Hello again readers. This was kinda a funny chapter to me because I didn't expected it to turn into what it did. But I hope you all enjoy this ones.

Chapter seven

Lucifer was currently on his 57th rubber duck. No matter how much he tried it wasn't right, another failure just like the ones before it. He was having trouble focusing and his mind kept drifting to what he left behind at the hotel. It had been over 31 hours since he woke up with a raging sinner on his lap. How did he know that? He had been counting, hyper aware of the time the two spent apart. Last night he had only managed to get a few restless hours of sleep, kept tossing and turning wondering if Alastor was doing alright. His instincts going wild with unease, he wanted his slave.

Setting down the duck he was working on he scowled himself for having such a thought, Alastor didn't belong to him. It was just that he had never seen a slave outside of Eve. That wasn't an excuse but it must play a role in why he was feeling this way. Was this how Lillith felt? This all consuming need to possess? He didn't know and she wasn't around to ask he hadn't reacted to Eve that day in the garden, not like his wife had. When the three of them had laid with each other it was Lillth who couldn't keep her hands off the little slave. Don't think the king hadn't put in his own work; he had brought the first and second women to climax more times than he could count. He smirked at the memory the two had been unable to keep up with him and that was back when he was just an angel. He had to sit out at the end both too sore to take him anymore, he hadn't minded enjoyed watching the two indulge in each other. How they sixty-nined tongues worked eagerly to clean every drop of his seed, slick muscles soothing their aching holes. He was bigger now then back then, an unseen perk of his now demonic form.

Wow that was not the kinda thoughts he needed to be having, he pushed away from his workstation face heating with a golden blush. An image of Alastor flashed in his mind, bruised thighs spread as his cum leaked from his…. Wow wow pump the brakes. What happened in the bathroom was a slip up that wasn't going to happen again. He could control himself, he was above those types of instincts. True the dynamic between a master and slave was sexual in nature but that didn't mean he had to fulfill those needs. He could focus on the other parts like making sure the buck was taken care of, that he wasn't suffering because of Lucifer's mistake. Now he was worried.

He closed his eyes focusing, he knew he shouldn't be feeding into this but he couldn't help it, since yesterday the deers aura kept reaching out grazing against his own. Most of the time he didn't really notice it, not until that graze turned into a pull. He could feel how weak the aura still was, that was good as no one else besides the king could feel it.

When it got stronger the real problems would start, slaves could be identified by aura alone unlike everyone else who just gave off sub or dom vibes. It was made that way so Eve could never run from Adam; he would always be able to find her.

This was one of the known risks of what he had done to figure out the sinner's secondary class, truth be told this wasn't really his fault. Alastor's aura had latched onto his own and refused to let go, they had stayed entwined too long causing a bond to form that hadn't disappeared after their time together. The compatibility between them didn't help either, only working to strengthen their connection. It worked like nerves bouncing signals back and forth to each other over and over. Right now the channel was closed with neither party trying to send anything through, but when it was open things like the never to be spoken about tail jerking incident happened.

Alastor probably didn't even know it existed. It was his submissive instincts that kept reaching out seeking some type of comfort whenever it brushed against his own.

Something pissed him off -pull

He was overjoyed at something - pull

Felt uncertain - pull

The list went on most of yesterday was pulls as the buck tried to figure out his new feelings and emotions caused by being triggered. The stronger the emotional reaction the greater the pull.

Speaking of instincts his own was becoming a problem, his angelic and demonic halfs had always been at odds with each other. It was like having a constant tug of war inside his mind each half wanting to come out as the dominant trait. He wasn't crazy. It was just that when he did give into his more demonic nature he lost that part of himself that holds people back from doing whatever they wanted. He was no longer bound by the socially accepted constructs of society. Rules and laws meant nothing to him. He became that voice that whispers in your ear to steal a woman's purse or the one that has you picturing getting out of your car and beating the person who cut you off in traffic to death. Mix in his master class and it was a messy combination that anyone would struggle with.

