn't dare quit. She felt so close to her solution. So much closer to help him. And yet... As the smoke cleared away, her eyes dead set on the corpse of a crow she had slaughtered. Nothing. Not a twitch of the wing. Not a flinch of a talon. Nothing. She ran her blood covered hands over her face slowly. Magic had drained her little by little, but she didn't dare give up. Not yet, when she felt so close to achieving the achievable. She tu
The cracking echo of a whip ricochetted through the damp cellar. Whimpers and soft yelps followed those sounds and chains rattled against the stone wall. A single, small candle lit the confines of this space and cast haunting shadows across the walls and floor. "You were told multiple times..." a gravely voice growled. The shadow of an arm rose on the wall with a whip in hand before it cracked down. Another yelp escaped. "Not to take food without permission!" Another crack followed by another yelp. "I haven't eaten in four days... Please..." a young child's voice protested weakly. "That's because you were being punished for mingling with the other children when told not to." his voice thundered in the small room. Blood bubbled and streamed down her back. Old scars were now layered with new open wounds as he reached back with the whip once more. "I won't do it again!" she shouted as she wa
He ran his tongue over his lips, his pupils slowly shrunk back to their original size. He had tasted Humans before, but her, there was something more about her taste that stood out against the rest. Zalakai shut his eyes and leaned his head back against the stone wall as he inhaled deeply.Delectable.The single word crossed his mind quickly, and his leather pants felt tight around his crotch. He ran his hand over his growing length. Even for a short and quick taste, his body had a strong reaction to it. His cock throbbed against the leather and a soft pant left his lips. A sharp pain flashed in his temples, but he pushed it aside. He needed to calm down. Needed to assess the situation further before he jumped to conclusions.As predicted, it didn't take long for the red-head to escape her restraints and attempt to flee the confines of the room. He waited, his arms folded across his chest, while he leaned up against the wall on the other end of the corridor where an intersection caus
Humiliation. She could feel his eyes on her back, etched into her skin just as her scars were. For a moment, she thought she heard a sharp intake of breath from him, as if taken by surprise by what he exposed. Her hands gripped at the chains, but there was no use. Chained. Unveiled. Vulnerable. In the hands of a Demon, no less. "What are you waiting for?" She snapped. "Wrap up with the gawking and get this over with already." She hung her head, the lukewarm stone against her forehead as she shut her eyes. "Who did this to you?" The coldness in his voice shocked her. She lifted her head to peer back and became astounded by what she saw. His eyes were completely black. The irises. The pupils. All of it, coated in a thick blanket of pitch black darkness. At his temples were minor bumps protruding forth from his skin that had also darkened to a light shade of red. She turned her head away. "It doesn't matter." She said. "Tell me." He demanded. His shadow cast on the wall around her a
She practiced. Day and night. Most days go by without a single ounce of food. Yet, she continued as if death couldn't touch her. She was aware of the stares, though. The narrowed, judgemental gazes of her fellow brothers and sisters. There were murmurs among them. Tainted words that lingered in the back of her mind. They would echo. Bounce from one side of her mind to the other. On those days, she would disappear to her makeshift shack in the forest. Her haven. The scent of damp grass filled the small space. The early morning rain finally ceased and the grey clouds gave way to the first rays of morning light. However, the forest was silent. Eerily so. No birds sang their morning tunes. No rustle under the brush from rabbits, or the scurry of squirrels up trees. The forest was still. Karmina took a dagger and rested the tip of the blade into the small flame of a candle. She watched as the heat warmed the steel little by little until the edge gave off an orange hue. She pressed the b
It was brutal. Torture. Not just for Rayleigh, but for himself as well. He listened to her pant and moans. As much as she fought to keep herself silent, her body screamed otherwise. Naked before him now with a small, black vibrator on her clit held there by hands that extended out from the wall behind her. Two more hands tainted in black sulfur caressed her thighs, and another pair fondled her breasts. Zalakai sat on the edge of the bed and watched on. His cock practically pleaded to be freed from his pants and to be buried inside of her. He still hadn't a clue what his body was trying to tell him. The Exorcist he was to take care of, in his father's sense, annihilate her; burn her in the lava lake and watch her melt. Any proper torture and murder to suffice the Prince of Lust. And yet... "S-Stop this..." she panted. Zalakai's eyes narrowed as he looked her over again. Scars covered her body, but not as dark as the ones on her back. She had said nothing else about admitting her "Fat
The thread woven between her fingers dripped with ichor. Dense, black mist hovered around it, extinguishing any shred of light that dared to pass through it. She heaved an exhausted and remorseful sigh . "Does she not bode well?" A soft voice asked from her left. "No." Hecate replied as the thread faded from her grasp. "I am afraid this child is lost." "Every child becomes lost, but in time her feet will bring her back to the proper path." Another voice chipped in, slightly deeper in octave and stronger than the other. "I believe this time she is gone for good." Hecate said. She broke away from their formation and peered around her dimly lit temple. Sconces flared softly on either side of the aisle that lead to the stone steps of her altar. "What power does she wield?" Hecate turned to the soft tone of voice that belonged to Artemis. Two hounds sat at her feet. Still as statues, but their eyes shifted about. "It is Necromancy." Hecate informed her. Artemis looked away with disda