Shepherd of Fire

I watched Him play around on the floor with our son that now looked like a four year old human baby. James took a lot after me--having lots of black hair now to go with his crystal blue eyes. His Father had fashioned protectors for his little horns after he started tearing everything up in his path, including himself. He was an odd child. For such a young demon, he'd ask the oddest questions and reply in the oddest of sentences. Unable to handle how many questions he asked or how fast he was growing, we threw him at all the best demon scholars for the day.

Once he was gone, Satan took my hand in His as we flashed back to our chambers, "Diem, I'd like to go on an intense mission with you. I have...interesting needs, sometimes."
I ran my fingers through His long hair, "Anything, my King."
"I want to watch you murder an angel. And not just any angel. One of the Senate." He watched me to gauge my reaction.
I gazed back, "That could start a war."
"We're always at war, Diem. You know that. We'll take a Legion to Purgatory and that will force the Senate's hand. Then we'll fight side by side until you find one you want to kill."
Satan sure knew how to have a great time, "Absolutely. Can I bring Andro? She's a great fighter."
"Sure. If that's what you want. And, wear your best armor, even though you don't really need it." His deep dimples told me He just wanted to see me dressed up as a soldier.

With a snap of His magical fingers, we stood on a rocky battlefield--the sky overhead thundering and lightning in sometimes red and sometimes blue flashes. When I turned to look at Him, I completely lost focus on our mission. As always, He stood tall and confident--his broad shoulders covered in armor as well as his chest--a fiery serpent emblazoned on the front. His strong calves were sheathed in greaves and pleated leather hung to just above His knees. In His hand was the longest sword I'd ever seen, glowing red.

I arched a brow at Him. Symbolism was a little....thick.

In response to my noticing his phallic sword, He curved His shoulders inward--large black dragon like wings springing out of His back. They were beautiful--webbed and featherless. I knew He only brought them out in battle with angels--showing off the fact that He was the first Fallen, that He had wings just like all the angels. He made an impressively massive image and I tried to refocus on the expansive plain in front of us.

Behind us, a century of demons stood ready for battle. Andromachae stood among them, Synyster next to her. I sported my best armor, and held the sword I always used--a short broadsword named Nex, a Latin word for Death. It had been made when I was made, just for me. Nex was indestructible and burned black like my hair--and helped me enjoy the natural instinct of pleasure through killing.
Based on the reaction I could see in His eyes that He was doing His best to hide, He found me just as distracting as I did Him.

We didn't have to wait long before a blinding white light hit the expansive wasteland and there were a hundred angels standing there in white armor that glinted in the dark light of Purgatory.

"Don't come any closer, Satan." A deep voice boomed across the space and I barely made out that it came from Michael the Archangel, though his lips never moved, as he stood in the very front of his army, sword up in both hands--ready to strike.
Shadows narrowed His eyes and spoke in the same way back at the archangel--lips never moving, but the sound echoing through space, "I've come for one of your Senate. Hand one over and no other angels must die."

"You know I will never allow that, Devil."

"Then say your prayers, 'cause I ain't leaving here without one." Without hesitation, the Dark Lord commanded His legion forward and we charged at the beings in flashy white.

For the next hour, screaming and death filled the air. I struck, and killed, and cut, and sliced--constantly keeping an eye out for the breastplates of the Senate. I had forgotten just how glorious battle could be. The destruction and fear seeped into my soul and the more angelic blood was on my hands, the more I craved it. Even their blood was innocent and every time it splattered onto me, the natural high intensified.

Once they fought to one another, Michael and Shadows were in a showdown. Neither would ever be able to kill the other, but they could keep their enemy from fighting the battle and killing others.

Staring at the carnage, from across the battlefield, I saw one. And not just any Senate member.
The first tier of angels, like Michael, would never die. They simply couldn't be killed. The second tier could die, but had been around for millennia and only a handful had ever perished and their tales had disappeared into lore. Barachiel, one of the oldest of the second tier, stood fighting several around him, a white rose on his breastplate.

I cut down a path towards the Senate member and he saw me coming. Shadows saw me out of the corner of His eye and spoke an order in our language to tell His demons it was time.

Satan grabbed Michael by both wrists with one hand, and ripped at one of the white wings with the other, His sword falling to the dust along with Michael's. All His demons followed suit, and as I began fighting Barachiel, I realized we were surrounded by the angels that were left--being held by demons to watch one of their own die.

