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A Demon's Embrace

By: sexydemondelight



Her eyes flutter open to a blur of bright white light that turns to a shadowy haze as she pushes herself up onto her hands and knees. Slumping back to sit on her caves. A slight discomfort to her neck, reaching up to rub it, wanting so badly to relieve the ache, only to find a thick metal collar fastened there. Her eyes clear, giving a better look at her wrists, they too are shackled with wide, heavy bands. Loud rumbling voices, hum outside what she thinks is a dark curtain. A slight breeze moves it, letting in the glistening rays of the sun. Her eyes can't adjust between the darkness and the glimpses of the glow from the other side of the drapes.

The chain jingle with her movement as she crawls on the hard surface beneath her. Even her ankle are tethered with iron. The sound scrapes the wood, stinging her ears. Everything seems to echo in her head, causing more pain. She places her hand over the right side of her face, releasing a small groan. Slowly reaching forward and pushes her fingers through the slit to move it aside. Her hand abruptly stops when it hits a thin metal bar. A CAGE! her thoughts race in disbelief I'm in a cage! As quick as she can, she backs away from the side of the enclosure, hitting her back on the opposite side of her jail causing pain to splinter through her body.

"What's going on?" she asks out loud, her voice cracks from the dryness that has set in, making her cough. She forces herself to think, to think of the last thing she remembers. I was with Michael last night. Jane and Sue were there too! We were drinking at the new club that just opened up and we were there for the grand opening. Her brain hurt, either from too much drink or... "Was I drugged?" She shook her head no, "That can't be right!"

A stiff swooshing sound and the black curtain covering her pen, falls to one side. On instinct, she raises her hand to protect eyes from the glare of the light. Seconds pass as she blinks her sight to adjust. The blurred shapes of men or who she believes are men slowly come into focus. Instant fear, her eyes widen with the realization that these were not men, but monsters gaping at her from the other side of the bars. The one hanging on the edge of the cage was tall with a thick chest barely covered by a strand of cloth that wrapped around his shoulder down across his waist. A loin cloth covered the lower half of him, it flaps in the wind threatening to show his manhood. His large hands curl around the metal at the same time he presses his face in between the bars, smiling. His teeth bleach white sharp fangs. His eyes are as dark as his skin. His hair as red as coals on fire, when it shifted with the breeze it looked as if it blazed with the sun. Two more shorter creatures stood behind him. She opens her mouth to scream, but nothing comes out. She coughs from the strain put on her vocal cords. 

The creatures laugh, thoroughly enjoying the sight of her fear. He reaches down and gives one mighty yank on her chain around her neck. The sheer power in its hand, drags her to them. It pulls upward, dangling her like a fish out of water. Her hands wrap around the poles of her cage, pulling herself up to relieve the pressure from her throat. She cough, trying to suck air into her lungs.

"Here I thought you would be out for hours?" the monster growls, "This is better. You will sell faster if you show off your meat."

"Sell, what are you talking about." Still coughing from the brute force of being dragged across the floor. The creatures explodes into a terrifying laugh, causing her whole body to vibrate in fear. "No!" Shaking her head with her word. The beast opens its talons and lets her fall hard back to the ground. Flipping onto her hands and knees, she frantically tries to escape them. Another tug and she is flipped over, head first onto her back, doing a complete summer-slot. Unable to regain the air she lost from her lungs, she starts to panic, forcing herself to breathe. I have to get away! I have to get away! Is all that runs through her head. Jerking her right shoulder and reaching outwardly with her hand several times before she is back on her belly, commanding her hands and knees to support her again.

"Your not going anywhere, girl!" The creature chuckles. With a flick of his chin upward causing her to lose her balance once more. He drops the iron to the ground as he and the other two monsters leave her be. "She'll bring a great price today!" was the last thing she heard before passing out, flat on the wooden floor.

******

The bazaar is full of life. All manor of Demons, creatures, witches, and mythical monsters roam about buying their goods from merchants. The sounds of lively string music and cheer cover every inch of the valley holding this annual event. A dazzling array of colorful tents and booths, adorn with magnificent flags line both sides a wide pathway. Shopkeepers scream out there wears, trying to entice customers to their booths.

Outside one of these grand, massive tent, stands a servant. A very tall thin creature. He towers over the door of the canvas at least by four more feet. His arms half the length of his legs. Skin thick patches of wooden shingles. Reminding one of a walking tree. "My lord, the action is about to begin" he announces with a low rumbling sound.

"Thank you, Zuel, I'll right there." A strong male voice answers.

Inside, A very handsome man sits in a plush velvet lined chair with elegant wood carved supports. He is still in his human form. His long dark chocolate cherry hair graces his shoulders. His bangs tied back with a rich black leather band. His skin a golden tan. His smoky black eyes are soft, muted, and sultry. Glints of light reflect in them as he watches a meager fire burn in a large steel bowl. A thick line of stubble frames his firm masculine jaw, racing down to his chin. A tuft of coarse hair hangs off. Everything about him is beautiful, a true gift to look upon. His body firm and fit. A worrier's body. His breath slow and steady while deep in thought.

"My lord, please you must change. You cannot enter the market in your human form." Zuel remarks, dashing round to gather his master's robes.

"Yes, yes, I know." he grins, pulling himself up from his seat. Loud cracks and pops with sound of his skin stretching, he transforms into the true demon that he is. Generous spiraled horns arch back from his now squared forehead. His face changing slightly while his neck thickens, racing out to massive shoulders. His bare chest rippled with coarse tendons. His belly solid. The muscles of his arms and legs widen, showing his genuine size. His skin turns to a burnt reddish-orange. Still a beauty to be held. Massive leathery wings whip out, causing the flames from the fire pit to go out.

"Much better, my lord." Zuel smiles, his jagged teeth hang over his wood type leathery lower lip. His long arm reaches towards the canvas door, sliding it to one side to allow his master to leave.

"Lord Asmodeus, it is good to see you!" A wispy female announces. 

"It is good to be seen, Lady Jahi." he says as he looks over the beautiful female demon. Her form not much different from her human form. Petite and curvy with flowing long black hair that tickles the tops of her butt cheek. Her sturdy frame, her ample size breasts covered lightly with a frail slice of fabric that hides nothing. He can feel a twitch within his loin cloth and his dick reacts to the sight of her. "Maybe later we can share stories of the past?"

"I would be delighted to spend time with the famous lord of lust!" she giggles, waving him off as she steps away. Her sultry hip swaying, teasing him as she goes.

"I am more than just the lord of lust. I have other great qualities!" he calls after her. Peering over her shoulder, she gives a seductive glance. A pleasing low growl emanates from his throat.

"My lord, if you please." his servant draws his attention back to the pathway leading to the action.

******

The young woman wakes, she quickly holds her head, hoping the outside pressure will stop the pounding within. Her restraints jingle with her movement, snapping her back into her new reality. "It wasn't a nightmare!" She swiftly jumps up onto her feet and looks around her pen. Glancing down, she notices that she isn't in the pair of jeans and nice tank top she had put on to out in. Now she was wearing a sheer golden silky tube-top that covered her breast. Her tight stomach shown, revealing the belly button ring she had gotten with her friends on a dare. Draped on her hips was a broad golden band with a lengthy slit of fabric the same color as her top, covers her front and another covering her buttock with no sides, showing off her long sexy thighs. Even she is impressed with her legs. Everyday jogging to keep in shape. She shakes her head, "Snap out of it!" 

Again she surveys her surrounds. A door, there's a door, her brain screams. Sneaking over to it, hoping no one is watching her, she reaches through the bars. An old fashioned lock holds her from her escape. If you get the door open, silly, how are you going to get out chained to the cage itself? Her mind ponders the question. A spark and she riffles through her hair looking for a hair pin. Yes her thoughts gleefully shout. Spreading the pin slightly apart, she began digging into the lock's hole. Her right wrist is free in seconds, then her left, along with her ankles. Each time spying about to make sure no one could see what she was doing. Finally the collar pops off with little effort.

Leaning in close to the bars at the back of the cage, she arches her arm through, bending her elbow back so her hand can reach the lock. This one took a little more time. She snapped off one side of the hair pin, lodging it in the lock itself. Flipping to use the other side, she slowly slides it in. In the next moment she hears clink and then a clunk as the lock opens complaining with a loud shriek. Her head darts up and peers out at the things walking by. Not one of them had noticed the sound the lock made. As fast as she could and with as little noise as she could, she forces the door open. Her freedom!

She slides her body out of pen and presses herself up close to the platform under it. Brilliant red curtains line the underbelly of the small stage. Perfect! Without hesitation, she crawls under and out of sight. She lets her eyes adjust to the low light. The stage runs the length of the pathway. The curtain doesn't go all the way to the ground, she can see the feet of the creature as they walk by. This also gave her enough light to see where she needed to go. Hunched over, she scurries along out of sight from the monsters around her.

The platform finally ends and she peeks out from behind the curtain. No one is really paying any attention to the lower half of the stage. Their eyes all watch the other cages filled with other captured creatures and yes, some humans. She does a double take and see a large cloak hanging over the edge of the wooden part of the scaffold. Without thinking, she snatches it, dragging it underneath with her. Carefully she hides herself within its folds. A strange odor hits her nose. Her face twist at the smell, making her feel as if she needed to vomit. A slight peek and she quickly leaves her cover. With a fast step, she moves on the edge of the path, trying not to mingle with the creatures or get noticed, but she was noticed.

******

Lord Asmodeus strolls his way down the path. The on lookers step aside and bow to him as he passes. No waiting for people to get of his way, they do it without even thinking. Women giggle the enjoyment of watching and he smiles in delight, acknowledging them. His attention turns to the stage where he wishes to buy a few slaves for his castle. Noticing a flutter in the curtain below the wood frame. An ivory white arm reaches out, pulling a black cloak underneath. He watches in amazement, when a young human woman scurries out from beneath it.

He is enchanted by her long beautiful ivory legs that peek out of the cloak as she weaves her way on the edge of the path. What does she think she's doing? He thinks to himself.

"Zuel, please render me a few good slaves for the castle. I want to check something out." he smiles, slapping his servant on his chest.

"Yes, my lord." Zuel bows, moving on to the auction. 

Lord Asmodeus follows the woman as she darts in and out behind the booths and carefully looks about each time. She moves with such grace that he forgets himself and laughs in pure pleasure. A ruckus erupts from the far end of the stage. They have finally noticed that she was missing. He turns his head to see what was going on and returns his attention back to the woman. He knows she heard them holler that there prize was missing, but she did not run. She was steady and cool with her movements, still making sure wasn't drawing attention to herself.

"Clever girl." he whispers to himself, briskly catching to her from behind. "I am amazed you have made it this far, my dear." The sound of a man's voice halts her in her tracks.

"I assure you, I don't know what you mean, sir." her voice firm in her retort without even to look at who was behind her. A very large beast steps in front her. All she can see is the burnt reddish-orange of his skin color. Mystified by his sleek muscles of his torso, she began to reach out her hand to touch him. Suddenly realizing, she had to get away from him and the rest of the monsters. She swerves around him, continuing on her path to get away. He lets out a laugh and it freezes her in mid step. Her body trembles with fear. How am I going to get away? She asks herself in her head.

"Come with me and I'll help you get away." he says on the point of mocking her. She finally lifts her eyes and turns her head to look at the man speaking to her. He's not a man, but a demon. She quickly looks away trying to cover her fear behind the rancid smelling cloak.

"Thank you, but I will fine on my own." she responds turning herself away to leave.

"Nope that won't do. Not at all." he retorts, scooping her up and over his shoulder. She dare not scream, that would bring attention to herself and get this creature in trouble. She hangs there like a sack of potatoes, bouncing with his quick rhythm. He did take not to hurt her as he held her firmly with his arm. His shoulder was warm, she had not realized how cold she had been. She pulls her body in closer to his, trying to have more skin to skin contact. This surprises Lord Asmodeus, causing him grin even wider. I truly have a great prize in this one. He thinks to himself.

"I am not a prize for anyone!" she snaps, taking her knee and slamming into his stomach. The impact caught him off guard as he let out a puff of air from his lungs.

"Wait, you knew what I was thinking?" he asks grilling her for an answer.

"What you didn't say that out loud?" she answers with her own question.

"No, I did not. I thought it."

"Well, then you have your answer, don't you?" she snaps. Quickly biting her lip, hoping he would hurt her because of her answer. He didn't say another word or even think another word, he just carried her along to his tent.

Moving the canvas door to one side, he slipped in with still on his shoulder. Within two steps he was next to his chair and placing her gently down in it. With ease he lifted her and the chair as if they were a feather and placed her close to a large steel bowl in the center of the tent. He went straight to work on building roaring fire for her to stay warm by. As he worked, he thought, Who are you? In shock he turns his head towards the young woman, but she didn't seem to have heard his thoughts at all. The fire was set a blaze and he took her hands into his, rubbing them together as he thought, Now, isn't that better?

"Yes, thank you very much." she answers, thinking and not understanding why she wasn't afraid of the beast like she was of the others.

"Well, I'm not a beast." he gives her pleased smile. The shock of his words frightened her. "Please, I like it better when you are not afraid." She seems to settle back down. Removing his hands from hers, "So, it seems if I am touching you, you can read my mind."

"Is that the same for you, only when you touch me?"

"No, I have the gift of reading minds. My name is Lord Asmodeus!" he introduces himself, giving her a magnificent bow. 

"Lord Ass..Asmo...Asmodeu! Do you have something simpler?"

He chuckles, "Yes, please call me Blake, then."

"Blake it is, I am Sarah! I would say it's nice to meet you, but I really don't know what you are." Placing her hands out front of her to warm them by the fire.

"I am a demon." He waits to see her reaction, she gives no sign of any and he continues, "Some call me the lord of lust and others know me as the lord of destruction."

"So, which is it? Lust or destruction?" she asks keeping her eyes glued to the fire.

"Both!" His curiosity grows about the beautiful woman sitting in his chair, only a foot away from him.

"I suppose having to much lust can cause destruction." she responds trying to avoid eye contact with him as he circles around her.

"Strange, you don't seem to surprised that I am a demon?"

"I figured it all out earlier in the day. I knew that those things holding me captive weren't human, so they must be demons or something. Don't get me wrong I am scared as hell, but being scared won't keep me level headed to break free."

"I suppose that maybe true. How did you come to be in the auction?"

"That's still hazy. Thank you for letting warm up. I guess, I'll be on my way. Thanks again." she waves as she begins to leave the tent. Pulling the door aside, she runs headlong into Zuel who is making his way into the tent. His rough skin scrapes her nose causing it to bleed a little.

