Shepherd of Fire

I summoned Synyster to my room, raising an eyebrow at him questioningly when he arrived, “Sorry, Gates. In the middle of something?”

He was the young pool boy again and it made me twitch.

“No. I was just about to leave. Besides, I'd drop anything for you.” He sat on the edge of the bed that I lay on, “What do you need?”
I curled up to my pillow, “I'm pregnant again.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah….” I looked over at him, “Shadows was off screwing vampires while I was on a mission today.”
Gates was immediately on his feet, looking like his normal self, and dressed in his full armor, “He's dead.”
“Syn!!” I stopped him as he headed towards the door. “Can you just keep watch at my door? Keep Him from coming in here?”
“Fine.” He growled, but obeyed.

Minutes later, as I drifted off to sleep, I could hear them outside the door.
“Step aside, Gates.” Satan snarled.
“You know I can't do that, Shadows. Why don't you go find a vampire to fuck?”
I grinned slightly at him sticking up for me. I guess that's what he did now.
“I'm the fucking King of Hell, Synyster. I do whoever I damn well please. Get the hell out of my way.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Shads? I know you're in love with her--whatever the fuck that means for the Devil--so what gives, demon?”
Now I was sitting up, listening for His answer...but all I heard was Him growl and walk away.

In the morning, I awoke to hear more voices.
“I told you to fuck off, Shadows.”
“Let me talk to her, Gates.”
His voice was soft and a second later, He was inside the door.
“Synyster!” I yelled, throwing a pillow at my King before He walked over to the bed and sat down.
“Fine. I’m leaving if you’re staying.” I got up and He grabbed my wrist, spinning me around into His chest as He stood back up. As much as I wanted to resist, when Shadows looked down at me with those hazel-green eyes, I softened and looked away.

“Diem, I’m sorry.” The Devil touched my face lightly, “Baby...the other night….was so incredible...I panicked,” He sat down and pulled me into His lap. As His dark eyes searched mine, His brow furrowed, “Honey, I was serious when I said most of my heart is gone. I love you with everything that I am that’s left. You have my heart, at least for the most part. I apologize if it’s not much. This is Hell, demon. What we have defies everything that is normal here. I can promise not to fuck around, but I will promise to break that promise. It won’t be often, but it will most likely happen throughout the ages.”
I ran my fingers through His long, beautiful hair, “But you still won’t allow me to sleep around?”
“No, D.” He grinned, almost laughing, “I realize that you’ll break my rules as well, baby. But you will endure my punishment just like I will endure yours. Whatever you like.”
I raised an eyebrow as our eyes met, “I’ll...have to come up with something.”

Satan splayed His large fingers across my belly, “Will this be another human-like pregnancy?”
Averting my gaze, I nodded. I had immediately noticed the hormonal changes. Looking back up at Him, I added, “You’re taking me on as many missions as I can take, before I get fat.”
Shadows laughed deeply, wrapping me in His large arms and kissing me deeply.
“We could go start a fight with the werewolves. Watching you eat one of those hearts would get me so hard…” He sucked at my neck, “We could even invite the kids.”
I jumped up and grabbed His hand, yanking Him out of the room. Stopping outside the door, I looked up at Gates, “We’re going to go to the Den. Fight with me?”
Syn shrugged and followed.

Shadows quietly opened the door to Andy's room. All three of them cuddled together on the middle child's pile of blankets. They were also all butt ass naked.
The horned one opened an eye and looked up at us, “Oh, hey Dad…” He sat up, rubbing his eyes, “You did quite a number on Zack, Mom. He wasn't even freaked out. In fact, I'm pretty sure that body was dead way before he stopped fucking it.” He stood up and stretched and the other two began to stir, “What are we doing today?” James asked down at them.
I stepped closer, “Actually, we were going to go to the Den and start shit with the werewolves if you'd like to come.”
James started jumping around in celebration, making me smile as usual. Andy grimaced, “I don't get it. Do we fuck them when we’re done?”
Shadows gave a deep laugh, “No, son. If you'd rather go to town and fuck, that's completely fine with us.”
He grinned, and then cleared his throat--his scowl back in place to try and impress his sister, “Cool. Whatever. Pandora?”
The beautiful one clapped her hands, running to James--still naked and making her Father uncomfortable, “I want to fight!”

