Existence: A Dark Paranormal Fantasy (The Devilgod Series Book 1)

by S. C. Lewis

  Right…

  Lucas could imagine what Eric might have appeared like, seated in a dark, dank room with no lighting watching horror movies, drinking from a goblet with some sort of red liquid made to appear like blood, a cloak draping his frame, his face painted white, and porcelain canines revealed beneath the fold of his mouth as his lips parted in a smile.

  He could imagine him, with long black hair, and red burning lips, dressed in gothic clothing. Perhaps wearing silver crucifixes, and other jewelry around his neck and upon each finger.

  “I hope that’s okay with you?”

  Only when he heard Eric’s voice at the other end did Lucas realize the silence between them. “Oh yes, of course.”

  It was all ok with him. He was only up now because he had gotten the call from Eric. He loved the idea of getting up late. He could take the idea of sleeping in. It was like a dream job. These people would “help” him.

  “I hate the daylight myself, it’s only the night life for me, you get me, man?”

  “Good, then. I’ll expect you between two and two-thirty am. Weekend’s our busiest time, but Angelo will teach you the ropes. He’s the best. See you then. Bye for now.”

  He hung up the phone, Lucas muttered quizzically to himself, and stumbled back into his bed with a viciously huge smile spreading across his face. Now, he didn’t have to find another apartment, and wouldn’t have to leave the neighborhood he had loved so much. He fell asleep like a big baby.

  That had been the call that had set things into motion again for him. Buttoning his collar, on time to the very minute, he hurried down the eventful streets, but the local bars were not as busy as he had thought. They were deserted on the weekends, because of the Cathedral De Los Vampiros, and it was no different today.

  It wasn’t raining as bad as it had been earlier in the day. He walked down the dark streets; a few homeless people were sitting on the sidewalk, lifting their filthy paws up for change, yet he pretended not to see them. He passed them up like they weren’t there. He didn’t want to look at them.

  Why didn’t they just get a job? Bastards, he thought, at least he was making something of himself, and all they wanted to do was leech off of him.

  He continued to walk. Home seemed miles away, but at least the rain had come to a lonely and futile ending.

  It was only after a few blocks that Lucas noticed a single figure lingering behind him, one of the homeless, he thought. Ignoring the figure, he continued down the sidewalk, striding faster. He wanted to get to his bed, crawl under the sheets, and close his eyes. For good.

  But again, he turned, and there was the figure, still close but not visible, behind. What does he want? Lucas thought to himself. He faced facts and challenged the form in the dark and quiet streets. The sounds of the city and Montrose were quite a distance away, now. Even if he wanted to cry out, no one would have heard him through the club music or the racket surrounding the area.

  “I have no change!” he yelled, but the figure didn’t answer, nor did it stop.

  Nervously, Lucas walked faster, trying to get away from him, it, or whatever, but the figure continued to follow. He walked faster- no, not frightened, but frustrated and tired. He didn’t want to deal with these people; at least, not today.

  “Later, man!” he screamed aloud.

  He almost tripped in his running haste, turned another dark and tangential corner, found the street darker than expected, but he continued. His heart was thumping inside his chest. He gasped, and then stopped. What the hell was he doing? He should set this guy straight. If he didn’t now, they would never leave him alone; walking home would be a bigger chore. He couldn’t let these “people” push him around. Shit, who said they were even, well, people?

  The figure turned the corner, too; it was quiet, the place was deserted. All the houses in the neighborhood seemed deserted and vacant. The sounds of Montrose drifted the semblance of light years away from where he was standing now.

  “Fuck off; I said, I have no change!”

  The figure didn’t say a word, but continued to approach. Lucas couldn’t make his face out, but could tell it was a huge, gangly man, with large arms and a broad chest. Or was it, frightfully peculiar, a broad breast? The man stopped a distance from him; the shadows hid his features.

  Lucas stepped back—there was something eerie about the form, something not right, and something not human.

