"He preys on suicidal souls."
"They don't want you," whispered a sweet voice, spewing rotten peaches and hissing broken promises. "If they did, why would they beat you so? Maybe you would be better off..."
"Aren't they supposed to go to Hell to repent?"
"I don't think he cares, the snake."
"I should just die," the young girl sobbed, wrapping herself with her bruised arms, blood leaking from the fresh cuts that joined the scars. She picked up the blade she had been using for almost five years now, raising it again to her wrist, but she stopped.
"That will be slow. Too slow. Maybe there is another way..." The young girl could feel nails prick at her neck, shiver dancing down her spine.
"He hisses sin in their ears, spoiling their pure souls," the male scoffed, flaring his feathered wings in anger.
Licking his lips, the red-eyed devil left the home, waiting outside for only a moment before hearing a female shriek. A twisted grin fell onto his lips, twisting his handsome face. He vanished in black smoke, his red orbs glowing in the haze before they, too, disappeared.
The black smoke appeared again in a throne-room, the devil stepping out of the mist, his bare feet not making a sound on the marble floor. His chest was exposed, a necklace as black as obsidian swinging the silver dragon charm about softly with each step. His pants were loose, ghosting the top of his feet, the fabric amber in shade. His eyes red as blood, hazed with the pleasure of his meal, the girl's sadness still tingling on his tongue. His hair was a deep shade of red, long and draping down his back. His face was soft, not round nor sharp, giving him a feminine charm.
He raked pale, long fingers through his fiery strands, approaching the throne with the grace of a thousand dancers, eyes hooded with promise. He climbed the shallow steps, eager to reach his master.
"He's a dog to Lucifer, I hear," another whispered, the name coiling fear in their souls. "One of his generals."
"How was your hunt?"
"Successful," he breathed, kneeling between his master's legs, nuzzling his knee. "I hope I wasn't too long, my Lord."
"Didn't the Father seal him in the Red Sea when his messenger delivered his people?"
"Not at all. Normally, you toy with your prey much longer," he rumbled, running his fingers through his servant's hair, never catching on a snag. A low rumble of appreciation left the general's throat, leaning into the touch. "I love the blood red of your eyes after a kill."
"The Morning Star always did threaten his return. Maybe we should have taken more heed."
Gazing upon his lord and master, a shiver raced its way down his spine. The man's black, shoulder-length hair was swept behind pointed ears, his red eyes closed, for now. A stubble marked his chin, only accenting his strong jaw. His black robes seemed to be an endless abyss, losing his pale skin under the dark fabric. Gold bands decorated his wrists, rings of solid white gold bore no gems, but shined in the light. One hand was in his servant's hair, combing it fondly, the other in a fist supporting his head, his elbow propped on the armrest of his throne.
"Ah, but you like them gold as well," the man at his feet teased, feeling his master tug on the small hoop in his ear in light reprimand. The gold should already be seeping through in a small ring around his pupil by now, the thrill of his hunt leaving his system.
Claws scraped across the floor, nearing the two beings. The guards posted shivered as muscle flexed under skin and fur, paws that could crush flexing against the marble. The three-headed Rottweiler growled softly, laying at the foot of the throne. The younger devil chuckled, leaning his head against his master's thigh.
"Abezethibou {A-bez-e-th-i-bo}," his king called, making him glance up, "how long has it been since your sleep?"
"What an odd question, my Lord. It was after I fell into the Red Sea," he hummed in remembrance, his shoulder shifting and skin ripping to flare his one red wing, the leathery appendage ripped along its bottom where weapons of light have torn it in his fall from Heaven. "And that was the 8th century, before Christ."
"So long for my general to be away," Lucifer sighed, his fingers never resting in their task. "The abyss has been calling for you." His red orbs opened wide enough to gaze at his general, his human mask fading in the comfort of his home.
Horns twisted back, only curving slightly to be parallel to his skull, a few red strands rebelliously going in between the two pillars of bone. Pale skin was taking on a red hue, as if it had bled from his eyes to cover his skin, leaving his irises a molten gold. His one wing rested on his master's leg, draping to the floor. His flesh melted off his right side, leaving bones where his arm and chest would be, his insides only a dark void of nothingness. His right cheek vanished with it, his jaw, teeth, and lower cheekbone exposed to the air, his sharp canines and tongue visible.
"I enjoy your company much more in this form," the Morning Star rumbled, catching pools of gold as they opened. His right sclera had bled into black, framing his molten irises.
"If only our once-brothers hadn't tried to catch me," Abezethibou growled, old anger swimming in his veins, "We could fly together again, my Lord."
"They thought they knew best," his master countered, his fingers never stopping their petting. "They always have, Abismo {Ab-is-mo, Spanish for abyss}." He purred at his pet name, one that had rolled off his lord's tongue like a wet dream one day and it had stuck. Only his master called him that, the others referring him by his moniker of the Abyssal General. A black cloud of ash twirled in the air with the noise, coming out the hole in his flesh on his face.
"Are you in need of me, my Lord?" Abismo questioned, eyes flickering closed once more in bliss as his master continued his petting.
"Yes, I am," Lucifer confirmed, but his servant didn't open his eyes to look at him. "The Princes of Seraphim have asked to meet with us."
Abismo scoffed, heat in his eyes. "That sea snake and fanged abomination can resolve their own problems," he hissed, eyes narrowing. "What would Envy and Lust argue about that they would have to summon you?"
"I do not know, Abismo," his king spoke, his petting stopping for only a second before resuming.
"We should have fed those two to Cerberus." At his name, the three-headed Rottweiler raised one of its heads, looking at him. Finding no order, he simply laid down again. "Fish for dinner my Lord?" Abezethibou smirked, cracking an eye open to gauge his lord's reaction. Lucifer chuckled, a deep sound coming from the middle of his chest.
"With the headache I feel approaching, I think we just might," Lucifer laughed, not reacting to the nip on his thigh from his follower. Continuing his petting, the High Prince of Hell let his eyes close, a calm smile on his face. A knock echoed through the hall, the guards quick to answer.
"My Lord," one of the soldiers called, not getting a reaction from the Morning Star, "Princes Leviathan and Asmodeus have arrived."
"Let them in." The doors swung wide, two figures strutted in like pampered peacocks. One was a woman, dressed in the most revealing outfit she could find to reveal her milky skin. Only covering her almost non-existent breasts and nether regions was sea-foam green cloth, the Abyssal General never calling them garments. Sky blue silks hung around her frame, drawing attention to her nonexistent curves. Her eyes were pitch black, her hair the same sky blue as her silks.
The other was a beast of a man, gorgeous despite how ugly his demonic form was. His blond hair and electric blue eyes sent any mortal falling to his feet. His tanned skin accenting his strong build and strong jaw. Wrapped around his frame was a black robe, connecting only on one shoulder and showing off his pecks. It looked suspiciously like a toga the Greeks wore.
"How dare you," Leviathan hissed, narrowing her eyes at Abezethibou. "Take such a hideous form in front of the High Prince!"
"I have earned my spot at his feet, guppy," he spat back, watching as her expression turned to rage as he littered his master's thighs in kisses and nips. Asmodeus's eyes hooded, watching the obvious power play with interest.
"You have not come here to argue," Lucifer boomed, silencing all in the room as he opened his blood red eyes to peer at them. "General?"
"I apologize, my Lord, for speaking out of turn," he hummed sweetly, nosing his knee. Lucifer turned to the two Princes with a raised brow.
"Asmodeus has been stealing souls from my circle," Envy huffed, crossing her slender arms over her chest.
