Author: Kwest92

His upbringing told Luke that he should feel uncomfortable, but he didn’t. The heat of Asmodeus’s gaze trailed up his back. His skin puckered, every hair standing on edge. As much as Luke hated it, he loved the attention he was getting from the demon.  

Luke was standing in the middle of the minimalistic room. Lily had just attempted to take Luke from this place and failed. Luke wasn’t as torn about that as he should have been. He was dressed sparingly in the most comfortable fabric he had ever put on his body. The pants were cut low to accentuate the muscles of his stomach. Asmodeus hadn’t provided him with a shirt.

The demon stalked up behind him. Asmodeus’s hot breath on the back of his neck sent a shiver down Luke’s spine. The demon’s closeness was bringing so many of Luke’s darkest fantasies to light. He wanted to give in to them so badly. Luke shivered as Asmodeus dragged his hand slowly up his side. The demon nuzzled his face into the crook of Luke’s neck and kissed him deeply. Read more »

Asmodeus leaned his head against the wall. When Luke left, he was surprised at how he felt. Had he really admitted to wanting to bond with the human? He had pretended like the pain had subsided this morning, but really it hadn’t. It had settled deep in his mending bones. Having Luke next to him had helped keep it at bay. His niece’s burst of power had actually impressed him. He knew she would grow into the power she was born with, but Luke brought it out hard and fast.

It was true that he wanted his brother’s throne, but he wouldn’t sacrifice Luke to do it. He couldn’t. The way the priest looked up at him… Asmodeus couldn’t deny his growing attraction to him. Not that he had ever doubted he was attracted to the priest. He had laid eyes on the man long before Shynra had. When he came to her cottage and saw her mark on Luke’s back? He had about flown into a rage right there. He had planned on inserting himself into the Priest’s life slowly, but Shynra had flown in like a tornado and swept him away. Read more »

“What brought you to Luke in the first place?” Samael asked. Lily looked at him, confused.

“Uncle Beelzebub,” she said, “He told me you wanted me to go after him.”

Samael laughed, “Beelzebub sent you after the priest? How interesting. No, Shynra, I did not give you any such assignment.”

Lily shrugged, “I always got my assignments from him. I did notice that he was sending me to a lot of virgins, but I didn’t think he was sending me in search of Luke specifically.”

“I think you’re wrong,” Samael said, “Our favorite Prince of Gluttony has always been in favor of my reign. He obviously knew something about your priest that we didn’t. He sent you after him with a purpose, I’m sure of that.”

Lily thought about that. Beelzebub was the most ‘innocent’ of her father’s brothers, the fourth in line to the throne. He didn’t have any aspirations for it, however. He seemed perfectly content living his life the way he was, in the amount of excess you would expect for a demon famed for his lavishness. She wasn’t sure it was exactly right to call a demon prince innocent, but out of all her father’s brothers, he fit that bill. She always got her assignments from him. Read more »

The ride back to her father’s home was in silence. To say her father was unhappy would be an understatement. Lily knew it was because of her show of power over Asmodeus. That had come as a surprise for her. However, saying that right now would only make this situation worse. Her father had taken the Prince of Lust under royal custody. He had all but declared war on her uncle’s territory. She sighed and drew Luke closer to her. He didn’t fight her.

When they arrived, Lily led Luke out of the carriage and into her family home. The splendor of Samael and Lilith’s home was not lost on either of them. Lily barely paid it any attention, but Luke looked around in slack mouthed awe. He didn’t know he had signed up to be a future King when he slept with Lily. Lily hadn’t known that, either. She tugged him towards her childhood bedroom. She hadn’t stepped foot in it since she lived here last. Read more »

Lily had more questions than answers. Her parents were still standing in front of her, observing her, waiting for her to speak. The only thing on her mind was finding Luke, and how this bond came to be. The latter could wait but finding him needed to happen now. She could feel the slightest bit of him deep within herself. She wasn’t sure if it was actually him or just wishful thinking on her part. If Asmodeus had him locked in the demon realm, it should be easy to find him. His life would be in danger, though. She was certain her uncle wouldn’t keep him around very long.

“I feel something,” she said faintly, “I’m not sure if it’s him. But I feel him.”

“That means he’s not far,” Samael said lightly. “Knowing my brother, he isn’t trying too hard to hide him. He wants you to come looking for your priest.”

“So he can take us both out at the same time?” Lily scoffed.

Her father nodded, “Most likely. Or so you can watch him take Luke out, whichever fits his mood the best.” Read more »

As hard as she tried, Lily couldn’t feel Luke anymore. She hadn’t realized that she could until the essence of him wasn’t in her anymore. She felt hollow inside. Her power felt weaker. She had the distinct feeling that he was no longer in this realm, but it was hard telling which one he had been sent to. She didn’t know enough about the mark connecting them to use it to locate him. The only thing she knew was that he was alive. Whether he was okay or not? She shuddered. She didn’t want to think about that.

Why had her uncle taken Luke in the first place? What made Luke so important? Or was it the fact that he made Lily happy that caught her uncle’s attention? Everything that had happened in the last hour ran through her mind. The fact that Asmodeus had taken her priest the way he had? It lit a fury in her she didn’t know she had. Her power rose at the strength of her emotions. It felt like a faint flicker in her bones compared to what it had felt like over the past couple days. Since she marked Luke. Read more »

The demon was lying next to him curled up into a ball sound asleep. Something about that seemed absurd to him. The way she had her arm draped over his waist was protective. And the way he just let her was unnatural. But as unnatural as it felt, he didn’t move away from her. Because as unnatural as it was, it also didn’t feel wrong. A sigh escaped his mouth as he drew her closer to him.

“Filthy demon,” he muttered under his breath.

She stirred slightly. He knew he wouldn’t do anything to wake her, and after her words to him last night, he also knew he wouldn’t try to run away from her. He didn’t doubt her when she said she would chase him. He had a feeling the mark on his back would lead her right to him anyways. He groaned as he thought about that. The demon put the mark of Hell on him somehow. Her hair fell in waves over his hand, and he twirled a strand in his fingers. How could something that looked so perfect be so absolutely sinful? He didn’t suppose he would ever know the answer to that. Read more »