"I'll kill you, by the Almighty, I SWEAR!" My scream echoed in the cobblestoned room. I could feel the moisture against my back, but I wasn't sure if it was blood or the dark moldy dampness that stuck along the stones. With my hands in rusty shackles pulled above my head, I struggled, sweat and blood dripping down into my eyes when he hit me again.
"Emmm, oh yes, please, struggle more, MORE!" he said, probably thinking I was trying to struggle to get free. His smooth and wicked tone gave me goosebumps. He was sick, twisted, and too damn handsome.
I kept struggling to buy time. King Lou knew I wouldn't stay dead. Instead, he'd kill me, and a damned soul would take up residence, bringing me back good as new. I hated souls of the damned, and unlike souls from heaven, the damned felt foggy in my head. Years of torture, and past lives of being murderers, thieves, and degenerate slime, gave them the power sometimes to cloud my judgment. All that hate is a powerful thing.
My clothes were ripped, and though rumors say Oblivion is nothing but fire and brimstone, there was no heat in this cave of a dungeon. I was sweating but freezing all at once, so the rumors were wrong. King Lou, the lord of Oblivion, caught me. I foolishly chased a demon down his hole when he tried to kill the Other I was protecting. Landing in the Kings lap, I knew I had made a foolish mistake.
"You'll never kill me if that's your plan, so keep having your sick fun. Heaven already knows I am here, and soon you'll have a war on your hands!" I spat at him. I prayed somehow word would reach Heaven that I had made another horrible mistake. I was starting to think my mess-ups were just terrible perks of the job as a bodyguard. Right now, I could use someone to guard my body.
"Haha, but my love, we are having so much fun! I know you'll give in eventually. There will always be pain with pleasure, so why resist me? I could make you my Queen. We could rule together. Does that not sound fun?" King Lou wasn't convincing me with those words, but with his looks, I might be swayed to the dark side.
His large emerald green eyes framed in almost alabaster skin, broad straight nose, and a pointy chin sporting a bit of fuzz. His skin looked like satin pulled hard over muscles. I needed to wake up, find a way out of here, or end up on a dog chain at the foot of this Adonis's throne. For once, I liked my job but hated I couldn't die.
I was starting to pass out, and he had ripped my clothes off seductively, playing an abusive lover, then cut me gently in random places along my body where my flesh was exposed. He even traced his tongue along those cuts to heal them, ending with a kiss. He was having fun, and I was not.
"You're crazy! I would find sticking a hot poker in my butt much more enjoyable than playing with you. Do you want a war, Lou? Keep this up, and once I am free, I'll cut off that manliness to feed to your hounds! LET ME GO!" Screaming at him, I looked at his crotch, trying to envision if I could do it, and he noticed where I was looking. I looked up at him to feign bravery and force a determined look on my face, then smiled. He finally showed a weakness. Covering his manly part with a free hand, he let a little anger slip.
"I will NEVER let you go, NEVER!" Slamming the knife down on the stone slab table, he turned towards the water bowl and grabbed a dripping cloth. I noticed how nice his butt looked in jeans, and found it funny a Lord of Hell was standing in front of me shirtless with a pair of worn jeans on. His golden locks barely reached the tops of those jeans. An idea came to me.
"You know, Lou, there are better ways to convince me. I don't do well with being restrained with severe threats and being cut. I'm more of a fried chicken, beer, and movie type of gal. Get a few beers in me, and I can agree to almost anything." I said it as girly as I could muster, praying for time or a savior. I would play it cool, be interested, and get the chance to get out of these shackles. I couldn't call on my aura or wings, but I would find a way to escape. It's only ever in Heaven, and now Oblivion, that I can't use either. I needed to find out why but now wasn't the time.
He looked at me after that, then smiled as he wrung the water cloth out on the cold stone floor. His smile chilled me but, at the same time, gave me hope that maybe he would fall for it.
"Movie? Beer and food? Ah, are you not having fun, my sweet?" he asked casually.
"Rusty shackles, blood, cold damp dungeon, not the setting that screams romance. If you want my undying devotion, you should try harder. Let me go. Get me clean clothes and a beer, and then we can talk." I responded with as little sarcasm as I could. I needed to keep my temper and defense on the back burner for this.
He walked over to me and dabbed the sweat and blood from my face. Being careful not to put force on the cuts, he made slow movements in cleaning around them. I watched his face closely. If it weren't for him being the king of hell, I would genuinely be attracted.
He caught me watching and turned those green eyes to mine. Half cocking his smile, he leaned closer to my face.