"They came willingly," Lust defended, waving the demoness away with a hand. "You know the rules. Should their sin change, so does their circle."
"We all know this," Lucifer sighed, removing his hand from Abezethibou's red strands to rub at his temples. The red-haired demon chuckled, crawling into his king's lap to take up the task of working Lucifer's temples with his thumbs.
"You let this harlot crawl over you like a paid whore, brother," Leviathan commented icily, narrowing her eyes at the general. Lucifer only hummed in answer, resting his head on the back of his throne as Abismo worked his magic.
"I think its hot," Asmodeus shrugged, leering at the demon.
"This is not worth my time," Lucifer sighed, eyes closed in irritation. "You know of this rule, Leviathan. I should not have to deal with such a spat. You two are no better than children arguing over a toy."
"But brother-"
"That was your dismissal, Leviathan," Abismo interrupted, continuing to work his master's migraine.
"Why you!" she seethed. "Your nothing but a slave! You should respect your betters, boy!"
The room went dark, the shadows whipping about as the torches went out. Lust had already left, knowing the red demon's wrath first hand. Darkness tied her wrists and ankles, halting her movements. She was helpless as she felt another slither up her leg, her spine, and around her throat just tight enough to send the message. Golden and crimson orbs glimmered in the darkness, the abyss home to the creatures of the Pit.
"Begone, Sin of Envy," she heard Abismo hiss out of the darkness, his voice echoing all around her despite the demoness knowing that he was right in front of her. "The High Prince has dismissed you."
She was let go, and as soon as her last limb was free, she fled. The fires were lit once more by a wave of Lucifer's hand, the guards that guarded the entrance long gone. Abismo was straddling his king, occupying his mouth with his own. A low moan echoed as he replaced his flesh, letting his king aggressively lay claim to his mouth.
They pulled away, the younger demon out of breath. "Look at what you've done to me," he purred, bucking his hips into Abezethibou's, the fiction welcomed by the demon of the abyss.
"She needed to learn her place," Abismo growled, nipping at his lord's throat. He used his own shadows to tie his wrist and hang them, just like his master liked.
"Such a good boy~" Lucifer purred. "I trained you well."
"My Prince of Pride," Abezethibou groaned as the Morning Star attacked his neck with his fangs, drawing blood. His clawed hands raked up his side, making the younger demon shiver. Red eyes glittered up at him, promising a night of blood and Hell-worthy sin.
0oo00oo0
Waking in his master's bed alone, Abismo stretched, stomach on the mattress so his wing could flutter open. After hearing a few satisfying pops, the red demon found his garments and made his way toward his lord. He seemed to be in a meeting, another one with the council, it seemed. Growling, he made his way to his own palace.
He decided to take the long way, walking through the hoard of souls to his deep pit. They unconsciously moved aside for him, stuck in their own personal Hells for the sins they committed. He reveled in their pain and drank their sadness. He was still in Pride's circle, but his home was on the edge of both the High Prince's and Sloth's circles.
Hell is said to have different layers for each sin, which is true, but not in the way humans think. All the sins lived on different planes, but they weren't in a stack, but rather side by side. They overlap each other in certain places, and in one of these places, was Tartarus. His beloved pit.
He could feel Sloth probe him as he stepped into the mixed territory, and he let him, but he didn't stop. Sloth's energy stopped its lazy probing, a warm feeling of welcome home settling at the bottom of his belly. He would have to visit his old friend, but for now, he had a palace to raise.
He found the black pit, the smell of darkness and torture filling his keen senses. He let his skin melt away once more, his bones singing back to the abyss of the Pit. His blackened soul called to his kingdom, and he let it pull him into itself. The shadows licked at his skin, welcoming him home after so long.
When he reached the ledge that his castle rested on, for the Pit had no bottom, he sighed. It was black, like the shadows that surrounded it. None of the sparkle that it once had shined. He ran a hand over a pile of gems that were stacked in a corner, black and dull. Rubies, emeralds, nuggets of gold were all black.
He found his throne, one that was untouched by the blackness. Obsidian shone in the torch-light, gold velvet inviting him to sit and relax. Souls of the tortured bubbled at its base, eternal, silent screams calming his raging spirit. He took its invitation, sitting in his throne after thousands of years. The palace shone again, the obsidian of the walls and the white marble of the floors complemented the mounds of gems that sparkled in reds, blues, greens, and yellows. The torches grew brighter, warming his inner sanctum. A deep purple carpet rested flat on the floor, creeping from the door to the first step of the dais his seat rested on. He leaned on his left knuckle, his right side un-fleshed and red wing flared out.
"I'm home."
Spirits of eternal damnation wore shackles around their necks, chains invisible to the naked eye. He called on a chain and, once in his skeletal hand, tugged the soul to him. It groaned, its body made of swirling ash, its face and details not visible.
"Get me something to eat and some strong wine, its time to celebrate my return." He could feel its displeasure, but the soul had been here for a while, so it knew not to argue with its keeper. It went about doing his orders, letting the shadow creatures whisk into existence. Winged creatures fluttered above his head, playing with his hair while serpents slithered ups his legs, hissing for attention.
Blood red marigolds sprouted in empty vases, their pain complementing the hot pink and white of the magnolia's cruelty and despair. The imprisoned spirit arrived with some cheese and grapes, the strong scent of alcohol making him smirk. For the night, he silently celebrated and rested in his own bed, spreading over the black sheets with pleasure.
0oo00oo0
Walking through the sleepy palace, Abismo walked along gray halls until reaching his destination. Instead of a throne, Sloth had a pillowed couch, lazing about over it. His stormy eyes were closed, brown hair falling around him. He had one of his slaves -he was too lazy- steal a pair of light gray sweatpants from the world above them. He was topless, like himself, a brown tail swishing the tough at the end lazily in the air. Horns jutted out of his head on each side, pointing away from his long brown tresses. A thin beard hid his jaw.
Abezethibou had retracted his wing, his flesh replaced, though his horns still curved above his skull, the Prince recognized him when he slid a lazy glance his way.
"Abezethibou, it is good to have you back, Abyssal General." The souls around them cowered, sensing his connection to the never-ending void.
"Belphegor," Abismo greeted in return, "it has indeed been a long time. How are you, friend?"
"Tired, but I suppose that is old news," Belphegor yawned, rolling to lay on his back and stretch. The satisfying pop of bones graced Abismo's ears and he chuckled as he crawled over his old friend.
"Mm, I do think it is, Sloth," he teased, his golden irises shining in mirth. "You have many souls here in your circle, Belphegor."
"Ah, yes," he agreed, closing his eyes again. "Humanity has gotten lazy. With the invention of cars and transportation, I don't even have to tempt people to fall into sin."
"Sad, how humanity has fallen," Abezethibou smirked, playing with the other demon's hair. "Makes our job so easy."
"Your pit has been calling out to you," Belphegor informed, storm grey connecting to molten gold. "It sung your praises as you returned. I could hear it all the way here."
"It was so sad when I got there," Abezethibou sighed, remembering. "Everything had been eaten by the blackness. I've never seen it so bad."
"You were gone for a long time," Belphegor purred, leaning into the petting hand. "How long are you going to stay, friend?"
"I might take a nap with you, then I might visit Beelzebub for some food," Abismo thought out loud, closing his eyes and cuddling the younger sin. "Other than that, I have souls to torment."
"Always the sadist."
"It is my job, after all."
