by P. K. Tyler
Belial's shoulders slumped and, for a moment, Asmodeus remembered how young he was, barely a full rotation of the sun had passed since the boy had been born. "Maybe what we need is a bit of help."
"Who's going to help us?"
"Anyone I want, but I can only bring so many demons through at once." Asmodeus smiled. "I have an idea."
They left the abandoned train station, still within sight of the lights of a bustling New York City nightlife. Like a petulant teenager, Belial huffed as he kept an easy pace at Asmodeus' side.
"Where are we going? I'm hungry. Are there more dogs here?" The boy demon looked around in the darkness for something to feast on, the dried blood from his earlier meal still dark against his skin.
"That hunger will not abate until you satisfy all of your cravings. Come, let's get you some clothes, first."
"Why bother?"
"Because you'll attract enough attention with clothes, you can’t walk around naked. Look at you." Asmodeus paused and put one slender hand on Belial's chest. "You’ve grown tall and strong, almost into your full magnificence. As handsome as any mother could hope her son to be, but you aren’t yet ready to announce your presence to the world. You must grow stronger, and we need to call forth warriors worthy of serving you."
"Where will we find the vessels needed to do that?"
"A Sorority house would do. There’s a small college near here and on a night like tonight it would be full of young women." Asmodeus stepped around a puddle of piss, pulling Belial with him. "We need four women, find ones that please you, they are yours to use as you wish," he said.
Belial's eyebrows drew close together and he nodded, a mischievous grin lighting up his face, "Okay."
Asmodeus huffed and his face flushed. He couldn't help but feel indignant, though it didn't make any sense.
You want those women for yourself as well, Adel thought.
Only in service to our young master, Adel. You know I love your body. He reached up and brushed his fingers across his nipples. I love pleasing this body. And as soon as we're alone...
Yes. Soon.
Belial glanced at Asmodeus, but shrugged and remained quiet. What must this strange connection he shared with Adel look like to another demon?
Belial had grown big. He towered over Adel's petite frame. Pent up energy rolled off him in heat waves. He needed to work out some of his frustration. Adel was right, he needed someone or something to do.
They approached a cul de sac with houses lined up neatly along the loop drive. Almost all of the houses were dark with only a porch light on in the front. One house hid in the shadows, completely dark, likely vacant. A repossession notice hung on the front door, a mark of shame in an otherwise pristine neighborhood.
Asmodeus led Belial around the back of the old Victorian home.
"You think we'll find clothes here, Asmodeus?"
"Perhaps. If not, you'll have to wait for me here while I get you something appropriate to wear.”
Belial twisted the knob until it broke, brass bits falling to the floor in a clatter. Asmodeus searched for an alarm keypad, just in case the previous owner had a silent alarm installed, but found nothing.
"Check the rooms upstairs for clothes. Look in the bedroom closets."
By the time Asmodeus finished searching the entire house for an alarm, Belial had dressed in a navy, collared t-shirt and jeans. He turned in a slow circle, showing off his strong body in tight jeans.
"How do I look?"
"Edible. I take it you didn't find any shoes?"
Belial glanced down at his bare feet and shrugged. "I may find a pair on the way."
"Okay, then. Come." Asmodeus led him through the house and into the living room. They looked out the window at the circle of houses surrounding them, and beyond. The local CUNY campus stood out against the dark horizon like a beacon.
"You are the son of Lucifer, Belial. Humanity was created for us, to stand before us or lie beneath us, whichever we desire. Go, take what's yours."
Belial nodded and headed out into the darkness.
Adel tried to call out to him, but only Asmodeus heard. Be careful. Have fun. I love you.
He'll be fine, Adel. Don't worry. And we'll be right here if he needs us.
I know, it's just... He didn't even ask us to go with him.
He needs to do this alone.
He didn't even look back.
Her sorrow mingled with a wistful pride and enveloped Asmodeus in warmth. He didn’t harbor any worries about Belial, but he wished he could be there with him for his first seduction. With his dark looks and well defined physique, Belial at play would be a thing of beauty.
