The snippet for this chapter is not from the beginning, as is normal, but further in. It gives the reader a hint of the horrors to come without revealing too much. Again, please remember that my demons are evil...the demons of legend and myth and nightmares. They are, for the most part, without virtue or morality. The closer to the center of the Infernal Plane (or Hell), the more horrifying and black are their souls. Lust, from whence the Marquis hails, resides in the Second Circle. Malphas controls Violence, the Seventh. There are only nine.
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There's a Fine Line...
Chapter 9
Beneath a recently renovated church in a dying
town in central Alabama, a young woman and her father huddled together in an
iron cage. Both had aided in the renovations of the main chapel by giving their
time and efforts to repair pews, paint walls, and clear brush around the
beautiful church. Neither had known of the basement in which they were now
being held. A basement decorated in reds and blacks. A basement that bore the
most disturbing paintings upon the walls. A basement with a single pristine
altar in the center of a nine-pointed star the color of blood. Candles
flickered at each point, each a different color to represent the circles of
Hell.
“We have the sacrifices, My Lord Marquis.”
The sniveling voice of the greater mephit
grated the demon’s nerves even as it gloried in the creature’s subservience.
Unfurling his leathery wings, the Marquis turned to observe the humans its
underlings had procured for him and smiled. Yes, this pair would do very well
indeed. He might even allow the cockroach to have some fun once he and his underlings
were bored with them.
“The girl?”
“Her aura is pure, My Lord,” the mephit
simpered. “The man is her Sire. It…it is the eve of her wedding, My Lord.”
“Really?” The demon’s fangs gleamed in the
flickering light of the many candelabra that stood around the summoning
chamber. His smile was the distillation of all that was wicked, evil, and
sinful and it was directed at the trembling young woman desperately trying to
hide in her father’s arms. The Marquis stalked towards the cage, his red eyes
glowing with anticipation. “Delicious! You’ve done well, imp. Prepare the
altar. It’s time to anoint it for our General’s purpose.”
The mephit bowed low, sniveling and groveling
its obeisance as it awkwardly hopped to the carved marble block that dominated
the center of the chamber. Metal shackles were unlocked and chains were looped
through iron rings set into the tile floor. Cold iron padlocks were set near
the chains, opened and ready to restrain their first victim. And a lovely
victim she was. The mephit violated her nubile body with its eyes; it hoped it
would have the chance to do the same with its cock.
The Marquis sent a mental command to the pair
of lesser demons guarding the couple. Fangs flashing in the flickering light,
they eagerly reached into the cage and pulled the male’s arms through the bars.
The underlings cackled at his struggles and protests and wrenched his arms
securely behind his body, holding him in place with Infernal strength. Opening
the door with the flick of one clawed hand, the demon lord let his crimson gaze
drift from his minions to assess the value of his prizes.
The male was probably considered handsome
enough. The puling human females lusted after one with his sandy blonde hair,
strong jawline, and pale blue eyes. He appeared to be a strong specimen, in
good health and with little body fat; his shoulders were broad, waist narrow,
and hips slim. The man’s thighs looked muscular beneath his twill slacks. The
demon hoped the rest of him was proportionate. They would know soon enough.
The girl was a prize, indeed. Her hair was as
fair as her father’s and it hung over her back in tangled curls where it had
fallen from its careful coiffure. She had dark eyes and a smattering of
freckles across a pert nose. Her plump lips looked suitably fuckable and he
couldn’t wait to get them around his cock as he violated her tender throat. The
human’s dress, now torn and dirty from her struggles with her captors, hugged
her slender figure and showed off her firm breasts and gently curving hips. The
Marquis licked his lips as he imagined pounding his cock into her tight pussy
while she screamed in fear and pain. Oh, yes. Definitely a prize.
“Undress him.” The lesser demons giggled in
anticipation as they waited for their master’s command to take over the girl’s
consciousness. She struggled, her horror plain on her tear-streaked face, but
no ordinary human could ignore a demon of his power and status. Her trembling
hands began working on the buttons of her father’s shirt. “Enjoy him as you
do.”
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