0oo00oo0
After his nap, as he had promised, Abezethibou made his was to Gluttony's territory. He and Beelzebub weren't as close as he was with Belphegor and Lucifer, but they benefited from each other. Shadow fruit was Gluttony's favorite treat, but it only grew in his gardens. In return, he could wander in and out of his territory as long as he didn't cause any problems.
Wandering into the glutton's palace, the smell of freshly cooked food filled his nostrils, inviting him deeper. Arriving at the dining hall, where Beelzebub's main throne was, he was greeted by the castle's resident prince with a wave, the leg of a large bird in his hands.
"Hellwoh, Genroll," Beelzebub smiled, Abezethibou happy he kept his mouth closed.
"Swallow your food, Beelz, before I force it down," he threatened playfully, scolding the younger demon. He swallowed the impossible amount of food in his mouth before repeating.
"Hello, General!"
"Better," Abezethibou nodded, chuckling.
"Did you bring any with you?" His electric blue eyes sparked, short, black hair wild and untamed. He had on a white tee, which was somehow still white, blue jeans and boots. Somehow, he stayed slim, despite how much he ate. He swore that even demonic metabolism wouldn't keep up with him, but here he was.
"No," Abezethibou sighed, holding up his empty hands. "I only just got to my palace. I will send them once I get home."
"Hungry?" he asked, offering the general a seat, who took it.
"It is why I'm here," the red-head chuckled, pushing his long hair behind his shoulders. "That and to say hello. It has been some time."
"Mhm," Beelzebub agreed around a mouth full of bread. Abezethibou rolled his eyes, picking a few things from the line of food that filled the long table. Some exotic cheeses and smoked ham.
"You don't eat enough. You're literally skin and bones," he cackled, his guest sighing.
"You should be the Prince of Bad Puns," Abismo chuckled, rolling his eyes and digging into his food.
0oo00oo0
Warping to his palace gardens, he walked through the silver flowers to the trees, a basket in hand. The fruit in the trees was ripe, having all the time in the world while he was away. The shadow fruit didn't rot, so the trees were full. The souls were not allowed in the gardens, the fruits the one thing that could save them from the Pit. Of course... he had taken precautions.
A tail came from the shadows in the trees, a hooked stinger attached to a thick and powerful tail. Fur covered paws made no noise in the soft earth, a mouth full of fangs glinting in the low torchlight. Tan fur rippled over the muscle, the beast standing on all fours but easily as tall as the 5'11'' devil. Petting its lion mane, Abezethbou smiled at the Manticore.
"Surely you've had your fill," he chuckled, petting its snout. He had befriended the Manticore after he had rescued it in Lucifer's territory. A group of lesser demons had captured it, beating and starving the poor creature. He had killed them all, letting a river as red as the lava flowing through Hell run under his feet. He let the Manticore feast on his oppressors and had followed him home. He had given it the task of protecting the gardens.
It purred, confirming his suspicions. He gathered enough fruit to hill the basket, the black and purple peaches promising sweet things to all that eat them. Nabbing one for himself, he called.
"Raven."
"My Lord?" The man who appeared at his side had long, ebony hair, falling over his black cloak and armor. The man's red eyes were framed by the bird's skull he wore like a helmet, shining in the shadow it cast. He had long, pointed nails that curved, much like the talons of a bird.
Abezethibou motioned to the basket the Manticore had laid by, licking his paws. "Take those to Beelzebub. You know how he is." Raven closed his hand into a fist and put it over his black heart, bowing slightly at the waist.
"As you wish, General." The man was gone in a flurry of feathers, replaced by a four-winged raven, his bone mask fitting on the bird perfectly. The small bird had no problem lifting and carrying the heavy basket of fruit to the Prince's palace, showing off his strength. Petting the Manticore once more, the Abyssal General walked back into the castle, heading for his dungeons. Walk down one of his halls, a hot breath fell on his right shoulder, cold on his left. He smiled as the heads of dragons surrounded him as he walked. He pet the Hydra, the different heads all fighting for his attention.
"Do not fight, Hydra. You will all get petted eventually," Abismo chuckled, smiling softly as he was crowded. "I'm going to the dungeons and you know the rules." The heads all whined but turned a corner to go to the treasury to be comforted by the sparkles of the gems.
Finally making his way down, the Abyssal General made his way to the cellars. This place was more of a torture chamber, different instruments scattered around the room. Breathing deep and shivering at the smell of old blood and never-ending pain.
Ah, he was home.
0oo00oo0
Asmodeus wandered dark halls, looking at the gold and deep purple Abezethibou seemed to fond of. Sniffing the air, he found his scent easily. The place once reeked of the demon, but in his absence, the smell had faded a bit. A shiver raced down his spine, stopping his movements. A draconic snout appeared in his peripheral vision, another staring him down from above and one more to his other side.
The Hydra.
"Hello, there, Hydra," he greeted, but the nine-headed dragon only hissed at him. "You wouldn't happen to know where your master is, do you?" The beast let a deep rumble answer the sin, who smiled. "Can I see him?" The head to his immediate right answered in denial while the rest growled.
"What is the matter, Hydra?"
The dragon seemed to calm with its master's voice but continued to surround the sin with its heads.
"How could you tempt a man like this? It's not fair," Asmodeus whined, still not moving. Many reincarnations of the sins have fallen to the beast.
The man approaching them was openly displaying his demonic side, bone appearing almost painted on his face in the low light. In the darkness of the Pit, of his home, shadows licked at his feet, begging to be used. Blood dribbled from his chin, probably from the severed finger in his teeth, splattered on both flesh and bone. A skeletal hand ran through his crimson hair, his red eyes shining in the lust of torture.
"What brings you here, Lust?" Abismo questioned, calling his Hydra off. He was much older and more powerful than this sin and didn't need the Hydra's help should things get violent.
"I smelled really sexy kinks," he explained, leering and licking his lips, "but I guess it was you playing with your toys. Was hoping to help you ride out that high of yours."
"You're not worth my time," Abezethibou dismissed, turning his back to the sin of lust to walk to his chambers. "I doubt you could satisfy me." Asmodeus appeared in front of him, wrapping his arms around him, leering at the older demon. He pulled the finger from his mouth and licked the blood dripping from the torturer's lips.
"Should I not please, you could feed me to the Hydra," he tempted, pulling the shorter male to him.
"I think that would satisfy me by itself," Abezethibou smirked, slipping passed Asmodeus. Growling low in his throat, Asmodeus followed. "You won't get me, sin," the older swore, swaying his hips, "that, I can promise."
"You seem to throw yourself at the High Prince and there is even a rumor you're screwing with Sloth."
"Lucifer, yes. Belphegor? No. That lazy ass couldn't compare to me," Abismo corrected, sliding his golden eyes to peer at electric blue. His red skin shimmered, taking on a more leathery look. "You know my answer, Asmodeus. Begone."
"This is why I'm hooked, you know. You deny me every time, sparking my interest." A hand slid around him to stroke his side before it was ripped from him. Turning around, smirking deviously as the sin hung from one of the Hydra's nine mouths, the other eight baring their teeth in a snarl.
"I don't think Hydra appreciates you molesting his master," Abezethibou snickered, raising his hand to pet one of the heads. The black scales shimmered, the green eyes of this head closing in bliss.
"My Lord," a deep voice called, "it was delivered safely."
"Thank you, Raven. I expected nothing less from you."
"My Lord, why is Prince Asmodeus hanging from Hydra's mouth?" Raven asked, raising an unseen eyebrow. He seemed to realize what was going on and shook his head. "Your Highness, I fail to see why your defeat at the hands of my master pleasures you."