Strategically watching his moves, I moved patiently and with confidence. Barachiel laughed, his voice bright and almost happy, "You move well, young one."
I easily dodged his every move, "I may be young-to you-but I was created to be a master of all instinct. I am war. I am His Queen. And like my soul, you won't survive."
Even though he thought he saw my next move coming--at the last moment I was able to change my trajectory and plunged my sword through the angel's gut as I smiled wickedly.

Clutching Nex, his sword fell and Michael cried. Relishing in the sound, I walked up to the dying angel and shoved him back to the ground. Pulling out my sword slowly, I straddled Barachiel and licked his blood of my weapon as I closed my eyes. The innocence was so delicious--my high so intense. I reached into his wound and up into his chest, ripping his heart out through his stomach. As I raised it high, its light faded as the angel's eyes closed and his blood flowed down my up-stretched arm. Throwing his heart in the dirt, I stood up and ripped off his breastplate to keep as my trophy.

Shadows let go of Michael and shoved him away, followed by all the demons doing the same. He stalked proudly towards me and crushed my body up against His, pressing His lips to mine. His enormous wings batted at the air in one forceful stroke, rising high in the air in a show of dominance before they folded into His broad shoulders once again.


Our Throne Room was alive with revelry as we all arrived--victorious and high on angelic innocence. I held my trophy high in the air and howled, baring my teeth as the legion cheered and raised their ales in celebration.
My King already sat on His throne, glancing up at me with pride and lust in His darkening honey eyes. I'd never felt such a connection with anyone--once again assured that I was truly His, that I really had been created for Him and for Him alone.

Many ales later, I straddled the Devil's lap as He straddled a bench--sitting among His soldiers. His large arms held me to Him, now caked in dried blood, and His lips devoured my mouth as we drunkenly moved against one another. I pulled away, smiling down at Him as my fingers played with His crown of bones.

My grin widened as I sent Him a picture of Him fucking me over the dead body of Barachiel.

His dimples popped before He latched onto my neck, "Oh, Diem, you naughty demon. My Queen. I should've fucked you right then and there--in front of everyone." He growled and laughed in my ear, the deep sound making my heart flutter.

"You can fuck me now in front of everyone," I growled back, wishing away the briefs He wore under His pleated leather kilt. Snarling at me, He gripped my backside and then my underwear was gone as well. Just then, I felt a hard breastplate against my back and hands roaming down my legs.

Andromachae's voice whispered low in my ear, "Will you just fuck Him already?" I watched a sly smile tug at Shadows' lips as His eyes dragged over her and me while she straddled the bench behind me. Reaching under me, she tugged at Satan's hard shaft and His eyelids fluttered closed. Andro helped guide Him into me and soon I was fully seated in His lap--His thickness spreading me and making me shake. I leaned back against her and her lips found my neck, biting lightly across my skin as I closed my eyes and moaned. The surrounding soldiers quickly caught onto what was going down and soon we had a crowd--cheering us on as they drank and watched.

I did my best to ride Him in my drunken state, and Andro helped by holding onto my hips. Shadows leaned over my shoulder and I could hear the small noises of them kissing as He thrusted up into me. I reached one hand behind me to thread my fingers through black and blonde, bloody hair as my other hand tugged at my lover's long locks.
He grunted and snarled as our eyes snapped open to stare at one another when He pulled away from my friend. I knew He was riding the edge, so I pulled harder.
This made His eyes quickly burn red as He bared His teeth and gripped both my throat and Andro's in His strong, burning hands. His alpha maleness took over and His hips snapped up, His hot cock sending electric pulses through my body as His hand burned at my neck. His canines grew long and sharp and He plunged them into my neck--my blood dripping over the dried blood of countless others down my shoulders and back. Taken over by animal instinct, Satan continued to suck at my wound and pull at my hair as I came hard in His lap. Pulling away, baring His bloody fangs at me as our eyes met, His growl filled the room as the light hit and the nightmare swirled and His seed spilled into me.
As the cheering roared around us and I fought off the nightmare and we both came down from our release, His now hazel eyes met mine and we both knew I was expecting once again.

Notes

For whatever reason, I was able to throw in lots of lyrics in this one, which is always fun when it fits--hopefully it wasn't too forced.
I'm fairly proud of this chapter so please let me know what you liked/didn't!!!
The next couple chapter will get super crazy!