I don't own True Blood.

WARNING: Guy on guy. (Rough sex) (Consensual)

Murder. Blood ritual interrupted.

Animalistic behavior.

Cruel Godric.

Jay's a Masochist.

Sorry for any typos

"... the devil doesn't come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He comes as everything you've ever wished for."

~Tucker Max

Insanity. He could taste the madness on his tongue.

Godric was stretched thin, the pieces that had made him whole were chipped away, ate at his soul with anguish until nothing but lunacy remained. His clan had collapsed with only him as the remaining survivor. His family had met their demise, because of the Hep V plague that ravaged the vampiric world. Eric was the last to fall, his faithful firstborn had perished in his arms with a grin, muttering his devotion to a maker that could do nothing but weep and beg unresponsive gods to spare his child.

And If the gods did hear his pleas, they dismissed him and left him to waste away...and waste away he did. Time merged and blurred into one long nightmare and he fled to the wilderness, the only comfort the vampire could find. For an endless eternity, he endeavored to stay away from the burning sun, fought against the sweet comfort of death, and hunted humans as he did in ancient times. He learned to detect the odor of Hep V that lingered in their bodies, and by sheer luck and determination, he remained unaffected.

The world was darker now, the worst type of crime ran rampant and strange oddities emerged from the shadows. Cities burned and endless murder occurred, stores and residences fell together and the once serene night turned into a nightmare of screams and carnage.

But Godric had found enjoyment in the horrors, found short-lived satisfaction and fulfillment in the sin around him. The vampire burned with hatred for gods he couldn't glimpse and turned his back on his regret.

Once, he despised what he had done in the past, loathed himself because of the innocent lives he stole so effortlessly but now, in this dark, hateful world, alone and damned, he submitted to what he was. Godric was a monster, a desolate creature that would destroy everything good around him. If he couldn't have Eric and if he couldn't have Nora then he'd watch the world burn without any shame, he was done drowning in useless guilt.

Godric leaned forward on the branch of the great tree, dark eyes tracking the chanting, crimson cloaked figures circling a stone slab that held a bound, blindfolded victim. More oddities? It mattered not...he was hungry, it had been days upon days since he last fed and despite his old age, his throat could still burn with a painful thirst for blood.

The immortal analyzed with the eyes of a hungry predator as the robed figures chanting became louder.

"Ave Satani!"

There were seven, he sniffed, inhaling in various scents. Five were tainted with Hep V, they were worthless but two were not, they were clean, and so was the victim, the sacrifice.

A platinum-haired male, bound and blinded. The human rested on his rear with legs crossed underneath him, dressed in dark clothes that were tattered and stained with dried blood.

The mortal was not tied down and he was not afraid.

How unusual? Godric lingered on the bound male a moment longer before pushing the curious thoughts away. It wasn't of any significance. The vampire was famished and there was plenty of blood in three bodies to keep him sated for at most two weeks before he would need to truly hunt again.

A sharp, jagged dagger was revealed by one of the robed humans and Godric tensed with calculating eyes while two others walked forward and snagged the victim's upper arms, holding him in place as the one wielding the blade spoke.

"With the sacred blade of the east I clutch in my hand, it will pierce the heart of our sacrifice and he will rise to take his place over the damned souls of earth!"

"Ave Satani!"

Godric sneered with disbelief before rushing for the kill. He made sure not to spill blood from the infected, instead, he snapped their necks before lunging at the one holding the blade. Crushing the mortal's wrist in his hand, he laughed while the blade fell from a useless grip before he yanked the screaming man against him, his fangs making quick work of human flesh, and he drunk savagely, draining the first rapidly.

He turned his ravenous gaze toward the other, permitting the drained corpse to fall to the ground and Godric chuckled with enthusiasm when he found the other robed mortal fleeing from the event. The vampire quickly caught up with the human and tackled him to the ground, fangs effortless finding their mark in the wild, pulsing neck.

Afterward, a hush fell over the small clearing, and the vampire rose from the corpse, veering his dark gaze on the victim that remained on the slab. So calm and unconcerned with the deaths of his captors. Curiosity held the attention of the sated vampire and he prowled closer, scenting the dark woodsy essence of the calm, bound mortal. Dark eyes scanned the features that were revealed, lingering on full lips when the mortal licked at his bottom lips before gnawing on the tender flesh with blunt teeth for a moment.

Godric immediately blamed the isolation for his swelling arousal and he chuckled, watching the platinum head turn in his direction before a voice, masculine but youthful was speaking. "You smell delicious." Full lips curled upward after his remark and Godric was scoffing with his nose scrunching up.

"I thought mortals possessed awful senses."

"You assume I'm mortal?" The blind human was inquiring before lolling his head back, revealing an attractive neck to the vampire. "You smell like sin, it's something I can appreciate." He was humming with a deepening murmur, resulting in Godric sneering before he reached and snagged the human by his arm, hauling the body off the slab, chuckling with delight when he stumbled with a gasp.

Then he stood to his full height and the human was so small, so short, standing at five feet and five inches, and Godric was startled that he stood over another. "Are you a child?"

The pale head tilted after the human found his bearings, "I turned eighteen two days ago."

"That tells me nothing, I do not keep up with human ages."

"Oh," the human was breathing, and it was a desirable image, and Godric preferred to couple with this creature, keep him until his curiosity and cock were sated. "If you're asking if I'm legal, you must have a delightful agenda in mind. I'm certainly game, and yes, wicked one. I'm an adult."