Satan led our Dark Family into a dark corner of Hell that was the Den. The opening to it sprouted with dark, thorny vines as it breathed and moved.
I had made James armor and Pandora wore the armor she'd been born in. Synyster stayed close to my side and Nike stayed close to Shadows. As we approached out of sight, the whispers of the werewolves swam around us, their art being distraction.
The Dark Angel noticed the yellow pair of eyes that spotted Him and appeared in thin air as He straightened out of the shadows. A tall, barely furry being formed around the set of eyes. It was an odd mix of sexy human-like curves and animal--claws and teeth in many places they shouldn't be.
It spoke in an overly sensual female voice to try and tempt the Devil, “You have not been here in centuries, Lord. Afraid you'll leave my chambers too satisfied? We have much darker desires here than your current bedding partner. Let me show you.” It attempted to cloud the air with noises it thought Shadows would want to hear, before the Devil raised a hand--the noises and the whispers falling silent.

“That's cute,” He stalked forward towards the abomination, “That you really believe you have anything to offer me. She's about to prove to you that she's everything I'll ever need.”

Pandora snickered next to my ear, “Way to go, Mom. He totally wants you.” She was grinning like the young woman she was.

The being’s chuckle turned into a whisper that drifted into the night as it disappeared.
Satan nodded us forward. As soon as we advanced, more glowing eyes appeared in the dark. Some belonged to standing bodies, others crawled on all fours. We had warned the children that they were not easy to fight because of how easily they disappeared and reappeared. In battle with a werewolf, you had to use your mind to anticipate their next move.
As we were swallowed by the darkness of the Den, I readied myself to fight in this fashion and it was only seconds before I had already plunged Nex into a furry body that had lunged at me.

This move resulted in a descent into complete chaos--swords slicing, armor sounding, wolves howling and screaming. My offspring fought bravely and wisely. Synyster helped make sure no harm came to them or me. The Dark One led the way, hacking his way through furred flesh--blood spattering His already sexy body.
I was on the lookout for the one that had originally approached Him. When I found her/it, I pounced--dropping my sword to the ground. I wanted to kill her with my bare hands and that's exactly what I did.

As I beat her senseless, my mind kept her in place so she couldn't disappear and run like the cowardly species she belonged to. Punching her with pure force into the ground, I dug both my hands into her chest--ripping her rib cage open as I screamed and her bones cracked and split. My chest heaved as I could see her barely still-beating heart. Leaning over, I licked at it before tearing it out and devouring half of it--chucking the rest over my shoulder.

Standing, I laughed over the dead body and wiped at the blood running down my chin--licked at the delicious taste dripping from my teeth. Looking up, my eyes locked with His firing red eyes as His large chest rose and fell rapidly. Shadows drug His gaze slowly over me, His tall, flexing body frozen as His hand gripped tight around the hilt of His sword. Wolf blood dripped from its end in what seemed to me like slow motion as I watched Him--His long hair moving with the whispers and the night air. His free hand balled into a fist along with His jaw and I knew He would need me soon. Flicking my tongue over my bottom lip, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the towering image He made--sweat and blood caked over rippling muscle, His tattoos now alive with adrenaline and speaking to my innermost beast.

Suddenly the present caught up to us and He whirled around, plunging His sword into another half-animal.
The skirmish went on until the bodies left alive disappeared into thin air--their eyes following not far behind, leaving us in ultimate victory. A deep, resounding laugh echoed from deep within Shadows’ chest and then we were all in the Throne Room.

“Did you have fun, children?” Satan put an arm around each of His battle-worn demons. Their eyes were bright with the kill and they giddily nodded. He looked right at me, “Good. Celebrate. I’ve got to go fuck your Mother.”
Grabbing me by the hair, we were gone to the playroom.


Shadows’ large hands possessively gripped roughly at me, sending chills over my skin. His breathing was overly labored as He tried to keep Himself in check. We were both alive with the moment--adrenaline pumping hard through our bodies and lust struck like a lightning bolt. Fingers threaded roughly into my hair, Satan’s deep voice hoarsely whispered through clenched teeth--

“I need to punish you, D. In a way that you won’t enjoy. In a way that will keep you faithful to me. Know that it won’t last and that I will keep you alive and that I do love you--even though it will not seem like it while I’m inside you. So that you will understand what is happening so you can get through it...I will momentarily take away your unusual ability to enjoy pain. You may enjoy certain amounts of it, like a human maybe would, but not the amount I will inflict on you. You will still heal at the rate you currently do--so you will take it, knowing it will be over soon. At the end, I will give it back to you so that you may come and get over what I will have just done to you. Tell me when you’re ready.”