"So special you are, my love. I can keep you here forever to play with me. The Almighty sure put a lot of effort into you. Sad for him to lose a creation like you." He turned, saying this as he walked away, then stopped and looked back at me.
"Sad for him, but such a blessing for me." He suddenly had a lustful look feeding into his smile as he said this.
He walked over to a high-back wooden chair sitting by the stone table and sat down, crossing his long-trim legs. He started bobbing his foot as he rested his elbows and tapped his fingers on the arms of the chair.
"Women, demons, you name it, are all drama queens in this place! They fight over me, gossip over who's my favorite, and try to seduce me! The moment I start to play with them, they beg for me to stop, and when I go a little overboard, they'd rather die than tough it out. They never try to get to know the REAL me. I have feelings. I have wants and needs. I would give them whatever their heart desired if they played nicely. But noooo, they want me to give, give, give without receiving. The moment I break them, they stay broken." When his verbal tirade ended, he got up fast; before I knew it, we were nose to nose—his breath smelt like honey.
"Not you. You beg to be let go, threaten me, and tell me you would be more pliable with food, beer, and a movie? You want me to seduce you!? Convince you? Tsk, tsk. I believe it should be the other way around, Ayda. You should be begging me to touch you, lay with you, let me into you, not the other way around, love." Saying this, as he turned around to sit back down, he picked up the knife and pressed it into his left, long, middle finger, turning it to the point a tiny pearl of blood appeared. I watched in disgust. I tried harder to sway him into getting me out of these shackles.
"Romance is a 2-way street, buddy. If you have emotions or feelings, as you say, me trying to use you as a piece of party meat wouldn't be fair. How about you let me go? I'll even put on a dress if you want, we have dinner like normal, er, people, then sit down and chat? You sent me straight to the bowls of the dungeon once I got here. I haven't even had a proper look at the place. Not every day a girl can see a King's quarters, you know." I responded enthusiastically, convincing him I was interested in what he had offered earlier.
He looked up from his sick amusement, and a somewhat everyday look of indifference crossed his face before he shrugged and stood up.
"Okay, if you wish. I warn you, sweet that the final destination of my glorious abode tour will be my grandest bedroom!" Saying this and reaching into his jean pocket like a giddy schoolgirl, he pulled out the key to unlock the restraints. I did it, but I waited and would bide my time before escaping.
Michael snapped his fingers at me to bring me back to reality. I had been sitting there lost in thought about my last encounter with King Lou, the ruler of Oblivion, or Hell as humans would call it. I had earned my self a vacation that lasted a whopping 24 hours before Michael had called to tell me I had another job. Now, here I sat at our usual place, the coffee shop called Corner of Bliss, as Michael sat across from me. Meeting here for about the last 20 years made us regulars I suppose. It'd become the point of job delivery. It wasn't far from my home, and the location was prime also for hearing tad bits of gossip from the smokers and sippers that monopolized the free Wi-Fi with a coffee. "Thinking I could enjoy a nice vacation, but not one day after the last job, here I am again Michael. When is the Almighty going to let me breathe for more than 24 hours?" I needed to whine a bit, I would get used to having time off from being the bodyguard for the scaly and furry, then surprise
I was human, plain, and boring, but now, I’m not and haven’t been for 20 years. You wouldn’t classify me as an Angel, Devil, or Other. I was something closer to a Reincarnate, but not exactly. I can’t die permanently since I did once, and the Almighty God himself put me back on Earth with a lovely supply of new souls to use every time I’m killed. That way, I can keep serving him for eternity, which was explained once by Michael in a way he thought was helpful. “Let’s say you gain weight, so you have to replace your clothing because it doesn’t fit anymore. Same with a soul, except you die rather than gain weight, and the soul must be replaced,” he said, if I remember right. I kind of understood, but the mechanics of it were too much for me to wrap my mind around. It was similar to reincarnation, except it was immediate, and I was still fully aware of my surroundings. I could only imagine if hundreds of us died and respawned immediately, poor Death’s head would be spinning! Michael
Gently turning the handle of the metal door, I was suddenly ripped inside the stairwell. Shining yellow eyes grabbed my attention as I was slammed back into the cold gray wall. I closed my eyes as a loud "Oomph," escaped my lips echoing off the stairs. My back went numb while my brain stopped rattling inside my skull. I could feel a hot breath on my face and I could think of in that moment was 'Damn, I'm caught.' From the aura pressing against me and almost trying fill me from the inside out, I knew it was Cash. I wasn't careful enough, but should have known he'd be waiting for a chance to take me out. Can't blame him for his natural instincts. I shook my head and opened my eyes. "WHO ARE YOU?" His hot breath hit my face hard with those words and I could feel the anger riding in the waves of his aura. He tightened his grip as I was gathering my thoughts on how exactly to answer. Pulled to my tip toes at that moment, I started to stutter an explanation. "I, uh, am here, COUGH." I
