Shepherd of Fire

I had been caught in a dark sea of a nightmare. My worst fears swam around me: not sexually enjoying pain anymore but only feeling pain; Shadows leaving me--abandoning me in Heaven; Him murdering Andro in front of me; forgiving Synyster and taking him back under His wing and casting me aside; no longer having my mind talents.

When I finally emerged from the dark fog, I was sprawled out on our bed. I glanced around to find Him pacing the room, big arms folded across His naked chest, and chewing nervously at His lip ring. When I groaned, He hurried over.
I shed a few tears and He wiped them away as I sat up in bed.

"Are you alright?" His hand moved over my hair. I nodded, sniffling. He immediately leaned in and kissed my lips, comforting me.
We were both a deep, glowing red just beneath the skin.

"How bad was it, darling?"

Again, with the pet names that made my heart melt. I smiled shyly, "Don't worry about me, honey, I'm fine." I wasn't about to worry Him about what He had done to me.

"Diem, I had to carry you in my arms in here, that was an hour ago. You can't tell me you're fine." He held me tighter.
"There will be an adjustment period, Shads. It doesn't mean I'm not okay," My eyes raised to His once more, "When can I be with you again?" I traced a finger over His lips, "You were so amazing."
He pulled my hand away from His face and held them in His, smiling--clearly shocked, "We'll see how you feel in the morning, D."

I suddenly remembered what He had said right before he came earlier. Had He said it only because He thought I might die?

He was climbing into bed with me and turning down the lights. When He wrapped me in a strong arm, I turned to Him, "Devil, did I satisfy you?"
His dimples appeared again, melting me into Him, "More than you could ever know, Diem."

I smiled lazily before my gaze darkened, "Is Synyster still alive?"
"Oh, yes, dear. I took him down from the cross myself while you were sleeping. I made sure they kept him alive. You didn't think I'd let him die without you getting to decide his fate, did you?"
Fuck, He was more than I could ever hope for.

I woke up to hot kisses being nuzzled into my neck and a large hand gripping at my hip. Satan's dark chorus whispered lustily in my ear, "You've cooled quite a bit since last night, darling. Wake up. I need you. Now."
His words sent chills down my spine. I curled my fingers back into his long hair as I immediately moistened. I couldn't believe I got to be with Him again already. Despite the nightmares, I couldn't wait. Kneeing my legs apart, He slipped all the way into me from behind. I inhaled sharply as the heat of his body hit me. His arm slid around my waist to hold me in place as He pumped harder into me. Lips sucked into my neck as I moaned louder and louder. When I came He just got harder and thrusted deeper, not letting up but giving in and letting go. Images of death and destruction, evil and hate flowed under my skin and I just let them sink in. As I arched back into Him, He cupped my breast roughly.
"Diem, I love how you--take me--"
"Shadows--darling--"
His hips snapped punishingly, but I absolutely loved it. My cries were loud and tears once again appeared on my cheeks, but I only wanted more--more of Him, more of that glorious body.
The nightmarish flashes sped up and I could feel He was close. I screamed into orgasm and pulled His finish into me--immediately blacking out into the dark other side as my nightmare came to life.

I fought back--refusing to be sucked into the place where all that's wrong was right. Forcing my eyes open, I was back in bed--my lover still inside me.

The Devil turned me to Him, slipping out of me, and kissed me fervently, "Baby, you're okay."
I nodded, smiling.
"I apologize--you just drive me so insane with want, and now that I've had you..." His forehead rested against mine, "Oh, Diem, we are going to have such deviant fun together. Fuck. I could spend the next millenia just fucking you non-stop."

I groaned at His passionate words. He kissed me again, holding my jaw in His hands.
"Tomorrow night I announce you as mine. How would you like a masquerade, darling?"

Grinning at the very idea, all I could imagine was those gorgeous eyes peeking at me through a mask as those dimples poked out from underneath.


We spent the day making preparations, together, in the massive Throne Room. Up to this point, the most time we had spent together was in bed. Seeing Him outside His chambers only made me fall for Him harder. He was demanding and confident and always seemed to know exactly what He wanted and how to get it--but I guess that's what happens after running Hell for all of time.
Except for whenever He turned to me. Then His seriously calm face would break into that world-ending grin and His eyes would turn green and He'd grab my hand in His--making my heart melt.

