Deal With The Devil
Murder
He’d waltzed in like the king of the swingers, fedora hat tipped low across his brow and a pair of glinting brown eyes that surveyed the club like it was the target for his next kill. Shadows wanted him to find one certain person, that one girl he’d craved to take to his bed for years. Gates was going to have his fun with her before Shadows even got a taste- he would spend as long as he liked here on mortal soil and do whatever he damn well pleased before he had to return his job and the box like world that was Hell.
He’d leaned across the bar, tipping his hat to the bartender and slipped a hundred dollar bill across the counter, telling the astonished man to keep the change, hand him a Jack and tell him which one of the gorgeous vixens was Cherry Pie, otherwise known as Hurricane Aldren.
Her sins had been so deliciously evil, he couldn’t help but lick his lips at the idea of getting off on her, especially with her red lips around his dick. The bartender had pointed out the girl on the stage with the head of flaming red hair- who looked so seductive twirling around and moving to the rhythm on the stage. Each man had his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he stared at her.
Peasants, he’d thought to himself.
He’d waited patiently until she’d stepped down from the stage, collecting her tips from the men in the booths, none of whom had the energy to actually chase her down. But before she could disappear behind the stage doors, he was behind her, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into his body, his teeth biting softly down on her neck. In his hand he held $500, a lot more than any of these idiots had in their wallets. He heard her gasp as she took the money from his hand and turned around, stuffing the bills in between her cleavage.
“What can I do for you, sir?” she’d asked, placing her gloved hands on his shoulders and waiting for him to take complete control. For that amount of money she would do almost anything.
“Take me to Booth Number 3 and let me see what you’re hiding under your skirt, slut” he’d muttered back to her, smirking when a coarse shiver ran down her spine. He loved when they were submissive.
“Of course” she’d replied, taking his hand and dragging him over to the private booths, something that would soon become their regular spot
“Wake up my little She-Devil. It’s time for your first lesson”
Synyster grinned when he saw just how responsive she had become to him now that he’d turned her into a real demon. Shadows would never get back the woman he was apparently in love with, because now that woman belonged to him and she would never go back to the life of goodness she had lead with the man who called himself the Devil.
Slowly, she got to her knees, the first thing he had taught her to do in his presence last night and looked up at him with a strange adoration in her eyes.
“Good morning, Master. How may I please you today?”
He smiled, undoing his belt and pants, never taking his eyes away from her. He had made no mistake the first time he had found her in that little club on the mortal soil, but now- he wanted her lips around his dick, just like old times.
“Suck my dick, darling. Then…we start plans for the murder of my father”
***
Shadows hadn’t slept a wink all night- instead he’d chosen to pace and to mutter under his breath all the horrible things he was going to do to Synyster when he finally got his hands on that good for nothing demon. He knew nothing of Hurricane, or how a woman like her deserved to be treated- and if he hadn’t already beaten her, he was sure that he’d done something to manipulate her. It was his wife, for Gods’ sakes why couldn’t Syn just give up the chase?
He’d already been banished to another kingdom for the sake of his father and the rest of the underworld. Why did he want Hurricane? And more importantly- what was he planning to do with her.
He’d sent a messenger to out to find out what was really happening to Hurricane, and where Synyster had taken her, yet after hours of waiting the little man still hadn’t returned. Either someone had discovered who he was and killed him, or he’d been captured by Gates yet again. The man seemed to have a tendency for doing those kinds of things.
Suddenly, the door to the mansion was smashed open and the sound of rough ragged pants and heavy intakes of breath filled the house. It was the sound of his messenger, and Shadows ran down to help the man, helping him up to his knees.
“What is it man? What did you find out?” he urged, hoping to get some information before the man collapsed on the carpet.
“Syn he…he…gave Hurricane the…Evil Potion…she’s turned into a…a…demon. He’s planning…two murders…First one…Silas” was all the man managed to say before he collapsed from sheer exhaustion on the floor, but it was enough to make his eyes widen in horror and his legs letting him bolt out of the door as fast as they would carry him. He had to get to Silas before it was too late- before the man who had let him fall into power left the afterlife forever.
There was only a specific way to kill demons. Demons could of course, kill other demons, with a sword that had been passed down through generations- but had always been part of Silas’ personal collection of weapons. If someone got hold of that and plunged the dagger right into his heart, the devil would be no more.
Silas’ mansion was in sight, and as Shadows neared it, he could see that the large door had already been ripped off of it’s hinges by some sort of superhuman strength that not even he could muster. Though he had the speed- his image did nothing for the strength he claimed to have.
He didn’t make a noise as he ran through the house, pausing when he heard shouts from the drawing room. That must have been where Silas was, and where Synyster would be with the sword, ready to kill his father. Taking a sharp turn, he hurtled down the corridor to the drawing room and fell into the room, roaring at the figure to stop.
