Slay My Soul

After spending hours chatting with the demon and attempting to get to know him as a person, we are interrupted by visitors.

"I want a new cell!" I demand as soon as the King arrives to visit. "This creepy fuck keeps staring at me and licking his lips." The King glances behind him at the leering Demon.

"Don't mind him. He hasn't been near a woman for centuries. I imagine he has the worst case of blue balls. Maybe if you continue to reject my offer, he can convince you that there are fates worse than death. You may find yourself reconsidering my offer if I decide to hand you over to him for some care and attention," he muses.

"I can help," Asmodeus says excitedly. "I'll tear her apart on my cock, break her body and mind!" I shudder. I'm glad he's on my side because that sounded genuine.

"Would you like to reconsider my offer?" The king asks, looking at me.

"I will not forsake my people and be your puppet!" I snarl.

"Maybe later you can play together then," the king drawls, winking at the Demon. "I want to introduce you to a couple of acquaintances of mine first. They looked after Reece when he was a guest here and they have kindly offered to extend their hospitality to you as well. Isn't that nice of them?" My eyes zero in on a nondescript, average-looking vampire, easily overlooked until you see the darkness in his eyes. The eyes are terrifying. A big brute of a vampire grins widely behind him. "Meet Hardyn and his apprentice Vance. I will leave you in their capable hands." He bows his head to me and walks a few steps before pausing. "Remember Eve, this can stop at any time you want, you just have to take up my offer."

"I'll die before I give you what you want!" I growl.

"Yes, well that's not entirely off the tables either," he mutters, stalking away. Right, good to know. I turn my attention to the evil tweedle dumbers outside my cell.

"So what's first on the list? A tour? A tea party to get to know each other? A little blood spilled between friends?"

"I'll take option three for three hundred thanks Hardyn," the bigger vampire laughs. "I kind of like this one, she's got spunk."

"Shame we have to play bad cop," Hardyn agrees, emotionless like a robot.

"Oh, what are we starting with? Fire? Knives? Fingernail removal?" I ask bouncing on the balls of my feet. The pain I can handle, even embrace. It's the head shit I'm not great with and if I see a penis, there will be no more miss nice guy.

"Nothing too dramatic, just a stock standard beating to ease you in," Vance shrugs.

"Easing me in? That's so kind of you! And as much as I want to say be gentle it's my first time, I would be lying. No foreplay is required. Feel free to bring out your toys of choice, I offer, eager to get this shit over with.

"Jesus, fuck, you are just like your father," Hardyn smirks. "I take it you're a few sheep short of a flock upstairs too."

"Not at all, sir!" I say indignantly. "My flock ran off a while ago. Zero sheep. Zero fucks to give. Chop, chop." Then I crack up. "Ha! Sheep! Lamp chops. Chop, chop!"

"Bloody hell," Hardyn grumbles. "She's even crazier than Sirus is."

"That's ok, I like them crazy," Vance says, nodding in approval. "Sorry in advance, nothing personal." I shrug and they attack a side each. I keep my eyes on Asmodeus but let my mind drift.

I'm going to have a black throne, I think these guys' heads should sit on the front of the armrests. Do thrones have armrests? I want mine to have them anyway. The King and Belestine's will go down the bottom, or maybe around the back. Somewhere unimportant. Oh, a footrest! Keep the fuckers under my heel where they belong. I grin and jiggle excitedly now that that's been decided. I feel a rib crack and I scowl. I would have punctured a lung when I broke their ribs if the positions were reversed. But who am I to tell them how to do their jobs? Maybe I should start a school to teach the art of torture? After all, I have been on both sides of the coin. Surely that makes me qualified to teach?

I feel my darkness swirl excitedly under the barrage of fists, reveling in the pain of each fist. As my mind drifts aimlessly over my future throne and teaching career. Then it drifts to Asmodeus and what the girls told me about their monster magic cocks. Surprisingly I am excited to see and experience this magical object. They have hyped it up so much, although I'm sure parts were exaggerated. My eyes dip to his groin and I wish I had x-ray vision for a moment. The Fates stiffed me on that power. I'll complain to their manager when I get free. Go all Karen on their asses.

A wet warm sensation drifts up my cheek and I jerk my head away.

"Ew! Did you just lick me?" I exclaim disgusted. Vance laughs and Hardyn shakes his head in disgust.

"So that's what gets your attention!" He exclaims. "We have been beating the shit out of you for hours and you do nothing, but a lick you react to!"