The best way he had learned to deal with it was to suppress that darker part of himself, the part that wanted to control, break and devour everything in its path. He had done a pretty good job of doing that only a few times coming to mind when he had lost control and the devil had gotten out. One being the dancing plague of 1518 he had been on one of his earthly visits needing a break from hell and everything that came with it. The town had been nothing special the townsfolk where having some type of festival with music and dancing that had caught the king's attention he was just passing through wanting to check it out when some fuck had tried to pick pocket him and when he caught him doing it he had the balls to say "The devil made me do it" that had set Lucifer right the fuck off. He had made him do it? The only thing he had done was gift people free will and this thief dared to blame him for the misuse of that gift.

He might have overreacted a little, when more people chimed in saying the same thing "The devil makes us do all types of horrible things' ' well he showed them what the devil could make you do. All it took was a wave of his influence washing over the town, its citizens started to dance and they couldn't stop and didn't want to stop. He sat in a chair watching them clapping along to the music. He watched for two months as both men and women dropped dead one after the other, even when bodies lined the streets they never stopped dancing. Now they could say the devil made them do it.

Another was when he had been triggered by Lillith, that reaction had been violent enough that he was able to pass a law on another master, something thought to be impossible before then. He had never seen his wife scared. Even when facing judgment from his father she was never scared. She stood tall with her head held high but in that moment she was terrified of him. That's why she took Charlie; she was just trying to protect her. It was why she stayed away from him before she disappeared 7 years ago. It was the fear in her eyes that had made him lock himself away most of his daughter's life, alone in his workshop he put the beast to rest for good.

Or so he thought he went 195 years without an incident but then Alastor happened, what Lillith feared he actively sought out. The deers aura dug down deep tempted that part of him as if it was the apple of Eden. His sweet moans a siren call luring the sleeping devil to the surface, and when he was behind him he didn't flinch away he begged for more wanting whatever the darkest part of himself would give him. As much as Lucifer wanted to think of it as a separate thing, it wasn't it was him.

The hours ticked by within that time he had gone to the embassy to set up the meeting Charlie had wanted. When he returned his temper was high. Speaking with his siblings had that effect on him. He had also gotten a nasty pull from Alastor that he had yet to figure out what it meant. When he got home he tried to call his daughter to tell her the news but she wouldn't answer, he would need to cool his head before going to the hotel to tell her in person. She had made him promise that he would tell her right away, now he felt like he was breaking his promise which pissed him off more.

Walking through the servants living quarters he was looking for Phil the imp who handled the paperwork between heaven and hell what he saw there made his temper boiled over. He never liked tvs, believed it scrambled your brain. He also didn't like the tv demon who was always trying to hypnotize people, Lucifer thought he was a lazy cuck.

But it wasn't the tv that set him off, it was what was being played on it. That Vox guy was fighting someone and based on the amount of daylight this had taken place earlier. His voice was grating on Lucifer's nerves, he kept bragging. The camera shifted around a bit before zooming in just as… just as Alastor's right leg was wrapped in an electrical cable, a shocked charge going through it causing the deer to throw his head back in pain. Vox was laughing at him before more cables sprang forth aimed at the snared deer who only just managed to break fear countering the attack with one of his own. The video played on repeat over and over Alastor being shocked and for a brief moment he looked like he wanted to run away, it was only for a second happened at the same time when a few of the lesser demons around him fell to their knees. You'd miss it all together if you weren't hyper fixated on the radio demon like he was. Vox was a dom. Vox was a dom who's aura was forcing the subs in the area to submit. Vox was a dom who was forcing his FUCKING AURA ON HIS DOE!

That was what the pull meant, Alastor had been scared. He wasn't sure how he stopped himself from going out and killing Vox; it was probably that in his current state he'd have taken out half of Pride city. He barely managed to poof into his workshop away from the frightened eyes of his servants who had fallen to the ground when his aura lashed out.

