I flicked the whip. The tip sliced the skin of his cheek. Blood welled from the cut and rolled down his face.
“Iam your God now, and my wrath has been awoken.”
Malachi flared his dark wings, almost giddy with elation from the bitter scent of terror and impending violence.
Though this human’s physical body had perished on Earth, his soul had manifested a corporeal form. Humans were too ignorant and weak to understand they didn’t require a sack of flesh and bones to exist.
Makes my job of punishment too easy.
Before he could blink, I struck the whip and sliced off his cock.
For a few seconds, only the distant rumble of Mount Ignis and the popping, hissing magma flowing through my chamber broke the silence.
Kevin’s eyes widened and he jerked his chin downward to inspect his goods.
Or lack thereof.
“That is only the beginning of your punishment.” I threw the whip to Malachi, who caught it easily in his fingers. “Have fun. I grow tired of listening to his mewls.”
“With pleasure, Lord.” Malachi lashed the man across the back, then halted, his hand still upraised, the leather of the whip dangling in the stifling air. “Are you well, Lucian?”
“Of course I am well,” I said, flexing my wings. “Why would you ask such a question?”
“You just seem…distant.”
He was right. Ididfeel removed from this current torture session. How many times had I been through this old song and dance?
Countless eons.
The truth? Boredom gnawed at my soul, and everyone knows the saying about idle hands…
Chapter 2
Lucian Elysium
Ten Years Ago
Agigglerousedme,and I opened an eye.
My bedroom, tucked at the top ofSheol, my obsidian fortress, was alight with soft candles placed strategically around the room. Long, black silk curtains hid the view of the distant volcano and reddish desert.
“My Prince,” an orange-haired succubus named Jerica purred, nibbling her way down my bare torso. “Do you wish for more pleasure?”
“Of course, he does.” Jerilyn, Jerica’s sister, trailed a long fingernail down my upper arm as she leaned into my neck and licked the skin.
They’d been a pleasant past-time last night, and their tongues had performed magical feats to my dick.
But I was no longer in the mood this morning.Somethinghad disturbed my rest and I couldn’t place its disruption.
“Leave me,” I said, waving a hand toward the door.
“But, Lord, we—”
I pulled on the shadows in the room, pulling them so tight that the oppressive black snuffed out the candles. “Now.”
With a yelp, Jerilyn and Jerica flew from the bed to careen out the door, their naked asses flashing in the darkness.
Something is amiss.