"Ah, Zuel did you pay them for her?"

"Yes, my lord, I received your message and paid them handsomely. She did cost a small fortune." he chuckles moving around the young woman standing in front the entrance.

"Oh, Zuel this is Sarah, Sarah this is my servant of many decades Zuel. No that we have all met, Sarah please come back by the fire." he grins placing his hand firmly on her shoulder. An instant streak of fear engulfs her, she can only follow the movement of his hand guiding her back to the soft chair.

A Demon's Embrace Ch. 02



Sarah knew at the very moment when he placed his hand on her shoulder, her life was over and her mind went blank. She let him guide her back to the soft, plush chair, because she had no more strength to give. She was so close to her freedom. She damned herself for getting cocky and hanging around this demon too long. She tucks her knees up to her chin, wrapping the smelly cloak around herself, hoping for a second, just one second that she could hide. All she wants to do is cry, but she can't cry, not in front someone, anyone. Allowing herself to show weakness. NEVER! She thought, her head vibrating with the word.

"Never, what, Sarah?" Lord Asmodeus inquires with a gentle smile, well as gently as he could look in his demon form. Her head snaps up and he could see her eyes were a little red and becoming puffy. "What's wrong?" She shook her head, placing it back onto her knees. "Zuel, can you bring one of my cloaks? The one she is wearing smells, she doesn't need to have that."

"Yes, my lord." Zuel bows. Moments later, he returns holding an elegant fur lined cloak. Brightly colored with golds, reds and hint of green.

"Sarah, please stand?" Lord Asmodeus asks. She raises her eyes to his. The overwhelming sadness that lies within her soul, even saddens Lord Asmodeus' heart. She hesitates for a few seconds, but ultimately does as she is told. Her head hangs low, dropping the other cloak to the floor at her feet. This is the first time Lord Asmodeus had seen her body. The golden silk garments laced with green jewels accented her frame very nicely. The way her ivory skin almost glowed, her womanly curves. Her breasts not overwhelming her frame. Her tight ass leading down long shapely thighs and caves. He smirks with delight at what he sees in front of him.

The longer he stares at her, the more she becomes nervous. She didn't know what to do with her hands. First placing them over her stomach and then at her sides, back to cover her mid-drift. The whole time not making eye contact with him. She had been here before, she knew what this felt like. She had spent ten years with a man to treated her in the same way.

With a quick flick of his wrists, he places the warmer cloak around her shoulders, fastening it at the collar. The lightly tan and gray fur looks even more beautiful next to her alabaster skin. She instantly gathers it up around her and places herself back onto the chair, in the same position as before. Her mind drawing a blank once again.

"Zuel, I wish to send her on ahead of us. Have one of the succubus slaves care for her. She needs to bathe and suspect that she may even be hungry. Who knows how long those brutes had her caged."

"Through the gate then?" Zuel asks.

"Yes, she'll need the charm. Please get one."

"Yes, my lord." he bows, leaving the two of them.

Sarah gathers the tuft of fur around her neck, pulling it in closer to her nose. A manly musky scent sweeps over her senses. It is pleasant and calming. If only for a brief moment, she felt safe. She knew this scent, it was the same when he carried her to this tent. 

"Here you are, my lord." Zuel announces, handing him a small wooden box with leaflets carved on every panel. 

"Sarah." Lord Asmodeus calls out her name softly, waiting for her response, "Sarah." 

Sheepishly she finally turns her glazed eyes to his. "Yes," she whisper.

"May I have your right ankle?" he motions for her foot. Without even thinking, she pushes it out towards him. Her whole body numb and on automatic response, but she did not look at him anymore. Kneeling on one knee, he places her foot steady on his other. She can feel radiating heat coming from his thigh on her bare foot. A wooden pop and the top of the tiny box is opened. A delicate golden chain with little charm designs dangling from its links. He gently picks up the fragile jewelery in his hand. It seems to come alive, driving points into his thick skin. It tries two more times before it can draw blood. Thirsty, it sucks the small offering into it, giving it a faint greenish glow.

Having a mind of its own, it shoots from his hand to Sarah's ankle. Like a snake, it wraps itself around, driving sharp points into her skin, sucking in her blood, causing her to flinch from the sudden needle penetrating her flesh. The tears she so desperately tried to hold back, began to flow. She shoves her face deeper into the fur, hiding her emotions. 

Lord Asmodeus starts having the overwhelming need to comfort her. He reaches out to pat her head, sending some of his power through his hand. If she feels some lust, she won't feel the sadness, he thought. He never has the chance to touch her, inches way from her a shock of electricity stabs him in his palm. Quiet painful, her jerks back, taking a look at it. A streak of burnt flesh in the shape of a lightning bolt. He cannot believe what he is seeing. He tries one more time to touch her and again another much stronger shock hits him.

"What was that, my lord?" Zuel chocks out in surprise, suddenly standing at the ready to attack, to protect his master. "My lord, I must insist that I put her with the other slaves! She belongs in a cage, not in your tent or your castle!" Lord Asmodeus puts his hand out, telling his servant to stand down as he continues to look over the young woman sitting silently in his chair.

"Sarah, Sarah?" his voice booms into her head.

"Yes!" she answers meekly with confusion written on her face, "What is it? Is something wrong?"

"No, my dear, I wanted you get ready to leave. I am taking you to my castle." he smiles, standing back up. He towers over her by at least five more feet than her meager five foot nine frame, making her feel really small, like a bug he could squash at any moment. "No, I will not harm you. Please follow Zuel. You'll will go on ahead. I have a servant waiting to attend you when you arrive. What ever you wish, please ask and she will get it for you."

"Okay," she says, leaving the comfort of the chair.

"But, my lord!" Zuel protests.

"Do as I command, Zuel!" he roars. Without hesitation Zuel bows, leading Sarah from the tent. His manor calms, "Sarah, please cover your head. Humans aren't allowed to walk around without chains here." She nods and does as he asks, hiding her features under the hood of the cloak.

******

The market still bustles with chatter and cheer. The sun begins to set behind the mountains of the valley. Creatures stumble around drunk and high unnatural goods. Some were even having sex in the middle of the walkway. Sarah didn't pay much mind. She follows close behind Zuel. Which is hard. His stride long. She has run just to keep up. He suddenly stops causing her once again to smack into his rough skin. He shoots her a glare, making her step back and drop her head so she wouldn't look him in the eye.

A marvelous silver archway with what looks like water in its center. The liquid seems to sluggishly move. Tiny ripples of silver and blue, mixing with white. Sarah's eyes widen with amazement.

"What is that?" she asks in no more than a whisper.

"That is the gate. The gate will take us to Lord Asmodeus' castle." Zuel begrudgingly answers.

"Will it hurt?"

"No, but in your case I wish it did." he says as he starts to tap on the solid silver frame.

"Why?"

He does not answer her, he continues to tap his boney finger along the metal frame. Each tap causing a ripple of color to shoot across the water inside. He steps back for a moment, taking her arm in his hand. Instantly he lets go, looking any injuries to his hand. No scorch marks, no electrical discharge. He takes her arm with more force, hurting her.

"Your hurting me!" she screams out in pain, "Please let me go!" Not hearing her pleas, he drags her into the gate.

******

Lord Asmodeus takes a seat in his chair. The warmth of Sarah's body is still there. His skin soaks it in, remembering her curves. He pulls his hand up in front of him and with the other he traces the burn marks left there, by her or by something. He hadn't realized that he was hard. His manhood pulses and twitches in the confines of his loin cloth. With each trace of the scorch marks, his cock grew. 

"My lord?" a sultry female voice calls from outside the tent.

"Enter."

Stepping through the canvas door, Lady Jahi. Her dress even more revealing than before, "I have come to discus past stories with you, my lord." she whispers, gracefully placing her hand on his shoulder. His cock twitches.

"I see. What if I am not in the mood for stories, Lady Jahi?"

"Then please tell what you are in the mood for, my lord?" she grins, noticing the bulge in his pants. No words, he snatches her, flipping her onto his lap, thrusting up with his hips at the same time her crotch lands. He cups her ample breasts in both of his hands, leaning forward, his mouth latches onto her bosom. Her head arches back with instant pleasure, she moans.

With his teeth, he rips off her top, exposing her black skin and her pinkish nipples. A low gratifying growls vibrates through his throat. The sound of his pleasure shoots an orgasm through her sex. She opens her mouth to a silent scream. Her body jerks with the thrust of his hard dick to her wet pussy. With one hand, he shreds her skirt from her hips.

"Give me your cock, my lord!" Lady Jahi demands, gripping onto his shoulders, breaking his flesh.

"As you wish!" he growls, "But you'll have to free it from its confines!"

Like a wild animal, she reaches down, pulling a tugging on his loin cloth. Her efforts were rewarded, when his long thick cock was free. Her hand gently caresses his mushroom tip, spreading the per-cum leaking out from its tip. She begins to stroke him. Even with both her hands, she did not seize the whole thing. Her bottom hand was at least five inches from its base. Her fingers were hard pressed to wrap completely around.

With a firm grip on her waist, he lifts her high above him. The head of his dick flinches, tickling her swollen clit. Tiny moans and squeal leave her lip in anticipation. Using her pussy to line himself up, ramming her downward to the hilt. She screams out in ecstasy, her body quivering from another powerful orgasm. Before she can even finish, he rapidly thrusts himself in and out of her dripping cunt. Violently smashing himself up as he brings her down. Her eyes roll back with the pain and pleasure this causes her. His sheer size tearing her apart her insides. Her frame shudders with tiny climaxes with each point of his dick bottoming out on her womb. His began to quiver under her and he forces another jolt into her, releasing his cum. Filling her completely.

With middle shove, she lands on the ground, her body wrecked with continuing orgasms. He watches for a moment, getting up, he steps over her. Though not fully satisfied. He didn't want this woman. He wanted something, no someone else. His mind, body and soul demands it.

"That was quick, my lord." Lady Jahi mocks, pulling herself slightly together.

"Leave!" he commands with a gnarl to his tone. His power beginning to wax as his voice sends shock-waves of terror through her soul. Stumbling over her own feet to get away as fast as she can, she rips her way out of the tent. He understood that's how she always plays with him, mocking him in some way or another. It was quick, he thought to himself and that's not like him.

"I see things didn't go well with Lady Jahi." Zuel comments suddenly standing behind his master.

"No, I guess they didn't. How is our new guest?" Lard Asmodeus inquires, wrapping his naked body with light luxurious robe, partly tying it in the front.

"I left her in the capable hands of Athena. She will see to the young woman's needs." Zuel answers while starting to pack his master's things.

"Good. A fresh bath and a hot meal would do her wonders." he grins while picturing her steeped in a milky bath with delicate flowers floating around her beautiful body. His frame shivers with the vision.

"Yes, my lord. I must protest to this, sire! I believe there is something deadly wrong with that woman and you might be in some sort of danger because of her!" Zuel firmly states at the same time hoping he did not over step is bounds.

"Dually noted. I intend to keep her as long as she can entertain me and not moment longer." Lord Asmodeus retorts his servants concerns. 

******

Sarah quietly walks behind the succubus, Athena, Zuel left her with. Her head still low, trying not to bring attention to herself from the others passing them by.

"Athena, what have we here?" A female giggles from behind them. 

Athena turns, slightly looking over her shoulder, "The master has new pet. I am to see to her needs, Cordia. Not that you need to know." Athena playfully announces to her friend. Sarah peeks from the corner of her hood, another female demon, not as pretty as Athena, but nice in her own right.

"Why are you looking at me, human?" Cordia scolds, stepping past Athena.

Sarah can feel anger emanating from the demon. Her body shakes in fear of what might be coming. She lowers her eyes, making sure not to make any eye contact. She starts to feel something pulsating from the creature, it pushes her backwards until her back hits the stone wall and she can go no further.

"Cordia, this is the master's new pet. If you break her, he surely won't be kind."

"It makes no difference. He'll be bored with her soon enough and he's not here right now. I want to have a little fun first." Cordia pouts. 

"Don't say I didn't warn you. Zuel gave the commands that our lord wishes of us and she is not to be harmed in any way. Not played with, nothing. At first I did think he was joking, until I saw the look in his eye. So, you need to back off and leave her to me." Athena calmly explains, but knowing Cordia will not listen to her.

"I won't tell if you won't, right slave?" Cordia challenges Sarah. She couldn't do anything, what could she do against a demon. She had no power. She only made up her mind not to be bullied by anyone ever again in her life, but this, this was never thought up in her feeble little mind. She had no chance at fighting or even winning against demons. Sarah closes her eyes, waiting for the impact and the pain that would follow, she knew it all too well in her life time. Just like back then and now there is no one to protect her. She was all alone in this new and strange world.

"I want to go home!" Sarah whimpers, screwing her eyes tighter.

"This is your home!" Cordia whispers into Sarah's ear. The demon's hot breath spread through her ear and down her neck. More fear grips her. It's coming she thought, I'm dead! Her brain screams at her.

Nothing came. She dare not open her eyes, she did not want to see it coming. Cordia backs away, taken back by what she was seeing. Small electrical charges, snap and explode around the frightened young woman as if forming a barrier around her.

"What is that?" Cordia asks turning her eyes to her companion. Who shook her head no in as much surprise as is written on Cordia's face. She turns her attention onto Sarah. Seeing her body still tremble in fear of her. Cordia slowly reaches her hand out to touch the electrical waves now completely surrounding Sarah's frame. Instant pain, the field burns her skin.

"What the hell!" she shouts abruptly pulling her hand away. "Why you little bitch!" Cordia balls her fist ready to strike.

"Cordia don't!" Athena screams, but is too late, her friends fist smashes into the shield. A burst of flames, Cordia's hand, arm and now shoulder are on fire. Her tortured screams of agony echo the castle's corridors. Anger flares and Cordia attacks again and again. The flames continue to spread with each new advance on Sarah.

Sarah opens her eyes to see Cordia's figure engulfed in a consuming flame. Her vision blurs, her head spins. She finally collapse onto the cobblestone floor. The look of utter terror rushes Cordia's face. She turns to her friend for help, but there is none to be given. She falls to the ground in a pile of smoldering ashes. Athena not knowing what to do, did the only thing she could, she ran from the scene.

A while later, Sarah wakes from her fainting spell. Black feathery ashes fly around as she moves to sit up. Her mind blank, not remembering where she was or why she was there. Pulling the cloak around herself, she receives another dose of his musky scent. "Blake!" she mutters, her low voice echoes the empty hallway. Parts of her memory come flooding back. Fuzzy images of the days events flash in her mind. Using the wall for support, she pulls herself up to stand. With a few quick glances, she surveys her surroundings. No one, not a soul was around her, except for a tiny mouse, making its way down the hall towards her. Mice didn't scare her. She never did understand why a cute little creature could scare anyone.

