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Shepherd of Fire

Simulation

I watched as James awkwardly tried to friend the stranger. Awkwardly or perfectly, I wasn't sure. Maybe both. Zack tried to seem apathetic, if not annoyed, towards James--attempting to hide the fact that he was just happy to have another friend. James kept pestering him and poking him and taunting him, but like a friend would instead of how the bullies did. I sat at the bar in a young woman's body, not stopping myself from making eyes at Zack any time he happened to look over. I had created a girl in an outfit that he'd clearly be interested in--dark makeup and hair in a slightly goth style with bright streaks of pink in my hair. Not that I was planning on getting involved yet, but he'd at least see me around while James friended him. Which he was insanely good at. His outgoing, weird personality just sucked you in. And Zack didn't resist.
"C'mon, you wanna go steal some beer and get drunk?" I overheard James ask.
Zack all out smiled before trying to look cool again, "Sure, man."
"I got the pool." James slapped some money on the bar and winked at me before they left.


"I told you he'd be a natural," I traced circles over the angels on my Lover's chest as He finally caught His breath after a great fuck.
The Devil kissed my forehead and agreed with a distracted noise as He looked out the window.
"What is it, baby?"
"We have to replace Nike's second."
I sat up and looked down at Him, slightly confused at His indecision, "And...do you have anyone in mind?"
He looked hesitantly up at me, "I've been waiting for one of the Elite to perish for centuries to replace them with Gates. If you don't want him there, I will completely understand and will never, ever bring it up again. But. I was thinking...instead of Nike's second, he could be like Nike is for me, but for you. Your First Warrior. He'd fight for you forever, bow to your every request, be your eyes in the Elite when we can't be there. He'd be subservient to you for the end of time."
A smile slowly spread across my face. I liked the sound of that. Synyster was a good fighter, but it wasn't really who he was. He was, however, very good at getting people to want to please him and therefore would be great at garnering support for me, "You have the best ideas, my Dark Savior."
His dimples popped as He absent-mindedly rubbed a thumb against my hip, "I'll summon him in the morning, then."

In the middle of the following morning, my King and I sat on our thrones and Synyster Gates stood in front of us. His eyes were downcast as he stood patiently, hands folded in front of him. I had dressed in my new armor to appear as queenly and in charge as possible. I slowly stood up and walked to him, stalking around him before pausing to look up into his sullen face.
"You and I have an interesting relationship, Synyster. Would you say you are indebted to me for eternity?" I narrrowed my eyes and waited for his to raise. They did--large, questioning brown pools instead of the black that they used to be so often.
"Forever, Diem. I mean, my Queen. Forever." His voice was sure of itself, but barely audible.
I kept his gaze, "You are to be my First Warrior--fighting for me until the end of the ages. You will be one of the Elite, my eyes and ears and defense when I cannot be there. When you have time, you may continue the mission work you've always done, but due to your new responsibilities those will take much less of your time. Betray me again, and I'll make what Andro did to you look like a practice mission--"
Synyster insisted on stuttering to interrupt me, "Diem, I only just couldn't--stand to think of you with Him--"
I grabbed him by the back of the neck with one hand and clamped the other over his mouth, seething right in his face as his yearning brown eyes pleaded at me, "You will never speak of that day ever again. You will NEVER apologize. Your apology will be serving me for eternity. Do you accept my terms?"
As soon as I let go, he was kneeling on one knee at my feet, staring up at me, "Anything for my Queen. Forever." He clasped my hand in his as kissed it fervently.
I let him for a moment and then yanked it away, walking back to my throne--immensely enjoying the look in my Lover's eyes at the moment, "I assume there's a ceremony for this?" I asked Him and sat down.
Satan sat back in His throne, one ankle on His other knee, watching the scene unfold with one finger curved up to His beautiful lips, "Of course. We can do it tonight if you'd like." He stood up and walked to Synyster, immediately more serious and speaking in His threatening, deep chorus, "Remember, Gates, you only exist because I allow it."