  He tried to run, but he couldn’t move. Something had him and he turned his head back just to see it. The figure was approaching inch-by-inch and yard-by-yard. It was time to panic at last, to make a last-minute escape.

  He manfully panicked, but the weird tentacle was wrapping around him holding him back. And then, it was too late.

  Blood!!

  5

  Uncontained desires

  Seth

  Love is overrated…

  I entered the bedroom. In the distance, the shower was running. The place was quiet except for the sounds of water and a gentle, soft voice humming. I leaned toward the bathroom door and looked inside. The door was open slightly, but I didn’t enter. I caught a sight of her blurry, naked figure through the glass door of the shower. I’d forgotten why I had come, but now her naked form stirred and awakened desires I had hoped to bury at least for now. It just didn’t matter any longer.

  The strain beneath my pants returned, alive and growing. I exhaled with the exquisite pang of sheer arousal. A smiled curved a corner of my full lips as I drew over to the shower to watch a little more. Then, with an enormous attack of guilt, I moved from the door as Sophia’s hand appeared through the open glass, reaching for a plush, purple towel draped over its rack. I caught only a glimpse of one youthful breast when she had reached for the towel.

  I moved across the large bedroom, walking by the curtains to lurk in the shadows of the large bedroom. A single light was burning dimly, so it was impossible to make out any shadows among the shapes of the curtains.

  My long fingers felt at the growing lump beneath the fabric as my eyes caught her exiting the bathroom. She was wearing a dark, mahogany red robe.

  She didn’t see me, as I stood across the room behind the dark shapeless curtains of the bedroom. The passion grew with each second and it was getting harder and harder to resist what I longed to do. Why was I here? What did I expect to have happen? I knew exactly what I desired and wanted.

  Sophia walked to the mirror and picked up the brush on her dresser, then slowly began to brush her long dark hair. She stopped, putting the brush down, and opened her dresser taking out a pair lacy, colorful, sexy garments.

  She walked to the bed and set the exotic bits of lace on the mattress. Then, she pulled open at the robe. I wet my lips, my eager eyes wide, a smile spread like a greedy man counting gold coins.

  She took the robe off, and set it aside, taking one skimpy bra from the bedside and worked her arms through the loops.

  I watched with growing eagerness, taking note of every inch of her body. The desire below grew, and I didn’t know how I could contain it further. Moments earlier, I had come seeking her guidance, her attention, but now that very idea was a faded thought long forgotten.

  Instead, I took note of her firm figure. If she knew of prying eyes, she would have hurried to dress herself.

  She had soft features, and well-rounded breasts. This was the vehicle that had carried life into my being, had cursed my very existence into this plain. And had very well twisted the meaning of true love. I was not a monster in lust; I was lost in this very moment, but not for perverse reasons, because I had been unleashed into a world our love could not connect and not be taboo in some sense. They knew nothing, I cried from within.

  I wanted to feel her close. To feel her firm body, her breasts against my skin and feel their perfection.

  She tossed the bra aside and moved onto the next garment. I cared not, as long as she stayed naked and breathing. Nothing in Heaven or on Earth could be a more wonderful sight. She was too young, too vibr
ant and alive to waste on anyone else.

  She grabbed at the panties from the bed and slipped her feet in slowly, lifting each leg slightly. I caught every feature of her form, from every angle.

  I groaned with raw desire, such agony. I grabbed at myself, exhaled, and licked at the opening of my gapping mouth.

  She stopped. I froze, unable to contain the pleasure of my own hand, or the friction of my moving palm. She glanced across the room, just as I exhaled in agony. I would have collapsed but nothing made sense, not pleasuring one’s self, but pleasuring the only one thee loved, no doubt. I found her eyes looking in my direction the, shapeless shadow behind the curtain holding a grip of himself. Her eyes blinked back. Was she unsure of what she had seen?

  There was no hiding from the cruel dark desires in the both of us. I stepped out into the open found her eyes gazing back at me. She staggered back, grabbing at the robe from the bed to cover herself. She froze, now unable to move away any further as I came even closer and stood in front of her. The wet of my comings quite obvious on the fabric of my slacks. The sweat of my brow clearly visible, I was exhausted, but no doubt could continue if the invitation was there. My eyes welcomed the summons.