"This lusty parasite gets off on everything," Abezethibou sighed, continuing to stroke the green-eyed head. A green, poisonous cloud flared from its nostrils as it sighed in happiness. Golden eyes sparked, causing all the creatures in his vicinity to shiver. A light scraping noise filled the hall, coming up from behind the master of the castle.
"Escort our friend to the door, please," Abezethibou requested, the blank face creature never changing. It had no face, skin stretched in a head shape. Its shoulders supported three arms each, all of them holding a twisted blade. His bottom half was only covered by a loincloth, showing of his thin legs that somehow supported his heavy body. The scraping sound had been the metal on the marble, light enough not to scratch the white stones.
Asmodeus shivered. These creatures had no name, only being called Walkers by the ones that feared them. These things were fiends of the Pit, not found anywhere else. The Walker complied, the Hydra dropping his to the floor. Raising his hands in surrender and let the Walker show him out.
Abismo sighed, looking to his messenger and pet. "Come," he addressed, walking back to his throne room, "I think it is time for us to relax for a bit." Instead of heading to his rooms, like he was going to do before getting interrupted, the castle's master headed for the baths. The baths were not preheated, so it was warm at best. The red-eyed Hydra head stuck its snout in the water, its fiery breath heating it. It was too big to fit in the room completely, but one head at a time could.
"Good boy," Abismo praised, getting a purr. It retreated to wait outside, curling up much like a dog. Chuckling, Abismo stripped, letting this loose pants hit the floor with the tug of his thumb. Glancing at his messenger, he smirked. He had taken his cloak off, stretching the four extra limbs on his back. He working on the silver armor, but Abismo's mind sparked with the knowledge that he couldn't take it off completely.
Walking over to Raven, who glanced his way at the pitter-patter of his bare feet on the wet tile. Swaying his hips, he made his way to his loyal servant and undid the straps, letting the metal fall to the ground with a clang.
"You'll dent the metal, Master," Raven scolded, finally out of all his armor, leaving him in a thin, white shirt and pants. His master shrugged, fleshing out his bones once more to feel the water over the fake skin. His wing folded, cracking as it crumbled into ash to leave a black tattoo of the red wing on the devil's back.
"I know what enchantments I put on each piece, Raven. It won't dent by falling on the floor," Abismo corrected, breathing a sigh of bliss as he sunk into the water. Once undressed, Raven stepped into the water, pulling a layer of magic over his wings to keep them dry. Abezethibou had turned to cradle his head in his crossed arms on the edge, his back to the Fallen. With no order, he used the water to wet both his hands and his master's shoulders, using his thumbs to rub the stress out of the muscles.
A moan of appreciation passed red lips, leaning into the hands. Raven chuckled behind him, continuing to work the muscles in his shoulders before lowering along his spine.
"Truly a devil from Heaven," Abismo sighed, moaning again when he untangled another knot.
"That statement is contradictory, Master," Raven chuckled, raising on his hands to brush back his black hair. "Turn for me?" Abismo complied, letting Raven straddle his lap to get closer. He softly pushed his thumbs into the general's throat, moving on and down.
Abismo had rolled his head back, closing his golden eyes, not seeing the mischievous glint in Raven's eyes. Lifting his mask and setting it gently aside, revealing a soft jaw and high cheekbones, he kept his thumbs moving.
Of course... he slipped, rubbing over a nipple. His master groaned, but did not stop him. Moving his fingers to the demon's abs, he gently nipped Abezethibou's throat, but his master made no noise. He would win this game. His hands lowered under the water to Abismo's thighs, teasing his hips but not touching the hard-on rubbing on his own. He continued his nips and licks down Abismo's chest, brushing passed perked nipples with his teeth.
"You're a horrible tease, Raven," Abezethibou complained, moaning as the ravenette's hands came back up to his ribs, leaving red lines where he dragged his nails. Abismo smirked and bucked his hips, Raven gasping against his skin. Putting a nail under Raven's chin to force his head up, his servant's breath caught as molten gold eyes swirled, half-lidded in lust. "Don't keep Master waiting too long."
The blackbird shivered, but complied with a nod. Lavishing his master's neck soft kisses where his dull teeth had broken skin to sooth it as one hand steadied him on a firm but relaxed shoulder, the other trailing its way down his master's fleshed stomach to reach his prize. A low growl of possessiveness left the red demon's throat as his servant's hand curled around the base of his pride. Raven slowly slid his hand firmly from base to tip, the water sloshing with his movements.
Finally connecting their mouths, he was asked to let his master in with a gentle slide of a tongue. Opening obediently, he moaned as a slick and warm tongue felt its way around his mouth expertly, mapping out familiar territory.
"You got a tongue piercing while I was away," Abezethibou chuckled, pulling away and moaning against the ravenette's lips when a thumb swiped at his slit. "Always had a way with your hands."
Raven's red eyes hooded, looking at his master with such lust Abismo though he would burn. He felt a pat on his thigh, and with the rise of an eyebrow, he pushed himself up on the side of the bath. Raven placed himself between his master's thighs, sinking to his knees on the built-in seat of the bath. Nipping and kissing red thighs, he slowly made his prize.
"If there was anything better than your hands," Abismo continued, watching his servant with quickly reddening eyes, "it was that sinful mouth of yours." Raven seemed to ignore him, licking a bold stripe on the underside of his master's cock, the tongue ring rubbing the vain, swirling his tongue on the tip. Abismo made no noise, only watched as his servant swallowed his pride in one, trained go.
The blackbird's tongue swirled and swiped around his master's arousal with ease, letting the length hit the back of his throat as long, red fingers found their way into damp hair, tugging almost painfully to guide his movements. He moaned around the cock in his mouth at the rough treatment, his master's breathy moan in return echoing in the bathroom.
"You like it, don't you, Raven?" Abismo asked, tugging again on his servant's black locks. "Eating my dick like a treat while I pull on these black locks of yours?" The servant shivered, going down to the base once more to rack his teeth gently up the shaft. "Pleasure your master, slave. Swallow all my cum like the dirty bitch you've become." That was the only warning Raven got before his throat was assaulted with salty white. He swallowed every drop before letting his master's still hard cock go with a pop.
"That's a good boy," he praised. "Now come here." Raven got out of the warm water, straddling his master's lap. Abismo licked his fingers, generously coating his fingers as he watched Raven. Red eyes were trained on a black tongue, the demon's own silver ball of a tongue piercing flashing in the artificial light.
Once satisfied that they were nice and wet, he trailed them down the blackbird's spine, careful of the two sets of pitch wings that were flared in anticipation. Chuckling darkly, he bit Raven's shoulder as he inserted a finger to loosen his playmate up. Raven let out a pained gasp, but didn't pull away as his master unlatched his jaw and soothed the bite with a black tongue.
Trailing small lines of red up the ravenette's sides with black nails, Abismo helped himself to Raven's lips once more, swallowing the moans as he added another finger to scissor the muscles of his ass loose. After the third joined, he curled his fingers, Raven gasping and moaning into his shoulder as his pleasure button was pushed with knowing digits.
"Did you say something, Raven?" Abismo teased, continuing his play with the bundle of nerves. Raven merely shivered, another noise of pleasure leaving his lips before a groan of irritation of his displeasure of the loss of his master's fingers. "Don't worry. You'll be writhing when I'm done."
With a swift buck of Abezethibou's hips, he was completely seated inside his servant. His name fell from pale lips in gasps against his neck.
"Magister quaeso, quaeso...[Master please, please...]" he begged, his tongue slipping. Wiggling his hips on his master's lap, stopping only to gasp when he found just the right spot.