My eyes got wide with fright. I’d never been afraid before, but that’s what I was now. Scared.
Mostly frozen, I looked back at Him and swallowed hard--nodding ever so slightly.
With a snap of His fingers I was on the bed and in chains--both my wrists and my ankles. I bit my lip, trying to keep from crying in fear.

I could feel it when my Dark One took it away from me--it felt like He was removing a part of who I was and leaving a shell of a demon. Part of me was still weirdly turned on, but I had a feeling that was about to vanish.
Climbing over me with that huge body, He grabbed my face, “I’m also taking your ability to get wet for me.”
Fuck no, this wasn’t happening.
Once again, I could feel His magic work and a second later, the Devil--my love--was forcing Himself on me. His large member worked itself inside me--tearing as He pushed until He was buried all the way in my shattered body.

I cried helplessly--giant sobs that wracked the body He was assaulting mercilessly. As soon as He was completely sheathed in my dry walls, the Devil began fucking in painful, thick strokes.
I’d never known pain at all--much less this sort of pain. It hurt so deeply, searing throughout every fiber of my being, both physically and emotionally. I bled from my wrists, my ankles, and the pussy that He usually treated so well.
Clenching my eyes shut, blood tears ran down my face. I couldn’t look at Him.

Shadows hissed in my ear, “You shouldn’t have given me that taste of defiance yesterday. Part of me needs to take you when you’re unwilling.” His hips punishingly shoved up against me over and over, “You’ve woken animal feelings in me, darlin’.” He grunted as His hips snapped.
“Shads--baby--ple-ase--” I whined as I continued to cry.

“Begging me to stop will only make me want to make you scream louder,” His painful savageness continued and His face darkened in a creepy grin when I barely opened my eyes. Knowing all my resistance was turning Him on, I attempted to quiet myself--unable to stop crying, but stilling my body’s thrashing and stopping my words of recalcitrance.
As He made noises that showed He was clearly enjoying Himself, He leaned down to ear, growling with want.

“You remember that tasty little mind fuck you sent me when you were still running after me like a lovesick puppy? I want to taste you inside. And I don’t mean that pussy.”

Satan stilled His insertions to a shallow roll of His hips as He raised up on one arm over me. The fingers of His other hand began to claw into my chest and just when my skin was beginning to give and break under the pressure--He gave me my ability back in one glorious moment.

The tidal wave of excessive ecstasy drove itself through every nerve in my body. The pain of the last few minutes culminated just as Shadows’ hand tore through my chest.

He kept me alive so I could watch as His sharp teeth sunk into my heart--my heart that was dripping in His hand over me. Lusty hazel eyes stared back at me as moved His tongue teasingly over His teeth now drenched in my blood--His hardness deeply pulsing into me. With His next thrust, I came--the pain wonderfully way too much.

“Scream while there’s life left, darling.” Satan grinned a sinister grin and shoved my heart back into me--magically putting my body back together as He kept fucking me. And scream I did--over and over as I continued to come in His arms. When He could tell He didn’t need to keep me alive anymore--that I was healed enough--the Devil let go and roared and He came hard inside me--hips locked down as He twitched with final release.

In my weakened state I couldn’t fight the nightmare, or control it whatsoever. For moments it tormented me, further weakening me. In my stupor, I partially enjoyed it--letting it surround me and comfort me.
Eventually it went away and I was in Shadows' arms as He carried me to our bed--my head on His brick wall of a chest, His thundering heart sounding in my ear.

Kissing my forehead, we laid down together and Shadows wrapped His tattooed arms around me. Curling up like a child, I put a hand to His chest--one of my fingers gently drawing over the trumpets and angels. Strong feelings mixed within me--hate, shame, guilt, satisfaction, anger, sadness, contentment.
But in that moment what won out was pure surrender--exactly what He was hoping for.

Notes

OH. MY.