Chapter 9
Iwake up in a pitch black room with what feels like hands around my throat, that are beginning to squeeze.
Pissed off I grab a hold of one of the demon’s horns that’s straddling me and violently pull their head to me.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Lilith?” I growl, looking into her soulless eyes.
“It’s just a little foreplay, Rathor, relax,” she seductively replies.
“Get the fuck off of me,” I snap as I throw her across the room. Upon hearing her hit the floor, I get out of bed and walk toward the door.
“Well someone is in a pissy mood this morning,” Lilith retorts, getting to her feet.
Just before I reach the door multiple loud thuds come from it.
Throwing the door open, I shout, “What the fuck do you want?”
“Master, both you and Lilith’s presence is requested by the Counsel of the Fallen,” a worthless maggot of a demon spouts.
Pissed off even more by this, I shift my left hand into a claw and thrust it into the demon’s throat, slowly curling my claws through its windpipe, and into its skull, as it gargles on its blood. Then I rip its lower jaw out and let it fall to the ground.
Kicking his limp body out of the way, I snap at Lilith, “Hurry the fuck up,” then proceed down the hall.
Arriving at the counsel’s chamber I aggressively force both doors open.
“Why the hell did you summon us here?” I command.
“Rathor, you know that you’re required to be at these meetings with your current station as a Knight of Hell,” Beelzebub replies in a stern and angry voice. “Now shut up and sit the fuck down,” he continues.
Grabbing the chairs made of flesh and bone, we take our places at the table crafted from obsidian, that’s adorned with human and demon skulls.
“Now that everyone is here, bring him in,” Beelzebub commands.
Doors swing open in the back of the chamber and two soldier demons enter, dragging a grievously wounded lesser demon. They throw it onto the table and take a few steps back.
“This worm claims that General Mammon was killed by something that we haven’t seen in centuries,” Beelzebub announces in a commanding voice, glancing my way.
“What do you mean killed? You can’t just kill a General of Hell,” Abaddon shouts.
Shifting his gaze from Abaddon, to the worthless pile of flesh on the table in front of him, Beelzebub barks, “Speak.”
Struggling to lift its head and through a gurgling choking voice, he croaks, “Sire, when I got onto the battlefield we charged ahead killing as many angels as possible, then out of nowhere I heard a thunderous roar and from Heaven’s gate came the Lycans.
They were tearing through our ranks when General Mammon stepped in.
He was making short work of them and right when he was about to kill the female, a flash of black passed me and it caused these wounds you see. ”
It lifts its arm, showing us.
“Before I hit the ground I saw a wolf I’ve never seen before. It was black and silver with wings that looked like the angels’. He thrusted his claws into the General, and a light burst from his chest as he disintegrated into nothing. It was like he was there one minute and gone the next.”
I kick the chair out from under me as I quickly stand up. “That’s fucking impossible,” I shout, shifting and flaring my wings, demonstrating my superiority.
“There hasn’t been an elite that has that ability since me,” I bark, grabbing the demon by the throat.
“Rathor, put him down. Now,” Beelzebub demands.
Growling with discontent, I release my grip. “You know as well as I do how much of a problem this is,” I snap back.
“I know exactly how much of a problem this presents, that’s why I’m tasking you with dealing with this new Lycan,” Beelzebub replies back.
“Do you really think that this worthless piece of shit can deal with something of this magnitude?” Abaddon shouts.
“If you want to see exactly what I’m capable of just say the word and I’ll fucking end your life,” I yell back and she stands abruptly drawing a dagger.
“Rathor, you have always been quick to resort to violence,” a calm, almost malevolent voice remarks. From the back of the chamber, out of the shadows, steps a ten-foot-tall man with long flowing black hair.
His horns are as prominent and deadly as a blade. He gives me a menacing smirk as armor suddenly covers his muscular arms and defined chest.
I guess people weren’t kidding when they said Lucifer was one of the most attractive looking angels. His wings are enviable, a deathly shade of black and as sharp as knives. As he approaches the table the tension in the room rises suddenly and all of the demons become noticeably nervous.
“My Lord, what brings you to the council chamber?” Beelzebub asks with a slight quiver in his voice.
“I heard a rumor that one of my Generals was killed and I decided to see if they were true. After hearing what this filth has spewed I guess it’s no rumor after all, is it Beelzebub?” Lucifer questions with a sinister scowl as he slowly walks around the chamber.
“Lord, it is no rumor. Mammon was killed by a…”
“I fucking know that Mammon was killed by one of my father’s fucking pets, you cur,” Lucifer roars, grabbing the back of Beelzebubs’ neck, slamming his head to the table. “Why is that filth still here?”
He snaps his fingers and the demon on the table explodes into a red chunky mist as he releases his grip.
“Now that’s better, where was I? That’s right, Rathor, you will take care of this problem that I have, and since I’m feeling generous I’ll give you command over the Knights to accomplish your task however you see fit. Now get out of my sight before I change my mind,” he commands.
Like cockroaches, all the Generals scramble to leave the chamber. Just as I reach the door, Lucifer shouts, halting me in my tracks. “Rathor, you stay back a minute.”
Turning around, I notice a devilish grin come across his face.