She steps over it, trying to make her legs work. Stiff from laying on a cold floor, she thought. That's expected, to say the least. She pulls the cloak tighter, hoping to keep what warmth she had left around her. Gaining her balance, she presses forward, not having a clue where she was going or what she might run into. She continues to walk, around corners, down a set of stairs to another straight away.

Two very tall, massive double doors stood at the end of the hall. She stops, gazing at the wooden door. Amazed by their size, more so by the details of the carving laid into them. Reaching out, her fingers traces the wood, taking in by the beauty of the art. She hadn't seen anything quite like it before.

"Come in!" A deep male voice sounds from the other side of the doors. "Please come in and sit Sarah!" No hesitation, not even thinking, she pushes her way in. Standing behind the desk nestled by the far wall, a man, a human male stands, smiling a wide pleasing grin at her.

"Who are you?" Sarah ponders aloud.

"It's..." Lord Asmodeus cut off his own words. Oh, she hasn't seen my human form. This could be good and loads of fun, "I'm Johnathon, I work for the lord of this castle and who might you be?"

"You know very well who I am, you called out my name a minute ago."

"Ah, yes, you caught me. The master did say you were of quick wit." Lord Asmodeus posing as Johnathon laughs. He looks to the doors and falls silent for a brief second, "Come in, Zuel."

"Ah, I see you have found her, my... Johnathon." Zuel states, rushing into the room to stand next to the desk. {"My lord, what is it that you think you are doing?"} he asks through his mind to Lord Asmodeus. The lord smiles, turning his attention back to Sarah. He watches her with a curious eye. {"My lord?"}Shifting Zuel a look that makes him stop his babbling to him in his head.

"Sarah, why haven't you cleaned up?" he examines the sight of her, still in the last thing her saw her in.

"I don't know. There was someone, but I fainted and when I woke, I started wondering around until I found this place." she responds, watching out the huge window over looking the back of the ground's of the castle. Lord Asmodeus give Zuel a most grievous look. At that moment Zuel wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Zuel please bring her something to eat."

"Yes, m... I mean Johnathon."

"Is there anything you would like, my dear?" She shakes her head no to his question. 

"Is it true that once Lord Asmodeus get bored of me, he'll eat my soul?" she asks without a hint of emotion.

"Where would you have heard something like that?" Lord Asmodeus returns a question for an answer. Flashing another cold look at Zuel. 

Zuel raises his hands and shakes his head, "I never would convey a statement like that to any of his guests. I assure you!" Lord Asmodeus turns his eyes back to Sarah.

"I can't remember, but is it true." she abruptly shifts her gaze to the man standing behind the desk, the one who she believes is Johnathon, not knowing she is really speaking Lord Asmodeus himself.




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"It can be in his nature to do such a thing, yes."

"Oh," she pauses for a moment, "He won't like my soul, it wouldn't satisfy him at all. I mean, how can something so torn and shredded bring any satisfaction to anyone?" The aura around her changes. The light of the setting sun distorts. A sludgy mud type substance radiates from her in waves. Her thought dash back in time. A time when she was with him. Her sadness grew, making the waves of despair flow off of her. The green plants near the window, wilt and die right before Lord Asmodeus and Zuel's eyes.

"Sarah, I think a bath would do you some good. Don't worry, I believe Lord Asmodeus will keep you around for a very long time to come. That is if, you, yourself wish it?" Johnathon smiles at her. When her eyes meet his, he saw everything, every cruel detail of her past. The torture her soul has gone through at the hands of a mortal. She was right her soul is ripped to shreds, Lord Asmodeus did see that and he knew with it in that condition, it would never satisfy him. I will heal her for my own gain, he thought.

"I would like a bath." she smiles back.

"Zuel, would you..." his words cut off.

"No, please Johnathon could you?" she sheepishly asks.

"Yes," he softly answers, amazed that she would even ask him for his help.



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Thank you for your comments. I understand after the fact about proofreading. I was so excited about the story, I posted it without any real corrections. I couldn't wait to share it. As a writer, I live to share stories. I do hope though that the mistakes that are there didn't take too much from the entertainment of the story itself. So, the first two chapters are a little choppy, forgive my impatient impulse to upload them. This, the third chapter, I hope is much better. I still believe it's a great story, with or without mistakes. Hey, what can I say, after all I am only human and human's, well they make mistakes. No one is perfect! I know I am not! Well, Maybe Lord Asmodeus is! LOL:) 

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Sarah surprised herself, when she asks for Johnathon's help. "Sorry, Zuel, you did wish that the gate hurt me as we went through and you did leave a nice bruise on my upper arm. I think I'll trust him for now, even if he's not being truthful of who he is." she reveals in a flat tone, giving no emotion either way. 

Lord Asmodeus chuckles to himself, how could he think he could fool her, after all he did find her to be very inelegant from the start, shaking his head with his thought, "Fine which would you prefer, Johnathon or Blake?" he laughs, coming around the desk to stand beside her.

"I guess Johnathon would suit you better than Blake, my lord." Still no sign of emotion, her mind blank and cold.

"Johnathon it is!" he chuckles, "And Zuel we will have a discussion about your actions with our new guest." He places his hand on the small of her back to lead her out of the room. Her skin is as cold as ice, sending a tingling sensation through his palm. He knew the castle to be drafty, but it was summer and the heat outside, intense. The chill of the inside walls were a great relief to his human servants, so he believes.

They followed the same path she took to his study, down a straight a way, around a corner and back up a flight of stairs. Still as empty as she had left it. A large puff of ash wafts in the air from their foot steps. What could have caused this, Lord Asmodeus mulls over in his head. Where are all the servants for this wing? Why hasn't any of them cleaned this mess up, no matter where it came from, it should have been done? Then his thoughts race, on how he could punish his servants for their lack to detail.

"Please, enlighten me as how you knew who I was?" he urges Sarah to answer, taking his mind off the lack of servants and their utter lack of cleanliness. 

The chill on Sarah's skin grows icier. Her teeth begin to chatter. She desperately clings to the cloak hoping to warm herself once again. Her legs barely holding her weight. Her frames wobbles. 

"Are you alright?" he asks, concern dripping from his lips.

"Y...ya!" Barely getting the word out, between her vibrating teeth. Her eyes went dim, he could see the lights behind them go out. A quick shuffle. He catches before she hits the floor. With ease, he cradles her in his arms, carrying her the rest of the way to her room.

"That's twice today, you have ended up in my arms." he comments, placing her softly onto her new bed. He watches her chest slowly rise and fall with her now calm breath. Her eyes start flutter under her closed eyelids. Dreaming? He hopes. He probes her thoughts. Images of her running from something or someone plague her mind. The thing stays out of Lord Asmodeus' reach to see, as if as it knew he was there watching.

"Well, I'm just going to have to fix that, now aren't I!" he smirks to himself, pulling back his probe of her dream. Another quick glance at her as he spins on his heals. With a new found spring to his step, he heads for the bathroom to run a hot bath for her.

The room is as large as a small apartment. A shower encased with clear glass, can fit at least five people with its five different angles of the shower-heads, jets out from the far corner. Right next to it a bath, sunk into the floor like a mini swimming pool. Opposite them, a pair of sinks shaped into massive bowls with the spouts curving over their edges. 

In a few steps, he stands in front of a cupboard, flinging its doors wide open. It is filled with different scents and bubble baths. He ponders for a bit before taking the one labeled mother's milk. A creamy bath additive. This going to be even better than I had imagined, he smiles at his own thought.

Back in the room, standing over her once more. Her beauty captivating him in every seance. Gently pulling the covers off, he scoops her up, carrying her to the washroom. A massage table stands near the left side of the door behind a silk screen. There, he lays her down and slowly begins to undress her. She does not stir as he takes off what little clothing she has on. Before embracing her, he also disrobes, flinging his clothes off to one side of the room. 

Carefully, stepping down into the tub with her cradled in his arms, gradually lowering her into the warm water with him. Her frame bobs and floats on the water's surface. He can't help it, his cock starts to grow and twitch with the feel of her skin next to his. He wants her so badly, but rather wait for her to ask. Why is that? His brains asks himself. Not knowing the answer, he begins waft the water gently over her, making sure not to get it on her face. He notices the dried blood on her nose from when she ran headlong into Zuel's chest. He chuckles to himself at the reflection in his mind's eye. With a plush cloth, he gently washes it away, until the tiny scrapes are all that are left.

Her flesh finally starts to warm. He feels her body begin to curl up to his. He encourages it more by wrapping her tighter in his embrace. Her eyes blink open, settling on the beautiful face above her. He hadn't noticed that she was awake, he continuously washes water over her shoulders and down her neck for it to run in-between her breasts. His light touch sparks heat within her core. She lets a sultry moan escape her lips. His dick responds, bouncing and tapping on the small of her back. She pushes her hips down until she can feel the mass with her ass. He glances down, seeing her eyes half lid with an expression of pure pleasure upon her features. He leisurely shifts his hip, pushing slightly up, pressing his cock into her cheeks. She in turn presses down, letting another satisfying groan escape her. 

Her hand reaches up and around his neck, pulling his face close into hers. With a lap of her tongue, she traces his lips. Her fingers tangle in his hair as she pulls her face back just a little. Her eyes dart trying to take in every feature on his face as if she was memorizing them. She shifts her body in the water without breaking eye contact, easily straddling him.

Her face has so many different emotions racing across it. He tries to capture each one. The most revealing is the pleasure she feels and also deep sense of loneliness. He cups her face, bringing it to his, smashing his lips tight to hers. His tongue, breaches them, taking a tour of the warmth that lies within. Her tongue mimics his, entering him with a longing force, desperately wanting to taste him. The passion released from their kiss, lights up the room, causing an explosion of color that bounces off the milky water.

She pulls back and smiles, "When we are done you will eat my soul?" and plants another passionate kiss on his lips, sucking him into her.

Pushing himself away, "Wait, what? No, I never said I would eat your soul!"

"Yes, you said it was in your nature." Sadness drips from her eyes as the salty water trickles down his fingers that lightly hold her cheeks. With his thumbs, he smooths them away and pulls her in, placing a gentler, softer embrace to her mouth. 

Her hips move beneath the water, rubbing her crotch along his shaft, causing it to jerks with her encouragements. He moves his hands down to her waist to give himself better leverage and thrusts upward, forcing himself into her warm canal. His size rips through her, causing her to arch her back as he pulls her abruptly down, once, twice. The water splashes in waves over the edges of the bath and out across the floor with the rhythm of his flow. She throws her head back in a voiceless scream as his cock hits all of her sensitive parts. 

A flash of brilliant white light explodes around them.

Lord Asmodeus is no longer in the tub making love to Sarah. He stands, naked, in a pure white room. Cannot say it is a room because there are no walls, no ceiling to be seen. The floor under his bare feet doesn't seem to be there either.

"Hello!" Sarah's voice low with fear calls out, echoing on unseen walls. Lord Asmodeus shifts and turns trying to figure out where her voice is coming from.

"Sarah!" he shouts, taking a step forward, hoping beyond hope that there was sturdy ground in front of him to step on. His foot firmly lands on solid flooring. His pace quickens, "Sarah! Sarah!" The echo of her voice growing faint. "Call out again, Sarah!" He can feel his pulse quicken as a panic for her safety creeps into his mind.

"You'll never reach her!" A sickly voice howls from somewhere behind. A complete rotation of his frame, Lord Asmodeus faces an unknown entity standing behind him. A not so tall, skeleton looking man. Black with white streaks, matted, greasy hair clings to its head. Its eyes sunk deep within its skull. Puffy red flesh cover his cheek bones, accented by its pale skin. Its thin dry lips spread into a menacing grin. He seems relaxed, but confident. It places its thumbs into the pockets of its tattered blue jeans, shrugging its shoulders at the sight of the demon lord before him.

"And whom might you be?" Lord Asmodeus asks, relaxing his stance at the seemly nonthreatening creature before him.

"I am her master!" it smirks, showing his yellow decaying teeth.

"Master of who?" 

"Sarah, you idiot!" its screams, becoming annoyed with the demon lord. "I own her and I will always own her!"

"I will have to disagree with you. I am her master." he smiles, pleased with the frustration growing in the ugly thing in front of him. "Be gone or you might regret what happens to you." Its laughter increases, raking on every last nerve of the young lord. "You have interrupted a very special moment. I will forgive it if you leave now. Never grace the presence of her again and I won't kill you!" Lord Asmodeus begins to walk away to continue his search for Sarah.

"You don't have the power to kill me, you pompous ass!" it yells, completely angry of the lords treatment of him. "How dare you turn your back to me! You think you own it all. I owned her well before you ever met her!" 

Lord Asmodeus realizes at that moment that he, the entity is the man you has tortured Sarah in life and now continues after death. Darrell, the man of her nightmares. Turning his gaze back to the creature, his rage increases. With each step closer to him, he transforms himself into his demon form until finally he has Darrell by the neck, lifting him up off his feet. 

Darrell struggles for a bit, but begins to laugh, "You hurt me, you hurt her!" His shrieks invade Lord Asmodeus' brain, stinging it. Finally leaving it numb and confused. 

Another complete whiteout.....

The scorching light fades. Lord Asmodeus is back in the bath. He shifts his head, searching his surroundings. He forces his eyes to focus. It's not the entity in his grasp, but Sarah struggling for air. Slapping her hands hard onto his extended arm. Realizing that wasn't working, she raises her foot and kicks him in the head.

Dumbfounded, he releases her to fall back into the water. The liquid title-waves over the edges with the sudden displacement. She flails her arms, pumping at the water to get back to the surface, forcing air back into her lungs. Clutching the side of the pool, Sarah holds her neck, coughing. 

"Sarah!" he whispers apologetically, looming over her in his demon form. He cautiously reaches for her. With her free hand, she slaps his away. Frantically, clawing her way out of the tub. Halfway into her escape, she collapses on the tile floor. Her legs oscillating from the turbulence of the waves.

"Damn him!" he growls, shifting his frame to return to his human form. He quickly grabs a bath sheet to cover her trembling body. With his fingers, he carefully brushes her long tangled wet hair from her face. Her body winces with Lord Asmodeus' touch. Tears escape from beneath her closed lids. The seed of fear has been planted within her.



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Thank you! Thank you to all who have marked my story in their favorites! I appreciate your support! Thank you for baring with the many mistakes in the first few chapters. I am hoping that it is getting better with the proofreading and corrections. If not, please let me know and I will get a different person to proofread, than the one I have now. Thank you for all your comments and feedback. 