Godric was grinning before hauling the human roughly to the cave where he dwelled, and the immortal laughed with satisfaction when the shorter male stumbled blind and gasping.

When the two reached the mouth of the cave, Godric yanked the human around and tossed him with a thrilled growl that expelled a second time when the small body tumbled over hard stone with a pained gasp. Hands bound with black fabric, held against his chest, he was unexpectedly laughing while the vampire prowled forward.

"You know what I want?"

"I have a good idea, wicked one," The platinum head nodded, "I certainly am eager to see how you will go about this but I must confess, I am new in the ways of pleasure when it comes to the flesh."

"Do you truly think I care about your pleasure?" Godric was hissing, entangling fingers into pale hair and he was lifting the human to his knees, thrilling at the sound of the pained shriek ejecting from full lips. Freeing himself from his attire, he grinned down at the blindfolded male, "Open your mouth." The vampire was hissing out the command, peering down at the kneeled human while the crown of his throbbing cock rested against full lips.

Then, full lips parted and a warm tongue, pink and hesitate, licked at the head of his erection, provoking Godric to groan with enthusiasm, and when a warm mouth wrapped around him, the vampire thrust forward into warmth. Immediately he was lost in wet heat and he tightened his fingers into soft hair, pushing until the head of his cock bumped against the muscle of the human's throat.

When he finally did pay attention, the platinum male was choking, suffocating, and the scent of delicious tears confronted his senses. Godric pulled off the blindfold with his free hand, and he was gazing into teary blue, blue eyes. A pale blue, almost translucent, entirely abnormal for a mortal. The vampire removed himself from the creature and released his grip on soft hair, and he watched with twisting, psychopathic features when the creature slumped forward, resting on his bound hands, coughing and gulping with shuddering breaths.

"What are you?" Godric was growling with a type of appetite he had not felt in a long time. A need to mark, to claim. A trophy kneeled before him, causing Godric to smile as the creature finally settled.

"Jay."

"Come again?"

"My name is Jay. What's yours, wicked thing?"

"Godric. What are you?"

"Are we finished playing already?" Jay was asking with translucent, teary eyes tracing his features.

"Tell me what you are and I'll fuck you after."

"How cruel," Jay replied before fair features twisted with annoyance, "I'm a vessel for the devil himself, does that satisfy you?"

"No, I'm ravenous." The vampire was prowling around the kneeled vessel. What absolute bullshit, the poor creature was obviously disturbed in the head because he didn't lie. It didn't matter, Godric would keep him, hold him captive in chains if he must. He was reaching and gripping the nape of the pale neck before growling from the eager sigh escaping Jay's lips as the noise of fabric ripped under his free hand.

Godric was slipping his fingers into his mouth, coating them in saliva before removing them and finding Jay's tight entrance, he expelled a hiss as one of his digits forced inside, working tight heat to loosen. Jay was muffling a yelp, and trembling in his unbreakable hold when he worked in another. "Relax, little bird."

Godric barked out an irritated snarl, causing the creature to evict a shuddering laugh, "I am trying, wicked one!"

"Don't try, do." Impatient and aggravated, Godric thrust his fingers in roughly again and again before he pulled out the two digits and pressed the tip of his cock to rest at Jay's entrance. The platinum-haired male tensed, breathing heavily and trembling uncontrollably from the apprehension that was spewing from his pores, in the form of a deepening souring scent. The soothed heartbeat no longer existed, in its place was a deafening pounding that Godric humored in and he exposed his teeth at the other's back before thrusting forward brutally, and promptly settling balls deep.

A scream was torn from a throat, and Jay clawed the stone with bound hands as Godric's eyes rolled into the back of his head. Tight. So fucking tight and hot. A scorching, taut passage sheathed him, clamping and contracting with extraordinary muscle spasms. The one underneath sobbed, and the scent of tears and perspiration filled the cave air.

Godric practically drooled, and dropping his head forward, he established a brutal pace and sunk back into tight heat, again and again, growling and soaking up the cries of distress until he aimed for Jay's neglected prostate, prompting pained pleasure to sweep the creature away.

It could have been hours before he was finally satisfied, and when he pulled out of the battered, motionless body, his eyes gazed down at the destroyed doll with possessive thoughts.

Making up his mind, he pulled the dazed creature into his arms while scenting the air. He had certainly torn him, and that wouldn't do.

Lips connected to lips before the vampire nudged his tongue deeper after slashing the muscle with sharp fangs, offering a taste of his blood, and with that favor, the little bird would owe him a dept that Godric would most definitely collect.

Jay was moaning, swallowing the blood that pooled at the back of his throat, and he hummed with appreciation when Godric gifted him a devouring kiss before ultimately pulling away.

"I believe you've broken me, insatiable creature." The translucent-eyed male was muttering with a drooping stare and a certain type of fixation aimed toward Godric.

"I assume you enjoyed it?" Godric rumbled, examining the fair features of his captive.

"Of course but I believe you've ruined me for anyone else."

"You are mine now, little bird. There will be no one else, not for you."

Fair features twisted into alarm before the creature was melting in his embrace entirely and within a brief second, translucent eyes tinted red. Godric glimpsed the passing detail but before he could comment on it, Jay was chuckling with contentment. "Very well, wicked one. I will stay with you."

"What are you?" Godric couldn't help but inquire again.

"Yours."

Spoke the antichrist.

Music: Peter Gundry-The Devil