When Belial passed out of sight, Asmodeus turned his attention to the house, going straight upstairs toward the master bedroom.
I wonder who lived here. What happened to them?
Probably some lonely Joe who died without a will or a plan. Doesn’t matter. He trailed his fingers along the polished wood handrail on his way upstairs, noting the lack of dust. Must have happened recently.
Asmodeus paused at the top of the stairs, considering his options. He decided on the master bedroom, and kicked his shoes off at the door. The lush, cream colored carpet tickled Adel's toes.
Belial would likely bring them to this room. Then, he could watch. He hid in the walk-in closet, leaving the door open just a bit. Adel’s breasts tingled with his anticipation. Asmodeus...
We have time to play before he returns. His fingers pressed against her mound, teasing her through her clothes. Their pleasure rose, warmed, throbbed together.
Check the bedside table, Asmodeus.
What for?
Dildo.
Ah.
He wanted to be filled just as badly as she did, so Asmodeus looked in both nightstands and came up empty.
The dresser...
A glorious, two inch thick cock lay hidden beneath a pile of nightgowns.
Yes, they moaned together, returning to the closet to pass the time waiting for Belial to return.
***
Belial lay on the bed with one woman riding him and another grinding against his face. They bounced and rocked frantically atop the young, demon.
Asmodeus couldn't see their faces, but could tell they were enjoying themselves. The one straddling his lap slammed herself down on Belial’s body so hard, his balls slapped up against her ass to the rhythm of her ride.
Belial lay back and let them use his body.
Asmodeus trailed his hand down the front of Adel's pants and rubbed his clit through her panties. It wasn't the same as having a cock inside them, but Belial needed to experience this moment of sexuality without his mother.
Asmodeus rubbed and rocked his hips against his hand, the pressure between his legs built until he thought he'd explode. He pulled his hand out of Adel's pants long enough to unzip them and drop them around her ankles. He spread her legs and pushed his fingers into her pussy. He wanted to be filled and spread open.
He watched the blonde atop Belial as her thrusts became harder, but still kept up a steady rhythm. She cried out and tensed, her legs shaking with the strength of her release. Her whole body shuddered, then she rolled off Belial and lay on her back, spent.
Belial grabbed the woman who sat on his face and flung her onto the bed. He mounted her and thrust his cock deep inside with one powerful motion.
She cried out and wrapped her long legs up around his hips, lifting her ass off the bed to meet him thrust for thrust. Beads of sweat glistened on her skin.
Asmodeus' legs shook, he was so close to release. He pinched his clit and fucked Adel’s thin fingers until he finally came, the blonde's cries of pleasure pushing him over the edge.
Belial let out a cry of his own, his back rippling as his nescient wings struggled to break free. His orgasm broke with a howl and he spilled his seed deep within the woman beneath him.
She must have been his favorite, and the strongest. This one would be a suitable host for the demon Sar
ai.
Adel hummed with pride. He's done such a good job!
Asmodeus pulled Adel’s clothes back on and ran her hands over her hair before pushing the door the rest of the way open. "Belial, where are the other two?"
He pointed to the east wall with a grin. "Passed out and waiting in the next room."
"Excellent."
Well done, my love.
Asmodeus traced a symbol on the last blonde's stomach, the one Belial bestowed his seed upon, his fingertips raising goosebumps along her flesh. "Sarai." He moved on to the other woman.
"Tell me about her, Belial. What stood out about this one?"
"She was crass. She's tough. Not like this one was, but harder. Ya know?"
Asmodeus nodded. "Yes. This one is perfect for Delilah. Let's go see to the other two."
In the next room, two more blondes slept peacefully.
"Of the two," Asmodeus gestured to the naked beauties, "which was the more graceful and delicate?"
