Shepherd of Fire

Shadows spent the rest of the day in the Throne Room, distracting Himself by attending to matters of the King of Hell. As Queen, I knew I should be there--but I also knew He wanted to spend some time alone. Pandora didn't seem to notice and spent the rest of the day holed away in Andy's room. Their fuck noises echoed down the hall and made me laugh.

James came out of his room to find me in the afternoon, "Mom, are they ever gonna stop??" His face had fallen in disappointment.
"Aw, honey--" I hugged around his waist and was about to try and explain, when Pandora and Andy fell out of his room--giggling and messy-haired.

His sister pounded up to James, "Jimmy, lets go start some shit! Andy says you're great to hang out with! Let's go!" She yanked at his hand and the oldest sibling's face broke out in a wide smile at feeling included again.

I smiled to myself as they ran away together. Deciding I had given my King enough time by Himself, I entered the Throne Room--donning more Queenly attire. Okay, maybe it wasn't typically Queenly, but it was who I was going to be as Queen: a warrior. Approaching in full armor and weaponry, Nex on my back, I watched as His eyes slowly raised to rake over my body. I loved that He loved me like this--a soldier--just as much as He loved me naked in His bed.
I had re-formed Barachiel's breastplate to fit me and wore it as my trophy--after turning the cross upside down. The Shepherd lifted both brows as He looked over it and me. His whole demeanor changed as He smirked and dismissed His minions that attended Him at the moment.

"Darling, you look absolutely ravishing. I love this," He stood tall up out of His throne and walked up to me with that confident strut, running His finger slowly over the cross. Slowly traipsing around so that He stood behind me, His strong hands were suddenly grabbing my waist--His lusty dark chorus in my ear, "Unfortunately, I'll have to take out my discomfort on you later, Diem. Right now I need my Queen."
I turned in question as He let go of me, "For?"
Satan folded His arms as His eyes went back to flashing red, "We are meeting with the Elite."
"Why?" I folded my arms as He paced.

"Something is wrong. I can feel it. I haven't felt this in the Elite in centuries, but I know the feeling well. One of them, or many, are about to revolt, so be prepared for a fight." When He came to a halt, He dressed Himself like me--in His full armor that I'd only gotten to see a handful of times in my life and only once up close. The breastplate that held the Serpent that moved with the Devil's soul, swam with the souls that had been eternally trapped within it.

In a flashy show of dominance, we were suddenly in the Hall of the Elite in front of the council--His wings out to show He was not to be trifled with. The Hall was enormous, all cracked, gray stone that bled through the walls any time Shadows was within them. Around the elongated, red stone table, sat the Elite--who stood upon our arrival.

There was thick tension in the air.

"What is the Queen doing here, Master?" The Champion of the council, the oldest warrior in the room named Nike, dared ask the King. Shadows slowly turned to the Champion, stalking over to him. Fingers found their way around the warrior's throat and Shadows spoke through clenched teeth.

"Because she is your Queen, Victory." He brought their faces closer as His eyes flashed, "Watch your tongue or have it cut from your head." Throwing the warrior down into his seat, His long legs carried Him back to His seat beside me. I did my best to stand my ground and seem intimidating next to His impressive figure.

The second in command to Nike spoke next, his voice booming loudly to try and get his point across.
"We, the Elite, worry that...with the birth of your children to this...Queen...your Excellency has gone soft!" He looked around the room instead of at Shadows, trying to gain support. The room responded meekly, only a few shouts supported the traitor, "Formerly harassing the streets and the world, leaving a trail of hate and evil, now you hole yourself away with your family like a domesticated HUMAN!" A few more cheers.

Silence now filled the room as everyone looked to the Devil.

Satan clenched His fists, spread His wings high, and jumped up onto the table with a thundering clap. His body seethed, eyes firing, and He wasted no time at hauling the mutineer onto the table with Him. Suddenly Shadows had a tail and as He held the now frightened Elite by his throat, the scaly, black tail wound itself up around the struggling body, into its mouth, and down its throat. The King let go of his throat, holding him up with His tail, cocked back His own arm, and plunged His fingers into the demon's eye sockets as the body started jerking--blood pouring out its mouth and eyes. Before the being could perish into non-existence, Shadows pressed His other hand to its shaking chest and pulled out the soul.

Dropping the bloody body on the table, Satan held out the soul struggling in His strong grasp to show the room.

Red eyes flaming, His voice echoed through the Hall in the evil chorus that carved a beautiful path to chaos, "Save your life by keeping whispers unsaid. There is still no mercy at the edge of my blade. WE hold the key to the throne. NOT YOU." He looked around the room to the cowering demons. He pointed back at me with His other hand, "Kneel to your Queen. Kneel to the Crown."

The Shepherd of Fire stood up and pushed the soul into his breastplate to be His guest forever. The Elite watched in horror and then all immediately fell to their knees. Shadows threw back His head and laughed darkly, His arms clenched out to His sides--the sound bouncing off the walls. Nike wrapped on the table three times before the entire Hall echoed with their chant:

"HAIL TO THE KING!!!"

Shadows took my hand in His and a second later He was crushing His mouth to mine and snaking His forked tongue into my mouth in our chambers. Satan's strong fingers burned into my flesh as he possessively grabbed at my hips. I wished His armor away as He did mine. I struggled to breathe as my hands moved over His sinewy, shining, hot shoulders. His big arms flexed around me to bring me so close to Him I could hear His heart thunder in His chest.