  I took the blazer off, pulling at the tie and tossed them on the bed, and moved upon her immediately. Her body stiffened as my arms gripped a hold of her. She trembled; her lips quivered in my hold. Before she could scream, I kissed her, ripping the robe from her grasp and dropping it to the floor.

  She desperately struggled in my arms at first as I pressed her naked body against mine, kissing away an aching passion that had been growing. She couldn’t fight my misplaced desires, and I couldn’t resist her any longer.

  I ran my hands over her naked body, pressing her soft breasts, feeling their tenderness against my chest. Strangely, she stopped struggling. I gazed down at her, and in her eyes, I saw it, an intoxicating energy I had felt in myself. She gazed at me, panting- weakened and lost. there was confusion upon her face, but an eagerness to welcome this pleasure that was now pouring from her gaping mouth.

  She exhaled, a faint whisper poured from her parted mouth. “We can’t…we can’t do this terrible thing. It’s not right.” Her voice was like tendrils of cancerous smoke.

  I smiled and gently lay her down upon the bed, bending over her and unfastening my trousers.

  She lay still, and seemed far gone, intoxicated even. I lowered myself over her, came down, and pushed gently inside her, pushing hard into her wet and tight cunt. She mumbled again, as I pushed deeper into her, feeling the nectar of her soak my skin.

  “We can’t…we can’t.”

  But I knew she wanted this I could see it in her eyes! She wanted it just as much as I.

  “It is right…I love you.” I whispered, tunneling into her, it was a pleasure I had longed to feel! A pleasure I had felt I had to fight or lose to another. “I need you,” I gasped in ecstasy. “I’ve longed for you. We belong together. Don’t you feel it, my love?” I nearly collapsed, the fluttering of my heart exploding in devilish desire. As I felt the ecstasy of my flower opening to my very male essence.

  She reached up pulling lose at the garment that dressed me. Tearing away at the opening of the silk shirt from my body her hands reached out and touched me. I yanked it off and fell forward against her breasts and devoured her mouth. She whimpered at my caress and at my kisses, all the pleasure and agony of denying these feelings exploding repeatedly from us. She cried in girlish whimpers as she pressed me to her and stroked the backside of my buttocks.

  Moans escaped her gaping mouth in musical releases. Struggles forgotten, she gave in enough to strongly press me to her. I was smiling with the half-grin of a guilty man of deep arousal and passion. Her resistance withered, her pleas and struggles were overlooked. Only now desire, our cries and the sheer pleasure of our lovemaking pounded the walls of the bedroom and rocked the very bed.

  I pleasured every part of her body, brought her to the moment of ecstasy repeatedly. Every guilt-ridden moment of desire that I had once longed for now I could take delight in. She was mine at last; she was mine!

  Sweat draped the brow of my forehead, the scent of sex was ripe in the room like a cloud, a fragrance of lust. I was soaked in ecstasy, in woman nectar. I smelled her on me, and it kept me a prisoner to her embrace. She took me in, her arms wrapped around me as her lips found my wet mouth. Her tongue pushed and parted my lips hungrily. She was just as hungry as I, if not far more.

  She climaxed yet again. I collapsed falling against her, holding her tightly in my arms.

  She cried out like a lost goddess in delight, holding my firm buttocks in her hands, pushing me into the very core of her sex. I released in a devilish victory!

  “It is right,” I whispered parting her mouth with my tongue and kissed her. “You’re mine, Sophia. You have always been mine. You’ve only forgotten.”

  She didn’t speak, only exhaled in delight beneath me. I lifted away from her, and sat upon the bed to examine her. On her brow laid a cold sweat, her body was moist and wet, her hairy cherry was glistening, soaked in my come. I touched her pussy, stroked at the opening, driving my finger into her. She groaned as I ran my hand up to her breast and I squeezed and sucked it, before I came down and kissed the slit of her cunt with my tongue. She gasped and exhaled. She was delicious!