Belial pointed to the one on the left. "She was sweet. I got the feeling she didn't really want to be here, but she wouldn't go against that other one, the one you called Sarai. The other one," he glanced at the one on the right, "she seemed, I don't know, cold. Not cold, definitely passionate, but..."
"Cunning? Devious? Sadistic?"
"Yeah, exactly. Like she could tell this one was uncomfortable, but she liked it." He laughed, then. "She actually went down on her. Started licking her pussy and wouldn't stop until she made her cum. Took a long time. I fucked her from behind while she did. Can't tell you how many times she came. She fucking loved it."
"Twisted. Definitely our Gina." Asmodeus grazed her skin as well, tracing an unseen symbol onto her belly, and then did the same to the woman on the left. "Tzila."
Asmodeus returned to the first woman in the master bedroom. "Sarai, hear my call. The glory of man lasts for but a moment in the blink of a demon's eye. Join me in this earthly plane and I will deliver unto you a task befitting Hell's most tenacious demoness."
He pulled out a kitchen knife and traced a circle on her torso, then a cross within the circle. Droplets of blood sprang up where he dragged the blade across her skin.
"Rise and awaken, Sarai. Report for duty."
Wisps of grey smoke coiled up from the blood on her body, slithering over her curves.
Asmodeus glanced at Belial. "Go summon Gina and Tzila."
Smoke rose from Sarai’s shallow wounds and explored her form. The awakened demons waited patiently for their sisters to be called. Then, and only then, would they seep into the minds of these women and latch on to their souls. And, for a short time, the world would know the horror that was Asmodeus' favorite hunting party.
Chapter Two
Asmodeus and Belial led Sarai and her team through the city, across barren lots, beyond wooded areas and into open country, far from the wails of sirens in the city. As they neared the gypsy camp, Sarai let out an owl hoot, raised her fist, and her team halted immediately.
She extended her arm as high as she could and pointed up with two fingers: two angels ahead. She lowered her arm, but kept her hand level with her head, again with two fingers up: two Sin Eaters.
Interesting. Asmodeus knew about the priest's lover, but not the second Sin Eater.
Sarai turned to Delilah, made a fist, and pointed in Belial's direction. Tzila and Gina stayed at her side, but Delilah moved to walk beside her new master. She would be the last line of defense, just in case the angels and Sin Eaters got through the other three. Belial was to be protected at all costs.
Depending on how long they’d been there, the angels could be close to burning through their human hosts. That would give Asmodeus and his team a distinct advantage. If not, the fight could get messy. Angels were more like demons than they liked to admit, and would put up a good fight.
Asmodeus knew better than to attack while the angels were still at full strength. He should wait and find out more about his enemy. Why take the risk? He could easily send the demons back to the sorority house for an equally satisfying bloodbath.
Belial would enjoy that, and the Sin Eaters and angels would be too far away to do anything about it.
He hated to admit it, even to himself, but he wanted the priest. Well, Adel wanted the priest. Same thing. A pang of worry clenched around his heart.
What if he gets killed? You can't let them hurt my brother!
Adel, stop. He'll be fine.
How can you say that? He's nothing to them!
"Sarai, there's a priest with the Sin Eater."
All four women stopped walking and turned to face him.
"And?"
"Leave him to me."
She glared at him, perhaps seeing the body he wore, Adel, instead of her commander.
"He's mine."
She doesn't look convinced, Asmodeus.
He loosened just enough control of his demonic essence to scorch the ground beneath him. There was no telling what kind of damage he was doing to Adel's body, but a demonstration of power was necessary with such volatile soldiers.
He took two steps closer to Delilah, his gaze never wavering from Sarai's. The heat rising off of him was tangible.
The air shimmered before him. Delilah took two steps back, closer to her sister. "Sarai..."
"Fine. The priest is off limits." Her voice was an empty well where emotions should have run deep. Her face remained expressionless. If she thought he was going soft, she kept it to herself. If she was scared, she didn't show it.