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Debris hits the wall next to the doors of Lord Asmodeus' study. An explosion of wood, glass and metal. Zuel timidly enters. The room completely dismantled from his master's rage. "My lord," he stutters, praying not to anger him any further, "May, I be of some assistance?" A lump forms in Zuel's throat, he tries to force down. Zuel has seen his masters anger once before and that is all he ever needed see. Then, like now, sparks a great deal of fear within him. The fact, his lord could rip him apart without even a second thought. He remembers how he came to be in the lord's service. The last butler torn apart with one swipe of Lord Asmodeus' claw. He swallows hard.

Lord Asmodeus vaults his head towards the ceiling, letting out a terrifying roar. His demon figure pulsates with the purest form of a demon's fury. A sharp turn of his gaze. His breath heavy. His features twist in utter discontent at his servant standing, trembling before him. On most occasions it would please him to see such a sight, but now, now all he wants to do, is to tare the man apart. Taking every bit of his own strength not to act on his impulses. He knew that it wasn't Zuel he was angry with. Oh, but to feel ripping flesh in his hands right at this moment, would amuse him greatly. 

Again, his voice thunders out, causing Zuel to take step back. "My lord?" he swallows hard, continuing to force the lump in his throat down. I'm dead, he thinks to himself. His body goes limp with defeat. He waits for the end to his very own existence. Nothing, no breaking bones, no taring to his flesh. His head still low, opening one eye, he peeks, to see Lord Asmodeus returning to his human appearance. He finally lets himself breathe a sigh of relief.

"Zuel, I need you to find someone, a human servant to attend Sarah." Anger still taints his voice as he lays out his commands, "No demon is to enter her presence until I say otherwise."

"Right away, my lord." he pauses, knowing if he asks, he surely would be ended. Curiosity gets the better of him, "Master, what has caused you so much distress?" 

"An impudent little man!" he gnarls. "How dare he come into my house and try to take what is mine!" Lord Asmodeus did realize that most of his anger is towards himself for letting such a lowly creature get the better of him. Which fuels the fact of how much he wants nothing more than to cause Darrell such great pain. "I will destroy him for it!"

"Tell me where I might find him and I shall with every bit of my own strength bring him to you, my lord!" Zuel bows, pleading for his master to let him help in his conquest. 

"There is one way, I need you to bring HER to me." he grins wildly, adding a light sparkle of glee to his eye. Zuel understands what he needs to do. She was only called in when the situation has the need for finesse where brute force could not prevail. Her magic, powerful, striking fear into the boldest of hearts. Lord Asmodeus is the one demon who never feared her, giving him immense power over her. Anything he wishes, she did without question. The mere thought of her, sends a shiver through Zuel's frame. She knew everyone's weakness and exploits them to their fullest.

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Darkness turns to the bright sun of a new day. Sarah rolls over, tucking the covers deeper around herself. Oh, how she wants to stay asleep. Her body finally warm and comfortable. The pillow top mattress cradling her aching body. The feather pillows cushioning her head. The sudden image of Lord Asmodeus' demon shape flashes in her mind's eye. Abruptly, she sits up. The move makes her head spin.

"Oh, God!" she whimpers, holding the side of her face.

"You are awake, my lady," A meek female voice announces, "I have brought you some breakfast." She bows and walks the tray over to the side table next to the bed. She is a fairly tall woman. Her frame nicely built, draped in a white silky robe, accenting her dark tanned skin. Her eyes, gray like a seagull's wings. Her dark hair, short, tapering towards her chin. 

"I'm not," Sarah begins to says, but the rumble of her tummy interrupts her. "Well, I guess I am."

"The lord figured as much as he commanded me to attend to your every need. Anything you wish I shall do without hesitation, my lady."

"For starters, you can stop calling me, my lady. My name is Sarah. What is your name? You're not a demon?" she expresses with a friendly smile, after which she shoves a thick piece of toast dripping with egg yoke past her lips.

"My name is not important and no, I am human. The master thought it be best that I serve you and not a demon. I understand the reasoning. It is scary to be plunged into a world you do not understand. I can tell you from experience that it does get better. Lord Asmodeus is kind to his servant and treats us with the utmost care." she smiles in an attempt to comfort Sarah.

"I have yet to see such a manor from him." she lies. She has seen it, when he ultimately saved her from a fate worse than death if her captors caught her.

"I see. Do you wish to clean yourself after you have finished your meal?" the servant asks as she begins to fiddle around in the closet opposite the bed. Sarah can hear metal scraping across metal. The image of wire hangers being pushed aside, comes to mind.

"Yes, that would be nice, thank you." Sarah shovels the last of the eggs accompanying it with her final bite of bacon.

"Bath or shower?"

"Shower, please, not so nice memories with taking a bath." she chuckles with a hint of unease to her tone.

"Very well, I shall start it for you." The servant places a set of beautiful clothes at the end of Sarah's feet. Their color, a muted pastel green, laced with golden trim.

"I wish you would tell me your name. I can't go around calling you servant all the time.?" Sarah pleads.

"I have no name. I was never given one. If you wish you can name me?" A spark of hope enters the woman's eyes.

"I can do that. Everyone needs a name. It gives them a sense of identity. Knowing who you are, that's important." She ponders for a long moment, "How about....No, that won't do. Here, how about Chris? It's short for Christine?"

"Yes, I like it very much! Chris, how nice it is to say a name that I can call myself!" she giggles. The woman's face lights up like a light bulb at her new found identity.

"I'm glad you like it. Now, Chris, how about that shower?"

"Right away, Sarah!" she says with excitement.

The hot water washes over her, releasing the aches and pains within her muscles. Her frame finally has a chance to relax. The sleek soap travels down, washing away the grim. She looks down at the gold charm around her ankle. It no longer pierces her flesh. She sits in the small pool of water, gathering at the bottom of the shower. She plays with the delicate piece of jewelry, spinning it freely around. She notices it does not have a clasp to remove it from herself. She thinks it's beautiful and hopes for brief second, it never comes off. It vibrates, tickling her slightly as if in agreement to her thought.

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Lord Asmodeus pleasantly grins. He stands, peering out of the large window in his destroyed study.

"My lord, she has arrived!" Zuel bows and starts to close the doors as he backs out of the room.

"Zuel, please, have someone clean this mess up." he demands with a hint of joy.

"Yes, my lord."

A fluttering, puff of smoky vapor settles in behind Lord Asmodeus, "Ah, master, you seem in better spirits. From what Zuel had stated, but I see that he was not wrong." A tantalizing giggle of a female's voice echoes around the room.

"Yes, much better. She wishes the charm to always remain on her ankle." he grin widens in delight of the notion. 

"Very good, indeed, master." The voice continues to softly giggle, "Now, my lord, you did not call me here to speak of the mater of your new pet. What is it that you ask of me?"

"You would be wrong in that assumption, Hecate! She is the reason I have sent for you." He turns to look upon his servant bowing her head in respect. She appears to float. He gently grips her chin, raising her eyes to meet his. Eyes, black, that pierce the deep darkest night. Yards of flowing golden brown hair, drift with the air around her. Her gown swims with her movements as if she is submerged under water. Of all the evil creatures, she is the most alluring. The queen of the witches, the most powerful of her kind. 

"I need you to place your web over the castle. No one, unless they have been marked by me will be allowed to leave." he tells her as his cock jumps to life within he pants.

"I see, I still have the power to stimulate your wanton needs, my lord!" Hecate remarks with a devilish grin, walking two of her fingers up his chest.

"Yes, but before we play, the net please." He forcefully takes her into his arms, slamming his body into hers. 

A gratifying groan leaves her lips. A wave of her hand over her head, "Done, my lord! Nothing that doesn't have your mark is allowed to leave the walls of this castle!" With the same hands she traces his collar bone, trailing it down his chest, down his hard, flat stomach. Her breath quickens. His power waxes. He demon side appears. His cock stands ready for the enjoyment coming its way.

Snatching a clump of her hair, he forces her to her knees. Her hands promptly releases his dick from its confines. With a pop, his cock smacks her in her lips. Instantly, she goes to work on the mushroom head. Licking and teasing it with her tongue. Shoving the tip of it into the tiny hole at its apex. A low pleasing gnarl vibrates his throat. Impatient, he shoves his dick into her, making her open her mouth wide to take him in. Pushing her deep onto his shaft until he hits the back of her throat. She hums with excitement, sending exhilarating ripples through his cock. He fucks her wanton throat with a violent frenzy. Invading deeper and deeper into her larynx. She gags with each new thrust, tightening her canal around his dick. He shoves it in and holds himself there, choking off her air. 

He yanks her off, dangling her by her hair. Her frame limp with ecstasy. Feverishly, she grabs his shaft in her hands, trying to finish off where her mouth had begun. He briefly watches her excitement causing him to smile. A flick of his wrist, tossing her. A loud thud emanates the room as her body slams against the wooden floor. 

No hesitation, she works her gown up to her waist, spreading her legs wide to show him her swollen wet mound. Her fingers expand her pussy's lips, opening it wide for him. He falls to his knees between her legs. She shutters and moans at his approach. Lifting her hips for him to enter her. 

"What is it that you want, Hecate?" he laughs at the picnic before him.

"I want your hot cock to enter me and split me wide!" she moans, closing her eyes with the anticipation of him entering her.

"And you will take this as payment for your serves for as long as I need them?" Teasing her clit with the tip of his dick.

"Yes, yes, please, my lord, do not make me wait any longer!" she begs, squirming underneath him. He pulls back. She cries out in disappointment. His grin wide and pleased. He takes hold of her waist, pulling her upward to his face, balancing her on her shoulders. His long thick tongue flicks her swollen clit. She groans with delight as he grazes. He bites her hard at the same time, he drives his tongue deep inside her drenching pussy. He begins to hum, vibrating her walls while continuing to thrust his tongue in and out of her at a faster pace. 

"MASTER!" she screams. Her voice husky with pleasure. Her chest heaves with her excited breath. Her hips uncontrollably shakes. He pulls his face away, smears of her juices drip from his chin. Again, she lets out a whimper of disappointment. "Please, please, rip me apart, my lord!" 

Her begging insight a passionate fury within his groin, "Very well, as you wish!" He lowers, lining his cock with her open canal. A savage thrust. One. Two. Three. He bottoms out against her womb. A powerful orgasm spills out of her creamy cunt. She arches her back. Her eye roll back into her head. Her mouth gapes open in a silent scream. Catching her breath, "YES!" she screams, "MORE!" 

He obliges her very wish. Slamming himself over and over again into her wanton pussy. Her warm cove squeezes tightly around his large shaft, trying to suck him deeper into her. His cock shudders at the tightening grip upon it. He grunts. She moans. A final fierce pump, releasing his hot cum deep into her fluttering womb. Careening his head up, letting a rumbling roar of pleasure to spill from his throat. He holds her firmly in places as his cream fills her. He give her a shove to one side. She falls flat onto her side. He grins and leaves her wrecked amongst the debris scattered about floor.

Returning his pants to there rightful place, he turns to gaze out the window once more. Two humans catches his attention as they stroll down a well groomed path of his gardens. One is the servant he sent to aid Sarah and the other, to his surprise is Sarah. They looked as if they were enjoying each others company. He has never seen his servant smile. She is rather attractive, but she pales incomprehension to Sarah's beauty. Sarah is a jewel that out shines all other beings, he thought.

"Oh, I see what you mean, my lord." Hecate comments from the left side of him, watching the young woman giggle and chat with another young woman walking next to her. "That one is very special! No wonder you seemed distracting during my payment."

"Yes and is there a problem with that?" he snarls.

"Of course not, master. For the longest time, I held that type of distraction for you." she giggles walking away from the window. "I have always known that someone would take my place someday, but I didn't think it could be a human."

"Neither did I." he chuckles at his own words.

"You have a crack in your armor, my lord, be careful or I just might exploit it." 

In an instant he has Hecate's neck in his grasp, "And you do well to remember, I know how to kill you! You'll be dead before you even have chance to use what you know against me." The queen of the witches shows no fear to anyone, but shows him how fearful she is of him.

Muffled screams come from outside and far below the window. He releases Hecate to fall to the ground, gasping for air. His eyes widen at the new sight out on the garden path. Six of his demon servants surround Sarah and her attendant. His anger waxes, sparking a new surge through him. 

"They will pay for their impudence!" he shouts roaring out his rage towards what he is watching.

"My lord, she is far from helpless. Watch and see, how special your new pet really is." Hecate announces while gently placing her hand on his arm. Her words calm him and he turns his attention back to the scene unfolding in front of his eyes.

******

Sarah cries out in agony, falling to her knees as she enters her bedroom. Chris rushes to her aid. "Sarah, Sarah, what's wrong?" she screams out in a panic. "I'll get the master, he can help!" Sarah grabs hold of Chris' arm, shaking her head no. "Please, I must get him. If anything happens to you, he, he will kill me. Erase me from the realms, never to be reborn!" Her eyes plead with Sarah to let her go.

"Chris, I am fine. Please, stay, stay by my side. The pain is leaving." she makes herself drive down the pain to comfort Chris. The pain wasn't leaving, it was steadily growing inside of her. She continues to control her misery to protect her new found friend from worry. "Can you help me to my bed?" She forces a smile onto her lips.

Chris meekly nods, wrapping Sarah's arm up and over her own shoulder, gently lifting Sarah to her feet. Sarah's feet wobble from side to side, until she firmly plants them flat on the floor. She places one foot in front of the other. Each step shoots a fiery pain up through her legs. She bites down on her lower lip to stop herself from screaming out. 

"Sarah, are you alright?" Chris sniffles. Sarah nods her answer, afraid to open her mouth. "He's going to kill me!" Flopping her onto the bed. Sarah's weight drags her on top of her, causing Sarah to scream out all she bottled up inside. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"It's oooo.....kkkk....ay!" Sarah clinches her teeth. Her body arches and twists with an intense stabbing spasms. A dark cloud of smoke leaks from her eyes, nose, mouth and ears. Chris swears she hears it wail in pain as it leaves Sarah's frame, slamming into the far wall. Seconds after, Sarah's body relaxes, falling limp back to the bed.

"Sarah?" Chris whimpers, "Sarah, are you alright? The master, I must get the master!" Sarah takes hold of Chris' hand, holding her where she stands. Unable to speak, she begs with her eyes for Chris not to leave. "Okay, okay, I'll stay." She sits next to Sarah as tears begin to fall freely down her cheeks. Seconds pass, then minutes. Sarah starts to move effortless on her bed.

