His piercing brown eyes stare into my green ones. "I want to tear this mini nightgown off and fuck you until that kid who you came home with earlier hears us," he almost growls out.
Alora Knightly is a normal 18 year old with a normal life or so she...
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One of the hell hounds** 👆🏼
"I said there is no more of this nonsense!!" I scream at my court of younger generation demons because it seems that the younger demons think they may get away with any and everything. I've been here for days on end and I have to listen to bullies explain themselves. But I've found a solution where Kyson finds his own strength.
"Sir would you like for us to punish them?" My right hand demon Andras asks and I can't help but know my father would. I will be no such ruler unless necessary.
I sigh and wave my hand dismissing the whole lot of them. I walk down from my throne and over to young Kyson who is standing by himself. I know the other children pick on him. I've seen it with my own eyes and have helped him countless times. This time they will never touch him again with some early warrior training.
"Kyson, your classmates will be held responsible for what they've been doing. But I've learned the best revenge is to one up your opponent." I say with an vindictive smile and young Kyson looks up and grins.
"Now go with the head of the warriors army and he'll teach you how to fight." I say with a pat on his shoulder.
"Thank you, King Asmodeus!" He says excitedly as he bows and runs off.
"You will be a great leader sire." Andras says with a slight bow. I've known him forever, it seems since I was a young boy. He's guided me and was more of a father than my own. I slaughtered my fathers right hand because he challenged my leadership. Which I wouldn't trust Lucifer's right hand even if he hadn't tried to challenge me. Andras is the only option I'd ever pick for such a position. He's smart and loyal.
Now let me get one thing across, time is different for all of us down here. Everyone ages much more slowly than humans do. So I technically am what a 23 year old would look like if I was human. While, Andras looks more like an early 40 year old but still good for his age. When in reality he's been here since Lucifer first came here, and I've been alive for about a millennia. Don't really know how old I am because in the end you forget or loose count.
"Thank you, Andras," I say looking outside the window of this castle.
"You miss her don't you?" He asks and I turn around to look at him.
"Everyday, but she has things she wants to accomplish before she settles here. I also need to get this kingdom in order before our queen reigns." I say sharply already angry that this place doesn't fix its self but I did go on a rampage, filling these halls with blood. Let's just say I was tired of the peacocky fake flaunt in your face demons who always sided with my father. May he rest in hell. No pun intended as my mate says.
"I want another throne placed next to mine. We will be equals and I want everyone to know I will have my queen respected as they would me." I start listing off everything I want as Andras nods his head.
"As you wish, sire." He says with a bow and takes his leave. I walk over to the immense balcony that looks over to the lush green gardens down below and the thick looming trees that look as if they take over these lands. You definitely don't want to be out in the woods at night that's where true evil can lurk. Daytime is tamer but the gardens are my favorite place where all of the 'midnight' water lilies grow. They were my mothers favorite where they grow in the middle of the garden in the mini pond at the center.
I think about how Alora would love the gardens especially the swing looking over the water lilies. Ahh I miss her so much. She's so special to me that I don't want anyone else to find out just how special she is. Because she is mine.
I walk out of the throne room and down the hall all the way to the west wing where my quarters are. I find Baldur and Hunt my hell hounds by my door guarding it. I trust them more than any other guards and besides they are as big as a car. These creatures also guard the entrance into hell and the exit so no humans come in without me knowing or come out. All hell hounds answer to me, and now my queen.
"Baldur! Hunt! Good boys." I say with a rub at both their heads. Their eyes are bright red with a black fur coat and flames that lick their backside. They aren't in danger so the flames on them don't burn as bright. These two hell hounds are like the alphas to all of the other hell hounds.
As I walk into my dark bedroom since it's night out I turn on the lights to reveal my floor to ceiling stained glass windows. My whole room has a rather dark aesthetic that some may say, but it's my style. I sit down on my bed only to have a strange feeling in my gut as if something is wrong with Alora.
"Jesper," I call out to my raven and he appears immediately.
"Please check on Alora for me and report back to me tomorrow." I say taking my boots off.
He vanished into black smoke, already on his way to my sweet little mate. I hope she isn't in danger but as of tomorrow afternoon I'll be right back to her.
His bedroom in hell**👇🏼
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