That, in and of itself, worried Asmodeus. But if she turned on him, he'd put her down in an instant. Her and her team. He was commander of thirty six of Lucifer's greatest legions for a reason. His cruelty had earned him fear and respect amongst the ranks of demons. His ingenuity for punishments and sin were legend and he took great pride in his reputation. If she forgot her place beneath him, he'd happily give her a reminder. The thought would have made his dick hard, if he had one. He missed the feel of a form more natural to him.
Will I ever see you as you are?
Yes, my love. When we die, I'll return to Hell and take you with me. You are mine, as I am yours now. You will be with me always.
Always.
Sarai’s eyes narrowed slightly, but she gave the signal to move out, and they continued to follow her to the Romani community. The sun rose slowly in the eastern sky as they neared the circle of trailers, the embers of a large bonfire still glowed in the early morning gloom.
A trailer door opened and a young woman came out carrying a basket of clothes to the line strung out between two poles in her yard.
Sarai glanced at Tzila, then back at the woman.
Tzila took off in a graceful sprint. She reached the woman's side before they could blink.
The gypsy woman turned to face her, startled, and opened her mouth. Tzila's fist struck her in the throat before she could speak or scream or even take a deep breath.
She shoved the woman onto her back and lifted her by one foot, dragging her to the center of the encampment. She pulled out a knife and sliced off the woman’s tongue.
Another door opened and a man came out, scratching his balls through his briefs and yawning.
Sarai gestured and Gina pounced on him in an instant, wrapping her hands around his throat as he thrashed and punched her arms and face. He grunted, struggling against her until she twisted hard and fast, snapping his neck.
More doors opened and children ran out of homes, boisterous voices blissfully unaware, for the moment, of the danger they were in.
Belial took a step forward, but hesitated, glancing at Asmodeus. "You coming?"
He wants us with him!
That or he thinks I've grown weak. I'll have to prove otherwise.
Of course, but not the children. Right?
"Wouldn't miss it for the world."
The screams of the children brought the rest of the gypsies out of their homes and into the fray.
Asmodeus joined the battle, scalpi
ng women with his nails and teeth, letting the blood of the gypsy filth run down his chin.
A large man with grey hair and a barrel chest rushed toward him, screaming in Romani.
Asmodeus laughed, sidestepping the attack and delivering a punch directly to the man’s throat, sending him flying back to the ground, sputtering blood as his body attempted to breathe. He stood and watched the man suffocate.
Belial unsheathed long claws, black like his father’s, and tore through the flesh of every creature who came in his path, his wrath a monumental moment of perfect destruction.
Our son is full of such magnificent cruelty.
His shall be a glorious reign.
Chapter Three
Nik woke to hot breath against the back of his neck. Zeph.
He laid still, part of him believing that he was still ensnared by sleep, dreaming a desire so vividly that his heart wanted to believe it real. He held his breath, afraid that the tiniest movement might rip the moment away and he'd return to a reality where Zeph had snuck out of the bed and slept on the floor, keeping the distance between them intact.
He closed his eyes and let the warmth wrapped around him soak into his bones. His dream state must be Heaven, because he felt no pain after yesterday's beating and Zeph's heavy arm draped across his middle felt tangible. He could live here forever.
"Nik?" Zeph's voice sliced through his dream. "Hey, are you awake?"
The body next to him moved and Nik clutched Zeph's arm to his chest, not wanting the blissful moment to end, even if it only existed in his mind.
A chuckle tickled the back of his neck and then, as it occurred to him he might not actually be asleep, Zeph planted a kiss on his neck just below his ear.
Now he held his breath, not to keep from waking up, but in the hopes that he would never need to sleep, or eat, or pee again. All he wanted was to exist here.
"I can tell you're awake," Zeph whispered, laying his hand flat against Nik's chest. "Your breathing changed."
"You listen to my breathing? That's weird."
"I notice everything you do," Zeph whispered against the nape of his neck before placing another kiss on Nik's skin.