Love was a funny thing in Hell. The humans and angels had all been conned into thinking Hell was an awful place where only terror reigned. Good and evil was really quite a farce. To me, it seemed more like fun and well, square. Security was how Heaven really got souls. I imagine there was a certain amount of pleasantness in being boring--calling something 'love' that really faded over time but that was guaranteed to be there forever. Knowing one had family and friends, even if one never drank, never partied, never fucked around, never got angry or passionate. There were no guarantees in Hell--Synyster proved that by betraying the One and Only--save one: fun. Oh, and the constant heartbreak of demons betraying one another, which happened all the time.

Therefore, I'd never felt love before. I'd been infatuated with the Devil my whole life, but now it blossomed into something that was truly frightening, and felt deeply incredible.

Half way through dinner, Shadows tucked a hair behind my ear. I snapped out of the outer space I'd been staring into.
"Diem, what is it?" His deep voice rang with concern. I guess the look on my face and given it away. Despite my amazing day with Him, I'd somehow gotten distracted thinking of my rape. My eyelashes fell.

"Please, Diem. Fight him, he doesn't deserve you." He stood up and offered me His hand, "Come. Seeing how he is right now will make you feel better."

I placed my hand in His and before I knew what was happening, He'd thrown me onto His back for a piggyback ride. I grinned into His neck as I held on. His body was enormous and how He effortlessly threw me around was so sexy.

Satan carried me down a dank, spiraling staircase to the Dungeon. There were many smaller cells around a larger one in the middle, and hallways everywhere that also had cells that disappeared for miles. The screams of both the damned and the innocent echoed through the place. And in the larger chamber sat Synyster Gates.

Shadows opened the lock and stayed back as I slowly walked up to the demon that was chained to the cylinder of rock in the center of the space. His matted, dirty black hair hung over his bruised and cut face. Formerly so beautiful, I found it now repulsive.
The Dark One was right--I immediately felt better. I stood over Gates and laughed before straddling his lap. When I forced his chin up so he'd look at me, he attempted to get out of grasp, but only had the strength to let his head fall back against the cold rock, his broken eyes meeting mine.

"D--I'm so s--"

I pushed a finger to his cracked lips, "You don't get to apologize to me, Synyster. You never will. But you know what you will get to always do?" I grabbed his jaw with one hand and reached down with the other to grab his crotch before biting out, "Watch. Us. Fuck."

When I stood and turned, my love was already striding across the space to me--a dark look in His eyes and a wonderful smirk on His face. Wrapping me in His arms, He crushed me into a passionate kiss.

"Diem. Fuck me."

With a snap of His fingers, there was a plush, small bed in the large cell. I climbed up His body and held on as He fell back on it. I wished my pants away, but left His jeans on as I scrambled to unbutton them. Shadows put both hands behind His head, grinning up at me as His biceps flexed. I palmed His erection when it sprung free and guided it into me. I slowly sank down every inch, swimming in the sea of ecstasy that crashed into me.

"Fuck, baby, I'll never get used to how good you feel--" He arched back and grabbed at the silk and I gasped. Seeing Him like this was just as glorious as the feeling of Him filling me.

As the heat radiated inside my core, I started riding Him relentlessly. He'd never seen me like this, and I relished in how much He was clearly enjoying Himself. I cupped my breasts before sensually moving my hands into my hair, moaning loudly as his large cock made me come.

When I didn't stop, I could hear Him groan and grunt underneath me.
"D--you gotta slow down, baby--" His hands now gripped harshly into my hips. His fingers were so hot they singed my flesh, which just made me go harder.
I leaned over and captured His open, pleading lips in mine, "I want to, Devil. Let me make you come." I sat back and went back to riding Him fast and hard. The darkness that was the dancing with His demons began as He got closer to His climax. I screamed into another finish before He roared into His--wincing and bucking up into me.

Unfortunately, this time it was too much, and I blacked out again--swallowed by His nightmare.

Notes

*pants* holy fuck.

Masquerade next. Literally, dancing dead.