I grinned wide and flashed us all to my extra bedroom. Shadows stood up against the bedpost, watching me as I straddled Gates' waist. It wasn't sexual, as they both probably thought it was--I had gotten an idea after Synyster said "forever" so many times.
Stripping off Syn's shirt, I fashioned a tattoo gun in my hand and went to work.

"Diem, what the fuck--" Gates struggled a little, but didn't stop me as I began biting the gun into his flesh. He only had so much room left on his body, but the space across his upper chest was perfect to bare a mark that meant he was mine for the rest of time.
"This will remind you, and everyone else, that you belong to me." I bit my lower lip in concentration as I continued.
"I know you could just snap your fingers and this would be on me already."
"Yeah, but that wouldn't be half the fun," I snickered, "Besides, you seem to like it." I raised an eyebrow, but didn't look up.
He rolled his eyes at me, squirming underneath my hips, "That hard on is because you're straddling me, not because you're tattooing me."
Shadows laughed deeply and leaned over me to stare at Synyster, "I'm going to go make the arrangements for tonight. You two have fun," He smirked, "And no fucking."

I only got about half way through the tattoo before we were doing exactly what the Dark One had told us we couldn't.
"D--maybe we shouldn't--" Gates had been the one that first pulled my lips down to kiss me, but now that I was licking at his new tattoo, he was having doubts.
"I know, but that just makes me want to more--" I panted.
I wrapped him in a condom and told myself that made it okay. I rode him hard as blood seeped from the large, ornate letters "FOR" and part of an "E".
"Fucking hell, demon--" Syn grasped at the headboard as he bucked his hips up, "Uh, Diem, you're gonna fuckin' ruin me for earth with that pussy--"
I grinned wide and clenched tight around him in another finish, "You fucking like that, Gates?" I moved up and down his hardness, enjoying the pained looks of ecstasy on his face and little noises he made, "Come for me, Synyster."
And he did as commanded, jerking forward as I held onto his shoulders.
Almost without skipping a beat, I went right back to tattooing him as he attempted to catch his breath.

When I was done, he stared into the mirror and moved his long fingers over the letters, "It's beautiful, D." He leaned down to kiss me and I moved away, not meeting his gaze.
"I'll have to fashion you some armor to wear for me tonight. Any requests?"
He only sighed, "Whatever you want me in, Queen."

When I checked on James, he and Zack were hanging out in Zack's room getting high.
"Dya see that emo chick checkin' you out at the bar the other day?" James passed the joint back to Zack.
"What? The one with the pink in her hair? I wish, dude." He coughed a little.
"She was totally eye fucking you. We should hang out there tomorrow night, see if she's there. I'll be your wingman. I'm a great wingman."
"Jimmy, you'll scare the shit outta her and she'll run away and never come back," They both wound up cackling on the ground.
This went on for awhile until Zack finally relented so that James would shut up about it.

I returned to the Throne Room after being on earth and Shadows flicked His red eyes over at me. He was in the middle of barking orders around at many demons to get things done in the next couple of hours, but I could tell just from the quick glance over His shoulder that He wasn't pleased. He knew. Of course He knew.
I put my hands on His waist and He pushed them away. Slowly turning around, His eyes were full of hurt and warning as they flashed at me. His expansive chest rose and fell deeply as I swallowed hard.
The Devil's dramatic pause while He figured out what to say had nervous energy racing through my veins, "I told you not to fuck. And what did you do the second I left? You fucked. I know you were created for pleasure, Diem, but you were created for my pleasure--not Synyster's. And even though I told you anyone you fucked would die, you also know I'm not going to kill Gates--so you're making me the fool and I don't appreciate it. For thirteen days I'm going to fuck our daughter instead of you to see how you like it. That's your punishment. You can fuck who you want in those thirteen days, but I'll know you'll be dying to be with your King. And then when those thirteen days are over?" He chuckled deeply, frightening me a little, "Well, you'll see."
A single blood tear ran down my cheek as He stalked away. I hated hurting Him.

