Chapter 1
Lucifer
The year was ending. I had plenty of things to be grateful for—immortality, health, women, sex and my favorite, my brothel. It had been the greatest year of my life; every minute spent was notorious and beautiful. If there was a way to repeat the year all over again, I would do it in a heartbeat.
The woman in front of me positioned herself onto her stomach before raising her ass, allowing me to rail her in every position. She groaned, and the sound of her continuous screams and cries caressed my ears. They were of pleasure and pain. She pushed her hips back and my cock presented itself over her tight, swollen opening. I slapped my hand over her bright red ass and clutched it tight before pushing the tip of my cock into her. My fingers dug into her flesh, further bruising her ass cheeks.
I always desired leaving my prints on bodies I had used.
“That feels so good, Master.” Her tits bounced before they skimmed across the sheets underneath her as I offered her more of my length.
“Just good?” I grabbed her hips with force and pushed my cock deep into her. My balls struck against her clit, and her wetness poured all over my cock. “Just good isn’t enough, slut.” I grabbed the back of her neck and pushed my fingers deep into her skin, till her tears and mascara spread all over the creamy white sheets.
“No, Master. It’s more than just good,” she whimpered, quaking underneath me.
Her pussy clenched and tightened around my throbbing cock as she spoke. With every thrust into her wetness, my eyes drugged further with lust and the need to have more.
I couldn’t get enough.
Never.
My palms groped underneath and over her breasts. Her back arched and sweat dripped from her forehead as I grabbed them and pulled her close to my chest while I fucked her from the back. Her ass slapped against my abdomen along with the wetness, creating a melody that I wanted to hear for the rest of my life.
As I pulled her up to me, I wrapped my hand around her throat and breathed heavily over her collarbone. “Whose slut are you?” I questioned, nipping her skin and thrusting into her at the same time. Her body withered every time my cock ran deep into her gaping hole.
“Yours, Master,” she cried, unable to take anymore.
But I wasn’t done.
I gave her a soft slap over her breast before taking her nipple between my fingers and twisting till her cunt tightened around my cock. Her face turned red with the urge to finish. Something I didn’t enjoy granting to anyone.
It had been hours of fucking her and yet, she wasn’t allowed to cum, not until I wanted her to. It was a game of desperation. She tried everything and failed. Her pussy remained wet, creating enough lubrication for me to go for several rounds. I had the need to finish and call it a night, but there wasn’t much fun in doing that.
“Please, Master, I can’t hold it anymore.”
“Yes, you can.” I ran my mouth across her earlobe and neck. Her eyes shut tight and a few more tears dripped from them.
I lifted my hands away from her sore breasts and pushed her back down on the bed roughly. A loud gasp left her lips before she turned her head. Her face was covered with her hair, and I took no pleasure in moving it aside.
Needy, desperate, horny—that was all mortal beings were.
They had no purpose in life other than to fuck and be fucked and create a whole other generation of themselves.
I settled my grip over her ass cheeks once more before going wild and grounding her to the bed. She barely breathed while my cock stretched and tore her cunt, taking her into another release she was dying for.
As her pussy spasmed, I finished inside her. A few scattered breaths left from her lungs before a smile spread across her face, a smile of pleasure. I ran my thumb over her wet, parted lips, storing a memory of her face before I lowered my hand to her throat and tightened my fingers around it. She grabbed my wrist as I applied a bit more pressure. With a little struggle, her neck snapped and she took her last breath before she died.
A few seconds passed, I watched the clock carefully, counting every second before the door burst open and Xander rushed into my room, “Another one?” His eyes were wide as he glanced at the body resting on my bed.
I lifted myself off her dead body and grabbed a towel, before wrapping it around my torso. “At least she got her pleasure.” I licked my lips and gave myself a few seconds to adjust my breathing.
When I glanced at the woman on my bed, I found her legs still apart and the scent of wetness emanating in the air. Poor her. I couldn’t give her another day to live. She had lived for long thirty years and had spent the past two years with me. It was enough for her. Her last moments were of happiness, pure pleasure.
That was all that mattered after all.
“It’s disgusting, Lucifer.” My brother barged further into my room without my consent and covered the woman with the sheets over the bed. “How long are you going to do this? This is the sixth one you have killed in the past week. Are you losing your mind?”
“For as long as I want to.” I grinned before glancing at myself in the mirror and taking a good look of what I had become. “I get bored quickly. Though, she was one of my favorites, but I grew tired of her and killed her. What else should I do? Let them live? They serve no purpose, brother. Mortal beings are stupid, and they deserve to die.” I could continue with ranting forever, but I was sure Xander was tired of hearing the same thing over and over again.
No matter how many times I tried to explain to him, he could never understand. He had sympathy for mortal beings, while I didn’t.
Xander opened his mouth to say something, but he quickly closed it and walked away from the bed. A few raging breaths left his nostrils before he said, “Father isn’t happy.”
I spun around and faced him, “Do you think I care?”
“You should.”
“I don’t.” I rolled my eyes and walked into my closet to pull out a fresh pair of clothes. I required a shower, but I still had the urge to bring another woman and fuck her. “I couldn’t care about Father, or what he thinks about me.”
“You have to change!” Xander whined, just like he always did every time he came to my place. It was usual of Father to send him to check up on me every now and then. He had been overstaying, as he was supposed to leave two days ago. My straight act finished three days ago when I grew tired of his existence.
“I don’t have to change, Xander!” I yelled back at him with the same tone he used upon me. “I was banished. I don’t have to change for anyone—not for you, not for Father, not for anyone else. I’m like this—” While clutching my shirt in my fist, I spread my arms and continued, “I’m a man-whore, I’ll continue doing what I’m best at and that’s fucking and then killing women. You have a problem? Deal with it. I enjoy my life, I enjoy these women, so please leave me alone.”
“You’re destroying this world,” he whispered. “Taking lives left and right. It’s wrong, Lucifer.” The dark-golden light shadowed his face as he stepped forward towards me with a hint of fury behind his words.
“Well, it’s not my fault. Father should’ve thought about it before banishing me here for the rest of eternity. I’m going to enjoy it as I please and nothing is going to stop me, so you should return and clear up the facts.” I didn’t move. A pulse over my forehead throbbed in anger and I gritted my teeth to regain control before I lost it.
This wasn’t the first time Xander came here to stop me.
It was nearly four years ago when I was banished from hell and thrown into the mortal world, just because I had caused some unwanted troubles. I couldn’t return to hell, nor could I ever see my family unless they wanted to visit me here. It had been four years since I had last seen Father.
Though, Xander came every now and then, forcing me to stop, slandering me in every way possible and taunting me whenever he had the time to do so.
I had no family here.
No one.
Nothing.
When I began doing what I was best at, the creatures of hell began getting pissed.
Being the devil I was, I could mind control anyone and use my gifted powers whenever I wanted to. Upon reaching here, I opened a small brothel that soon expanded to a big one and did everything wrong. I wanted mortals to sin and sin for the rest of their lives, without ever repenting. I wanted to show my father he had done wrong by pushing me out of hell and banishing me. It was all about revenge until I dissolved into one of the most beautiful creations—mortal women.
Then, it was all about sex and blood.
I forgot about taking revenge and instead fulfilled fantasies of all those women that walked into my brothel seeking for something they couldn’t find anywhere—the devil.
“You are going to change one day. This all will stop one day, and that day isn’t far. I’m warning you, Lucifer,” my brother said while waving his hand and fingers in the air, trying to prove a point.
I gave him another eye roll and waited for him to leave.
I was never going to change.
Nothing was ever going to control me.
