Disclaimer: I'm not a fan of all hell-Lords being damion, and Satana father, so it just Marduk
'It was just ordinary night and ordinary night at least for me. For you see I am devil's daughter. I am Satana,'
She walks down the streets of California; she walks with her hands on her white leather coat following a young man. The long white coats hand over her slender, lengthy body, her long fiery red hair flows back in the wind, and beneath her high-heels clanking on the pavement.
Click, clack click clack,
Her heel echo, as she comes closer to the male, and as she walks past him, her hand runs across his arm, and she smiles gently. She waved her hand indicating for him to follow her. She turns around, and finds a dark allay to go down. She smiles, and grabs hold of him arms holding him against the wall, and kisses him. She presses against him, as she drains the energy from his body, as he starts to wither away from her kiss Satana places her head back, as the body drops. She grins, as she open his mouth and claims the soul from her mouth. She places the glowing blue butterfly in her mouth. She sighs feeling the energy flow though her body. She stands up walking from the body laughing. The life's meant nothing, but to sustain hers.
She looks around, and walks down the street.
'These men die to quickly, I was looking for more."
She had felt this way for awhile now, she craved passion, lust. She couldn't get it off these mortals, but she knew those who could give it to her, those with no souls, and that Hell was the only place where people like that was, but she wasn't looking for just anybody. She was looking for someone powerful to share lust with.
To be continued