That night we began at the Hall of the Elite. The rest of the Elite stood around the stone table, gray stone horned masks on without mouths and black ceremonial uniforms. Gates had enough of a reputation that the group seemed to pleased with the replacement we had chosen. There was a bond, though, a mark on the soul, that had to be ingrained with this ceremony--that only the Elite could perform. It's one of the few powers they held, one of the only democratic elements in Hell.
The only light in the room came from a few floating candles. Incense filled the room.
Satan turned and laid down on one end of the table while Synyster and I lay at the other end. Gates and I had been painted ornately all over our naked bodies. Ancient symbols glowed all over him and got brighter as the chanting picked up, while only one on myself glowed--the one over my heart. Shadows was now stripped as well and the symbols began to glow on his body--ones already there and buried within his tattoos. The chanting turned into a dull roar and the room began to spin around us. I immediately recognized it as His nightmare--or at least a version of it that the Elite could stomach. I could hear my King behind us as He made pained noises and His breathing picked up. The nightmare intensified and I could feel and see a power that stemmed from Satan immerse itself within me and Synyster. The raw power connected all three of us in a mystical way that was strengthening us, but weakening my Love. He hadn't told me this, but at that moment I knew this was an extremely dangerous position to be in for Him. Just as I wondered if any of the Elite would take advantage of His weakness, I could feel the deceit in one of them. Among the chaos, this one of the Elite stepped up onto the table over the Devil. In a flash, Synyster was on his feet and as I forced myself to sit and turn, I watched as he held his hand to the chest of the Elite--able to keep him there with our temporary internal power.
"Traitor!!" He roared, pulling out the Elite's soul and crushing it in his grip--the body dropping to the table and then disappearing. The nightmare dissipated and the Elite stepped away from the table. Gates jumped off the table to land square on his feet, immediately clothed from head to foot in the armor I'd made for him. Black on black--black greaves and black pleats and black cape and black breastplate--my upside down cross emblazoned on his chest even in black--matching his hair and mine. The word "Forever" was etched in the top of the armor, over where it was eternally on his chest. As my Love and I climbed off the table, we were also sheathed in our armor and the Elite eerily began to walk out of the Hall.

Synyster turned and stood there smirking and folding his arms as I faced him. The power was now gone from both of us, but in its wake it had left a metaphysical bond between us.
Gates looked down at his new armor, "Black is the new black, baby."
Shadows walked over to Synyster and for a few moments, the two looked at one another. The Devil's eyes held mostly gratitude, knowing Gates had just saved His life. Before I could fully understand what was happening, they hugged each other.
The second they separated, I angrily shoved Shadows in the chest, "Why would you do that? Risk everything like that!? How dare you consider leaving me here!?"
The Dark One grabbed my wrist and forced me up against Him as He smiled slightly at me, "I know it seems like a risk to you, but I knew Synyster would defend me. I know most things, and this was one of them. I would never leave you here. Ever," He touched my chin with His thumb, "I did it for you, so you'd have your own First. Also," He chuckled deeply as He looked from me to Gates, "Due to the bond you both now share, you literally, physically can't fuck anymore."
Synyster stepped closer and furrowed his brow at Shadows as my eyes got wide and Syn's narrowed, "Are you fuckin' serious?!?"
Satan let go of me and got closer to Gates, "I told you a long time ago that she was mine now." And then He looked at me, "I warned you I was the King of Jealousy, dear." Walking away from us, He still cackled, "Lets go. We have a party to attend."

Notes

Their masks: (from the band Ghost)
http://inghostveritas.tumblr.com/post/139503880619


Can they both get through 13 days? What will happen to Zack?


Comments

@Buggaloo
A year?! No way! Sooo sorry guys! I do love this story but man am I stuck! Other stories have captivated my attention, plus I'm trying to re-write Blinded into an actual story to try and get printed :)
I will consult with Overneath, she's really great at jumpstarting me sometimes!

violetvictoria violetvictoria
4/24/20

A year, Shade. A whole year. I've been patient. Please?

Buggaloo Buggaloo
4/23/20

It's been 2 months. I'm pouting over here. I need more.

synology synology
5/10/19

@synology
Haha, thanks for the reminder! Good to know this is still being read, lol!!

I need moooore.

synology synology
5/2/19