"Dic mihi servus, quam sit vis. Quod jucunditates dominum tuum a te? [Tell me, slave, what it is you want. What pleasures do you ask of your master?]" Abezethibou questioned, purring as long, pale fingers clawed at his scalp.
"Quaeso," Raven breathed. Abezethibou did just as his servant pleaded, letting the both of them ride out their pleasure together, dirtying themselves all over again. Moans of both pleasure and pain rang through the bath, nails raking skin and hips meeting in time with the pulsing of sin.
After the last shout of his master's name, Raven tried to catch his breath, leaning on his king for support. His wings had curled around them, shielding them in their own world of rapture. There was silence, only broken by deep breaths of air and his master's next words.
"Such a lustful bird, Raven. Look what you've done, getting us all dirty again," Abezethibou scolded lightly, nipping at the black bird's neck. "We should wash up and get ready for rest, my little blackbird. You can stay with me tonight."
Cleaning up once more, he carried his messenger to his chambers. Raven was sleeping, exhausted by both his flight and his master's antics. Abezethibou smiled as he set the male in his obsidian sheets, the red pillows cradling his head. He was wrapped in one of the white bathrobes that the master was fond of, protecting his skin from the cold. He had grabbed his mask, the skull of bone now resting on the ebony stand next to the king-sized bed. It leaned on smoke-grey walls, settled on top of black carpet.
Shelves of books lined one of the walls, the books ranging from Shakespeare's plays to current novels. Raven had collected them while he was away, knowing his master's taste in literature was vast. There was another door leading to a walk-in closet that he rarely went into. There was a stand in the corner who's wood was cased in the pale armor his messenger wore, having appeared there with Abismo's will.
His room was quite bare, he realized, and thought of maybe going to the human world to look for something to fill it in. He joined Raven in the black sheets, cuddling his little black bird close. He quickly started to doze, half asleep as he nuzzled Raven's neck.
"Roewer, amorem. [Goodnight, love.]"
0oo00oo0
Growling low in his throat, the seated sin dismissed his messenger. It seemed the Abyssal General had returned to taunt him. Since his skirmish with Micheal, Abismo has made it his mission to enrage the Sin of Wrath with the remembrance of his defeat.
Now, though, Satan had something to rub in his face. A smirk settled over his lips, baring sharp fangs. Blackened horns were small, curling up from his forehead to hold his curly, brown hair. The same brown curls covered his legs and hips, his hooves clicking on the tile of his throne room as he made his way to the doors. A loincloth of tan was the only thing that hid his decency, the tattoo of a wicked viper curling around his human torso and down his left arm.
Black eyes shined with the victory he seemed to think was already in his hands. The Seven Sins have been asked (bullshit, Satan thought) by the High Prince to come to the Prideful Prince's palace to celebrate his return. Sneering at the thought of celebrating that rat's return churned his stomach.
Using his magic to make his way to the main palace, he found himself just outside the ballroom, chatter coming from the other side. As he opened the doors, he found lesser demons conversing about the general's return, a few of them, both men and women, trying to catch his eyes. The man himself was obediently at his Prince's side. He was fully clothed, surprisingly, in black armor. His skin was red, horns curling back to arch over his skull. A four-winged raven sat on his shoulder plate, its red eyes peeking through the bird's skull that acted as a helm.
Asmodeus, Leviathan, and Belphegor were already there, conversing with the other devils in their human forms. Snacks lined the sides of the ballroom, the Pit's famous shadow fruits sitting in a basket near the end. As he walked in, he was bowed to and welcomes were whispered to the floor.
"Satan," Lucifer called from his chair, lazily waving to his brother. "Now we only wait on Mammon and Beelzebub. Out of the sins, I would think the two of them would be the first to arrive." The general next to him chuckled, his gold eyes flashing with mischief.
"I told the both of them that there would be shadow fruit," he admitted, smirking. "It got them moving. They will be here any minute, my Lord," he promised, looking at the goat-man's short frame. "Out of the fiery pit you were cast into?"
"Free from your water prison?" Satan countered, a grin of triumph showing his fangs.
"At least God himself had to seal me. You were defeated by a mere angel." Satan growled, his anger bubbling in his belly.
"Mah, Mah," Belphegor sighed, walking up to his friend. "So harsh, General Abyssum Irent, [Abyss General]. He'll blow his top if you don't stop your teasing. We all know how that goes," Sloth reminded, shaking his head, making his long, straight, brown locks swish. The raven on Abezethibou's shoulder squawked at the taller brunette, leaning into his touch when he ran his fingers over his black feathers. "Raven, the Fidelis Semper [Ever Faithful]. It is good to see you about."
"I will make sure to take it out on your hide, Rapha*," he sneered. Abezethibou prickled at the insult, narrowing his reddening eyes in rage.
"You keep that name off your tongue, Wrath, should you wish to keep it," Abismo growled, but a hand was raised to cut off any more threats.
"Now, now, brothers. It is a time of welcoming and celebration. Wrath, keep your tongue dull. Abismo..."
"Apologizes, my Lord." Lucifer hummed, dismissing the Sin of Wrath. Belphegor sighed, giving the Abyssal General a scolding glare.
"You are much wiser than to anger Wrath, Abezethibou," he scolded, playing with fiery locks as the red cooled into gold in his irises. "Leave such things to wider spaces."
"I would like my ballroom in one piece," Lucifer added, making the general chuckle. Raven nipped at his master's ear with his beak in reprimand, the red-skinned demon waving him off. Cawing once at his master, he fluttered to Lucifer's waiting hand. "The Fidelis Semper. I think it suits him well. Did you know, Abismo, that this lovely bird was waiting by your throne until you returned to us?"
"That makes earlier a bit of a reward, now doesn't it, my little blackbird?" Abezethibou grinned, and in a whisk of black ash, his messenger was once again human.
"Master, please," Raven mumbled, his mask hiding his reddened face.
"Magister quaeso, quaeso..." he teased, laughing when the armored messenger stood behind him, heated face to the floor. The two sins in their company chuckled.
"Tease not your guard or surely he will let you die in your next skirmish," Belphegor advised wisely, winking at the flushed male.
"You tease little Corvus [Raven] so much," Beelzebub laughed, walking up to the four, Mammon having arrived with him but had abandoned Gluttony for the shadow fruit. His obsidian bow and quiver were strapped to his chest, his jeans and white tee switched for slacks and a white button-up.
Mammon was a sort, hook-nosed man. His hair was gray, or what little he had. His tan coat went to his knees and his dark brow trousers feel to mid-calf. Loafers clicked on the tiles, covered his rather large feet. The little goblin, as Asmodeus had dubbed him rightfully, was looking at the basket of fruits with greedy gray eyes.
"They are not all for you, Mammon!" Beelzebub whined, joining his fellow sin before he ate all of his favorite treats. Rolling his eyes, Abezethibou sauntered his way to the basket, picking up one of the ripe fruit before Mammon could snatch it. Taking a generous bite, he walked away to find someone to chat with. Demonesses clung to him, trying to lure him to their bed, but he gently brushed them off. Demons congratulated his return, a few hinting at their attraction to the general, but they, to, were brushed off.
Music started to play, a soft waltz that spun from somewhere unknown. A soft smile crossed the demon's face when he recognized it as one of his favorites. Under the Sky Of Paris, Andre Rieu's version of the waltz. He dismissed his armor, a golden toga of his chosen silk clashing beautifully with his reddened skin, hanging off his shoulders. Vines of silver weaved their way through his crimson locks. A black tongue lashed out to wet his dry lips as the sea of devils parted for one of the sins.