“The reason I gave you command of the Knights is that you have the ability to still cross into Heaven, so you will infiltrate the gates and allow access to the Knights. I want you to pull this mut right out from under their noses and make an example of him. You are the only one that knows the layout as well as I do. And if for some reason you can’t get to him I want something just as good in return,” he says with a smirk.
“I have someone that I can grab instead if I can’t get to him,” I reply.
“It sounds like you have it all figured out then, but if you fail me you better not return, because what I will do to you is so much worse than anything the angels can even come up with.” He snickers. “Now leave and don’t disappoint me.”
“Whatever.” I sneer as I walk away.
Those insignificant, weak pieces of shit are afraid of that guy, fucking pathetic.
Storming down the corridor, I kick my door open, and groan.
LILITH
The door flies open, slamming into the wall. “I see your talk with Lucifer went well,” I snicker with a little giggle.
“Fuck you. Those worthless so-called Generals think that they can tell me what to do. I should hunt each one of them down and slowly dismember them, then revel in their agony, just before devouring their souls,” Rathor snaps as he steps through the door.
“What do they have you doing now?” I inquire and jump on the bed, looking over my shoulder at him with a devilish grin.
“Lucifer wants me to break into Heaven with the Knights and bring back that piece of shit that killed Mammon and make an example of him,” he replies.
“Wait, Lucifer wants you to do this?” I ask, jumping up, getting a fluttering feeling in my chest and a little excited.
“Yeah, that lazy fuck can’t do anything for himself, so he makes everyone else do it,” Rathor retorts pacing across the room.
“You watch your fucking mouth when you’re talking about our Lord,” I shout back, jumping to my feet defensively.
“Your King, not mine, and if I had it my way I would remove that pretty little head from those shoulders. I can just picture it now. The sight of my claws digging deep into his flesh, the feeling of his blood running across my hands and down my arms. The sweet sound of him choking and drawing in his own blood. The snap of his spine as I crush it in my claw. Damn, it’s almost orgasmic,” he sighs, getting lost in the fantasy.
“You better be careful about what you say about him. He might just hear you,” I warn as I walk up to him and run my left hand along his muscular back and over his shoulder, as my right slides around his waist to his stomach.
“You know you’re lucky that I command the Knights, because they wouldn’t listen to you like I do. This is about to be a whole lot of fun,” I reply with a lustful grin.
“Not only will we succeed in flushing him out, but I have an idea as to who we can grab along the way, and all of the fun we can have,” he says, pushing me back.
“Oh you’re no fun,” I huff.
“We have work to do, go gather the Knights and let’s make this a bloodbath.” He grins at me.
“Fine,” I snap, walking out of the room frustrated. Both emotionally and sexually. As I wander through the maze-like halls I finally find Abaddon.
“You’re exactly who I’m looking for,” I shout which stops her in her tracks.
“What is it Lilith?” she sighs with a hint of annoyance in her voice.
“You too? What the fuck is it with all of you today? Everyone is just pissed it seems, anyway I’m going to need you to get a couple others for our little outing,” I reply walking up to her.
“I don’t want anything to do with your little fuck puppy or whatever he is doing,” she snaps.
“Well,” I continue as I run my fingers across her stomach, slowly walking around her. “You don’t have a choice in the matter,” I bark sharply as I grab her hair and pull it hard.
“You forget who I am, I own you,” I whisper to her. “You would be nothing if it wasn’t for me. So go grab the others and meet me and my ‘fuck puppy’ back here. Am I clear?” I command.
“Yes,” she replies with a hint of resentment.
Releasing her hair, I run my hand across her back continuing to circle her.
“Now that we have that clear,” I say as I stop, standing in front of her, leaning in.
“Maybe you just need a little reminder.” I grin, pushing her up against the wall and pressing my lips against hers, forcing my tongue into her mouth.
At first she resists, but as I run my hand down to her pussy and slowly start circling her clit she gives in and begins to moan. I push my long snake-like tongue deeper into her mouth and into her wanting throat as her hips thrust against my hand faster and faster.
Damn, I forgot how good she tastes.
I feel as her hand finds my pussy and she aggressively shoves my leather bottoms open, slipping her fingers lower and forcing them into me.
Caught off guard a bit, I let out a moan. The feeling of her fingers pushing deep into my soaked pussy drives me crazy, so I do the same forcing my fingers into her.
We continue fingering each other getting more and more aggressive, until we both let out a loud muffled moan as we climax at the same time.
Sliding our hands free and my tongue from her mouth, I coo, “Now that’s a good little slut,” then I bring my hand to my face, licking my fingers clean. She slumps to the floor, her legs shaking as she pants heavily.
I grab her hair and force her head in between my thighs, “Now clean up the mess you made,” I command. Then I feel her tongue slide across and into my waiting pussy, causing me to buck against her and shove her head harder against me.
She pushes her tongue deep into me and I can’t take it anymore.
“OH FUCK,” I scream out as a huge orgasm washes over me and I cum in her mouth.
I release her head and she slowly slips her tongue out of me. Catching my breath, I bend down to her.
“Now run along,” I say as I give her a kiss and head back to the room. My frustrations finally satisfied for the moment.