His horns grew first, rising up toward the ceiling, wings sprung from his back ripping his shirt as they did . His control was shattered. He belongs to him! His tail lashed out coming down with such force it cracked the floor. Eyes bleeding red as he paced. That fucking sinner touching what was his. He forced his nasty little aura onto his slave making him feel scared. And what was Lucifer doing at the time? Sitting in a room being belittled by his siblings when he should have been out there showing everyone that Alastor belonged to him. Like that media loving worm would even know what to do. The devil would show him he'd tie that fucker up in his own cables break every bone in his body and make him watch. He could picture it, Alastor's mouth stuffed with his cock, he'd lean over fingerings that tight hole right over Voxs face let the juices run down on him. So close but out of reach, he'd want to taste. If he tried to have one and the devil would rip his tongue out. Cut it into slices and throw it in a buttered skillet with a splash of red wine to bring the flavor out, his cannibalistic slave would feast on it while he himself would dine on the meal between his legs.

His claws flexed mind spiraling out of control, he could just imagine those dominants out there sniffing around. It would only get worse when they found out what he was everyone would want a piece. Not just in hell but those fuckers top side too when they saw Alastor without that makeup or how he looked when he was down in sub space they would want him for themselves. But he was Lucifer's. He found him first and they were 100% compatible. He had triggered the slave. It was his order he had followed. Even when madness was eating away at his mind he still followed his order. Fuck he followed so perfectly the image was still fresh in his mind how he looked on his knees bound and unable to move. How his very powers turned against him just to make sure his master's order was followed.

He had given that order in the morning and it was well into the night when the king found him, he'd been fucking himself all day. His ass had looked amazing spread open as his tentacle fucked into it, the devil could image how wide those cheeks would have to spread to accompany his own girth. He had limitless stamina from what he saw Alastor would be able to take it and more. Fucked all day and still has the energy to want his tail played with. And the way he cried out that voice no one else was allowed to hear that unfiltered voice but him.

Lucifer grabbed his head, panting for breath. His wings curled around himself hiding him from view, he couldn't do that to Alastor he wouldn't do that. It was wrong he didn't need the devil in his life. But when the sickness set in, who would he turn to? There were no other masters in hell besides the Sins, maybe a handful of royals. A grin split his face, he'd have no choice but to come crawling right back into his lap because no one else would touch him. Alastor wore his brand. It pulsed with his power, burned into the flesh on his throat. Lucifer's ownership. It was the king who gave him his first order, it was only by the devil's hand that he got his first taste of pleasure, everything he was and would ever belong to him.

"Pull yourself together LuLu breath calm down" madness was clawing at his mind, it felt like his skull was about to split in two.

He wanted to take care of Alastor to make him feel safe and cared for to protect him.

He wanted to make him scream to taste that pale flesh he wanted to devour him until nothing was left.

He wanted to talk to the buck, get to know him, to learn everything he could about him, he wanted him to be happy, he didn't want him to suffer.

He wanted to claim the doe so thoroughly that being away from the devil would cause him pain that each breath he took was pure suffering when not in his presence.

Lucifer brought his hand up biting into it hard, a flow of his golden blood filled his mouth, he bit harder taking a chunk out between his thumb and pointer finger, he spit it to the ground and bit higher on his forearms next. He kept biting, pulling away chunk after chunk of his flesh he didn't know which part of himself he was trying to rip out. He wrapped his arms around himself, claws digging into his back at the base of his wings, blood splattering across the floor.

He was an angel but they casted him out because he dared to dream.

He was the first sin he built hell from a void of nothingness.

He was a shit husband who couldn't take care of his wife who abandoned her when she needed him most.

He was a great husband who threw away his home and family for his wife. He needed her at his most broken and she abandoned him.

He was a shit father who made his daughter feel unloved who's relationship was strained to the point of breaking.

