Chapter Thirty Nine

Chapter thirty nine- The Devil She Doesn't Know Part ten

The best part is, she can't say no- that's not how Demons play!

THE DEVIL'S P.O.V

Patience is a virtue which I have never had and do not plan on attaining anytime soon. My tolerance for disobedience and ineptitude wears thin very quickly, every single one of my subordinates and worthless servants knows this, hence why Varto has chariness etched onto his face. I know him far too well, he is not a man to be unsettled in my presence, unless he has done something to upset his master.

"Speak Varto." I command him brusquely, making him anticipate the brunt of my wrath. Instead of giving me a response, Varto tilted his head up imitating my trusted righthand's gesture and acknowledged him without words.

Right, I must dismiss Macheno, I was too eager for Varto's report on my princess' latest transgressions, I almost forgot that he will remain here unless I permit him to leave.

"You do not need to impress Vilcron, he either agrees to handover the domain to me or I will declare war. He must sign with his blood, do not fall for his trickery this time or you will be demoted and punishment will be very severe. I know you will be wise Xel or' phien ( Hell Fire). You may take your leave, Macheno."

"Thank you, my Lord, I will not disappoint you." Macheno pledged his success without fault or hesitation, earning a terse nod from me before he turned to his back and took his leave.

Upon his departure, Varto's stance visibly tensed, I was suffocating on his apprehension, but delighted by its potency, because I knew it gratified the degree of my princess' desire to sin. I, of course loved when my liloco sinned, to my pleasure of course, because I punish sinners like her. Lately my pride has been very exalted by the growth I am witnessing her succumb to, her awakening is upon her, meaning soon she will succumb to her darker, morbid desires and she will gladly become mine. Soon she will become one with herself, one with Marosa and she will remember us. What we have been and what we could have been, what we WILL be. All in sweet time in favour of my impatience.

"Speak Varto, you look a man with a lot to tell." I took a swig of my faithful spirit and slammed the empty glass into the table, donning a frown that is infamous for leaving even the toughest, most brutish demons trembling.

I was upset and such indulgence was most unsatisfying today, all because of my irksome, Hell spawn brother.

Xien (X pronounced H)

Xien has fancied himself as my greatest vexation. Of all the times he could have showed himself in the Land Of The Living, he decides to do so just when my Liloco is unfolding and ready to bear my mark. I have waited too long, thousands of years too many to allow Xien to sabotage my plans and reset the progress I have patiently ensured to be. That sleek serpent must be having a wicked time thinking that he will show up here, broad shouldered and haughty and take my princess away from me without lifting even a tail. Oh what a fool! My brother has always allowed his delusions to get the best of him.

"Marosa wants to go to a night party hosted by the boy, she refuses to accept advice against it." Varto tentatively apprised, a fierce emotion edging in in his eyes.

I knew that look in his eyes all too well. It was a silent beseech for leniency. I have threatened to abandon all else and take my babygirl where she belongs if her behaviour gets a bit too sinful. It was never in my plans to allow her to become contaminated by mortals and their sordid, inferior, delusional society, had I witnessed her birth, I would have immediately taken her away, snatched her from Charnia's arms as she cradles her for the first time.

"Has she thought of me in those times or did she only care about the pleasures of her sins?" I questioned in my most austere, grave tone, the aim to taunt the old Hilnix bastard.

Of course he cannot tell what my liloco was thinking, so can't I, all thanks to those pesty Heaven nuisances sealing part of her precious soul to little Gabriel's ward. Yes, I am talking about the Angel of Death, my lest favorite divine being. Thanks to Gabe and his stupid minions, I am only allowed access to my babygirl's mind when she is close to me, when our connection is strong enough for her energy to mingle sweetly and sinfully with mine- that is how far my powers can carry me.

"I do not believe she misses a single heartbeat," Varto's desperation was evident, there is a lot more he wishes to say, but he fears my reaction, "she is troubled and thirsts for the pleasures of mortality, but she has been wiser."

The pleasures of mortality, indulgences of the flesh, punished by the flesh.... how decadent! If only Varto was not too busy grappling his fears, wondering which dark, unspeakable desire of mine I was going to use this opportunity to satisfy; then he would have noticed the look of sadistic, devilish pleasure I donned very proudly. My princess has made an unappeasable devil like me proud. She has learnt to play dirty, she thinks she can sate her desires with a mere mortal boy, and I will gladly remind her who her daddy is. My princess is a big girl now, a spanking is just not enough, I have to pull out the big guns and show her that I can have her screaming like a little princess. Fucking Hell! I am getting hard just thinking about it and my baby is going to do away with this stiffy in my pants. Those sweet lips are more talented than her innocence and docile nature leads on. My little she- devil, I do not plan on being merciful tonight.

But first, I must deal with Xien, I do not need him ruining my night. Then finally pay that wretched gorgon a visit. The old Byllis witch has proven herself useless, but I will be less of a Devil and give her one last chance, otherwise I will be adding her hideous skull to my collection.

Varto has entertained my silence for long enough and my he is much aware of the wickedness crossing my mind and much more perturbed.

"Buy her the costume, something that I would approve of...." I tapped my fingers on my chin, smirking devilishly as I pictured my princess in a piece so scantily immoral and sinfully seductive. "She would make a very sexy She- Devil don't you think, varto? I can see her as The Mistress of Hell, lusty and irresistible, my liloco has such great potential, I just need to fuck it out of her."

