Hey everyone ! An another story that I writed ! Like always, can be reading at an one-shot ! Please enjoyed !
WARNING : For Mature Audience ! We're talking about desire, sexuality and sensuality !
Lucifer watched his daughter and Angel laughing as they splashed water on each other. It was a hot day in the Hell, and the activity Charlie had proposed to further their redemption was to make a garden. This required patience, seriousness, kindness and perseverance. The Princess of the Hell had said that they also had some land, so it wouldn't be a problem to set it up. Each day, one person would be assigned to look after the garden. This would add responsibility and cooperation, which she felt were essential if they want to gain access to Paradise.
The truth, Lucifer knew, was that she wanted to do a few things outside the hotel in the heat. If everyone had understood this, no one had told her anything.
Vaggie and Adam were turning over the stony soil, while Husk and Nifty were removing the stones as they went along. Charlie and Angel, for their part, were starting to plant the seeds they had chosen and watering them copiously. At one point, Charlie had spilled water on herself while talking to Vaggie. Angel had teased her gently, telling her that she didn't need to "get wet" any more by looking at her girlfriend. Charlie had then innocently poured her watering can over Angel's hair. And so the battle began.
Lucifer was away from the group, sitting on a bench, watching them enjoy themselves. In particular, he was watching Angel Dust. The young man's face was radiant as he enjoyed himself with his daughter, a far cry from the sensual mask he wore in public outside the hotel. He seemed serene and teasing, yet respectful towards his friends. He'd come a long way since Lucifer moved into the hotel a month ago. It had been... odd for the angel to see any good in God's creation, Omnes to his friends. It had condemned him to suffer the consequences of his actions, to see only the bad in the freedom he had granted mankind. For a long time, he had lost all desire to fight and had shut himself away in his guilt, but his daughter had given him a tiny but valiant hope. He hated himself for clinging to it so tightly, but he couldn't help it, as he once had when he was the one on the front line.
He took a breath to banish these ramblings and concentrate on Pornstar. Based on what he knew of winners, at least the definition they'd had before he'd been ejected from Paradise, then Angel fit the criteria. Compared to what his daughter thought, you didn't have to be perfect to pass St Peter. Lucifer looked pained. One day he'd have to explain to his daughter how it all worked.
He shook his head: still! Angel fit the profile for going to Heaven. The question was: why hadn't anything turned up yet? There had to be a glitch somewhere.
Suddenly, a telephone rang and Angel stopped playing. In a panic, he reached into his pocket for the phone and looked at the screen. A dejected expression appeared on his face. Charlie gazed at him gently and compassionately.
"It's been a month since he called you," she said as she placed a hand on one of his arms.
Angel turned to her with a false smile on his lips.
"Don't worry, Dollface!" he said as he backed away from her touch. "That just means vacation's over!"
He looked at his phone again and, with almost imploring eyes, said to Charlie:
"Gotta go."
He then quickly took a long stride away as he answered.
When he saw his daughter so sad, Lucifer stood up and approached her. He laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Is everything all right, sweety?" he asked. She gave him a saddened look.
"It's nothing, Dad," she replied. "It's just that I'm sad I can't help him more."
"What do you mean?" questioned the angel. "What's going on?"
Charlie frowned, watching him as if he were mocking her. Then the realization struck her with an expression of surprise.
"Oh, yeah!" she exclaimed "You don't know! The person who just called him is Valentino, his boss."
Lucifer nodded. "And? They're not on good terms?"
Charlie seemed surprised, then laughed a little.
"I'm sorry!" she apologized when she saw her father's hurt expression. "It's that I forget you haven't been involved in the affairs of your kingdom for a long time."
Nice way of saying never, he thought. But he didn't look up.
"So, who is this Valentino?" he asked.
"An Overlord." replied his daughter. "He possesses Angel's soul."
Lucifer remained silent, then frowned.
"He's quite free to be chained up," he declared, puzzled.