Belphegor strolled up to him, taking his hand and kissing the back of it. Abezethibou chuckled, letting the younger devil lead him to the center of the room. With his left hand on Sloth's shoulder and his right intertwined with his own, the swirled around the ballroom in the ring made of watching demons.
They slid gracefully, and in his ease, Abismo's control slipped. His cheek was eaten away as the song continued, his fingertips turning to bone. Belphegor spun him away, Beelzebub taking his place. The man was now missing his bow and arrows, letting them soar around the ballroom with no hindrance.
Trumpets began to play, and as he listened, Abezethibou realized it was the ten-minute version of the song. He was given away once more, but this time, a tux of pure black and sharp, ruby eyes led him about.
Lucifer grinned as the red skin of his general flaked and only bone was left. A crimson cloak that had trailed down his back when his armor was donned clipped itself to his shoulders, the symbol of Tartarus glimmering in gold on its back. A sun with a five-pointed star in its middle.
They spun and danced until the song reached its end. Lucifer had the younger male supported by his lower back as Abismo arched backward, brushing the tiles with his fingertips. several moments passed by, silence raining through the ballroom. A cheer rushed through the crowd, breaking the heavy silence. Lucifer helped his old friend to his feet, wrapping an arm around a slim waist.
"Thank you," Abezethibou whispered. "It was my favorite. I was forced to watch the world go by in that prison and this was one of the few things I treasured."
"I know," Lucifer confirmed, pulling the red devil closer. "What kind of lover would I be if I could not offer even the simplest of comforts?"
"A bad one, I suppose," Abezethibou chuckled, leaving the High Prince's embraced to be hugged from behind by Belphegor.
"Welcome home, Abyssal General."
0oo00oo0
He lounged in his throne, golden toga still flowing loosely on his frame. His eyes were closed, his favorite waltz playing from nowhere in an endless loop. The Hydra lay at his feet, the black-eyed head purring in his lap as he brushed its scales. The rest were dozing around his dais, soothed by the calming music.
Pink roses took the place of Marigolds to reflect on the Abyssal King's perfect happiness as he hummed along to the violins. The music slowed and the roses withered only for wolf's bane, the castles warning of danger catching the king's attention. Golden eyes slid open lazily, his hand never stopping its petting. The silver-eyed head looked up, the others still dozing away until their master called them.
"Glacies [Gla-seas], do not fret," Abismo called, the head coming up to nuzzle the general before laying back down. "Tenebris [Ten-a-bris]," the black-eyed head opened its eyes, "can you see them?" A low rumble left its throat, leaning again into its master's touches. Glacies nipped at another head, its sparkling green eyes startling awake with a growl.
"Don't fight, you two," he ordered lazily, the music once more filling the room. "Venenum [Ven-en-om]." The head laid down again, but opened its mouth to let out a green mist. Abezethibou felt the breath of wind on his cheek, a sphere to protection cleaning the air of poison. The gray-eyed head was peering with one eye, nodding to itself before going back to sleep. Now, Ventus [Ven-tus] knows its master can handle the poison, but why make their master breathe it in at all?
A low purr of appreciation left Abismo's throat, thanking the hydra. Soon, the palace was coated in the green fog, and whatever lesser demon had come into his palace suffered a horrible death. The fog of poison was sucked in by vents on Venenum's neck, clearing the throne room of gas before Ventus sent a gentle wind to dissipate the rest in the castle.
The flowers of warning and caution were once again replaced with pick roses, oleander growing in patches of soft pink and white in a show of the castle's caution.
"I wonder what they were after that drove them to suicide," Abismo mused softly, stroking the long neck of Tenebris. His golden eyes closed once more, a peaceful calm settling around him and his kingdom. The Pit called out in happiness that its king was so pleased. "Everyone knows of my guards, so I truly wonder."
"My Lord," a deep voice called, a whisper to his ear. "It seems as though they were after your relic." Abezethibou hummed, not looking at Raven as he stood beside his throne.
"Suicidal," Abismo chuckled again, the Hydra huffing. It was his only weakness, his relic. He was immortal, forever part of the Pit. Should that relic be destroyed, however, it would take him thousands of years to revive instead of only a couple of months, weeks if lucky. You could never untangle his soul from Tartarus, but you could weaken the bond.
The other sins, unlike him, simply revived if their sin was still being committed on the surface. Nowadays, however, the sins didn't even need to tempt humans into darkness, they fell themselves. So, the sins had get away free cards while he had to guard his.
The assholes.
Abismo thought about it, and Lucifer had kept his halo. It was supposed to be ripped from him, along with his wings, but he had saved the cracked ring of light. His wings, over the years, had grown back, leathery and black, but his halo never recovered.
His wing, though, had never grown back, having to rely on another pair to cross the skies. The thoughts brought him down, but the peaceful air never left.
"My Lord," a gravelly voice called, the opening of the huge doors to the throne room alerting the king of another presence. The little goblin creature approached cautiously, not wanting to anger the seemingly calm general. "A gift, from the High Prince."
Opening his glowing, golden eyes, he watched as Raven took the bundle of flowers, pink and white camellias, from the messenger. Nodding in thanks, Abezethibou gave his returning message.
"Do tell the High prince that he is welcome any time to my castle. The next present he tries to flatter me with can be delivered personally."
The goblin-like creature nodded, but nervousness hung on its frame. The High Prince may not like such direct words. He bowed and skedaddled off, running back to his Prince to relay the message.
0oo00oo0
"Your Highness?" Ruby eyes opened to gaze at the small creature. "Your gift has been delivered."
"Any sass to relay?" Lucifer chuckled, making the goblin shiver.
"He would like to make it known that you are welcome in his halls. That, and you should bring the next gift of flatter yourself." The ugly creature flinched, expecting rage from the Prideful Prince, but he only laughed.
"That sounds like my general. Very good," Lucifer dismissed, sending the small thing away. A soft whistle brought his messenger to him, the fire-bird blazing in all its glory. A piece of parchment with his thoughts was given to the phoenix, who flew off.
0oo00oo0
Walking about the mortal world was always exciting. Humans would stare should he forget his charms, their life he could feel slowly drain as the days went by. Some, though not many, carried the taint of Tartarus, soon to become part of his favorite game of who will break first. Gold eyes were now brown, his hair a duller red. His human appearance stuck to his skin like a second layer, uncomfortable and irritating. His silver hoop was still in his ear, a white tee and dark jeans blending him into the human society. He hated sock -loathed them- so a pair of black sandals kept his feet safe from the concrete.
He was not here for window shopping, however. He was here because he was hungry. He was currently following a man who looked quite normal, blue hoodie and jeans, blonde hair. He was good looking as humans go. The smell of the Pit hung on his soul, the innocence of young souls clinging to his breath.
What he was doing, he realized, was Satanism, the stupid practice of worshiping 'the Devil'. This, of course, had stroked Lucifer's dick to full hardness but no one did it anymore. No one believed.
Following the man and making himself hidden from the human as he entered his home was child's play. It was a normal, middle-class home. Couches, a T.V., and whatnot. The man checked the time, smiling down at his phone as he went to his room to change. A pair of slacks and a button up is what he came out with.
If you're going to meet the devil, might as well look nice.
He bared his fangs in a wild grin as he followed the human to his basement. Soundproof... cleaver. The door was shut in front of him but he fazed through it, not bothered by idiotic, human barriers.
A circle was set up, the ancient symbols giving him chills of excitement. This human knew what he was doing. The smell of innocence burned his nose, looking at the wall of beautiful women that lay chained and naked on the floor, huddled together as if to draw strength from each other. An offering, perhaps? This would more than appease Asmodeus, for sure.
