“I know you have hordes of lessers begging you to fuck them, but I’m the only one you let take you.Dominateyou,” he stated, loving the way Barbatos tightened even more. Coiling his tail around the base of Barbatos’ cock, he started stroking, wanting to hear even more of the other demon’s cries of pleasure. “Do you like my dick that much?”
It was a little ironic maybe, considering he was technically a pretty twink compared to Barbatos’ massive, masculine form, but making someone bigger andphysically stronger submit to him like that… it touched some primal part inside of him.
When no reply came, Belial squeezed with his tail, ripping a groan out of his protégé. “Barbatos, if you don’t fess up, I won’t let you come.”
“You think I’d let you fuck me like I’m your bitch if I didn’t like your cock that much?” Barbatos growled, baring his teeth.
Smirking, Belial clasped his waist and rammed into him hard, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the hallway as more lesser demons gathered to watch them. They couldn’t resist the lewd show, all of them chasing after their own pleasure as ecstasy mounted inside Belial and then spilled, tipping Barbatos over the edge as well.
Both of them slumped down, panting and sweating while their audience slowly dispersed. Just as Belial’s thoughts started to return to him, the bone doors flung open, Sairreign darting out of Lucifer’s chambers. He was grimacing in pain and held a hand against his neck. From there, black blood trickled down his back, leaving a trail on the stone floor in his wake.
Barbatos reacted immediately, shoving Belial’s hand away as he shot up and rushed after Sairreign. It was unfortunate, considering Belial had been hoping for another round, but ultimately out of his hands, seeing as his prodigy was friends with the human-demon. Licking the taste of Barbatos’ skin off his lips, Belial worked himself up to his feet and entered Lucifer’s quarters.
“What was that about?” he directed at the High King, allowing some indignation to make it into his tone.
Lucifer ignored his question, focused on wiping the black blood from his extended claws.
“He’s being lenient towards the human-demon,” Baal’s matter-of-factly reply came from Belial’s left as he exited the concealment of invisibility.
“You are?” Belial turned back to Lucifer. This time he was graced with a response in the form of a slight nod of his King’s raven head. “Why?”
Lucifer walked back over to his desk. He touched the bell jar with the severed head, his fingers going through the glass to rake through the blond portion of the man’s hair. They lingered there, then stroked the short brown sides. The gesture was fond, filled with as much sadness and longing as the distant look on the High King’s face.
“Because I don’t want any of my children suffering, Belial,” Lucifer said eventually, stepping away from the strange trophy. “No one should ever have to go through what I have.”
There was that feeling, that emotion Belial couldn’t quite grasp but sometimes observed, yet he didn’t inquire about it for it was not his place to delve into matters Lucifer had chosen not to mention. Instead, he contemplated the implications of his King’s words, the explanation eluding him.
“But what he asks of you is…” Baal trailed off. His slight frown suggested he’d come to the same conclusion as Belial. “How is that even possible?”
Lucifer approached Baal and stroked his cheek. “Sairreign was once human, Baal,” he stated, then cut his gaze to Belial, the intensity in it unusual. “EvenIcan’t take that away from him.”
“Is this why you favor him?” Belial followed up, grasping this rare chance to glimpse inside Lucifer’s mind. To understand him better.
The King of Hell was a capricious creature, one who did what he wanted when he wanted, regardless of whether or not it was appropriate. He followed no rules—not even his own.
“Perhaps. It is both a strength and a weakness and it makes him the ideal candidate for what I have in mind for our realm.”
“And what is that?” Baal jumped in, flicking hair off his bony shoulder.
“Ah, come on now, Baal. You know me better than that.” Spreading his arms wide, Lucifer spun around. “This has always been a temporary respite for me. A way to kill time until…” He glanced at the soul-holder on his bone shelf and then sauntered over to his desk, his midnight eyes laser-focused on the bell jar with the head. “Until there is no time anymore to kill,” he finished with, as cryptic as usual.
Baal appeared to grasp the meaning of Lucifer’s words, and Belial also had his own guesses, though he refrained from pressing further as their King sat on his throne, effectively concluding their discussion.
“I hope you will tell me more about this next time, My King,” Belial insisted, curtsying with a smile. “I’m afraid half of it escaped me.”
“If I find myself in the mood, maybe I will.”
Meaning he likely wouldn’t, but Belial didn’t argue that either. “I shall excuse myself for today, then. I have errands to run.”And an apprentice to scold for leaving so suddenly.
Lucifer waved him off. “I shall see you later, Belial. Don’t scold Barbatos too much.”
“I can’t promise such a thing,” Belial chirped as he rushed out of the King’s chambers, already tapping into his runic power to locate his target.
31
A surge of searing pain jerked Noah awake. He writhed, gasping and clenching his fists as it suffocated him, as he fought with it to retain his consciousness and soul even if he had no right to them anymore. He lost, despite his desperate efforts, but the end didn’t come as he expected, and instead, mind-numbing euphoria mixed in with the agony.
How long passed before Noah could think again, he didn’t know. Minutes blurred together, stretching into what felt like days, his body captive to the invasive sensation until it deemed he’d endured enough. His chest was still burning when the pain dissipated, his head reeling as he sat up and surveyed his surroundings.
