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Chapter Nine...The Twelfth Hour
And maybe, I'll find out The way to make it back someday, To watch you, to guide you Through the darkest of your days...
Lucifer turned around to face me and his stare at me was filled with piercing, penetrating intent. It was a gaze that felt invasive, violating me in ways I couldn't even begin to understand in my current foggy state. I shifted beneath the duvet, uncomfortable beneath his inspection, only to find silver bands tight around both of my wrists. The same Enochian sigils that had made up the binding circle from the night before were carved into the shiny surface. The discomfort of having my magic blocked off, trapped inside my body was clear when I at last noticed the shackles. Like a cut that you don't feel the pain from until you lay eyes on it. Damn. At least I wasn't chained down. Yeah, great.
"Do you plan to torture me, then?" Kudos to me for my voice not shaking. In some ways, Lucifer was far more of a danger to me than any Dark Lord ever could have been. Voldemort had never fancied me, after all, and a slighted Archangel was an unpredictable Archangel. This situation had the potential to get bad very quickly and, judging by my previous track record, Fate loved to see me suffer, the bint.
"Do you want me to torture you?" His voice carried over his amusement at the stony, fierce expression I presented him with. I shook my head to the negative, "Good. Because I have much more pleasant plans in mind for you, my Little Death." I had the urge to tell him that I wasn't his anything but there was no reason to prod a sleeping lion. Besides, something told me that the Devil's plans were ones that wouldn't bode well for me at the end of the day. Lucifer didn't turn back to resume his observation of the scenery liked I had hoped he would, instead slowly walking toward my prone figure, "You could be great, you know. With me. We could rule this world, right all of the wrongs the humans have done to you. No one would ever hurt another child, never ignore another son or daughter in need, ever again. We could make it a reality, Harry. Make a Heaven for ourselves here. Cut out our own slice of the pie."
Oh please. Nothing would come from Lucifer's rule except destruction. Only a ruined world would precede him.
"No one's Heaven can come from bringing Hell to Earth and you know that. I won't help you bring ruination upon us just to show up God."
His face looked down on me in false sympathy as if I had just proven to be immeasurably stupid and it saddened him. His snort of derision cut through the air.
"You make us all sound so trivial, Harry. But no matter. You WILL help me whether you want to or not and believe me. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging to do what I wish." He purred, a sadistic smile taking up his pock marked face. He stopped at the very end of the bed and retrieved a small glass bottled from his pocket. A clear fluid lay inside reminding me strongly of a certain potion professor I use to know. Veritaserum? Surely not? How would he even manage to come across such a thing?
"Do you know what this is, Little Death?" Clearly not. Lucky guess said he was about to tell me though, "This is the saliva of a Succubus."
"Ugh. And what does the Succubus spit do?" Nothing good, no doubt. What did I know about Succubi? Admittedly, not much. Some sort of creature that feeds on human energy, if I remembered correctly.
Lucifer's grin broadened and he held the vial up to the light so the tiny bit of light filtering in caught the glass and gleamed with a sinister shine, "To me? Nothing. To you? Well, let's just say that this stuff will make you...see things my way. Take you to whole new heights, if you will." More drugs? With my luck there would be some sort of adverse reaction. I suppose it was a good thing that I couldn't die. The fact wouldn't make it hurt any less. My stomach clenched and an icy cold stole over me when my enemy unstoppered the small bottle and smeared some of the colorless fluid on his own lips. Oh not good. So not good. Lucifer started at the bottom of bed and slowly began to crawl up towards me. Definitely not good.
He moved panther-like, almost a roll. Graceful, serpentine. This was the devil who had taken snake-form and seduced Eve to seeing his way, the same who had been the most beautiful in Heaven before his fall. Jerking away, I crab crawled backwards, trying to get as far back from his as I could. My heart was in my throat, pounding away like a hammer. My blood began to race within my veins, a liquid train captured within me. A sick feeling was settling inside my belly at the realization of what was about to occur. How could I have not seen this coming? Where was Death? My lover's name escaped my lips in a breathless whisper of terror. A vice-like grip encircled my ankle and jerked me down from the fetal position that I had crunched myself into, pulling me prone once more. That was when my eyes found the ceiling and for a moment, all I could do was stare in awe. Every inch of the room's ceiling was covered in more Enochian but these were at least partially recognizable. Sigils for obscuring, warding and hiding. It was a vast and complex leviathan of spell work. We were hidden from Death's sight, from everyone's sight, and with my magic bound, there was no chance of escaping unless I could either get outside the ward work or get these blasted cuffs off. With Lucifer standing in the way, my chances were looking bleak.