"Antiqui sunt, audient vocem meam. Venite, et accipere munus tuum fidelis. Tolle de profundis ambulare inter vivos [Ancient beings, hear my plea. Come and take the offering your faithful follower gives you. Raise from the depths to walk among the living]," he chanted, spilling blood from his palm into the grooves that made the satanic circle. Shivers raced down Abezethibou's spine, calling him.
He could mess with the human a little, right?
Letting his human appearance melt away, the red-skinned demon grew horns and his golden toga hung loosely on his frame. Silver vines crawled over his scalp, his hair brightening to a bloody crimson. Golden eyes lit in excitement and mirth. The symbol lit up, his summons answered. The human's eyes widened, looking at the spot, waiting for something to happen.
Fear spiked through the young women who clung tighter to each other, making his eyes gloss in a high only this could give him.
"My Lord, are you among us?" he spoke to the air, making the demon snort. He looked ridiculous.
"You summoned me to this plane, explain yourself," Abezethibou demanded, power ringing through his words. He wouldn't let the human see him just yet. That would waste the reaction, though the shocked and slightly scared face he was being given now was gold.
"I've come to offer gifts in return for a deal," the human answered, his eyes trying to scan the dimly lit basement. The demon chuckled, a cold snake wrapping around the human's spine.
"And what deal would that be, mortal? What have you to offer me that is worth my time? The women you have chained or perhaps something a bit more precious," Abismo purred, hoping to fool the human. His soul was his anyway. Why not have fun while getting it?
"These virgins are merely a gift to thank you for answering my call, my Lord," the human explained, gesturing to the four females with his hand.
"Mm," Abismo hummed, appearing before the 'gifts' in a cloud of ash. "Perhaps Lust would take advantage of such gorgeous specimens, but I think that the smell of their fear is good enough. Besides, you called me here not for them, but for your desire. So tell me, human, what wish do you want me to fulfill." As he spoke, he knelt down to cup one of the girls' cheeks, letting her fear melt away with a brush of his power. The four brushed his skin with their fingers, tasting his skin with their lips.
He turned his head, the human knelled before him. "I ask for no riches nor women to satisfy me, Satan, but only to stand by your side as a faithful follower." Abezethibou clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"I am not Satan, Sin of Wrath," he corrected, leaning against the wall as the chained women continued nipping at his flesh. "I am Abez, King of the Pit of Tartarus and torturer of the sinners who had have given away their ticket to Heaven. Do you wish to still serve me, human? If you still wish to stand by my side, then what is it I get out of this deal besides another soul to toy with?"
A crow appeared on the demon's shoulder, seeming to whisper in a pierced ear. Whatever it had to relay, it made Abezethibou smile fondly, petting the blackbird with two sets of wings. "You are wasting my time, human."
"Were I to stand with you, would it not grant me immortality?" the human questioned, confused. Abezethibou laughed, shooing the women away for him to stand and approach the still kneeling male.
"Raven," the bird perked at what was assumed to be its name, "Tell Lucifer where to shove his fork and knife, would you? I'm having fun with this. Ah, and do thank Phoenix for the message and that I accept." Nodding, the bird left in a whirl of ash, laughter shining in its eyes.
"My Lord?"
"Mm. You humans are always amusing, no matter how much time has passed. You are offering your freedom and soul to me so you can be at my feet? So be it." A leash and collar settled on the man's neck, but when the demon pulled, only the soul followed the lead. The human's eyes widened at the Abyssal General's true appearance.
The skin was decayed on his right side, a wing sprouted from his left shoulder. The demon's right eye was black, a ring of gold shifting in the dark sea. Fangs were bared playfully, the monster fully enjoying the human's fright.
"This is immortality... welcome to the club."
0oo00oo0
Sipping on a red, thick liquid, the King of the Abyss smirked as screams echoed through his dungeon. Raven had been bored lately, so his new toy was given to his ever faithful. He sat there, pillows of rich black supporting him as he watched his servant break the man. He had thrown his toga away for his normal bare-chested state, loose amber pants of silk flowing loosely around long legs.
"I'm sorry!" the man screamed, shivers dancing down the king's spine as his golden eyes glowed red. "I'll be good! I promise! Master, please!"
"He sounds repentant," a low voice called, appearing behind the King of Torture, rest his chin on the shorter man's fleshed shoulder. Abismo turned his head, kissing the side of his Prideful Prince's face.
"He just might be. Raven, come here, love," his master called, answering immediately. His armor was left, forgotten, his white shirt switched for a black one to hide the blood. While his shirt concealed it, his pale skin did not. As his servant kneeled before him, he guided him closer by his jaw, using his black tongue to lap up a few of the splatters that had gotten sprayed by Raven's treasured whip.
He kissed his little blackbird soundly, asking for entrance, which was granted immediately with a low groan. Raven could taste the blood his master had taken to drinking from his victim, the small chalice left on the low table that was next to his pile of pillows. A nip at his neck reminded him of Lucifer's presence.
Letting Raven breathe, his red eyes shifted to the man who hung from the ceiling from his wrists, tears mixing with blood as he gasped for air.
"Come here, pet," Abismo called, letting the man drop slowly to the floor, his knees holding him up when his bindings let his frayed wrists go. "Come here and let me heal your wounds. Raven is cruel with that whip of his. Come, catulum [puppy]."
The blond, brown-eyed man crawled closer as fast as his pain allowed. Once at his master's feet, he nuzzled the man's fleshed calf, Abismo watching in amusement as Lucifer growled.
"Hush, love," he soothed, pulling the High Prince into a soft kiss. "He's been a good boy, screaming for me. Let me sooth his pain." He trailed his bone fingers down the man's back, the cuts inflicted by Raven's mastery healing to scars. The human nuzzled his leg again in thanks, drawing a smile as cruel as it was beautiful.
"They call you cruel, Abismo, but you treat your people as if they were loyal subjects," Lucifer chuckled, nuzzling into his neck. Raven had taken to running those oh so talented hands down his torso, using his nails in just the right way.
"If they scream for me, why should I make their life here harder?" he asked, a low moan slipping past his lips as Lucifer attacked his ear with his nips and licks. "Come here, catulum, and receive your praise. I'll send you to your chambers, but I will not forget. Wait for me?" With that and a whisk of magic, the broken male disappeared.
"You two," he breathed, his breath hitching as a tongue ran over his nipple, "are making it very hard to concentrate."
"That was the plan, beloved," the older devil chuckled, running his blunt nails down Abismo's spine, drawing another moan from the man. "Raven, don't you think your master should be punished? Torturing these poor souls." The word seemed to drip sin and promise, making the King of Torture's skin prickle. Ah, he was in for it now...
He soon found himself hooked to the chains his pet was just dangling from, on his knees and his arms raised above him, stripped. Raven kneeled before him, his clothes now gone as he ran his hands up his parted thighs. These two are going to be the death of him.
Lucifer had disappeared, making his red skin crawl. He newly fleshed right side tingled in warning. As raven caught his lips, a whip struck his back, making him groan. It started to bleed, he could feel, but he had already started to heal. A finger swiped up some of the blood, and as Raven moved away from him, the hand fed him his own blood.
Pale fingers gripped his hips, making him look down, but a blindfold wrapped around his head, cutting off his sight. His hearing sharpened to compensate, listening to Lucifer rustle softly behind him as lips and teeth pleasured his skin. A nip at his Adam's apple brought another strike with the whip, the pain mixing with the pleasure. He couldn't take much of this, he mused, they knew all the right buttons.