"He negotiated his contract well," sighed Charlie. "He's totally owned only in the studio. He's free to have a life outside."
The angel nodded in understanding: he didn't know this Valentino, but he couldn't have been very powerful. A sinner with a lot of strength would have drawn up a much stricter contract to give himself more power. Or else, he wasn't very clever or impulsive.
Suddenly, a click occurred in his mind. Angel ... this was the reason why nothing had happened, potentially. Wobbly or not, the deal was there, binding him to the Hell! So he wasn't "pure".
Lucifer ran a hand over his chin. His brain was firing. If Pornstar really wanted access to redemption, then this contract would have to go. However, it wasn't a simple matter, really. He didn't have many options open to him to release Angel from his obligations.
He didn't move when his daughter told him she was going to continue working. A plan was beginning to form in his mind.
Angel was exhausted and aching all over. The bondage ties were hurting him and his position was not pleasant. They had been shooting various scenes for hours, chaining them together at breakneck speed. Valentino had told him he had some catching up to do and would work two days in a row if necessary. Pornstar was exhausted, both mentally and physically. It was torture, a real punishment.
He'd always enjoyed pleasuring himself, whether through sex or drugs. Feeling high, even beyond his body, gave him a sense of ecstasy that evaporated almost immediately. When he was on Earth, he'd told himself that if he wanted to live fully fulfilled, then he'd have to find a way to always be high or fucking. He couldn't do it, his Mafia family wouldn't let him, with their "don't touch the merchandise" rules. When he finally died of an overdose after being held too long, he vowed to live his life as he saw fit. Valentino saw the opportunity and Angel threw himself body and soul into this Hell.
He still loved sex and drugs. But this? What he experienced every time he walked into that damn studio? No, he didn't like it. It wasn't what he wanted, but it was too late now.
One of the guys who was supposed to fuck him pulled on the ties to straighten him out. Angel was shaped like a wheel, his wrists tied to his ankles, his legs spread to give access to his private parts. He was sausage-like in this curved position, which was causing his back a lot of pain. He wanted to wince in pain, but a glance to the side dissuaded him.
Valentino was sitting in his director's chair. He watched him in detail as he smoked with his cigarette holder, pink smoke wafting around him. Those eyes, hidden behind those dark glasses, ordered him to play along, on pain of reprisal. He had no choice. He closed his eyes to prepare to resume shooting. The director was about to say action when suddenly the sound of the studio door resounded instead of a voice.
"Hell-o everyone!" exclaimed someone whose tone was familiar to Angel.
He glanced towards the entrance, as did most of the people in the room, and paled as cries of surprise echoed around.
Lucifer stood there in his handsome white suit and top hat. His cane with the apple at the end twirled in his fingers as he strode into the room, looking around.
"Nice decor, really!" he exclaimed. "Nice outfit!" he said to a thong-clad sinner "You're right, in this heat, you might as well be of the least pomp!" He turned to a totally naked sinner: "Nice nudity! It suits you perfectly!"
He soon reached the stage. He leaned on his cane as he looked at the décor: a BDSM room with lots of mirrors. He rested his eyes on Angel for a few seconds, then quickly turned them away to look in the direction of the chairs.
"So who's the conductor?" he asked, cheerfully.
Valentino then stood up and, from the height of his stature, detailed the little King with amusement.
"It's me, Your Majesty," he said in a suave voice as he brought his hand to one of Lucifer's, bending down as if to kiss his hand. Lucifer anticipated the move and shook his hand firmly.
"I really like your productions!" he exclaimed. He walked over to Valentino's chair and sat on it, in a relaxed but regal pose. "I've come to see the magic at work!"
The butterfly demon had a fierce expression on his face, but the angel didn't even seem intrigued. He was still looking at him with angelic eyes, a sincere smile on his lips. If Angel hadn't seen that expression a thousand times when Alastor and Lucifer were arguing, he could almost believe the King was innocent. This was far from the case. He had clearly shown his dominance.