"Demon, you have driven me completely mad," His hot palm pressed to my cheek as His golden eyes searched my face, "I still need to punish you, but then I'll make love to you--my Eternal Queen, mother of my children. My need for you grows daily and seeing you as my soldier sets my soul on fire." His words were needy and demanding, yet somehow also soothing and passionate. I stared up into His desperate eyes as He softly asked, "Do you want my nightmare?"
My lips turned up at the ends as I nodded. I felt like it had been forever since the last time He came inside me and my skin crawled and flushed at having Him once again.
His thumb graced lightly over my bottom lip, "Do you think you could pull me into it with you? I want to experience it together."
I leaned into His hand, "I can do my best."
Shadows lips turned out into a smile before He brought them to mine. As His warm lips claimed mine, He moved us to the playroom.

Holding my chin firmly between his thumb and forefinger, Shadows spoke calmly--His face close to mine, "While I know I deserved it because it's how I acted with you, I have to punish you for pointing out my inability to deal with fucking my own daughter. I'm still getting used to the idea, but you will never taunt me again about it. So I'm going to belt you until you come and then I'll take you. Sound simple enough?"

He knew there was no reason He needed to explain Himself--just that doing so would tease me. I nodded meekly and Shadows forcefully turned me around and cuffed me to the bedposts, my knees on the mattress.

Shadows took His time picking a belt from the wall and I peeked over my shoulder to find that He'd picked a thinner belt and I bit my lower lip, in between my legs already moistening. I could hear His labored breathing already, signaling He was trying to control Himself and how turned on He was with His need to dominate me.

I waited for the crack and the sting and when it finally came, it was flat across my ass cheeks--so hard it broke the skin. I cried out and could hear Him growl behind me. The next two were achingly painful--right in a row in an 'X' across my back. The pain radiated throughout my body and made my skin hot. While I moaned in response, another cracked across my back side and I jolted--whining for more.

"More, baby, please--"
Shadows' breathing was ragged and He barely made out, "You need more? You want more?"
As I screamed out 'yes' He unleashed and four strokes landed one after the other in a zigzag pattern down my back as He grunted loudly--hitting harder with each one. Every belting built the heat between my legs and I came, screaming, with the last one--leaning back and leaking slightly down my own thighs.

The belt hit the floor and He climbed on the bed on His knees in front of me. His fiery green eyes met mine as He dragged a thumb up the inside of my thigh--coating it in my wetness before He brought it up to His forked tongue and licked it off. His eyes were dark and teasing, knowing I loved to watch what He could do with that ridiculous tongue.
Keeping His beautiful eyes on mine, Satan reached up and uncuffed me, letting me fall into His arms.

Wrapping His large hand around the back of my neck as He held me close, He spoke needily and deeply into my ear, "I need to come now, darling. It won't be long."

My Evil One laid me softly back on the bed and took me swiftly. My finish had been so final, the pain so deep, that I just lay back and moaned softly as His wonderfully thick cock moved inside me. His hot mouth found mine as He found a perfect, smooth rhythm and groaned into my kiss.

"Fuck..." He whispered, "I love taking you like this, Diem....my love...."

I watched in full appreciation of Him as He neared His release--the evidence written on His beautifully cut jawline and in His begging green eyes. Calling out for me, He thrust one last time and poured into me. I hadn't been close, but as the nightmare hit hard, I clenched and came and cried as I desperately tried to pull Him with me.

It worked, and soon He was looking down at me in awe as the nightmare swirled around us in war and hate and lust and anger and greed. Pure evil seemed to lap at our skin deliciously--edging from His soul into mine. As He stared at me, I realized it was shockingly intimate--more than anything else we'd ever done together.

"Oh, Diem, it's beautiful--"

Still inside me, He started thrusting again--His hardness not quite gone yet. The intimacy and the evil was the turn on and it made my finish quick as we clung to each other. When my body relaxed after, that's when it dissipated and He went soft--His bright eyes looking lovingly down into mine.
I smiled and reached up to play with His hair, "Of course it's beautiful, my love, it's you."


"What? That's absurd, honey." Shadows sipped His whiskey across from me at a small table on one of the decks that overlooked Hell and laughed at my suggestion, "James is too good for this life. Much too weird. He wouldn't want to go on missions."
"What makes you so sure? He only seems so innocent and good because he's HAPPY all the time. He's not innocent, and he is our son. I think we should give him a chance. People love to love him, and I think that's how he might fit into our family." I drank my late nightcap and defended our first born.
"So...how would you like to use him?"
"Anytime we need to earn someone's trust. Really deceive someone."
Shadows' gaze turned teasing, "How about you try him on your seventeen year old?" He grinned, thinking I'd disapprove.
Smiling instead, I playfully shoved at Him, "That's a great idea."

I hadn't been keeping up with Zack like I should've been. So when I inconspicuously checked up on him, I was shocked.
The nerd with the glasses was gone. A kid with a chip on his shoulder and something to prove had taken his place. He actually styled his hair now, down in his face so that his green eyes peered out from underneath--now surrounded by dark, moody makeup. His pants hung lower, chains adorning his pockets, and his tshirts got tighter as he filled out a little. Black polish messily covered his nails and two rings pierced his bottom lip. He oozed attitude.

All of this, of course, invited the other kids to bully him. When tortured, he'd act like a tough guy--shouting back...but never doing anything. He had a few friends like him, but not many. James would absolutely be perfect for this mission.

"Mom, seriously?! My first mission!!! He's perfect! Oh my god, how do I look?!" James hilariously freaked out and started jumping around as he always did. I'd personally brought James to earth and began instructing him on his mission. He was so excited and it was so adorable.

At the moment, Zack was playing pool at the local bar--by himself. James used the tshirt Zack wore as an introduction.

"So you like Pantera?"

Notes

Nike is usually a woman, but whatever. And no, it's not pronounced like the shoe company. It's "nee-kay". Latin for Victory.

Hope you guys like it, just wait for what I have in store for Jimmy!! You can thank AGirlIKnowNamedLarisa for the wonderful ideas!!!! Thank you girl!!!

This will be fun.