He was a great father who gave his daughter everything he could. She blamed him but never once did she reach out to talk to him only when she needed something did she even call.

He was a shit dominant who had left his submissive to nearly die from trigger madness who found pleasure in knowing he was suffering.

He was a great dominant as soon as he learned what he did he didn't hesitate to fix it. He pulled him from that madness and put the pieces back together and he was alive today because of what he did.

He felt the shattered pieces of his mind snap back together. As his self inflicted wounds healed he kept taking deep breaths in through his nose out through his mouth. Over and over until he had control of himself fully. He had to face a painful reality; he could no longer bury this part himself down. He had to accept it. This was who he was; he was not an angel, not a demon; he was something else, he was a creature of two minds two souls shoved into one body. He would only hurt the ones he cared about if he kept denying it.

He snapped his fingers, clothes fixed, hat and cane appearing on his person. He felt lighter, better than he ever had before, he was a kind caring person, fun loving and goofy who could be a little depressed at times. He was also a terrible person full of rage with a desire to control and devour, cold and calculating. He was the devil who was the king of hell Lucifer and that was okay.

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Day had shifted to night when he arrived at the hotel, he let himself inside and went in search of Charlie. He found her in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea talking quietly to Maggie.

"Hey Char Char!" he called excitedly as a way to let his presence be known. Both girls jumped at his voice with twin looks of surprise on their faces.

" Dad! What are you doing here?" she ran over to greet him.

" Good evening sir"

"You should have called I wasn't expecting you" it took a conscious effort to keep the smile on his face.

" I did sweetheart, a couple of times" she patted herself down looking for her phone only to come up empty handed. Where did she lose that thing?

"Oh I'm sorry dad I can't seem to find it" Vaggie looked around the kitchen but the lost phone wasn't in there either.

"Maybe you left it on the charger" the moth demon said.

"It's okay Char Char I'm here now and I wanted to give you this" he pulled a rolled up parchment from his coat that had a glow to it. He watched with an uneasy feeling as his daughter read it already knowing what it said. The meeting with heaven was set two weeks from today, it would be overseen by a high council member one over Adam.

"Oh my gosh Vaggie this is happening!" He looked around as the two girls talked, waiting for the excitement to die down, he took a deep breath in trying to settle his nerves. He still was uncomfortable about her going to heaven; he wouldn't be able to follow her. It was on the second inhale that a scent tickled his nose causing his fingers to flex.

"Where is everybody?" The smell of rosemary and mint hung in the air. He tried to be as casual as possible but the scent made him dizzy. Charlie paused in her rambling.

" Angel Dust is at work I'm not sure what Niffty is doing most likely cleaning or hunting bugs I've told her she should take a break but does she lishen nope I mean I'm happy she-" he kept nodding his head smiling maybe a little to forced come on Charlie I don't care about them he loved his baby girl but she needed to stop rambling.

"Husk is working the bar, oh we should have a drink to celebrate!" The words were barely out of her mouth before she was dragging the two from the room. He didn't want to come right out and ask it might be suspicious but he was dying to know what his little doe was getting up to. He had yet to see him, he may have taken the long way around the hotel to get to the kitchen hoping to run into the sinner. He never found him, maybe he wasn't home.

They had a drink to celebrate afterwards he had hung around a little longer getting to know Vaggie; it felt like he was getting to know Charlie all over again too. She had grown into an amazing woman, he was so proud of her. He also found he liked Vaggie; she was taking such good care of his baby girl. The two seemed to be deeply in love, he could feel how their auras curled and wrapped around each other entwined deeply together. He hugged both girls when he left, not missing the ring of teeth marks on the moth's shoulder that was revealed when her shirt collar shifted due to the tight squeeze. Hmm guess it wasn't just his looks his daughter took after.

