It is said that if you follow a plan step by step that it should not fail, so why do we find ourselves facing an empty void of nothing? If this man is casting these spells in the order that it should be done, then there should be a rip in reality, a tear from which bright light should come. But instead, we are standing at the entrance of the crypt, where many of the elder Demons have come to their final resting place. Perhaps he just finds himself to be slow, or he is having trouble in performing the spell as they do become more difficult the stronger they become.
So while we patiently wait for something that is best to not happen at all, I dial Azron to find out how things are at his end."My dear Azron, any sign of unrest with Connor and his pack?""Damien, they do not seem to be here.""Like taken or just gone?""That I cannot tell you, but something does seem odd."This news does bother me somewhat, for Connor would not leave his home unless if by sLife does not flash in front of your face when you stand death within the eye; it is, in fact, all just pure horror. Who has the time to think about the things you have done and should have done in return when you are staring your end into the face?Now the last thing I was to stare into the face now is the man that betrayed me and let us not forget the man that started this all. Which one do I wish to punch first?"Dagon, why? Why have you gone this far?""It is obvious, Damien, for love.""My dear man, you have the wrong impression of what love is and even more skewed the way you find yourself to keep it.""You have been nothing but trouble since Mirabelle set foot in your life. You have put so many of our kind in danger, and let us not forget about the most important...""Lilith? Well, I have known my sister for her entire Demon life, and this is the very last way she wishes one to express it to her."While I am saying this, the deep sadness, bu
As I stand and admire her beauty where she is standing in front of the tall mirror of the wall, all I can think of his touch those deep cherry lips of hers. But I can see that she is torn between what choice to make, so I stand to go to her; I am such a danger to be around right now, I do not even think that I should make such a bold step.Here is this girl, she has taken away all my senses; she has come and brought me so much pleasure. But now, once again, she has become the forbidden fruit which I can not taste. I know that wanting her should be so wrong, but right now, wrong surely feels so good."My beloved, I am truly sorry. If I knew that this would happen, then I would never have taken you there. Do I even dare to say that this was meant to happen?"I see her smile, but her eyes are filled with disappointment. What have I done wrong? Is it something I perhaps said? She steps a slight bit forward and gently reaches out to touch my hand. A million sensations shoc
…Mirabelle POV…Damien is absolutely sinful and as I lay here next to him, I see that beautiful smile on his face that I have grown to love."Damien, I would say good morning, but we do not sleep. And if we could sleep, then I would say we did not sleep.""Why on earth, my beloved?""Because you cannot keep your hands to yourself.""I am only showing you love, my beloved. The love of a Devil.""I am tending more to lust."He runs his hands up my body. He runs his soft lips over my skin."What do you say, I show you how more love this Devil has?"Damien grips me by the hips and crushes my body into him.He lets my body fall back into the sheets; every square inch of my body dissolves into his. He leans over me and centers me on the bed before he settles on top of me. I feel him, all of him, pressed against me; I feel his erection throbbing against my thighs, his warm breath lingering on my skin.He feels amazing.
There is a click-clack coming down a pathway that is lit in total darkness. The pitter-patter of acid rain drops onto the rugged black surface. In the far distance, there is a howl, yet more like a cry. Thunder roars to create the perfect balance for ultimate chaos and pure raw horror.If you find me walking past your room this very moment, you know that you have landed where nothing real exists anymore. The only reality shall be that of your fear, your own personal agony that you have created for yourself.You have earned yourself a one-way ticket to my playground.Welcome to hell.The sun does not shine here, nor is there anything living, including you, my dear friend. You will live in your agonizing present with the deed that has brought you down here. A time loop of the sin you so foolishly committed that, up there, brought you great pleasure.Here it is my pleasure to see you suffer.Here I am Damien, the Devil's son.Now, do not
I find myself completely under the spell that this delicate creature has put me under. I know that if I count down for but one more second, I shall find myself right where I want to be. In the presence of beauty. I will be completely lost in what is so intoxicating. I can yet not place if it is her scent or her beauty that draws me most. Right here from where I am sitting, I can almost see the hairs on her porcelain skin stand at end as the cool breeze flows over her body.But before I can experience what I have come here for, I am ripped away from her spell as my dear father is calling.Well, one would find that rather peculiar for how would hell make contact with those on earth. The plain answer, they don't. Father, as with every other creature that finds itself as demon, angel, and the devil's son himself, only but communicate with their mind.If father had been able to call me, the man would have known his son is playing on the wrong playground.So, I
Now I would love to say that I am packing my bag and going on an adventure.That is so far from reality.A demon is one awful mean creature. I have always wondered why my father created them, but as he says, it scares the living hell into the humans that find their residence here. Now, if living in a loophole is not enough, you have some ugly creature standing at your door. Like a true monster in the closet.Though, let me explain this to you first. Down in hell, a demon is a creature that possesses no face, no noticeable feet or hands; it is a thing that hovers like an ominous black cloud over your shoulder. But, you put a demon on earth, well, there will be no way that you could see the difference. He shall, however, need to fill his craving for flesh. Why father made them that way, I always thought he was having a wicked bad day. As for the soul part, well, that is their main part. They are created to take and leave nothing.So, finding him, for me, wi
Mirabelle…A wondrous beauty.The name compliment the meaning. Yet, I feel it does not describe her beauty to perfect precision. What is perfect precision is watching her as she makes every single move. The way that her fingers flip that page while she is reading, it is done effortlessly and elegantly. When she smiles at something pleasant, it is a curve that happens so naturally, it lights up her face like a million fireflies would light up hell.She is everything a sinful man such as me would like to have in his presence. Yet, I do have her in my presence for only now, for only until she stops reading or when the sun starts fading. I can say with certainty now that she will come to this park very often, hopefully, every day, and that there gives me a reason. But I have one problem.I need to hunt a demon.But I do not listen. I am sitting here and getting lost in an angel's eyes. That awkward feeling in my heart has not once faded when she c
As I walk beside Mirabelle, I cannot help but feel that I have accomplished a victory. Well, the fact just remains that the Devil’s son shall get what he wants. No matter if it is my given right, I shall still take it for myself.So it is here where I need to remind myself that the longer I stay in Mirabelle’s presence, the more I will corrupt her soul. Yes, my father shall demand that I take it if he ever has to find out. Now that is only if I take this awkward feeling and explore it for myself. I can seal her fate to an eternity in Hell. She need not even to have sinned, just being in my mere presence will seal her fate.Do I truly care for what happens to her after I have accomplished what I want to get? To be honest with myself, I do not.I know that at some point that my true nature will set in, and once that happens, there is really no turning back. And this is where I find myself following such a delicate creature, not knowing what my true int