"I hope never to go through something like that again!" Sarah comments, sitting up in her bed.

"You frightened me so much, my lady. I was sure Lord Asmodeus would kill me if I let you die!" Chris sobs on her friends shoulder.

Sarah brushes her hand down Chris' short length of hair, "No worries, I'm fine, see?" she smiles, "All better!"

"What was that, my lady?"

"Please, Chris, it's Sarah. I have no clue, but it's gone now. I'm alright. See, no more pain." she says, planting her feet firmly on the ground beside her bed and stands. Plopping her butt back onto the bed, "Where can we go to get some fresh air?"

"Oh, the gardens! Master takes really great care in them. They are peaceful and I do enjoy the chances I get to walk around them." Chris states with glee.

"Shall we, then?"

"Oh, yes, lets!" Chris acts more like a friend than her attendant, which make Sarah happy.

******

The lush green of freshly cut grass, tickles Sarah's bare feet. Enjoying the fresh clean warm air of summer. She finds herself lost in wonderful memories of her childhood. She didn't have many and the ones she did have, she cherishes with all her heart. Funny, even those good memories are of when she was alone. Her parents didn't seem to care. Her mother an alcoholic and her dad a dead beat. None of that matters now, in this new memory she is making, she is with a friend. She holds that dear to herself.

"Ah, Chris the outdoors is amazing!" Sarah giggles. Chris joins in matching her laughter. The sun warms their skin. The outfit that Chris laid out for her to wear is surprisingly airy and loose.

"Sarah you're glowing!" Chris compliments. 

"Thank you! I guess I am, though I never thought I was beautiful. This outfit makes me feel it." Sarah gushes, "Chris, how did you come to this place?"

"When I was little, master found me and brought me here." she answers, plunging her nose into a flower to soak in its scent.

"What about your parents? Didn't they protest to the fact of you going to live with a demon?"

"My parent are dead."

"I'm sorry!" Sarah gasps.

"Don't be silly. If it wasn't for Lord Asmodeus, I probably be dead too!"

"Oh?"

"A hell spawn attacked our village and he did what he could to save as many of us as he could. We all came here to live after that. And it's been wonderful!" she sings, dancing around in a circle. Sarah can't help, but to feel her joy. Chris suddenly stops and scurries up next to Sarah. Gripping tightly to her arm.




A Demon's Embrace Ch. 04



"Chris, what is it?" Sarah didn't have to wait for her to answer. When she looks around, she can see where her distress is coming from. Six very large demons surround them. Chris whimpers and cries. She knows what this is. She has gone through it many times over. Each time barely surviving. Sarah takes Chris into her arms and turns for them to walk away. But each move she makes, the demons block them.

"Look, I don't know who you think you are, but please get out of our way!" Sarah demands in a firm tone.

"A human telling demons what to do! Hum, maybe you should learn your place, slave!" A male demon spouts out his contempt. 

Sarah shoves the demon away with her foot, making an opening for them to run. The small glimmer of hope is quickly put out by a female demon, who took his place.

"You have guts for a human!" she hisses.

Chris falls to her knees, weeping all over herself. Sarah leans down, pulling her in close. How can I win against a demon, let alone six of them. Her mind races. They'll kill us for sure! We're dead! Her brain wouldn't stop screaming at her. She hugs Chris tightly to her body and screws her eyes shut, waiting for the killing blow. All the while Chris continues to cry, uncontrollably.

Blue and white electrical waves of energy flood over Sarah and Chris. Encasing them within. Popping and snapping sounds cause the demons to step away in shock. Each one looking to the other for some sort of understanding. One of the smaller lizard like male demons reaches out his hand to touch the field. He arches back, reeling with a powerful pain, running through his arm. His screams insight the onlookers to attack. One by one they fall prey to the burning pain causing there bodies to ignite into a consuming flame. Five piles of ash circle the two women, huddling together for protection.

Far off in the distance an explosion of glass. The one demon left alive watches his master swoop down on top of him. He screeches in terror. He falls silent from Lord Asmodeus' claw piercing his throat. Blood gurgles and bubbles out of his gaping mouth. As he fades out of existence, he watches his master consume his soul. 

"Please, forgive me, master!" Chris cries, pulling herself out from under a now unconscious Sarah, groveling at his feet.

"Girl, get back to her chambers and wait for us there!" he commands. Without thinking twice, she runs for the castle. Kneeling next to Sarah's languid frame. He gently rolls her over onto her back. Hecate's smoky body lands next to him.

"Ah, yes, very special indeed, my lord!" she grins. "You are the only one who can protect her from the danger she will face in the near future." He turns his confused gaze up to Hecate and then back towards Sarah.

"She has the power to kill demons. What need of protection can she have?" he snaps.

"The kind that can destroy worlds, my lord." she smirks, "And the thing that you called me for is standing at your study window staring at us. He's quite at a lose. He doesn't understand how she can be down here, separate from him."

"I see." Lord Asmodeus glances up at his shattered window and grins. 

"He cannot hide from you anymore, my lord!" she chuckles, "Though he may try. He will fail. I guess this concludes my business here?" He gives her a quick nod. 

A gentle tug on Sarah's limb, bringing her up into his arms. He spreads his wings, a mighty thrust, flying off into the clear blue sky. 

"Good luck, Lord Asmodeus!" she destructively laughs, disappearing into a waft of smoke, scorching the grass around her.



A Demon's Embrace Ch. 05



Thank you for your wonderful comments. I also want to thank bgmisfun for taking the time to edit this chapter. Thank you for your effort and time you spent in making this chapter even better!

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Lord Asmodeus can feel Sarah's body tenses and then relaxes in his arm as they fly over the castle. What surprises him is her soft touch to his cheek, making him look down at her. Her face slightly flush with color. Her eyes soft and curious. Her fingers trace his jaw line towards his chin and back up again. She wraps her hand around the base of his neck, lightly tugging. Taking it to be a sign she wants to be up closer to his face, he lifts her. Her eyes dart along his feature, giving him the sense she is still trying to figure him out. No fear from her. She calmly places her lips to his. Her lips soft and warm, he drinks them in. Wrapping his arms tighter around her. 

Gliding in, he deliberately lands on the roof top. An oasis. One of his many well kept gardens, a garden of Eden, she thinks to herself. She pulls away, taking in its sights and scents. Her mind becomes fuzzy. She turns her gaze back to Lord Asmodeus. He has transformed into his human appearance. A heat in her begins to grow. Her heart starts to race. Her breath quickens. She wants him, but doesn't know why. 

His hand cups her face, pulling her in as plants a passionate kiss on her lips. A low moans vibrate through her throat. He releases her and smiles. Her hands start to explore his chest. Her eyes traveling with them. She stops at his buckle and quickly looks up into his eyes. He nods. With a firm grip, she yanks it away, never losing eye contact. She drives her hand in, taking hold of his shaft. She caresses him, pumping her hand up and down. He lets out a deep pleasing growl. Her hand moves faster.

"You can read my mind?" she asks. He nods while enjoying her touch. "Then I won't need to tell what I want you to do to me or how I want to do it to me?" Images of what she desperately wants him to do to her flood his mind.

His fingers curl in her light strawberry long curly hair. Pulling it tight. He arches her head back, hard and fast. He leans to partake, but stops. The bruises from the night before are still fresh on her neck. She forces another image out to him. His hesitation gone. He violently kisses his way across her neck. At the curve, forcing her head to one side. Opening his mouth wide, he bites down, hard. His mouth closes in around her flesh and he begins to suck along the edge of her shoulder. She screams out, digging her nails into his back. He starts to lift away, but is stopped by her hand on the back of his head, pushing him into her neck once more. His left hand clasps her breast, squeezing it. Pushing, pulling it. I am not fragile. I won't break. Please, let me feel. I need to feel something. Don't be gentle with me. The words keep running through his mind from her. This time it's the overwhelming loneliness he feels from her. The passion is a second thought. 

His hand runs across the small of her back, continuing on to her ass. Gathering her in, smashing his hips into her. His dick, hard against her pelvic. The heat in her lower abdomen grows into an inferno. They wrench their bodies, falling to the lush grass beneath them. Pain races through her chest cavity as all the air in her pushes out from the impact. Her eyes lightly water.

"Breathe, Sarah, breathe!" he whispers to her in her ear. She sucks in hard, forcing her lungs to expand. Seconds pass. He pauses, giving her that moment to regain herself. "Better?" She gives him a timid nod. Rushing in, his lips wrap around her mouth. His tongue dances within its warmth. The grip she has on his hair increases, compelling him to press harder. He draws back with his lower lip gently caught in her teeth. She releases him and grins. 

He glides he eyes to her breasts. They heave with her heavy pants. His fingers catch the top edge of her garment. With a vigorous jerk, her breasts are free. Firm round mounds with pale pink nipples dance from the movement. He dives in, cramming one into his mouth while compressing the other in his palm. He nips, pulling the tender mound up, letting it pop from his teeth's grip. Repeating over and over again on both. She arches her back, pressing up into him, wailing in pure ecstasy. His mouth travels down, stopping at the rim of her chinos. His tongue gorges on her belly button, flicking the metal ring around. Sucking and biting as he moves from side to side on her waist. Another violent tug, removing her pants. Trimmed delicate curls lay on top, protecting her pussy.

With one hand, he places one of her legs over his shoulder, exposing her wet mound. Taking in a long gratifying sniff, drinking in her womanly perfume. His mind spins as if her very scent is a drug to his senses. He shakes his head to clear it, not wanting to lose control. If he does, she surely would be hurt. Her hips wiggle and grind, wanting his tongue to dive into her. Tiny bites as he moves towards his main meal. With his fingers, he spreads her mound's lips, revealing her swollen clit. A quick lap with his tongue. Her body vibrates. Another and another, gently teasing her. Her hips thrust up at the same time her hands press his head down. Wanting to force him to do more. He laughs, very pleased with her reactions. His hot breath washes over her wetness. 

He plunges in, nipping and pulling at her sensitive area. She explodes with a powerful orgasm, rocking her world. Stars flutter in front of her eyes. Tiny convulsion blaze through her. Not giving her a moment's rest, his tongue descends into her creamy canal. Consuming her juices. Her taste, her nectar spurs him on, driving him crazy with want, no need for more. His low growl rumbles through her as he feverishly works his tongue in and out of her, slamming against all of her G spot. Her hips wrench and thrust up for more. Her voice signs out in wanton gluttony. An explosion of ecstasy as her juices flow and he quickly gains each drop. His mind goes blank, but he forces himself to stay in control. The threat of him changing into his demon form is very real. He can't, he mustn't! 

"Please. Please!" she begs, wanting him inside her. He moves his way back up to her, taking in the sight of her bright skin flushing with pink. "Please, I want all of you!" With her hands, she takes hold of his cock, rubbing it up and down her drenched pussy. His body gives a slight shudder as she lines him up with her hole. Slowly, he pushes himself in. Inch by wonderful inch. She moans in delight. He pushes further in and holds himself there. Her hips grind upward, making him enter deeper. He pulls back. With a forceful trust, he bottoms out, slamming into her womb. 

Pain races through her, turning into bliss as he pumps in and out of her. His thrust becomes more violent, more frenzied. She keeps time with each of his thrusts. Their hearts race to the same rhythm. No one has ever kept up with him. No other human, nor demon. His mind becomes fuzzy with the thought. His mouth devours hers. She is all he'll ever need or want. His form begins to change, trying desperately not to. He fails. He vaults his head towards the sky, roaring out his pleasure. His claws dig into her sides as he dangerously sinks his cock into her. Her blood begins to flow from his grip. He reaches up with one of his talons and kneads her breast, cutting into her skin. 

"Johnathon!" she whimpers between gasps, "Johnathon, destroy me!" The pain, the pleasure is too much for her. Her eyes roll back into her head as she passes out from his violent invasion. He pulls her limp frame up onto him. Lifting her, slamming her back down onto his swollen cock. His claws creating more gouges in her flesh. Her red bodily fluid mixes with their sweat. He hasn't had enough. He continues to thrust his manhood into her. He bites down on one of her breast, breaking skin. He drinks her blood, savoring its taste. He will destroy her. With that very thought, he releases a flood of his essence into her wanton pussy. Screaming at the sky in a booming growl of ecstasy, his body jerks with each pump of his cum into her until there is nothing left to give.

He brings her in close, tightly embracing her. Her head flops into his shoulder, sending a shock wave of realization through him. "NO!" he exclaims in a husky whisper, "What have I done?" He gently lays her onto the ground. Panic takes over. Gathering up her torn clothing, he tries to press down on her wounds to stop them from bleeding. Scooping her up into his arms, he hurries for the door into the castle. The stairs curve downward from the tower. Skipping steps as he races against time to save her. 

*****

His foot slams into the doors of her chamber, scaring the hell out of Chris. His demon presence always did scare her. She did as she was told and waiting for them to return. "Girl, grab some towels, quickly!" he commands, placing Sarah onto the bed. His movements caused the wound to bleed again. He firmly presses down. Chris turns, holding a pile of towels. "Can you sew?" She nods. "Hurry! Get a needle and some thread!" He examines her cuts. Thankfully only a few needed to be stitched back together. His frame shifts, returning himself to his human form.

Chris returns once again. She threads the needle as her master steps back, letting her in to close the wounds on Sarah's waist. She works as fast as she can without harming Sarah too much. Four wounds needed her attention. One by one she does so.

"Done, my lord!" Chris bows and backs away. "We'll need to clean her so she won't get any infection." Lord Asmodeus nods, gathering Sarah once again into his arms. Chris races ahead, turning the water on in the shower to warm it. She holds the door open as he brings Sarah in and under the warmth. Her red liquid runs into the drain. With a plush cloth lathered with a silky soap, he dabs her injuries.

Chris stands, waiting outside of the shower with a bath sheet ready. Fear fills her as her thoughts bombard her with all sorts of ideas as to what has happened to her friend. Tears trickle down her cheeks. She softly sniffles, hoping her master does not hear her silently cry.

"I'm sorry, Sarah!" Lord Asmodeus says. His voice dripping with sorrow. He folds her into his strong embraces. Hugging her close to him. He silently curses himself for what he has done to her. Stepping out of the enclosure. He lets Chris place the sheet across Sarah's body.

"My lord, I gathered bandages to wrap her wounds." Zuel states, bowing his head as they enter her bedroom. Lord Asmodeus turns and nods to Chris, who quickly takes the wrappings from Zuel. She follows him over to the bed. As she encases Sarah with the white bandages, her master helps lift and turn the woman's frame to help with the prose. 