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He was standing outside the hotel, he didn't want to go home yet, he was feeling fantastic between his successful mental breakdown and the time he spent with Charlie he was a ball of happy energy. Pulling his phone out he scrolled through his contacts he'd call Ozzie it's been forever since he'd seen his little brother, just as he went to hit call the unmistakable feeling of Alastors aura pulling on his own had him pause.

He felt his breath catch pupils constricting at the feeling, the sinner was home. He didn't want to leave, he wanted to go upstairs. He bit his lip, eyes bouncing between the hotel and his phone. Fuck made up his mind he was gonna find out what the buck was up to, with the way his aura was latching on to Lucifers it was as good an invitation as any. He'd just be sneaky about it.

With a snap he appeared in the deers room, it didn't look like anything had changed since his last visit. He could hear the shower running and memories of the last time he was in the bathroom filled his mind. A growling chittered alerted the king to the fact he wasn't alone before pain blossomed across his chest, looking down he saw four claw marks blood seeping out to stain his shirt.

"GO AWAY" the shadow towered over the intruder, eyes glowing red. It was that guy again, yes he had helped his master but he was also the cause of what had happened. Fixing your own mistakes didn't warrant forgiveness. It dove into the shadows coming up behind the king wrapping its body around him like a snake, squeezing hard. It put its face in front of Lucifer's opening its mouth wide sharp teeth dripping with icy black drool. The shadow was gonna bite his fucking head off. It would make him pay for what he did, it would feed him to Bartholomew after. Alastor would never know, never have to be subjected to this man again. His master would never be in another position where the shadow couldn't help. It pulled back ready to strike but the king did look scared he was smirking as if he found the whole thing amusing.

Shadow Al's mind was filled with rage; it lunged just when it had gotten the top part of the blond bastard's head in its mouth one of its antlers was grabbed. Pulling back its head. Loud angry chitters rang out, its form around the king disintegrated, reforming on its knees, head pulled to the side and kept in place by the grip on its antler. It couldn't tell what was holding it could only see something white that wasn't the bastard. A happy chitter could be heard before the shadow head was pulled back violently coming face to face with its own attacker. It was another shadow, only this one was white, the shadow casted by Lucifer's demonic form. It was looking at Shadow Al with excitement, long tail curling in pleasure.

"Leave the clock alone!" was yelled from the bathroom causing all three beings to freeze. The water had shut off and soon the deer would walk out, Lucifer didn't want to get caught. He looked to his shadow, tilting his head toward the bayou it took the hint sinking into the ground shooting off into the forest Shadow Al trapped in its hold. The devil rubbed a hand down his chest closing the minor wounds fixing his clothes as he went. He couldn't help but to lick his lips feeling his instincts going wild urging him to take what was rightfully his.

Shadow Al was struggling to get out from under the weight on top of its body, trying to fade into shadow didn't work as the creature on top of him had control over that power to.. The bayou around them had once been its hunting ground but now the tables had turned it was the prey that thought made the darker of the two buck violently trying to break free; its master was in danger; it needed to get back needed to protect him. It had already failed once; it couldn't a second time. Lucifer's shadow chittered happily thought the black shadow an interesting creature, shadow Lu couldn't stop running its hand down the sides of the bucking deer. It forced its hand between them grabbing onto the furry tail wondered if the deer shadow would react the same as its caster. Lu was not disappointed the bucking shadow froze angry chitters going high pitched.

Through normal means it was impossible for the shadow to feel pain but when hurt by a being of the same type it could feel pain as well as pleasure. Sharp teeth biting into its shoulder was pain the rough tugging on its tail pleasure. The red glow of its eyes was flickering before turning blue. It chitters going soft, the hand on its tail moved forcing Al's hips up. White tendrils sprang from the ground binding it in a kneeling position, the white shadow moved back eyeing it captive. It liked how the deer looked, Lu spread its wings feathers fluttering with both hands free it could play all it wanted. The first thing it did was grab ahold of the other shadows ass pulling the cheeks apart before diving in.

