𝑀olock raised his gaze, taking in Lucifer’s powerful and magnificent appearance. His black shoulder length hair hung just above his shoulders; combed back off his forehead. His bare torso presented a muscular 6’8 physique and ancient Enochian symbols running down both sides of his neck, shoulders, back and chest; all blending together in an artistic pattern. I guess you could consider the tattooed art God’s personal brand? A pendant hung from his neck on a black cord. A black cloth wrapped around his waist and was tattered at the hems as it trailed behind him. He truly was the most beautiful ArchJinn; his features were carved as if sculpted. Staring down at him, his red demonic eyes sent shivers with his piercing gaze.
Lilith, resembling the half-breed that attracted Molock’s attention, strolled over laying on Lucifer’s bed to the left of the chamber, placed in an alcove set back against the cavern. Her figure-hugging black dress trailed behind her, while slits revealed her upper thighs. She fiddled with the hem of her tattered skirt, observing the conversation, as well as the two gorgeous men before her.
“Answer me, Molock!” Lucifer ordered; his voice echoed through Molock’s mind in an unsettling manner atop his verbal words, “And stand when you speak to me!”
Molock frowned then stood, staring into his Master’s red eyes.
“I’ve been...busy...my Lord. Collecting many souls, per your request.” Molock answered carefully, “It isn’t easy, much less quick work. Surely you know that. And...since you requested a stag and boars for your feast, they were difficult to come by this time around. Hunters are in abundance for it is now their hunting season.”
“Mm. Yes, I’m aware.” Lucifer squinted his red eyes, “Is that it?”
“My Lord?” Molock questioned.
“You’re not a simpleton, Sumerian.” Lucifer snapped sharply in agitation, “Is that it?”
Molock cleared his throat, beginning to play his cards smoothly and carefully.
“What sort of answer were you looking for, my Lord?” Molock returned the sharp tone.
Lilith skimmed through fruit piled next to the bed on a golden tray and choosing a ripe plum that appealed to her appetite, she watched her lover and his soldier; her teeth sunk into the juicy fruit.
“Perhaps you can tell me what else has been taking up your time that I gave freely? And don’t…” Lucifer held his left hand in protest, “even think...about lying to me again. For you see, soldier…” he snapped his fingers and Molock stood frozen unable to move his body; his eyes were all that moved, “I know your work. It’s quick and precise, but lately, Lilith has told me that you’ve been a little...what’s the word?” he glanced in her direction, “preoccupied with something else. And up there, of all things?” his tone sounded disgusted with humanity.
Molock briefly glanced toward Lilith, who gave a wave of intimidation before finishing her fruit.
“Has she now?” Molock spoke telepathically for attempting to speak verbally was halted for the hold Lucifer held on him, “But has she also told you that she too, has the same interests?”
Lucifer flicked his left eyebrow in curiosity then turned his head slowly in her direction; the motion was eerie to observe in her eyes.
She threw the plum’s seed aside as she crawled off the bed, sitting on its ledge.
“Is what he says true, Lilith?” Lucifer’s tone wasn’t to be messed with or challenged.
“He’s making it sound like something that it isn’t.” Lilith argued cautiously, “He’s a trickster, my love...you can’t believe anything he says.”
“As were you, once...from what I remember.” Lucifer revealed, pertaining to her past in the Garden of Eden by tricking Adam to learn the truth of their creation, “And the best still.” he approached the bed, standing in front of her; his red eyes leering upon the petite woman.
She raised her gaze taking in his 6’8 frame, gulping lightly for she knew she too had to play her cards carefully or she’d wind up in The Cage or worse.
“You didn’t answer me...either of you! And you know I don’t ask twice!” Lucifer affirmed then turned away from Lilith who sighed in relief as he returned his attention upon the Sumerian.
“You want to know?” Molock spoke, “Look into my mind and you will see.” he confronted the Devil himself; stupidly but bravely, “But don’t think less of me, my Lord for what you see.” he referred (or covered the truth) to wanting to visit his creation upon the Earthly realm; the Demons of the arcane.
Lucifer squinted his eyes, then grabbing hold of Molock’s head with his massive hands that could squeeze the Sumerian’s skull with only one, was ready to peek through the Sumerian’s mind but staring into the mans’ red eyes, he paused a moment knowing that if the man standing before him had something to hide, wouldn’t allow his Lord to see such images. He grinned then released his hold but kept his grasp upon Molock’s thick hair, pulling his head back into an arched position. Leaning in, he whispered in Molock’s ear,
“Just remember, Molock...you might be a challenge for me in a lot of ways, but you of all beings should know that when or if something is given, it can easily be taken away. Much like your freedom which is something I have never given a single Demon in our world.” he released his hand and when doing so, the frozen stature Molock was locked in, broke as he fell to the ground.
Molock knew Lucifer would easily take away all that he’s been given. He huffed as he knelt on his knees combing his hair back with one swipe of his hands backwards. Staring at the ArchJinn, he knew he had to be extra cautious now, for eyes would be watching his every move and there were quite a few Demons that would jump at the chance to bring him down; Asmodeous and Mephostapholes were among them.
“Is that all...my Lord?” Molock groaned.
“For now.” Lucifer quickly turned to him in an elegant manner, “You’re dismissed.” he waved his hand; the doors to his chambers swung open violently.