Without a word, Lord Asmodeus leaves the room. Zuel and Chris watch as he smashes his way through the doors, disappearing into the darkness of the hallway.

"What happened?" Zuel asks, turning his gaze to the servant.

"I believe he hurt her. Not meaning to, he did," she lowers her eyes as she speaks.

"I see!" Zuel answers. "Never have I seen him so concerned with a human's well being. This is most troubling, indeed." He also leaves the chamber.

Chris gently raises the blankets up to Sarah's neck. The damage done to her overwhelms Chris' senses. She sobs over her as she moves Sarah's wet hair from her face. "Please, be alright!" she pleads in a whisper.

*****

Three days have passed. Chris waits beside Sarah's bed, not moving from her side. Watching over her friend. Wiping the sweat from her brow. Sarah's fever begins to break. Tiny moans of pain escape her lips as Sarah starts to move.

"Shhh, Sarah, you are safe!" Chris comforts her. She settles back down, slipping back into unconsciousness.

The sun slowly fades in the west. Sarah's eyes flutter open, "Chris?" she calls out. Her voice dry.

"I'm here, Sarah," she answers. Sarah weakly points to her throat, in need of something to drink. Chris pours her a glass of water and helps her sit up in her bed. Sarah tries to grip the glass, but has no strength in her hand. Chris guides it up to her lips and tips the glass for her. Gradually, she sips the fresh liquid into her throat.

"Thank you," Sarah smiles, "Where's Johnathon, I mean Lord Asmodeus?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen him in these last three days." Chris' eyes fill with sorrow.

"No worries. I'm fine." she says, shifting herself to get more comfortable in the bed. She winces with the stabbing pain. "It's not his fault. I'm the one who urged him on."

"But I should have had control over myself to not let it get that far!" Lord Asmodeus voices booms through the door. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, thank you," Sarah beams. She has missed him. She reaches out her hand for him to take. He does not. He stands far away from her bed. Her face drops from his. Confusion rakes her mind. She balls up her fist, bringing it towards her chest. She feels more alone now than she has ever felt. "I think I'll rest some more." Chris helps her lie back down. Sarah rolls away from both of them. Silent tears begin to cut a path down her cheeks.

Lord Asmodeus' features change as he is gripped by her feeling. He wants so badly to go to her, but he cannot. He hurt her and he has not forgiven himself. "Sarah!" he whispers.

"I'm okay. Thank you. I need some rest," her voice muddied with her own remorse. "Chris, in a little bit, can you bring me something to eat?"

"Yes," she softly answers as she watches Sarah's shoulders slightly move with her silent sobs. Both women hear the doors to Sarah's chamber softly close.

Out in the hall, Lord Asmodeus holds tightly to the door knobs. Forcing himself to let go, he turns to leave. A roar of anger escapes his mouth. Anger towards himself.

The two women cringe with the sound. Sarah's cries become more open as Chris tries to comfort her. What could they do, they were only human after all. Demons where cold, unfeeling creatures with no regard for them. Sarah slips back into a deep sleep while Chris rubs her back.

*****

Zuel barges into his master's study. "My lord, I beg you to be rid of that human. She has some pow..." His words are abruptly cut off. Lord Asmodeus seizes him by the throat.

"I would watch what you say!" he snarls his discontent. Zuel forces a nod. Lord Asmodeus drops him to the floor, choking and gasping for air.

"My lord, I didn't mean any disrespect. I don't understand what is happening to you and the others are starting to talk," he whimpers, still on his knees.

"She smiled at me, taking the blame onto herself. I should have kept control!" he shouts, mostly at himself.

"We are demons. It is our nature to become what we truly are," Zuel pleads. "Humans are our food. They are cattle to us and nothing more."

"She's not! Do well to remember your place, Zuel!" Lord Asmodeus' power waxes as he shifts his form.

"Forgive me, my lord!" Zuel cries, hoping to stave off his master's attack. "I will never speak of it again!" He cowers at his master's feet.

Lord Asmodeus forces himself to become calm. His anger does him no good. Though his very instinct tells him to destroy all in his path.

"And what of our other little problem?"

"He seems to be very put out. I witnessed him slamming his fists into the ceiling and then trying to claw his way out. Perhaps that was the spot you and Miss Sarah were on the roof?" Zuel answers, straightening out himself.

"Perhaps. Keep an eye for him. He could strike her at any moment. I want to be ready for him. I want to crush him in my very own hands!"

*****

Chris balances a tray of assorted foods in one hand and opens the door to Sarah's bed chambers with the other. Gliding across the room to the bed side table, skillfully places it down. She arranges the plates and pours a cup of tea. "I didn't know what you might be hungry for, so..." Chris gasps, realizing Sarah was choking for air. She turns her eyes to see her floating a foot off of her bed by some invisible force. She races to her aid, but that same force hurls her across the room. Her body smashes onto the floor, sliding for a few feet before coming to an agonizing rest at the far wall.

Sarah screams out in pain. Her frame twists and contorts. The phantom has her at his mercy. Fresh blood from her wounds seep into the bandages. Her voice falls silent. Like a rag doll her body is thrown away, smashing into the wall next to the large patio. Chris watches a skeleton, greasy haired man appear in between her and Sarah's languid form. It smiles at her, turning his attention back to his prey. Like static, his form shifts in and out the closer he gets to Sarah.

He raises her up to him. A bluish white light begins to glow between their bodies. He chuckles with his triumph. Chris scurries from the room. He pays no mind to her because his prize is right in front of him.

*****

Chris dashes down the hall and around a corner, running headlong into Zuel on his way to Sarah's chambers. "What is it, you damn human?" Zuel growls.

"Something, something has Sarah!" she timidly answers.

"Very well, I'll go on ahead. Continue your way to the master and inform him of the situation!" he commands. His thoughts race, if that thing kills her before I get there. The master will be safe. A sharp grin rises on his lips.

Chris rushes towards her master's study. Her legs grow tired, but she refuses to give up. Sarah needs him more than ever and she is not about to fail either one of them. Crashing through the study's doors, out of breath, she shouts, "Something has Sarah!"

Lord Asmodeus abruptly pushes his desk aside. In one step he transforms into a demon. His wings spread, propelling him forward. He snatches Chris up in his arms. In seconds, he gently drops her outside of Sarah's doors. "No matter what happens stay out here. Do you understand?" She nods her acknowledgment.

His power waxes, pushing forward the wood of the doors, explode, scattering splinters to shower the occupants inside. What Lord Asmodeus sees causes him to take a step back. Thing he had met days before is more deformed. Massive long black patches appear to be sewn onto his skin. 

Darrell turns his gaze to him and smiles, "Thank you for making it easier for me to have her!"

Lord Asmodeus' shocked gaze turns to Sarah, collapsed in a heap on the floor. Fresh blood stains her clothing. Guilt creeps into his heart. Quickly it turns to hate. Like a bolt of lightning, he charges forward. A look of surprise shoots across Darrell's face. Lord Asmodeus squeezes his fingers around his throat.

"You come into my house and try to take what is mine!" he grins watching the wretched creature squirm under his grip. Once Darrell appeared in human form, he became solid because of Hecate's magic net. He has no chance of escape. Lord Asmodeus chuckles with his distress.

"This cannot be!" Darrell shouts out in confusion. 

"Thank you, Hecate!" Lord Asmodeus laughs. "What is this black gunk sewn to your body?"

"It's mine!" Darrell hisses.

Lord Asmodeus reaches out his hand, gripping onto an edge of the mass attached to the left side of his face, "They say if I rip it off quickly it hurts less," he pauses. "But I'll remove it as slow as I can to cause you as much pain as I can."

"NO! No, it's mine! MINE!" he snarls.

A quick jerk at the lip of the patch. Darrell screams out. Another jerk and more is released from his face. He smiles. Darrell's body contorts. He feebly slaps at his attackers arm. One last rip and the black patch is freed from its place. Darrell scratches and claws to get at it. Trying to snatch it away from Lord Asmodeus' fingers.

"I drop this. It will disappear. Without anything to cling to, it cannot survive," he snarls his pleasure of his own words.




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"No, no, no. Don't drop it! It's mine! Mine!" Darrell cries. Lord Asmodeus lets it drop from his fingers. Inches away from the floor, it changes color to an electric blue light. It floats like water in the air. It shoots towards the door, stopping. It hoovers near Chris, Suddenly it dances its way around her. Shooting back, it makes a stop by Zuel, but backs away. As if it becomes aware of Lord Asmodeus watching it, it turns its attention towards him.

"Zuel, take him," he commands, handing Darrell over. Zuel holds firm to his captive as they watch the watery creature swirl around Lord Asmodeus' head, then waist. Dancing between his legs, finally disappearing up into his loin cloth. His knees buckle under him. Slamming him to the floor. It plays with his cock, causing it to grow. Low puffs of pleasure seep out of his lips as it works its way around, stroking him hard and fast. Seconds pass. Lord Asmodeus roars out releasing his sperm to fly across the room. He falls forward onto his hands, trying to catch his breath. The bluish watery creature glides past his cheek, caressing it. Suddenly as it begin it stops, flying into the sky and back down again careening into Sarah's body. Lord Asmodeus knew at that moment what it was. It is a part of her soul!

"What have you done?" he demands turning his eyes to Darrell. He can see there are other black patches strapped to the man's frame. "Zuel, take him to the chamber. I will deal with him in a bit!"

"Yes, my lord," he bows, leaving the room with his prisoner still struggling to break free.

Pulling himself together, he gains his footing, changing back into a human. He cradles Sarah's body in his arms, scooping her up; he walks her back to her bed. He stares at her angelic features. He knew when the watery creature wrapped itself around his cock, he knew it was Sarah.

"Girl, please get more bandages. We have to stop the bleeding again," he orders in a low tone.

"Yes, my lord," She races from the room.

"Sarah, Sarah?" he whispers her name over and over again until she wakes.

"Johnathon, he's found me!" she cries, pleading with him to save her.

"He cannot bother anymore."

"Don't leave me!" she begs, drifting back to unconsciousness.

"I won't." He kisses her forehead and lays her down. "Watch her while I take care of that monster." Chris nods.

Before he leaves the room, Chris asks, "What if she wakes before you return?"

"There's no chance of her waking all the way until I get the rest of her soul back."

Chris' eyes widen with the realization that the thing stole parts of her friend, "Master, please make him pay for what he has done to her."

"I most definitely will!"



A Demon's Embrace Ch. 06



"Ah, Zuel, you've waited for me!" Lord Asmodeus grins, walking up to the closed door his servant is standing in front of.

"Yes, my lord," he pauses. "Though I may not approve of that woman. I cannot stand another mortal stealing another mortal's soul." He clinches his fists at his sides.

Lord Asmodeus places his hand on his servant's shoulder, "What I would like to know, most of all, is who gave him the power to rip her soul out piece by piece? Shall we?" He motions towards the door. Zuel promptly opens it, letting his master walk in before him.

The chamber is cold and dark. No windows to let natural light in. Torches line the walls, flickering to the point of burning out. The occupants' shadows dance and play on the surfaces of the enclosure. Only the one door in or out. The walls are slimy with wet goo, dripping down to the filth on the floor.

A short, hunched-over man with six arms, places his tools of his trade out on a long thin metal table. To his left side, Darrell. With straps of leather, he is tied down to another larger metal table.

"Doc?" Lord Asmodeus announces his presence. "What type of torture can we inflict on him?"

The hunched man turns his gaze to his master. Six eyes swirl around with joy. His thin lip-less mouth smirks with the thought of the possibilities that await their victim. "Loads, my lord! With his solid form and this new drug I came up with. Oh, ha-ha, he'll feel everything!"

"Good!" Lord Asmodeus gives a mischievous grin towards Darrell.

"Where's my soul? You stole it from me! She belongs to me!" Darrell howls.

Doc takes a step closer to the table. With a quick jerk of Darrell's shirt sleeve, he reveals the man's skin underneath. He slowly penetrates the flesh with his needle, forcing the fluid into his vein.

"Give it a second?" Doc says, trying to contain his excitement, "Will you try, my lord?" 

Lord Asmodeus walks over and flicks the man's nose with his finger. Tears instantly roll down Darrell's cheeks as he screams out in pure agony. Just a small tap on the nose shoots tremendous pain through him. The new drug causes its victim's pain to be amplified. 

"Joy, Joy, Joy!" Doc skips around in a little dance. His six arms flailing about over his head. His feet doing a jig as his hips move from side to side.

"Wonderful! Now down to business! Darrell, who was it that gave you the power to rip her soul out?" Lord Asmodeus inquires. 

No answer. 

Lord Asmodeus turns and nods to Doc. He immediately smiles as he shoves a scalpel deep into the man's leg. No blood flowed. You can't make a ghost bleed, even if he's solid. Wails of torturous pain leave Darrell's throat.

"I will not ask again!"

"The demon. The demon did!" Darrell finally answers through grinding of his teeth.

"What demon?" Lord Asmodeus gives another a quick go ahead with his chin.

"No, no, no The demon Murmur!" Darrell screams in the anticipation of the next gab. Though he answers his master's question, Doc still stabs him, giggling at his own naughty behavior. Lord Asmodeus smiles, holding back a light chuckle at the sight of his servant.

"Why would a demon lord of music give you such power?" Zuel steps forward, gazing at the creature rot with pain.

"She signs, she signs!" Darrell insanely laughs.

"Signs?" Lord Asmodeus is perplexed.

"I found her. She is mine! Mine, all mine!"

"Where did you find her?"

"Oh, that's, that's the best part! She was alone. Living on the streets. Her family disowned her. All by herself, she was! I found her. Ho-ho, she thought I was kind and loving! But I had her fooled! I did! I did."

Lord Asmodeus snatches the blade away from Doc's hand and turns it onto Darrell. He slashes and cuts as many times as he can. Howls and screams vibrate though the small room and out into the hall. Everyone in the castle can hear the torture. Lord Asmodeus takes great care not to inflict damage to the black patches, he knows those parts are pieces of her soul. To damage them, is to kill her! He hacks away, watching the creature before him struggle against the pain until Darrell passes out.

"Wake him! Torture him even if he gives you information. If that drug wears off. GIVE HIM MORE!" Lord Asmodeus seethes with anger. "And do not damage those patches! Remove them carefully and place them in a jar! You harm them and I swear, Doc, you will not see another day!"

"Yes, my lord! Understood, my lord!" Doc's gaiety overflows with how much leaves he has with this new victim.

"What did I just say?"

"Don't harm the patches!"

"Good, then continue. I must get back," Lord Asmodeus turns to leave the room.

"My lord, I wish to stay and hear what this pathetic creatures has to say?" Zuel bows.