"Boy germs are gross," I shrug. Well, I try to as both my shoulders are dislocated. "Everyone knows they have cooties. Also, you stole my shrug, care to pop my shoulders back in so I can have my shrug back? Pretty please."

"No, you said I had cooties, wouldn't want you to catch more boy germs," Vance snarks, stomping out of the cell.

"Sheesh! Is he always so sensitive?" I ask Hardyn.

"Good help is hard to find," Hardyn grumbles, wrenching my left shoulder and popping it back into place. "Only doing this because you said please." He does it again with the other side. I shrug my shoulders happily.

"Thanks, man, you're not so bad after all. Totally misjudged you. Are we having another play date tomorrow?"

"Maybe, depends on what the King decides," he pulls a cigarette out of a pack and lights up offering it to me. I raise my manacled wrists and happily take it while he lights up another. Look at us bonding and shit.

"Are you guys going to start doing each other's nails and hair next? Maybe a facial," Vance huffs angrily.

"Ohhhh! Can we?" I ask Hardyn excitedly.

"Nope," Hardyn says scowling, but his eyes dance. He can't fool me. He's totally keen.

"So which one of you carved out the blue-eyed wolf's eye?" I ask casually as I puff on my smoke.

"I used a spoon to do it, scraped it right out," Vance says proudly. Stepping back into the cell and pinching Hardyn's cigarette from him.

"It was very cleanly done, scraped clean, no dangly bits." I praise. He grins and preens, leaning close to whisper to me.

"I love popping out eyes. So easy, yet so painful." I shove my cigarette into his eye straight after a puff so it's nice and hot. My finger follows it, and his eye pops out. I can see why he likes it. It IS fun! His eye dangles on his cheek as he screams.

"Hang on, I forgot the dangles!" I rip the eye out. "Sorry no spoon, but how did I rate?" I ask Hardyn.

"I'd give it a seven out of ten," he says grudgingly. "Room for improvement. He shoves Vance out the cell door. "Stop your belly aching boy, what did you think would happen after you admitted doing that to her mate? Eye for an eye you idiot!" He locks the cell behind them.

"To be fair that's only the second time I've popped an eye," I gripe at my low score.

"Fine an eight," he calls back.

"Hey, Hardyn?" I yell. He pauses. "When I'm queen, I'm going to run a torture class, you're going to be my top student." Hardyn bows.

"I look forward to it your highness."

"Also, how much shit did you get over your name growing up? Hard-on?" Eve teases. Hardyn scowls. "Okay, sorry. Touchy subject. How about a smoke for the road?"

"I like my eyes in my head, maybe tomorrow," he snorts.

"Party pooper," I pout as they leave. "Oh, tell Vance I have his spot on my throne all picked out. I've decided you won't be part of it though."

"I'm glad to hear that," Hardyn says, confused. "Later - crazy lady." My eyes dart to Asmodeus who is staring at me like I'm a dangerous but exotic creature.

"How about that, made a friend on the first day!" I say smugly.

"He's right, you're nuts, but nuts in a good way." This short circuits my brain for a moment. I'm unsure if I should be offended that he thinks I'm nuts, or happy that he accepts me as I am. Before I can decide, I hear footsteps and see the King heading my way with a bunch of guards.

"Eve! What the hell did you do to Vance!" He exclaims.

"I thought it was pretty self-explanatory," I mutter.

"Well, clearly no progress was made," he huffs. "Asmodeus, you get to break your celibacy after all." The Demon claps his hands excitedly and licks his lips as he jumps on the spot throwing a few punches into the air like he's going to go a round with Rocky. Dork! I roll my eyes.

The guards open my cell and unlock my chains from the wall. It would be so easy to take a few of them out, but I take one for the team and go like a good little lamb to the slaughter. The guards shove me roughly into the Demons cell, swiftly locking it. Asmodeus immediately seizes my hair and sniffs my neck growling lustfully.

"You have three hours to break her Demon. I'll send someone down later to collect what's left of her ." The footsteps retreat. Asmodeus lets go of the harsh grip he has on my hair and turns me to face him with glowing red eyes. He cradles my face gently.

"Hi," he breathes, bending and resting his forehead against mine. "I can't believe you're actually here with me," I smile at him gently, wishing we had more than three hours to get comfortable with each other before we fuck like bunnies. To be fair, I thought he would have jumped me straight away, but he's not, he's looking into my eyes to read my queues and making sure I'm okay. How sweet.

I snort.

That ship has most definitely sailed. I'm far from okay.