My eyesight tilted and blurred, the Spore still strong in my system. Before I knew what had happened, Lucifer was upon me, his mouth on mine. A hand was on my jaw, prying my mouth open painfully, allowing the saliva to filter in. His tongue slipped in along with it and I began to push and beat at his arms around me fruitlessly, screaming out in my mind along the channel connecting my beloved and I. If Death would hear it through the warding, I didn't know but I had to try something. It was far too late though. The moment the saliva began to work its wicked magic, I knew it immediately. My body tensed, arms stilled their assault on my attacker. Lucifer smirked against my mouth but the anger that should have been there wouldn't come. I felt...hot. The string of a bow wound too tightly. Just another tug and it would snap. I was standing on the edge of a platform, teetering in the wind. There was a gasp, just a breath filled with the endless blue of eyes boring down into mine. The calm before the plunge. I fell.
Heat surged up within me, overtaking me. Every nerve ending lit up like a match and my brain swelled. Flesh felt suddenly too small to fit me, a feeling of immense discomfort before the pleasure hit and I remembered exactly what it was that Remus had taught us all of those centuries ago. Succubi. Creatures that fed on energy. Sexual energy. A cry of need, almost pain, burst out of my chest and then arms were around me. Teeth found my throat, marking and demanding more. Nothing seemed to make any sense. Thoughts were disjointed and time didn't flow correctly. I could only focus on pieces. A hand splayed across my bare belly, my shirt being pulled up over my head. Everything was scrambled, events mixed up and unclear. I suppose it was the single kindness Lucifer had offered me because when hands slide down my thighs, taking the last vestiges of my dignity with them, I wasn't fully aware of what was occurring. All I knew was the all encompassing pleasure pulsing throughout my body with every heartbeat. Impossibly soft hands spread my legs wide, stroking and teasing. There was a single instant of panic when I recalled that it had been months since Death had lain with me last and that my body wasn't ready but, like every other, the thought was gone on the wave of drugged euphoria before it could really be given life.
Pain shot through me as he moved inside my body, violating and desecrating every inch of me. Claiming for himself what was not his to lay claim to. I was crying out, begging, though for what my addled mind couldn't decipher. It didn't seem to ever end. The agony began to fade only for the pain of never ending want to take its place. Need. Want. Fear. Pain. Lust. Terror. Desire. All of these and more were waging war within my heart. The scariest part of all was the knowledge that no one would be coming for me. No one would save me if I couldn't find a way to save myself. I would be trapped here with him until I gave in or found a way. The shackles on my wrists had never felt so heavy. The feel of hot, sticky fluid filled my body and at last, it was over. Lucifer was chuckling above me and with a single, mocking kiss to the scar on my forehead, darkness descended over my consciousness.
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When I awoke for the second time, it was night outside. I could see the stars through the window. My brain was blessedly free of the influence of the Succubus saliva and only slightly clearer from the wearing off of the Spore. The first thought that crossed my mind was how lovely the stars were. The sight of them reminded me once more of my dear Death, of his endlessness and how joyful he made me feel inside. How being his Master was a gift, not because of the control it gave me, but because it allowed me to be in his life. My memories came filtering in one by one and all at once, the realization of what that sticky feeling between my thighs was came to me. Knowledge could be a terrible burden. It took all of the little strength I possessed to heave myself over the side of the bed to vomit, lest I throw up on myself.
"Well, I didn't think I was that bad. I'm almost offended, Harry." Lucifer said from somewhere to my left jokingly. I did not not react, nor did I glance his way. My mind was still trying to process the muddled mess of my memories from hours ago. I had slept with Lucifer, with the enemy. Even under duress, it didn't change the fact that we had sex. I had been unfaithful to Death, to the man who had loved me with everything he was for twelve hundred years. The one who had delivered me from a life of misery and betrayal. I wanted to scream, cry, rage at everything. Throw whatever I could get my hands on first. I wanted to kill. The bed around where I lay began to brown and decay, once white sheets now appearing decades old, but the magic dampening cuffs on my arms kept any more of that death magic from leaking through. Nothing that would do me any good right now. Perhaps this was shock. Mentally and emotionally, I felt frozen. Nothing seemed to come through properly. Stunned.
"You know, you could always give in. Help me wage my Apocalypse and you can see Death again. You won't have to go through all of this. You know that I'm telling you the truth. I'm an Angel, after all, not some disgusting demon. I can't lie."
Couldn't he just shut up? I was so bloody tired...My entire body hurt, the aches and pain of abuse. There was a stinging in my back and when I put a hand to it, I found nail tracks trailing down my skin. The pain between my legs was blinding. A whimper must have bled out from between my swollen lips because hands suddenly lifted me up, placing my battered body in his lap. Lucifer lifted my chin up so he could look down into my exhausted emerald eyes. His face wore an expression of false sympathy and sincerity. Couldn't lie my arse. He lied with his mannerisms, his expressions.
"This will happen again and again until you give me what I want, Little Death. Certainly, your uncooperative attitude is a stall in my plans but either way I have you here with me, I have what I want. Either way, Harry, I've won."
I was tucked back beneath the covers like a child. All I could do was curl up and cry.