Raine's Wrath

Chapter 1

Lucifer, demon of pride.

Mammon, demon of greed.

Asmodeus, demon of lust.

Leviathan, demon of envy.

Beelzebub, demon of gluttony.

Satan, demon of wrath.

Belohegor, demon of sloth.

The seven demon lords. The same ones I so secretly craved; urged to know more about. Their stories, who they really are.

But I couldn't. I was assigned to wake up, go to church, pray, get my chores done, then dread the very next day I had to do it all over again. But there were the good moments as well.

The moments where I would change into my silk nightgown that fell over my curved body trickling just above my ankles.

Crawling into bed, laying my head on the soft white pillow and enveloping myself in the soft, thick brown covers. As I closed my eyes each time, willingly drifting into the subtle darkness I felt it.

I felt those firey long, thick arms around my waist and those large clawed hands against my small body, rubbing the thin material I wore against my skin.

One hand pressed firmly on my stomach whilst the other hold the left side of my rib cage as if to protect the delicate bone from any harm.

I wasn't scared. I was relieved. Relieved to finally see the beautiful thing that gave me far more joy than the Priest Father Langston has ever given.

My excitement tingles from my toes through my whole body forcing me to slowly move my feet to face the beautiful creature who had held onto me as if his life depended on it.

Taking one last step to finally be face to face with the creature I felt his hands tighten slightly more and than before, a whimper leaving his mouth in fear of me leaving his grasp.

Facing the humungous creature to have a good look at its features before I had to leave; it was bent down, its face buried in my chest placing soft kisses on my collar bone.

They were not sexual kisses, but kisses of adoration and love. It was nice. To feel loved. Even in a different reality that seemed as if everything was so perfect. Whilst in the reality I'm forced to live in leaves me broken and praying that I'll get the courage to run.

My thoughts were soon interrupted by the creature's head slowly sliding down my torso towards my stomach where is rested directly above the small hole in my stomach. It was only then did I realize that he was on his knees the whole time bent in a seemingly uncomfortable angle.

Eyeing him more I figured that if he would straighten his winged back he would still tower over me by what I assumed was a foot and a half.

I wanted to see. My mind now curious urged to see how much he would tower over me only on his knees.

So I did.

I unwrapped his long arms from my waist, earning a loud whimper from him. As I lift his head from my stomach, holding it in between my small hands feeling his long black hair between my fingers. I finally got a good look at him and he was beautiful.

His light green eyes that housed black and gold around them, and his full pink lips. The top slightly darker than the bottom. And those long pointed ears that held multiple jewels in his piercings. My eyes darted towards his hair to see even more of his beauty.

His hair was pure black laying messily against his shoulders. A few braids running through it along with very few colorful beads as well.

He was ethereal.