Where the white shadow ran hot very being a fiery inferno the dark shadow was cold icy to the touch. The soft insides that gripped Lus tongue was no different, freezing to the touch with a minty taste. Al screeched at the violation of its hole hind legs kicking out to get free, the saliva that was wetting its passage was too hot it was going to melt the little shadow burn it from the inside out.

"Burn stop" it cried out but the digit inside only dug deeper before pulling out running up and down the cracks before biting the base of its tail.

"Pretty shadow" it had to run away had to get to its master it couldn't be doing this but those words sounded nice and the chitters in its ear were nice and Al felt funny like it was being pulled it the shadows below but it wasn't cold down there it was warm and safe and he whimpered. Lu grinned wide, petting the black shadow rubbing its body, those cute ears nibbled on the antlers at the top of its head. Keeping up the assault of soft touches and calming chitters tell no fight was left and Lu released the bounds flipped the deer over. Half lidded blue eyes gazed at the devil's shadow watched as a long tongue slipped out of grinning maws felt how its legs were pulled up thrown over strong shoulders as that burning heat was inside of it again. Al could only bury its hands in soft hair holding on as the white shadow grabbed its tail pulling its ass up higher so it could get that tongue deeper.

It thought of its master in the bath, how he reacted to the intruder. How that man took care of him.

Lu pulled away, lowering trembling legs down and waving away its own clothes, it didn't run around naked like the deer. Slutty doe liked to play hard to get but moved around naked begging to be taken and the devil was going to take him. Master had the slave, it had the shadow. The tip of its member rubbed against the warmed hole, hips jerked away as it did.

"BIG" comforting chitters hands petting down a soft chest stopping on narrow hips taking hold before pulling them down. Al felt every inch at once threw its head back antlers getting stuck in the ground, forcing its throat to remain bare. A white hand wrapped around the vulnerable area burning hot, the violent pace that had been set didn't slow, only increased with the sign of submission.

It had been wrong, the king and white shadow was good, they would take care of them, keep them safe and protected. They would make that lady pay the one that tricked master into a deal.

Black shadows shot up wrapping around the white shadow pulling it back, it was pissed ready to put the deer in its place for such a bold move, only to cry out instead when that icy feeling returned to its cock an equal cold tongue shoving into its mouth. The deer shadow continued the brutal pace from its new position on the top, it wanted to bring the other pleasure and wanted it to see how great the black shadow could be. It bounced up and down and arched its back to show off its body. Similar to what the white shadow had done with its wings, a primal mating display. Al's passage spamed, reaching release when what felt like hot lava filled its core, the deer's tail wagging tongue hanging out as it panted. The act was over and it had done good to satisfy the stronger shadow.

But it wasn't over soon Lu had the smaller shadow on its knees towering over its size having doubled. Al looked back, eyes wide flashing red and blue unable to decide what to do. Had it not done a good job? Had it failed in seducing the other just like with the clock? Sad pained chitters left its throat. It was a horrible failure. It didn't deserve to protect its master, it didn't deserve to have the white shadow as a mate. It was useless, the thoughts sending it into a spiraling were cut off when it was pulled back speared open on the larger than before cock.

"Mine!" the pace was slow but hard, Lu pulling nearly all the way out to slam back in, the deer shadow was so small under it. It made those pretty little chitters, so needy and good, trying to thrust back against the devil tail raised high in the air, a sign that it was ready to be bred. And Lu would breed it and fill it over and over with its seed until there was no doubt who owned it.

Al was sleeping in the protective hold of the white shadow who was currently licking the top of the deer's head and face wings curled around them not wanting anyone to see its little doe. It ran its tough around the glowing band burned into the black shadows neck, not a handprint like its master had done, just a thin white band.

They belong to them.

That's was number seven. I have a weakness for Alastors shadow it's so cute. I didn't plan on the ending it just appeared on the page...yep.

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