After he reached the top where I was perched, I scooted off the rail onto the platform to face him. I pulled my wings in with a touch of aura, then all that was left was the hum of a human soul. My hoodie was ripped to shreds on my back, so I unzipped it and folded it over my arm. I could feel the cool air of the night creep into the stairwell, it made me shiver. I thought I was wrong on guessing his apartment door as he stood at apt 102, the other name with the first letter C. He knocked making me feel a small satisfaction I guessed right. The moment the door cracked open I could tell what Other lived there, it was a Pixie. Peering around the Wolf I could see her blue icy eyes and pale skin littered with sun kissed freckles that were noticeable in the few inches it was open. "Everything o-okay Cash?" The meek little voice had a child-like sound and the smell of flowers filled the air. Ah, meadow pixie. Eyeing me, she shrank back a bit and didn't try to reach her aura out so she was
The air had a slight damp chill to it now and the lack of extra cover on my back didn't help matters. I took in a deep breath as I went down the handful of concreate steps when something made my nose twist. It was the smell of a shifter and crispy chicken, so I felt out with my aura a little and couldn't sense anything nearby. Because the smell remained, it hadn't been here too long ago. Shifters are scarier then most Others in the fact that unless you knew a person's eye color and dental make up, you wouldn't even be able to tell they were a shifter.. Going in and order food and a couple beers, I gave my thanks to them for staying open 10 mins longer then usual. I had just walked in when they were stacking chairs. Chittlers is a mom and pop chicken joint that had its regular late-night drinkers and munchers to keep it open. They aren't elaborate, and I'm not sure who the owners are. Either way, it was definitely one of my favorite places for fried chicken. Leaving, I noticed th
Cash's comment laid claim to my thoughts some more. It's my job, so why would he even attempt that pathetic dig at me. Not that I enjoyed dying, cause it hurt, very much. It didn't matter what way I died, I would just reanimate with a new soul, healed up with, a few changes to my appearance. I tried clearing my mind and getting rid of his words. I wasn't going to let some wolf shake me. It failed however after a few minutes when Cash finally came out of the bathroom. I could see water dripping from his wet hair and riding down his chest like a ski slope. I gathered enough with first glance to know his body was as dangerous as his words, but in a different way. Attempting casual and looking away from him, I pretended to admire the ceiling fan. Even though I was purposely avoiding his gaze, I could feel him staring at me. "I need to go out and get some supplies. There's a corner market a block down Main Street that should still be open at this hour. Do you need anything while I am o
His words cut me to the bone, pissed me off, so I snapped. I called on my aura and I was stronger then he must have realized because when I turned, I could see his eyes were wide with shock. He barely got a breath out before I was straddling him and holding his arms above his head. I could feel the intense heat seeping through the pajama bottoms where I wasn't protected by underwear. It felt so good I wanted to push harder. I didn't though and kept my resolve as I stared deep into his eyes. When he realized what was happening he started to struggle in my grip. "Keep struggling wolf, you're just making the ride more enjoyable." I could feel him growing between my legs and moisture started to appear. I shook my head trying to keep focused, getting my rocks off wasn't why I was here. "You want to play being the big bad wolf, that's fine, but I've had it to above 5 feet of your cockiness and little digs. How about I make you beg me to stop?" I grinded hard into him making him and he tri
I found his charger left in the bathroom. Something oddly normal for someone I noticed over the years. I plugged it in and stood looking at myself in the mirror while calling my best bud. I noticed I still don't look over the age of 26 though technically I would be about 46 by now. Hearing Reggie saying "What's up girl?", pulled me from my face inspection."Hey, any word on a safe spot?" She hadn't text me yet so I figured it was still a negative. "Nope. I left a message with Carlos, he's a 'placement agent' of sorts. Tricky little guy, but trustworthy. He will get back to me I am sure with in a day or 2. So what's up with you guarding a Were, since when did they become so special?" Reggie had been my backup on a few jobs, so her asking this was no surprise. I guarded mostly exotic, but the occasional average Other was a norm too. It was just odd, to even me, something so dangerous would need a body guard."Not sure, and not sure I am even really his body guard, it's more like a fanc