"Are you fond of my movies?" asked Valentino, his tone of voice unchanged, despite his apparent annoyance.
"Oh yes! I especially like: "To fuck or not to be fucked." ! The suspense of whether he'll get to ejaculate is exhilarating!"
Angel winced and turned his head to avoid anyone seeing his blush. It was all in vain with the mirrors everywhere. Knowing that Lucifer had seen the studio's less-than-popular movie bothered him. He was his friend's father, after all.
"Oh, you know it?" asked Valentino. Angel could see in the mirror that he seemed flattered, anger giving way to pride. "My most philosophical film! Inspired by Hamelet, as you may have noticed."
"Subtle, indeed." said the King with admiration in his tone. Similarly, if Angel hadn't known the character, he would have thought he was sincere. But he was clearly mocking Valentino. No one seemed to notice. "But with his own message! Really clever!"
"So, you've come to see my upcoming movie?" questioned Valentino as he turned the director away from his seat to sit next to Lucifer.
"I'd love to see how you direct the actors and shoot the sets," enthused Charlie's father. "I love magic and movie is not something I've mastered! It would be an honor to see how you do it."
Valentino was clearly won over and intoxicated by the compliments.
"You may stay, Your Highness." he said simply, in a sensual, enticing voice. "I'd be delighted to show you the steps involved in editing the images."
"Gladly."
Angel sent a shiver down his spine and couldn't help looking directly at Lucifer. His voice... Oh, for fuck's sake. It was beyond the pale. It had awakened a desire so deep within him that it was devouring him, as if suddenly an irresistible craving infiltrated his soul and spread to every nook and cranny, touching the most remote and far-flung parts that even he didn't know existed. It simply wasn't human.
Everyone in the room seemed to be in the same state as Angel, especially Valentino, who looked at Lucifer with eyes filled with lustful appetite. The King had a much softer, more inviting gaze, and an almost innocent smile that made him look candid. This added to the desire that was now flowing through the veins of everyone in the room.
"You know," Lucifer finally said, in a subjective tone. "You're good at enhancing the body and transcribing ecstasy. But you know what? There's a little something missing from your productions."
With his cane, he tenderly stroked the butterfly demon's chin. Angel saw a shiver run through Valentino's body.
"Lust." whispered the King, still in the same voice. "I could teach you the secrets of carnal pleasure and debauchery. Secrets that only Asmodeus himself knows."
The Overlord swallowed and bit his lip.
"I could become your producer," proposed Lucifer, gently sliding his cane across Valentino's neck. "You'd have the approval of the King of Hell and gain in power, while I'd gain in popularity."
Lucifer rested his pupils on the butterfly demon's neck, before languidly moving his gaze up to the Overlord's myopic eyes.
"It's win-win, isn't it, Val?"
"Yes." growled the butterfly in a voice dark with desire.
Angel noticed a gleam light up in Charlie's father's eyes, and he held out his hand to Valentino. The Pornstar watched the scene with curiosity, although her mind was slightly foggy. Strangely enough, he felt he was missing something, and that hand ... why did Lucifer's hand look so powerful?
"So, is it a deal then ?" asked the Devil.
The Overlord, totally hypnotized, directed one of his hands towards the outstretched hand of the King of Hell. Just as they were about to make contact, the sound of a television being switched on was heard, and Vox violently ejected Valentino's hand from Lucifer's grasp.
"Your Majesty!" exclaimed the TV demon, positioning himself between the butterfly demon and the King of Hell. "It's an honor to see you on our premises! You arrived unannounced, no one saw you come in! Rest assured, if that had been the case, you would have been welcomed like a King!"
Lucifer looked frustrated.
"And you are?" he asked, pointing at him with his cane.
"Vox, Your Highness!" replied the latter, bowing. "But you must have heard of me, since you know Valentino?"
Lucifer blinked in confusion, then laughed.
"Yes, of course!" he exclaimed. "There are three of you, aren't there? The Vees?"