But Synyster was not there. Instead, Hurricane stood with the sword plunged deep into Silas’ heart, his cold body on the wooden floor. Her eyes burned a blood red. She was one of them now.
“Hello…Matthew”
He’d leaned across the bar, tipping his hat to the bartender and slipped a hundred dollar bill across the counter, telling the astonished man to keep the change, hand him a Jack and tell him which one of the gorgeous vixens was Cherry Pie, otherwise known as Hurricane Aldren.
Her sins had been so deliciously evil, he couldn’t help but lick his lips at the idea of getting off on her, especially with her red lips around his dick. The bartender had pointed out the girl on the stage with the head of flaming red hair- who looked so seductive twirling around and moving to the rhythm on the stage. Each man had his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he stared at her.
Peasants, he’d thought to himself.
He’d waited patiently until she’d stepped down from the stage, collecting her tips from the men in the booths, none of whom had the energy to actually chase her down. But before she could disappear behind the stage doors, he was behind her, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into his body, his teeth biting softly down on her neck. In his hand he held $500, a lot more than any of these idiots had in their wallets. He heard her gasp as she took the money from his hand and turned around, stuffing the bills in between her cleavage.
“What can I do for you, sir?” she’d asked, placing her gloved hands on his shoulders and waiting for him to take complete control. For that amount of money she would do almost anything.
“Take me to Booth Number 3 and let me see what you’re hiding under your skirt, slut” he’d muttered back to her, smirking when a coarse shiver ran down her spine. He loved when they were submissive.
“Of course” she’d replied, taking his hand and dragging him over to the private booths, something that would soon become their regular spot
“Wake up my little She-Devil. It’s time for your first lesson”
Synyster grinned when he saw just how responsive she had become to him now that he’d turned her into a real demon. Shadows would never get back the woman he was apparently in love with, because now that woman belonged to him and she would never go back to the life of goodness she had lead with the man who called himself the Devil.
Slowly, she got to her knees, the first thing he had taught her to do in his presence last night and looked up at him with a strange adoration in her eyes.
“Good morning, Master. How may I please you today?”
He smiled, undoing his belt and pants, never taking his eyes away from her. He had made no mistake the first time he had found her in that little club on the mortal soil, but now- he wanted her lips around his dick, just like old times.
“Suck my dick, darling. Then…we start plans for the murder of my father”
***
Shadows hadn’t slept a wink all night- instead he’d chosen to pace and to mutter under his breath all the horrible things he was going to do to Synyster when he finally got his hands on that good for nothing demon. He knew nothing of Hurricane, or how a woman like her deserved to be treated- and if he hadn’t already beaten her, he was sure that he’d done something to manipulate her. It was his wife, for Gods’ sakes why couldn’t Syn just give up the chase?
He’d already been banished to another kingdom for the sake of his father and the rest of the underworld. Why did he want Hurricane? And more importantly- what was he planning to do with her.
He’d sent a messenger to out to find out what was really happening to Hurricane, and where Synyster had taken her, yet after hours of waiting the little man still hadn’t returned. Either someone had discovered who he was and killed him, or he’d been captured by Gates yet again. The man seemed to have a tendency for doing those kinds of things.
Suddenly, the door to the mansion was smashed open and the sound of rough ragged pants and heavy intakes of breath filled the house. It was the sound of his messenger, and Shadows ran down to help the man, helping him up to his knees.
“What is it man? What did you find out?” he urged, hoping to get some information before the man collapsed on the carpet.
“Syn he…he…gave Hurricane the…Evil Potion…she’s turned into a…a…demon. He’s planning…two murders…First one…Silas” was all the man managed to say before he collapsed from sheer exhaustion on the floor, but it was enough to make his eyes widen in horror and his legs letting him bolt out of the door as fast as they would carry him. He had to get to Silas before it was too late- before the man who had let him fall into power left the afterlife forever.
There was only a specific way to kill demons. Demons could of course, kill other demons, with a sword that had been passed down through generations- but had always been part of Silas’ personal collection of weapons. If someone got hold of that and plunged the dagger right into his heart, the devil would be no more.
Silas’ mansion was in sight, and as Shadows neared it, he could see that the large door had already been ripped off of it’s hinges by some sort of superhuman strength that not even he could muster. Though he had the speed- his image did nothing for the strength he claimed to have.
He didn’t make a noise as he ran through the house, pausing when he heard shouts from the drawing room. That must have been where Silas was, and where Synyster would be with the sword, ready to kill his father. Taking a sharp turn, he hurtled down the corridor to the drawing room and fell into the room, roaring at the figure to stop.
But Synyster was not there. Instead, Hurricane stood with the sword plunged deep into Silas’ heart, his cold body on the wooden floor. Her eyes burned a blood red. She was one of them now.
“Hello…Matthew”
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11/18/14