The warm ball of metal on Raven's tongue made him focus on his servant, allowing Lucifer to sneak in another present, handing it to Raven with a smirk. Blinded, but not ignorant, the red demon paled as something was slipped onto his cock, tightening around the base.
"Please," he begged, hoping fruitlessly for some kind of mercy, "I was so close~."
"Not yet, Master," Raven breathed against his ear, shivers dancing down Abismo's spine. "We're punishing you, remember? Not yet." Raven pulled away from him, leaving him cold and very aroused.
He waited silently, straining to hear anything. Something was pressed against his entrance, making him wiggle. This got him a rough slap on his ass.
"Be still and know your place," Lucifer growled, his voice low and husky.
"Ita, Dominus meus [Yes, my Lord]," his whispered, quivering as something was pressed inside him, cold and hard. Shifting slightly, he groaned whatever it was hitting that delicious spot inside him.
Then it started to vibrate.
A gasp left his lips, a mouth finding the head of his cock and tongue swiping at it. He pulled at his restraints, wanting to ram that hot mouth down, to pull at long, black strands. Nails raked up his sides as another pair of hands held his hips still.
"Quaeso, Lucifer, quaeso," he begged, "eleison! Nimis multum! [have mercy! Too much!]"
"Too much? For you?" Lucifer questioned, taking off the blindfold, letting him look at Raven as he bobbed up and down. Lucifer's hand came around him and pushed Raven's head down to his base, making both men moan. Teeth scraped up lightly and a breath was taken through Raven's nose. Abez panted, so close but so far away from bliss. As he watched, he noticed Raven's fingers reaching around, stretching himself and making his throat vibrate around his cock.
"Nimis multum..." he breathed, leaning forward as much as chains let him. Shifting only pushed the toy further against his prostate, his breath catching as muscles strained. Teeth pulled the cock ring off, and as soon as it was loose enough, white liquid hit the back of Raven's throat. He expertly drank every drop, coming back up to kiss his master, making him taste himself on the ravenette's tongue.
Still panting as the vibrator was removed, Abismo kissed his servant back lazily, riding out his high. Raven lifted him into Lucifer's lap, sinking him down on the High Prince's cock. The thrill of the pain from not being prepared thoroughly rocked his system, but not as much as Raven's heat wrapping around him, a soft moan in both ears from both men.
A smirk crossed his lips, heavy breaths huffing into the warming dungeons. "Is gets melius quam ostende mihi [Show me how this gets better]," Abismo purred, getting a growl from the older demon. Setting a brutal pace, Abismo and Raven moaned their approval, Lucifer making Abismo's hips rock into his servant, not being able to move himself the way he was positioned.
"Is this better, Master?" Raven gasped, breathing into Abez's ear. "Do you like being dominated? Do you like being tied up?"
"Yes, yes, please," he begged, whether to stop the pleasurable torture or for them to continue he didn't know.
"Beg for us, Master. Do you want pain, or do you want us to stop? Will you take some pain to get rewarded?" Raven cooed, shifting his hips.
"Yes! Please, Raven, Lucif-" he was cut off as he gasped. Lucifer stopped his thrusting, Raven wrapped firm fingers around his base to stifle the orgasm that seemed to continue to rush in his veins.
"Beg for us, General Abyssum Irent," Lucifer commanded, a single, dizzying hit to the man's bundle of nerves drawing out pants and moans.
"Please..." he breathed, pulling on his restraints, "let me cum, please. I'll be good, I promise! I'll scream, just for you, just..." he begged, missing the connecting of eyes from his two lovers as his own red ones were closed in bliss. Lucifer nodded and continued, Raven drawing his hand away from his master to rest on Lucifer's shoulders for some kind of balance.
"So close," Abismo sobbed, something whispering in his mind that they would not let him cum as the promised but let him suffer eternally like this. His own twisted nature was torturing him...
and he loved it.
With a call of both their names, echoed with his own, Raven came first, clenching around his master and causing his own. Lucifer managed two more thrusts until he, too, collapsed against Abezethibou's back. Raven, damn his soul, pulled the demon into a hot kiss, tongues brushing each other and fangs nipping at the tender flesh. His wrists were set free, letting him rest them on the ravenette's shoulders.
Lucifer, the bastard, left them and got dressed, Raven rising to his knees, breaking the kiss and their connection.
"We must get you clean, Master. You're all dirty," Raven scolded lightly, leaving his king in his spot to dress. Dressing the other male, who was swept up by Lucifer, Raven lead them out of the dungeons.
"Luci," Abismo mumbled, snuggling into the elder's chest. A soft chuckle rumbled, mirth shining in red orbs.
"Do you think we should bathe him first or simply let him rest?" Lucifer asked the male walking ahead of them.
"Probably let him rest, he'll only drag me into the baths in the morning, so there is no point," Raven sighed. Lucifer laughed, placing the sleeping male on his bed when they entered his room.
"And why would he do such a thing?" the High Prince asked, a knowing smirk lifting his lips.
"Retribution," Raven said simply. "He always does." Lucifer watched as a pleasant shiver danced the ravenette's spine.
"Oh? What could he do that has you in such a daze?" A brow rose in curiosity.
Red eyes met crimson, a spike of the Fallen's power curling around him, licking pleasantly at his skin and slipping under his clothes.
"I would stop, blackbird," Lucifer warned, tipping his chin up, "or it is you I will be jumping next." The feeling stopped, something of a smug smile on Raven's face.
"As you wish, your Highness," Raven bowed, wanting nothing but to discard his boots and snuggle with his king. "Do you wish for me to see you out?"
"No, Raven. You look like you need to rest as much as your master," Lucifer chuckled, watching a the tension in the blackbird's shoulder loosened as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Have a good night, Raven. Goodnight, my love," he called to the two of them. Raven waved, snuggling under the sheet with his master, too tired to got to his own room.
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The King stretched, rolling his shoulders and groaning as his back popped. The spot beside him was still warm, but was missing the body that had been next to him all night. Abismo threw off the covers and his legs off the bed. He stood, stretching once more. Content, he made his way to the baths, finding Raven already there. After a bit of retribution, Abismo made his way to where he had sent the soul he had promised praise.
Raven rolled his eyes at his king, but a soft smile graced his face. He shifted, his feathered form using his four wings to glide over Hell's circles with ease. He flew to the High Prince's castle, having a quick minute of playful banter with the phoenix, and went to find Pride. Entering the throne room, he shifted back, raising a brow. Envy was there, seeming to be throwing a fit about something... again.
His Prince noticed him, the boredom sparking to curiosity in crimson orbs.
"Raven, what brings you, friend?" Lucifer questioned, cutting off Leviathan it a hand. She turned to glare at him, not that he cared.
"It is of a personal matter, Sire," Raven reported, glancing at the fish-like sin.
"Leviathan, if you would?" She huffed, throwing a tantrum like a child as she stormed out.
*In Latin, this name means to be weak, sickly, in the shadow of Hades. It was given to a descendant of Saul in the bible. It's an insult because Satan is saying that he hides behind Lucifer because he is weak.
Marigolds- Pain and grief
Amaryllis/Hippeastrum- forsaken; expectations
Carnation/Dianthus Caryophyllus (White)- disappointment
Hyacinth (White)- jealousy
Lily (Eucharis)- pride; wealth
Magnolia- Grief; Cruelty; Jealousy; Sacred affection; Despair
Poppy/Papaver- pleasure
Oleander- caution, grace, beauty
Pink Roses- perfect happiness