"Very well. Report everything back to me. Help in his torture if you must, but get what we need out of him."

"Yes, master!"

******

Signs? I have never heard her or her soul sign? Lord Asmodeus ponders his thoughts. How can she sign? Her soul is torn. Her body broken. Lord Asmodeus aimlessly walks through his castle. He has seen the torture that thing has put her through while he was living, but to continue after his death! What does she possess that makes him insane in his obsession of her? Answers will come and then he'll have to deal with Lord Murmur. After all, he is torturing his charge. Fresh memories of Darrell's cries bounce through his mind causing him to smile with satisfaction. He can't inflict the type of pain on him as he did Sarah, but this is good enough, for now.

He finds himself hesitating outside of Sarah's room. He broke her body, letting that thing have its way with her. He should be reveling in the destruction that Darrell has caused. He, after all, is a demon of destruction. But this, this saddens him.

"My lord?" a meek female voice calls out from the other side of the opening. The sudden sound snaps him out of his thoughts. He looks at the servant attending Sarah and steps over the threshold, walking past her. His eyes fix on Sarah, who is still unconscious.

"How's she doing?" he finally asks, sitting next to Sarah on the edge of the bed.

"Every now and again her breath is labored and she sweats from I think a small fever. If I have to make a guess, my lord, not good!"

"I see," he frowns.

"My lord, I believe also that she is having some sort of nightmare. Maybe, even several," Chris comments, placing a bowl of fresh cool water on the bedside table. Lord Asmodeus frowns even more at her words. "I do not mean to cause my lord distress!"

"You are not the one causing anything, girl!" he snaps.

"Yes, my lord," she squeaks as she slinks away.

Sarah's features cringe with unseen pain. He body curls up into a fetal position. Low whimpers escape her lips. Lord Asmodeus pushes his influence forward to probe her mind.

******

A handsome lanky young man stands in front of Sarah. He smiles at her, "Come on, S, you have to go. It's time you get out and meet the world. The club and a few drinks will do you wonders!"

"I don't know, Michael! I think I should stay home tonight!" Sarah replays with unease written on her face.

"Come on, Sarah! We've been planning this for a week and you said you would go!" A stocky freckled faced woman cries, stomping her foot hard to the carpeted floor.

"I know, Jane! I just, I just don't think I should go." Sarah whimpers.

"Enough, Sarah. Let's go!" another woman laughs, taking Sarah by the arm to another room.

"Alright, alright, Sue. I can walk on my own!" Sarah winces from the pain around her wrist. "I'll go! I'll go!"

"Then get dressed, we'll be waiting!" Sue giggles, releasing Sarah.

Moments later, Sarah appears wearing a pair of blue jeans and a thick wool sweater. Her hair pulled back in a ponytail, causing a bush of her curly, light strawberry blond hair behind her head.

"My God, Sarah, how are you supposed to get a new man dressed like that?" Jane asks, placing her hand over her eyes, shaking her head with her disappointment.

"I think I look good!" Sarah retorts, looking herself up and down.

"Ya, you look good if we were going to a movie, but this is a club. Sexy, you need to dress sexy!" Michael pipes in. "Ugh, no make up. Come on, Sarah, at least put some makeup on!"

Jane and Sue lead Sarah back to her room to change. Sue riffles through Sarah's closet while Jane pushes Sarah to sit on the edge of her bed. Jane goes to work, releasing Sarah's hair to fall onto her shoulders. A few scrunches and her curls relax, bouncing past her breasts. Turning her attention to the bag next to Sarah on the bed, she digs out her make up. Jane gently fixes her face. Not too much, Sarah has great features. With the light paint, her beautiful eyes pop.

"Here, wear this!" Sue states, throwing a nice sexy tank top at Sarah. "It's sexy enough, but it's still conservative for the likes of you!" The two women burst out laughing.

"That's not funny!" Sarah whimpers, stripping her sweater for the tank.

"You guys about done?" Michael's voice pounds through the closed door.

"Hold your horses, ass munch!" Jane grumbles.

"Wow, Sarah, you should really dress like this more often! You look marvelous!" Sue giggles.

"Stop!" Sarah demands, turning her face away in embarrassment.

"Time to go!" Jane squeals with joy, tugging on the two women.

******

Lord Asmodeus watches from the sidelines while Sarah and her friends dance to the pounding music blasting through the speakers that surround the dance floor. Off in a dark corner, he notices someone watching. Darrel! His mind screams. There's nothing he can do. After all it's her memory. He cannot change what has already happened. He turns his attention back to Sarah.

At that moment he can see that she is having the time of her life. No cares or worries. Her figure gracefully moving to the song, following to the beat with her hips. Sexy, yes, oh how sexy that woman is to him. Flashes of them on the roof top invade his brain, it gives him a pleasant smile. Shoving them back to focus on what Sarah remembers. Even when one's brain is focused on what is in front of them, it still catches the outer edges of what's happening around them.

Not realizing it, Sarah had picked up on the fact that her friend Michael was talking to a very large man by the bar. Moments later they both approached her. A sudden spark of fear races across Sarah's face. She steps back from the man. He quickly stops her by placing his arm around her waist, pulling her in close to him.

"Um, what do you think you are doing?" Sarah inquires, trying desperately to release his hold on her. "I don't like this, Michael!"

"But he really likes you and I thought he would be good for you!" Michael shrugs his shoulders as he speaks. "Besides, you need to let loose! He can help!"

"No, I don't think..." She is cut off in the middle of her sentence.

"Come on, baby, you know you want me!" The man grins. His teeth didn't look right to her. She thought or she imagined that they looked like fangs.

"No, No, thank you!" her voice trembles. She shoots her friend a silent plea for help.

"Come on, Sarah. Have a drink. You'll feel so much better!"

"Where's Sue and Jane?" she asks, trying to change the subject.

"Over there having fun with those guys!" Michael laughs, passing Sarah a drink.

She hesitates, but gives in, taking the drink from him. She watches the men as she downs some of the liquid. It is cool and refreshing going down her dry throat. Within seconds her brain becomes fuzzy. Her legs too weak to hold herself up. The sound from the music pounds deep in her soul. Her body throbs to the beat. She holds her head to help it to stop spinning. Her body goes limp in the large man's arms. Her limbs dangle at her sides at the same time her head falls backwards.

"I want full payment in my bank account by morning!" Michael commands, leaving Sarah with the brute.

When Sarah awakes again, she is locked in the cage at the action. Images of herself chained and locked away from the world. Lord Asmodeus can hear her thoughts, Why did this happen? Michael, how, why did you do this? What's going on? Each new thought echoes into a new unanswered question, to disbelief, anger, betrayal and in the end just an overwhelming sense of loneliness. Lord Asmodeus pulls himself out of her memories with some understanding to Sarah's situation.

Anger boils within his core, "They call us demons, monsters! The true monsters are mortal!" he grits his teeth.

"My lord?" Chris' meek voice interrupts his thoughts.

"Yes," his tone softens. He knows there is nothing this young woman has done and he refuses to take it out on her.

"What's wrong?" she asks.

"Nothing you need to worry over!" he smiles, abruptly getting up from his seat. "I will return in a little while. Please, continue to watch over her?"

She bows with her acknowledgment.

******

The door to the dungeon flies open, vibrating against the wall. Causes it to bounce back at Lord Asmodeus. Without looking, he catches in one hand and steadies it. His face twists with anger. Both Zuel and Doc quickly turn towards him. Each taking a step back from his target, Darrell!

"Who is this Michael and why did he sell Sarah to the slave merchant?" he howls.

Darrell cringes on the table. Pieces of his face are missing from the ongoing torture they subject him to. His memories race to the forefront of his mind, "Ah, Michael. It took me weeks to convince him to sell his friend. But then again, no one has ever really been her friend." Darrell's eyes sparkle with the thought. "I made sure of that. Ten years, I've put into that girl to make her a seething, withering lonely mess." His chest puffs out with his pride, but it's short lived. Lord Asmodeus' claw slams into the center of Darrell's chest with no real reaction from him.

"Doc. More of that drug if you please," he grins, twisting his hand in Darrell's chest cavity. With a hop and a skip, Doc does as he is asked. The pain grows with the liquid running through his body. He can no longer hold back his screams of terror. "What was his price?"

"Two million dollars!"

"What was our price, Zuel?" he asks, pulling his talon out. As it is slowly removed, it makes a sucking pop sound.

"Five million delons, my lord!"

"You were right to say, it costs me a small fortune at the auction, Zuel!" he chuckles, flinging gore from his hand.

"My lord, my lord!" Doc gleefully calls, "All the black patches have been removed. Curious though, as they entered the jar they changed into this blue watery type thing. What is it, my lord?"

"Parts of her soul." Lord Asmodeus explains as he examines the glass jar, "Why have they not joined, fused back together?"

"That perplexes me as well, my lord!" Doc pauses, "Maybe they need a hand in becoming one again?"

"What?"

"Oh, oh, I have it, my lord! Use some of your soul to help them along!" Doc grins, rubbing his hands together.

"I see." Lord Asmodeus ponders the notion. "What harm do you think, if any, can come from this?"

"None, my lord, I would say it may enhance her!" he does his little jig once again. Suddenly, stopping, "My lord, I am not finished with him?"

"I never said to stop after you removed the patches, did I?"

"No, my lord!" Doc's eyes widen with new found excitement as new terrible ideas race through his brain.

"Keep up the good work, Doc. Oh, and Zuel, send an invitation to Lord Murmur. Have him come for dinner and a show." Lord Asmodeus smirks, leaving the room, tucking the jar up under his arm.

******

Lord Asmodeus saunters along the halls, staring at the beautiful blue liquid in the container. Each time he brings it in close to his face, it reacts. Seductively pressing against the glass. Her soul knows him. She can feel him as he can feel her. He can see that the fragments were trying to fuse together, but something important is missing. They smash into each other. As if taking a running start before hitting would force them to stay together. It's quite comical to watch. Lord Asmodeus is only slightly disappointed that the little show would not continue.

"I'd rather have her back!" he chuckles at the jar. All the pieces seem to giggle back at him.

The demons Zuel had sent to fix the broken doors of Sarah's bedroom step aside to let their master through. One last bang as the pin for the hinge falls into place. He barely takes notice of them. His attention is drawn to the woman resting on the bed. He expresses his tenderness towards her with a gentle smile.

"My lord, is that, that, her soul?" Chris gestures to the glass container in his hands.

"Yes, I will need all of you to leave for a bit. I have work to do," he smirks, walking past her.

"Yes, my lord," she bows, leaving him to fix her friends, closing the doors behind her.

Alone in the room, he releases the shards of her soul out into the large space, "Now, I've done this with other demons, but never with a human soul. Please forgive me if this causes you any pain!" he apologizes, raising his hands towards the floating mass. His frame begins to glow in a soft greenish color. He watches the blue liquid float and twirl around him. They soak in his essence. Their color changes to a soft aqua as they begin to fuse together, forming the shape of a woman. There are still bits and pieces missing, but he believes those are left within her physical body.

"Thank you!" she states, hovering in front of him.

"What are you?" his asks as his mouth gapes at the sight of this beautiful creature before him.

"I am a legacy!" she giggles. Her soul burst into tiny fragments that careen into Sarah's physical form. The force causes her body to explode with mighty convulsions.

"Legacy?" he grimaces.

Moments later, she calms. Her eyes snap open with a faint aqua glow to them, then it gently disappears back to her original eye color.

"Johnathon?" she whispers. Her mouth dry, she coughs. Pouring her a glass of water, he hands it to her. She drinks it down, fast, forgetting to take a breath of air as she gulps it.

"Slow down! You'll choke!" he scorns her and takes the half empty glass away. Sending water descending her chin. A quick swipe with her wrist and she wipes it off.

"Thanks!" she smirks, flinging the covers off of her and jumping from the bed.

"Careful!" he shouts out in a panic, reaching for her to settle back down onto the bed.

"What?" she argues.

"Your injuries!"

She lifts her shirt exposing the bandages underneath. Unfastening the strips of cloth, calmly she unravels them from her waist. One last turn, shows her healed skin. All the damage done to her fixed. She raises her eyes to meet his, beaming brightly at him.

"Well?' he breathes, "I guess there's no need to worry, ha?"

"I guess not!" she laughs, pushing past him. His fingers trail through hair as she leaves. She stops outside of the bathroom, turns, giving him a sultry glance before continuing on her path.



A Demon's Embrace Ch. 07



"Ah, good to see you, old friend!" Lord Asmodeus greets Lord Murmur, generously smacking both of the other demon's shoulders. "Come, come. Let's sit in the drawing room and have a drink! The sun is bright and the room warm, just how you like it!"

"Good to see you, too, Asmodeus!" Lord Murmur returns with as much enthusiasm. 

"Tell me. How's life in your domain?"

They pass through the double doors into a comfortable lounge. Plush leather coaches and chairs encircle the center of the vast room. Tables for playing games line one side. Four tall thin window rule one whole wall, bordered by massive maple bookshelves filled with ancient books from all over the world. A fragment of Lord Asmodeus' true library lies within in the confines of the castle. Lord Asmodeus motions to his guest to take a seat.

"You know how it is. Everyday one or more servants need to be punished. Though it is entertaining, I'm in need of relief. Boredom is setting in and quite frankly I am not cut out for that." Lord Murmur laughs, plopping himself down on a coach, flinging his legs up, lounging in the environment. 

"Nothing new worth your time in the music business, then?" Lord Asmodeus asks, pouring himself a glass of fire wine. He holds up his glass in a gesture.

"Yes, please! - Nothing, the music business is flat. Too many good artists out there not willing to sell their soul to me. Times are a changing, soon. Mark my words, Asmodeus, I will have plenty of meat to sink my teeth into."

"Is that why you've thrown yourself in with the likes of ghosts? Out of boredom?" Lord Asmodeus smiles, handing over a glass of wine to Lord Murmur. He pauses before taking his first sip, waiting for the demon of music to answer his question.

"Oh, I heard you had something that belongs to me. I was wondering when you were going to get around to returning it." Lord Murmur remarks, sipping deeply on his drink.

"Yes, I'll gladly return your property to you! Zuel?" Lord Asmodeus waves his hand. Zuel bows. In a few short minutes, he returns with a half dead Darrell in his hands.

"Not him. I have no use for the likes of him. The girl. She belongs to me." Lord Murmur scoffs. Placing his empty wineglass on the end table.

"Oh, and how is it that you own this girl?"

"Through him. It's the deal we made," he chuckles. "Not a fair one if you ask me. All he wants is to continue to torment that poor thing."