  Her eyes remained closed as she wanly smiled, satisfied, no doubt. Then, slowly she opened her eyes to sweetly gaze up at me before sitting up. I put my hand between her leg on her pussy once again stroking it. She made an attempt to speak, but I gave her no time, ramming my tongue into her gapping mouth kissing her mercilessly. She dropped upon the bed as I touched her cunt again. Running my tongue over her, I pushed it inside her. I couldn’t get enough of her taste. She lay in ecstasy momentarily

  I rose, pulling at my pants and walked over to the desk with my dick still hanging out of my slacks. A handsome man with black hair stared back at me from the mirror, a look of satisfaction displayed in his eyes. The naked beauty lay upon the bed, behind me. She sat up now, the shape of her nude body aroused me once more, and I was ready for round two. I tucked at my dick, stroked it and found it wet to the touch. It only excited me. Her nectar was all over me, soaking the very skin of the base and side of my legs.

  “What have we done?” Something evil had awakened my beloved it. She looked lost once more, when she knew nothing of us. She wasn’t that confused girl that didn’t recognize us. That saw another reality, a sick one that would not allow us to connect.

  I pushed back my hair and spun around. I made no attempts to zip my trousers. She rose from the bed and grabbed the robe off the floor, then quickly covered herself shamefully.

  “What have we done?” She whispered furtively standing near the bed as I approach, still intoxicated. I needed to wake her from her hideous dream. The dream or, more apt, nightmare that separated us from one another. She began to cry. Why do you weep? I wanted to voice.

  I rushed over and gripped a hold of her, grabbing at her hand and placed it on me. “We made love!” I exhaled pushing her to stroke me.

  She panicked, struggling in my arms instead trying to pull away. There was a frozen, cursive guilt in her eyes. You’ve been deceived, I wanted to assure her.

  “Take a hold of me,” I pushed on. For a moment, she gripped my pecker and I delighted in the idea that she no longer feared our bond, our union. That, somehow, she had realized the deception was on us. She idly looked down at the floor.

  “We made love, that’s what we did! We belong together, my love.” I moved upon her.

  Her grip released my penis and I pushed into her forcing her waist to connect with mine. She exhaled deliriously as I kissed her neck, pushing her harder to me. You need me just as I need you. I love you.

  She couldn’t stop me, nor the overwhelming desire growing deep inside her. I felt it, just as I felt her warmth taking me in as I moved inside her with the passions of a demon, no… a devil.

  It was
right, everything, our love making. She belonged with me. She was mine…

  “No! It’s not right!” she cried, and pushed me back, pulling away and holding herself erect. She couldn’t even look at me—she felt shame. But why? We were lovers in a far, far place; this was the dream. Why was she fighting these feelings?

  “What have I done? Oh, Nathan, what have I done?”

  I cringed at the sound of his name. As long as he was around, she would never see the truth. She would never feel it. The love, our love, our true love.

  Sophia fell to the floor screaming as her body erupted into a massive tower of flames! I fell beside myself shaken with fear moving back, shocked at what I was seeing. My gentle and loving Sophia was covered in an endlessly unstoppable inferno, incinerating itself. I could do nothing to stop it. I felt helpless just as I felt every moment she wasn’t in my arms.

  It was then I realized I was no longer standing in her bedroom. I was overlooking a deep pit, miles deep and more miles wide, filled with fire. I cried out, reaching for her into the loudly whipping rays, but she was gone, and the lifeless stump that had once been Sophia collapsed.

  Below, I saw the ashen shape of her form scattering into an empty abyss.

  “No… Sophia? NooooOOOO!”

  6

  The Strange encounter

  Seth

  I sat up and glanced around the room, recognizing the surroundings. It was a god-awful dream. I was in my office asleep the whole time? I leaned back in my seat and pushed back the ebony-black of my hair. The door of the office was closed. This was strange. I never closed my door, unless my darling Sophia was in the office, working with me.