The woodland area seemed never-ending to Raven of the Greenwood Clan as she trampled through the twigs and trees. The girl wore a traditional wolf-fur cloth around her waist, on her forearms and on her ankles with white markings on her cheeks, upper-arms and exposed breasts. The unsuspecting girl had a follower, an admirer of her slim but toned body and dark hair. Those hips were nicely curved, supported by strong thighs; the girl, this woman, was perfect.
Eventually, Raven set up a fire to keep warm beside as she lay down on the dry ground of an abandoned cave, the bones of the last family to live there were still slumped against the decorated walls. The drawings on the walls must have been about half a decade old and told of rituals performed there, sacrifices to an unknown worshipped powerful being. Starring at the fire, Raven was slowly lulled to sleep.
Dark wisps of smoke leaked from the walls and the bones stirred, rolling into each other to form skeletons while the wisps of smoke merged and formed the figure of a man with dark wings. The smoke melted away, making way for a tall male with burning red eyes, black feathered wings stretching out either side of him. The skeletons stumbled as they moved, forming a circle around the young woman and the fire as their master approached the girl.
"Master..." the whispers of the skeleton slaves greeted the male with those deep, red eyes.
"Let's begin shall we?" the man suggested as he leaned down and touched the girl's cheek. "Begin the ritual so that she may bare me a son." he ordered as he turned Raven onto her back, causing the girl to groan softly.
"Lord Lucifer, was Spider not son enough?" the whisper of one of the skeletons asked.
"He's a spider. No. He's not son enough but this woman...she'll give me a crow; a true son of Hell," he said and parted the girl's legs.
Feeling the touch, Raven [finally] awoke and shifted away from the dark-winged man. "Get off me!" she cried out but Lucifer only chuckled.
"Relax, little one," he purred and smiled down at her. "You have been chosen to bare a powerful son. He will be far more glorious than any man you have ever or will ever make acquaintance with. Even the chiefs of any tribe you may meet will be nothing compared to the son you will breed for I will be his father."
Entranced by his words and those red eyes. The stranger crawled between those elegant legs once again as Lucifer ran his hands over the girl. "Such beauty," he purred as he slid a finger over the girl's clit, causing her to shudder and moan. "That's it," he murmured before unzipping his leather trousers while the chanting grew louder. Lucifer thrust into the young girl, making her scream. "Shh," he cooed. "It's alright," he assured Raven as he held still for a little while before he began thrusting in hard but slow. Eventually, Raven began rocking her hips, panting in pleasure. With a growl, the man lifted the girl onto his lap while she began moving hard and fast, lolling her head back as they went wild, gripping hair and clawing, biting, scratching... Raven found herself begging for more as they moved.
The chanting faded into the background as the two clung to one another, the only objective being pleasure. "Ah!" Raven gasped, feeling her orgasm draw nearer while she moved her hips faster, enjoying how Lucifer massaged her breasts and bit her neck. She loved every moment and then … Ecstasy.
She orgasmed as she felt the other release inside her.
The chanting fell and silence was born as Raven lay alone in the cave with the evil man's seed deep inside her.
The same thing happened for the next three nights, each night filled with longer, more animalistic sessions of wild sex which left Raven wanting more and that's what she was given until she could stand no more and passed out. When it was confirmed that Raven was pregnant, Lucifer made no effort to see her again.
The young woman wondered the wilderness, preying on live animals as her meals, her pregnancy giving her a taste for blood; a taste that worsened as her pregnancy wore on. Blood soaked the hides she wore and her very own flesh as she devoured one meal after another. She craved blood, bathed in it as her body soaked up the carmine substance. It was all she could think about; this raging thirst and hunger for flesh.
Then, at last, the child was born. Raven gave birth alone, screaming at the top of her lungs as the child forced its way out of the body. Weak, she could only lie their as the child cried between her legs. When she finally mustered the energy to move, the tribal woman wrapped her son in furs. It was then that Lucifer emerged from the shadows, his eyes on his son. "You have done well to bring our son into this world." he said and knelt down. "He's perfect." He reached for the baby but Raven held the boy close.
"He...is mine." she hissed at him. "You cannot take him. I won't let you."
Lucifer sighed. "You're dying. How do you expect to look after him when you yourself will not last long?"
"I..." she began but had no answer.
"Let me take him. I will teach him how to survive." he told her. Reluctantly, the woman agreed and allowed her son to be taken by his father. Lucifer paused before he left. "His name is Crow. He will be the true prince of the demon realm and he will remember you, Mother of Demons."
Raven nodded and watched with a heavy heart as her son was taken from her forever. "Goodbye...my son."
Crow was lost to his mother forever. They were never to meet again for she soon died there in the cave; her will to go on had dwindled into nothing when her son was taken from her. Lucifer, however, kept his promise and raised Crow to hunt and survive. Years passed and the demon child learned how to make contracts, how to suck souls out of humans without making too much of a mess.
He saw many things, witnessed the human race develop before his eyes. He witnessed the birth and fall of Egypt, watched Pompeii burn and sat back as Marie Antoinette lost her head.
Eventually, the Crow demon made his way to England as the world neared the end of the 19th century, looking for a decent meal. He didn't want one of the many insignificant souls, one of the easy prey; he wanted something he needed to work for. Finally he found it.
He found it in the oddest of places; in the body of a ten year old boy. Then again, he supposed it made sense to have such a pure soul in the body of a child. How could a child yet be tainted by darkness's cold touch?
This child, odd as he may be, gave the Crow a new name with a human sentimental attachment. How...humane. Sebastian. That was his new name. He had been named after a dog which didn't sit too nicely with the crow demon but what could he do? He was bound to the kid and had to obey.
He learnt that his new master was named Ciel. The irony was that, where Sebastian was a demon, Ciel was French for Heaven.
For anyone who is going to argue about my French: I actually took the language as a GCSE and Ciel is French for Heaven and sky but is usually used as Heaven according to my French teacher.