"What was the price he paid for the girl? I mean who did he buy her from?" Lord Asmodeus curiously turns to Darrell.

"I didn't buy her! I found her. She belongs to me!" he snarls, trying to shake off Zuel's grip.

"Lord Murmur. If he didn't buy her, what proves his ownership?"

Lord Murmur frowns at what his host is asking. He knows without solid proof that a person is bought or sold, no ownership is established. In the world of demons, it is a must. One cannot own a soul without proof.

Lord Asmodeus turns to his end table, picking up a sheet of paper from it, "This should prove, that I own the girl and not your charge," he says, handing the document over. Lord Murmur shoves his hand out, refusing to take it. He knows he has no leg to stand on. He never received any proof that this mortal owns the other. It is his mistake that he'll have to swallow.

"I own her, Lord Murmur!" Darrell shouts his discontent at what is happening before him.

"The only property I will return, is him!" Lord Asmodeus grins. "Another glass of wine, my lord?"

Lord Murmur shifts himself, placing his elbows on his knees and frowns at his own misfortunes. He snatches the glass from its perch, shaking it for Lord Asmodeus to take to fill. Lord Asmodeus knows he's won. With a quick nod of his head, informing Zuel he can remove the disgusting creature from their sight.

A low knock on the door as it opens. Sarah fresh and vibrant stands in its archway. Asking with her eyes if she may enter.

"Come, come, Sarah. Meet Lord Murmur. Now that your owner has been settled, come introduce yourself!" Lord Asmodeus announces gleefully, clapping his hands a couple of times together. Pride dripping from his very being!

She gracefully glides across to them. Her hair pinned up with huge loops of curls. Two spirals lie on either side of her temples. Long lush loose coils dangle down from the large bun, tickling the back of her neck. Her features, lightly painted, accenting her eyes. A pale pink lip-gloss shades her mouth. Her white gown, gently fastened on her shoulders, leaving an opening until her elbows. Another delicate button, leaving another opening to her wrists to be fastened one last time. A wide green trimmed belt snugs her waist, pointing down in an upside down v. Two slits run from hip to floor, showing her sexy legs. A Goddess coming to meet her subjects. Every eye in the room is on her. Their jaws slack at the beauty before them.

"I could shoot myself right now, for not following the rules! That could have been mine!" Lord Murmur whispers. Lord Asmodeus laughs at the revelation. 

Sarah stops in front of the two lords. She smiles to each of them. Turning her attention to Zuel. She nods to him. Her gaze shifts to the man in Zuel's charge. The demon servant releases him. Using all the strength he has, Darrell charges her. The two lord start to leave their seats. With a single hand gesture, Sarah stops them. They sit back and watch.

In one fluid motion, her right hand is up and under his chin lifting him off his feet and slamming him down to the ground. The sheer force of his attack and her movements gives her greater momentum in her defense. At the same time she pulls her body down onto one knee. Balancing herself with her free hand on the floor boards. Splinters scatter and explode out, threatening to impale the onlookers. With a wave of her left hand, it all freezes in place, stopping time. Darrell's limbs are stunned into submission. His trachea crushes from the impact. Shallow wisps of oxygen barely make it past and into his lungs.

"I have no need for you. You never truly owned me. Out of my misguided attempt to feel loved, I followed you. When I leave this room, every cell in your body will explode into oblivion. You will no longer exist. Never to be reborn. You will NEVER harm another living soul again!" she smirks into his ear. 

Releasing her hold, she casually lifts her eyes to the others in the room. Each one frozen in a pose to protect themselves from incoming debris. Dancing around on tip toes like a ballerina. She jumps and spins, knocking the scraps of wood out of the way, stopping them from harming anyone. Thoroughly pleased with herself she covers her lips, letting out a childish giggle. Suddenly, she stops and turns her whole frame. In three quick steps, she is in front of Zuel. His arms raised to his face in a protective posture. She snickers as mischievous ideas run through her head. Without a second thought, she snatches up a permanent marker from one of the desks and bounces her way back. She frowns. She cannot reach his face. With extreme enthusiasm, she pulls a chair close to his frame trying desperately to hold in her laughter. Working around his arms, she draws two bubble eyes on his forehead and a bubble tongue hanging down by his lower lip.

"You never looked better, old man!" she snickers, placing the chair back from where she took it. Calmly, she makes her way to the doors, turning, placing her weight on them for support. She waves her hand.

The three men jerk, still attempting to protect themselves, only to find the debris gone and what is left falls straight down to the floor. Confused, they each look to one another. Lord Asmodeus and Lord Murmur's eyes fix on the artistic drawing on Zuel's face.

"What is it, my lords?" he asks with intense concern in his voice.

"Nothing. I do have to say, you've never looked better, old man!" Lord Asmodeus barrels out in laughter. Lord Murmur doing the same.

"Thank you, I think, my lord." he remarks, "Now can we get back to the fact that something happened here?"

"Yes, yes!" Lord Asmodeus chuckles, trying to contain himself. Lord Murmur not having any success with it either. "Sarah?" All eyes turn once again on her. "Please enlighten us as to what just happened."

"Nothing. I just put a rabid dog down!" she smiles.

All their eyes shift. Darrel is still buried in the floor. His body shakes and shudders every now and again, letting them know he is still alive.

"Oh, and Darrel, you still have something of mine that you stole! I'm taking it back." she demands, raising her hand in front her and squeezing her fist closed, pulling it back towards her face. His body starts to quake. Tiny black shards erupt from every point of his frame, briefly hoovering over him. Seconds later as if they found their rightful place, they shoot across the room towards Sarah. A magnificent blue-green force-field surrounds her. In slow motion each fragment passes through it, changing their color to the vibrant aqua of the shield before entering her. "I also want you to know. Any of your seed born from your loins will also disappear with you. Your lineage is destroyed!" she laughs, fling the doors wide. She exits. Her revenge complete.

Tiny popping sounds rise up from the floor. Darrell screams out in agony and terror. One by one his cells explode into nothing. Lord Murmur gapes in awe, watching the destruction of his charge. Lord Asmodeus lowers his eyes, clearly amused and takes a sip of his wine. Zuel stands stunned and turns to glare at the spot where Sarah once stood. The two lords turn their attention with his energy waxing in anger. Instantly, their concern disappears because of Sarah's art design all over his face. Laughter spills out, harder than before.

Zuel's feature grimaces towards their actions.

******

Sarah bounces on her bed, pleased with her actions of the day. The power racing through her veins. She's never felt so, so good in her life. Able to stand up for myself, not taking anyone's shit! A devilish smirk spreads on her lips at her thought. Fluffing her pillow, she plows her head into it. Her excitement threatens a blissful well deserved rest. Her eyes flicker and flutter. They bounce once, twice and she is out, floating into dreamland. 

******

Sarah lies in a vibrant green field on the side of a slopping hill. Puffy white clouds travel across the vast blue sky, blocking the sun's rays every now and again. A light breeze washes over her, wafting her hair across calm features. She rolls onto her side, smiling to herself. The warm rays penetrate her skin. Her fingers twist in the soft grass.

With, a rumble of thunder, the atmosphere quickly changes. Dark black clouds roll in, blocking out the light completely. A metallic smell fills the air. Roars of battle, screams of death echo the valley floor. She abruptly sits up and turns her eyes. A war, a battle to the death rages behind her. She stands. Placing one foot in front of the other, she heads towards the mayhem. Men and demons fall to the ground. Dead! She takes notice, but feels nothing. An extreme shift in her dream and seconds later, she is in the center of it. 

Massive black wing, twice her size, spread out behind her. They are hers. A golden rod with a large open circle, tiny charms hanging in its center is in her right hand. She lifts it, slamming its end into the solid dirt. A bluish-green energy wave pulsates outward. All fall from both sides of the war. Men and demons alike. She lowers her head as tears trickle down from her closed eyes. Her heart breaks.

Climbing up the slope, injured, cover in blood and gore is Lord Asmodeus. He features cracked in shock of what he sees. Sarah, standing in the middle of the carnage, cries. Anger erupts from his throat as he races towards her. His talon fastens around her neck. She does not look at him, keeping her eyes screwed shut. 

"YOU BETRAYED ME!" he growls, "WHY?"

She does not answer. The tears fall faster. She sniffs in the snot running from her nose. She drops her staff. His grip lessens, letting her fall to her knees. Her blue-green eyes finally meet his. Complete sadness. He does not care; he squeezes his fingers around her neck. Her mouth starts to move, but no sound leaves her lips. She tries to tell him something. Her voice won't work. She appears to be pleading with him, trying to explain herself.

******

Her eyes snap open. Tears are still falling down her temples. She feels warmth beside her. Turning her head to see Lord Asmodeus who is watching her cry. She begins to open her mouth. No words were allowed to flow as his hands abruptly wraps around her throat and squeezes.

"YOU BETRAYED ME!" he growls.

"NO!" she screams, shooting up in her bed. Finally awake from the terror she just witnessed. "What did I do?"

She flings her covers off, breathing heavily. Shifting and shuffling to the edge of her bed. Swings her legs down, firmly placing her feet on the floor. Her back feels heavy. Pressure radiates from her shoulder blades. Reaching back to rub the ache away. In shock she sits up straight. Unable to fully sit up, she falls forward, tumbling to all fours onto the floor. Large velvet black wings cover her. She stumbles to her feet. Unbalanced, she tips to one side. Catching herself, only to flounder to the other side. Not quite getting it right. She hunches over, spreading her arms out to either side. A wobble. He forces her right forward, planting it for balance. Finally standing still. A sigh of relief escapes her lips.

Cautiously, she pulls her torso up. Lowering her arms to her sides she holds onto her balance. A look of concern rips across her face. How do I make it to the doors? Her brain spins with the thought. With a quick jerk of her body she turns towards the doors. She wobbles, wrenching her arms outward she stabilizes herself. She gently slides one foot in front of the other, slowly closing the gap between her and her escape. Her wings shift, throwing her off kilter for a brief moment.

Triumph, she makes it to the doors she grips the door knobs, pulling them open. With a new found confidence she walks out into the hall. Every now and again she wobbles with her steps.

******

Two feet from the set of stairs she stops, wondering how she can get down without falling over. She leans on the wall next to her, catching her breath. It has been exhausting just to make it this far and she has further to go to make it to Johnathon's room.

"I have had enough of you and your games!" A familiar voice bellows from behind her. She peeks over her shoulder to see Zuel standing there. His arms crossed over his stomach. His face is twisted with anger. The marks on his face, faint from his attempt to wash it away. 

"I really don't have time for you right now, Zuel." she chuckles at the recollection of her art work.

"I will make you make time for me!" he snarls. He raises his hand, sharply slams it down to his side. His action calls fourth ten different demons still in their human shapes. They sneer at her. Their fury evident on their faces. They are out for blood, her blood. She closes her eyes to open them to a different color. That aqua glow of her being shifting into another creature all its own.

Her posture straightens. Her wings spread behind her. Just like in her dream, they are twice the size of her. Power races through her veins, "Bring it," she demands. The golden staff appears in her hand. As she did in her dream she slams the sharp end into the floor, cracking it. But no wave of energy. The demons do not fall. She's not worried. It causes her to smile wide at the challenge before her. "I needed to stretch out my wings!"

"GET HER!" Zuel screams in frustration. 

The demons hesitate with the sight of her massive wings. Each giving one another a look, unsure of what to do. One by one, they shift into their demon forms. Ugly monstrosities, drooling and seething at the mouth. Their clawed feet clink and tap on the polished floor as they approach their victim.

"This is taking too long!" she sneers, charging forward using her staff for balance. Her two legs boosts into the air, belting one of them in the chest. He shuffles his feet to keep upright. In the end he falls hard to the ground, tumbling down the flight of stairs next to him. She spins in a circle, extending her wings open. The motion creates a saw like sound, cutting down six of the monsters where they stand. Their bodies fall into piles of ashes laid out on the floorboards. One causes his form to be displaced between time and space. Flashing in one area, then another until he's right in front of his prey. She gives him a mischievous grin and thrusts her hand up under his chin before he can even think of shifting again. The power in her grip holds his steady. Electric blue bolts discharge from her shoulder down her arm and out her hand into the creature. Her victim crumbles into another heap of ash. She turns herself to face the last two. Terror written on their faces, they up and run away, not wanting anything to do with this anymore. 

"Zuel. You must stop this crazy notion that I am out to hurt your master. I'm not here for that." Her voices softens, "Believe me. Doing this is a betrayal to him and yourself. I'm begging you not to go any further. I do not want to hurt you or kill you!" Her pleas fall on deaf ears as Zuel charges forward. In one smooth movement, he is laid out onto his back. "Please, Zuel!"

"You'll have to kill me first before I will ever stop!" Zuel snarls, glaring up at her.

She closes her eyes and lets the tears fall. In one quick adjustment she transfers the staff above her head with the dagger end pointing towards his heart. "Zuel!" she sobs, "Please, concede!"

"Never!" he howls at the top of his lungs. She slams the rod down. She turns, leaving the baton vibrating, sticking out of the floor in between Zuel's arm pit and chest. As she begins to walk away, Zuel jumps to his feet to attack. Lord Asmodeus catches his arm in mid swing.

"My lord!" he chokes in fear.

"She let you live even after you would not concede!" he states in a disapproving tone. Lord Asmodeus changes his hand into his talon. Pulling back he aches it forward. He does not connect. Sarah stops him from harming Zuel.

"Johnathon. If you do this, you will regret it," she calmly expresses, gently smiling at him.

"Demons do not regret!" His anger now turns towards her.

"I know that, my lord, but also you consider him a loyal friend and servant. Killing him would not help you in the near future when he will be most needed." She places her hand on his cheek. A shiver of dread crosses her face. Quickly she releases him and steps away. The nightmare still fresh in her mind. Her wings fold in behind her disappearing from sight.

"You should be grateful, Zuel. She has spared your life twice in one night." Lord Asmodeus smirks, placing his servant back down on his own two feet. She nods to both of them and walks back to her room.

"Please forgive me, sire! I was only protecting you!" Zuel bows, whimpering. He knows his punishment has yet to come.

"Bring Hecate here at once. I'll think of your punishment later!" he commands, leaving Zuel to stand alone in the hallway.

Lord Asmodeus' face shifts from anger to worry, "Wings, she has black wings?" he questions himself out loud, "What is a Legacy? Who is she?" He cannot help the growing concern in his mind as he walks back to the drawing room where Lord Murmur still sits. Hecate's words begin to run through his mind over and over again. Protection that can destroy worlds? Questions, questions with no immediate answers to them. Out of frustration, he punches the wall leaving an imprint of his fist.