Molock stood adjusting his belt and tunic then leered in Lilith’s direction, tilting his head in great distaste and disappointment. As Lucifer stood with his back toward them but listening in on their thoughts, Molock took his right hand, scribbling something in the air; the words appearing on Lilith’s upper right thigh in a painful sting.
She concealed the squeak as she scratched the beds’ bedding. Glancing down, she read the words offering a warning that if she dared tried anything like that; her trickery or attempt to deflect the blame, in the names of all the Demons in Hell, Molock would make sure she’d pay the price for her treachery while suffering any or all personal costs. She gulped then glanced in Molock’s direction but he had ventured from the chamber. Covering her leg with her tattered skirt, her eyes nervously scanned the chambers.
Lucifer sat in the large chair in deep contemplation then summoned his concubine forward. She stood to her feet, walking toward him and standing before her lover, the ArchJinn’s eyes scanned her form.
“You wouldn’t lie to me, Lilith...would you?” Lucifer threatened.
“No, my love.” she ascended the two steps toward the chair, “You know I would never.” her hands laid on his knees before slowly moving up his thighs before caressing his lower stomach then chest as she straddled him once more, “You know there’s no one but you, my Lord and I may be trapped here for eternity but I know a good thing when I have it.”
"And what’s that?” he pulled her head back by grabbing her hair that was braided loosely.
“Love.” she moaned, feeling his claws beginning to scrape her scalp.
“Love!?” Lucifer snapped releasing his grasp, “You know that’s a sin in this world. No one can love here.”
“Well, maybe not love…” she released her hair from the braid as it hung long down her back and shoulders, “but at least pleasure, no?”
Lucifer’s hands moved along her waist, up her back and around her shoulders before tightening around her throat over an elaborate choker that was her obedience collar; squeezing tightly. He leaned his head in close, taking in her scent and threatened,
“If you think I lay with you because I love you, you’re highly mistaken! You satisfy me greatly, yes, but I still don’t trust you, nor the affections of a woman. You can be replaced with any whore in this place; maybe one you’ve personally trained. What do you think of that?” he breathed in her face, “You think you can use your sexual tricks and talents to distract me, but I get bored quickly so perhaps it’s time for a new woman to rule by my side.”
Lilith gasped for his grip grew tighter. Loosening it slightly he allowed her to mutter in a raspy tone,
“If that’s your wish, who am I to stop you? But if you think...any of them can be trusted with the secrets I’ve overheard or schemes you’ve plotted, I must say you’ll be disappointed. All those whores you say I’ve personally trained, were given to and are loyal to those here who wish to take your throne from you. So, my Lord…” she straightened her head looking deep into his red eyes with her own, “still think I can be replaced?” she released a low hiss like a snake as a tail slithered its way out from beneath her skirt with an arrowhead shaped stinger; it flicked slow in agitation and anger.
Lucifer squinted his eyes once more then released his grip as he leaned back in the chair with a heavy flop. Scrunching his full lips into a frown, it quickly faded as a grin was put in its place. Gently reaching for her hands, they interlocked fingers as he pulled her in close, then leaned his head against her neck beginning to take advantage of her vulnerability when it came to him.
“You’re brave, my love…” Lucifer’s voice whispered in her, “foolish, but brave and that…” he nudged his head against hers as her eyes scanned the wall behind the chair, “is why you’re mine and you will tell me what plans the others have against me!” he pushed himself from the chair and carrying her to the bed, well...you can imagine the events that took place next.
Hours later, Lilith awoke to find Lucifer in a rare moment of slumber. She laid alongside him, studying his perfect profile then gently slid from the bed. Dressing quickly she slipped from his chamber. Standing outside leaning her head against the door, she sighed heavily knowing her position was at risk. Adjusting the bodice of her dress and fluffing her hair, she strolled down the corridor with bare feet that sizzled as she strolled along. Demons of all ranks and creations reached out their hands to touch her but she threw them backwards with her fiery Aura that burned or killed them. She also struck or strangled with her long demonic tail that held a deadly poison. She wasn’t a warrior so that, along with her demonic claws that extend, was her only defense. Some of the vile creatures followed all the way to her chambers and once inside, her barrier blocked them access but she watched as they bounced against the invisible force, over and over in an attempt to get to her. Ransacking her chambers, throwing things from their place, she hated the circumstances of her existence, even though she knew what she signed up for, becoming the Queen of Hell and Lucifer’s. Standing in place she held her hands to her throat where the choker took on its natural appearance; an iron obedience collar like an animal. She winced as the iron alloy burnt against her skin. She screamed; erupting in her demonic Aura, singeing everything within her chamber.
“F*ck me!” she cursed.
“Apparently they all do…” a mans’ voice appeared behind her.
Turning around, there stood Molock but only visible to her eyes.
“What are you doing here?” she argued, turning toward the entrance where Demons and creatures continued pounding against the barrier, “They’ll see you here!”
“I’m not really here, Lilith.” Molock mocked.
“Then why are you here?” she folded her arms.
Molock stood with his hand on the hilt of a Scimitar sword that hung off his belt in its sheath; blade almost the same length as his upper thigh. He shifted his feet, then offered another warning that not only sent chills down her spine, but a plan that would rid them both of the ArchJinn; a plan that if revealed in the open, would only make her and the other Princes of Hell look guilty.
“Hmm…” Lilith smiled.