"Perfectly," agreed the moving TV. "We've joined forces to provide Hell with entertainment worthy of their interest."
"Good idea!" enthused Lucifer, but with much less enthusiasm than before.
"That's why you'll forgive me this little interruption!" continued Vox, jerking Valentino to his feet. "Your proposal is appreciable, but you'll understand that we'll have to discuss it amongst ourselves, won't we?"
The butterfly demon seemed completely confused, lost in thought, as if he'd just come out of an enchantment. Vox shook him a little before pushing him further into the room.
"Make yourselves at home!" exclaimed the TV demon. "We'll be right back!"
"Of course." whispered Lucifer as the two Overlords moved away.
Angel watched the scene with interest. He tried to pick up the pieces and see what was playing out before his eyes. He felt he was missing a vital piece of information, but he was having trouble concentrating. Like Valentino, he felt foggy, as if he'd been on drugs (which he hadn't been for a while). He watched Lucifer, his chin in his hand, as Vox and Valentino chatted in hushed but passionate tones.
Finally, Charlie's father laid eyes on Angel and another gleam appeared in those pupils. So he got up and approached the actors at bed level. He passed like a snake between the guys surrounding Angel and ended up in front of the Pornstar. The spider looked at the angel with an expression of absolute embarrassment. He was embarrassed that someone from the Hotel should see him in this state. His pupils landed in those of the King, who raised an eyebrow and turned his head towards one of the actors.
"So, is this what gets you youngsters hard?" he asked. "A little puppy tied to a tree looking at you with a puppy dog look?"
He pouted disapprovingly as he turned his attention back to Angel, who shivered. His gaze was powerful, domineering and self-assured, yet his expression was relaxed and suggestive. He rested his cane on Angel's knee.
"You know what gives me a hard-on?" questioned Lucifer.
He began to very slowly slide his cane over the Pornstar's thigh, offering him enough contact to feel his presence but not enough to be entirely satisfying. He groaned as the King began to speak again, in the same voice he'd used with Valentino.
"It's seeing desire develop in your partner's body. To feel, without even having to touch, the curves undulating beneath you clamoring for attention with insatiable hunger. Just with your voice, to provoke a lust so great that the pleas were while, on your side, you try to keep buried inside you that ball of lust that grows as your senses awaken and make you notice the smallest details, the slightest smells, the slightest ripples in the air, that make your mind open to the whole universe and amplify the orgasm you're about to have."
As he spoke, the cane floated down to Angel's private parts. Angel was on the verge of exploding, not understanding what was happening. All he wanted was Lucifer. He wanted to beg him to go further, to offer him everything he had, if only to have more than he was giving him. He didn't care that he was the King of Hell. He didn't care that he was Charlie's father. He didn't care that he'd ever seen him in a red onesie with a duck-covered yellow apron and dolphin slippers, hair tousled into antennae on his head and drool dripping from the edge of his mouth. Right now, all he wanted was his body inside him. He set his eyes on Lucifer's, who wasn't looking at him. He seemed to be observing one of the mirrors.
He was about to beg when, suddenly, the touch on his skin disappeared. Lucifer lost all glamour and, with a buffoonish grin, nudged the actor closest to him.
"But hey!" he exclaimed, "what do I know? Not like I de-flowered the world's first virgin!"
He paused for a few seconds to think.
"And the second, come to think of it," he finally said before shrugging. "Anyway, I'll leave you to your work!"
He walked quietly away towards the exit.
"Hey"A digital voice called out to him. Angel saw Lucifer turn to Vox who, next to Valentino, had an indecipherable expression on his face. "See you in three days at noon for a business lunch."
The King smiles.
"With pleasure," replied the angel, before disappearing into one of the portals.
The Pornstar suddenly realized that Vox had just invited the Devil to his table.
Angel was in his room, lying in bed, Fat Nuggets in his arms. When he'd returned to the hotel, he'd feigned a headache and headed for his sanctuary. He was stroking his pig, still reeling from what had happened.