There we go! Ahh! It is always a pleasure to see Varto cringe like that. Of course, why would he want to know of the things I would do to his darling jellybean? But I would not be the Devil if I did not taunt him with my depravity. He is a Demon, he can stomach it without punching me in the face.

"Make sure you return her early, I will be waiting for her right after my rendezvous with Milixe. You see this, Varto, look at it!" I pointed to the outline of my fully erected dick and began to stroke it through my pants as he forced his eyes to watch. "This is all for her, she has been testing me a lot, she has been working on frustrating me and you know what happens when I am frustrated, Varto, don't you?"

Varto subtly nodded his head, "Yes, my Lord," lowering his eyes for a brief second before the fear of the consequences of his disobedience got to him and he returned his eyes where they were. "I know very well."

Of course, he has witnessed me in brute mode, he knows I fuck like a Devil, he has seen me take women straight to Hell with just the thrust of my hips.

"I will be thinking about it the whole day, Varto, thinking about thrusting my dick into her tightness and defiling her purity.. hmmm... ohh I can just hear her sweet screams, I can just see her beautiful, perfect, angelic face distorting with pleasure, her tear stained cheeks blushing red as the pain rips through her and leaves her trembling, I can just feel the silkiness of her luscious hair between my fingertips as I pull it and order her to beg me for more... ohh... it will be beautiful. We will be creating art, a grand masterpiece to leave those Hellians boiling with envy and Heaven thundering with disgust. You know I love upsetting the Heavenly ones and seeing them throwing fits."

I poured myself another glass and downed it, my lips pulling up to a menacing smile as wicked as Hell itself as I observed my ever entertaining, beloved, treacherous servant. He thought I was done and I showed him that things could get much worse, after only a few seconds.

"And you are invited to watch, Varto." He frowned, not his proudest moment. Living in the mortals' land has made him soft, or it may have been a kick of instinct to react to such provocation.

"I cannot..." I cocked a brow and he immediately rephrased his words. "My Lord, you know what I am to her-"

"And I do not care, Varto, in fact, that is where all the fun is. You cannot refuse my invitation, you better be there." There was none a change in my tone, I did not need to threaten him, he knows what is good for him. "Oh and kill them all, every little thing that will be attending that "party" and keep the boy's body intact, it might be of great use in the future. You will display the costume you have chosen to me before you present it to Marosa. You may take your leave, Varto."

I am in a wicked mood and it will only get better once I have eliminated my darling brother, so I can gladly, finally mark my princess while her papi watches in utter terror.

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"Millixe, you know what I want, do not waste my time." All greetings and acknowledgements ignored, I got straight to the point.

The old Demon witch had not aged gracefully at all. Her face was exceedingly hideous and her stature that of a deformed, spiny, grotesquely gross monster. Her punishment was merciless, her crimes in Hell had earned her her hideousness, but she remained powerful. If I was not interested in the answers her powers will give me, I would have never tortured myself to such an extent. I have never seen a woman so unspeakably, horrifyingly hideous, just looking her makes me want to dive into the nearest Flame Pool.

"Will you ever know the meaning of courtesy, Levien?" The disgusting creature morphed into its less disgusting serpentine form and coiled its ashy body around my torso, making it a point to squeeze me too hard.

"Mind the wings," I hissed, managing to free my arm and grabbing her by the neck, "and do not adress me as though we are on the same rank, little witch!"

Millixe scoffed and shifted back to her natural form, a sickening look of content on her face. "What did I tell you?! You still have not marked her and I am afraid-"

"Why does she still not remember me or her life as Marosa?" I cut in heatedly. It greatly pisses me off when a woman, especially one as unforgivably unattractive as her can carry such a snide attitude and be so proud. "You promised me-"

"I did not make you any promises," She interjected- her audacity was unbelievable, the old Byllix has clearly forgotten who I am and what I am capable of, "as I was saying, I am afraid it might be too late to mark her."

Bullshit! I will not accept that. She just loves taunting me, I will not play this game with her.

"Why does she still not remember? She should have had her first memory at fifteen! You better make a plan Millixe, I want to take her to the Underworld soon, I need her to become one with Marosa."

"Oh Levien, you'll never change! Always desiring what is not yours! I told you last time what needs to happen for her to regain the memories of her past life and for the transition to begin. You must all merge your energies and you know what I mean by ALL." She gave me that narrow - eyed expression I had grown to detest and I returned her glared, minacious, flaming red eyes daring her to provoke me further.

"Never! I am not going to share her with Xien! He stole her from me to begin with, he will never have her again." And that was a vow I was going to keep until time is no more and Heaven and all its colonies have perished. Just the thought of his dirty claws touching her glorious, beautiful skin enrages me beyond measure. "Xien would never agree to a threesome, I know my brother." He will not agree to anything, because he does not know that she exists, that I found her and I am going to keep it that way.

"Then you will both lose her. She won't be yours and she will not be his either, it is the price you must pay. Even a Demon of your high eminence must make sacrifices and you know that the sooner you mark her, the sooner she will grant you what you have always desired."

"What she owes me, you mean." I corrected brusquely. Marosa and I have a fiery past, she is all I have ever wanted and I will have her one way or the other. She will be my liloco, my babygirl, my little princess and I will be her daddy forever.

The best part is, she can't say no, that's not how Demons play.