He'd just seen Lucifer in action. Not fighting, not revealing his angelic power, but truly as the Original Sinner. It had taken Anthony several hours to realize what had happened: the King of Hell had almost made a contract with Valentino using his demonic powers. When Vox had stepped in and tried to regain control of the situation, Lucifer had used his charms on Angel to draw the Overlords' attention and make them reconsider his proposal.
The spider couldn't understand why the angel had done it. What did he have to gain by making a contract with the Vees? He'd talked about popularity. Was that the reason?
Suddenly, there was a knock at his door. He raised his head to look at it. It must have been Husk bringing him a drink. It was his little habit when he felt Angel had a bad day. His heart filled with affection for the cat demon.
"Enter!" he said, straightening up on his bed to greet the bartender. His surprise was complete when he saw someone much smaller enter the room.
Lucifer stood there, drink in hand, and looked at him with an apologetic smile. He was still wearing his suit, but his top hat had disappeared somewhere in the Hotel.
"Hey." he said. He handed him the glass. It was one of the drinks Husk made for him when he needed it most.
The sinner hesitated for a few moments before finally taking the drink. He didn't think he was in any danger, but in all honesty, he wasn't too sure. His thoughts seemed to show on his face as Lucifer sighed before sitting down cross-legged on the floor.
"I wanted to clarify the situation," said the King at last.
"That you used me to try to get the Vees in your pocket?" quipped Angel. "No need to explain, man, I get it."
The angel frowned but smiled all the same.
"Yeah, that's why I want to talk with you. Because clearly, you haven't understood," he declared calmly.
"Oh, because I'm too stupid for that, huh?" scoffed the sinner. "I saw you wanted to make a deal with Valentino, you know?"
"It's true," confirmed Lucifer. "I wanted to make a contract with that moron. And if the other TV head hadn't intervened, then I'd have achieved my objective."
"Your goal?" questioned Angel. "To have Valentino's porn network to gain popularity?"
"So I can cancel your deal," declared the King.
Angel's eyes widened in surprise and he dropped his glass. It crashed to the floor with a crystalline sound, the alcohol spilling onto the carpet. He placed his hands around his body, as if to protect himself.
"You can't do that," he said, simply.
"Of course I can," Lucifer sighed. "It's just a matter of having the right contract closures. If he'd shaken my hand then as producer, all decisions would have fallen to me, including whether or not to keep an actor."
The spider looked at him without understanding. No, without wanting to understand.
"I would have forced Valentino to tear up whatever connects you," Lucifer sighed, running a hand over his face. "Frankly, it would have been easy if that square-headed cocksucker hadn't interfered."
Angel wanted to cry. He'd just realized how close he'd come to being free. To no longer having a chain on his wrist. He looked at the angel.
"And you couldn't have just killed him?" he asked. Lucifer gave him a knowing look.
"No," he replied. "Unfortunately, a contract has to be terminated by the person who initiated it. If the person dies, then it's over. The parties are doomed to follow them to the end. You never get out of an agreement."
The sinner rubbed his head as tears finally rolled down those cheeks. Good God, what had he done? This was even worse than he'd thought.
"Why are you doing this?" said the spider in a trembling voice. Lucifer stared at him. "Why do you want to free me?"
The King of Hell closed his eyes. His features were desolate.
"If redemption exists," says Lucifer, "then you'll never be entitled to it as long as you have a contract."
Angel burst into tears. He felt more and more trapped as the discussion went on. He'd got himself into a real mess. Then, unexpectedly, he felt an embrace take his head and place it gently on his chest. The Devil had just stood up and hugged him, caressing his hair as he did his daughter's.
"Shh." he said, softly, tenderly "Don't worry, kid. I got this."
Angel let himself go in the embrace. It was so warm, so welcoming, so frank, a far cry from what he'd felt earlier in the day, when he'd caressed her with his cane.
Ironically, he much preferred this contact to the old one.