Princes of the Underworld

The Dark Prince

⚠️ Sexual Assault, Brutality, Self Harm, Death, Violence⚠️

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500 years ago.

A woman groaned in pain, as the knife slit her palm open. She squeezed the wound, draining as much of her blood as possible in the bowl next to her. Then half patched herself up and used the blood to write the pact. It was an offering, a contract she would write and sign in her own blood, so the demon knew she was serious. She called on the only name of evil she knew at the time.

"I call on Lucifer Morningstar. I summon thee." She is no witch. She'd never even seen real magic. She was just a normal woman, that wanted to be a mother, more than anything.

She'd been to physicians. Done everything they said. She'd prayed for it. Day and night she begged. But when her prayers remained unanswered, she chose another path.

"Lucifer Morningstar, I summon thee." She cried, unsure if this would work but it had to. And as she saw smoke begin to rise from the pentagram drawn on the floor her breath hitched.

"Yeah, yeah. It's been a long time since someone summoned me and I have things to do. What do you want?" He rushed her agitated. She was in shock. This horned devil just appeared out of no where. It worked, it really worked.

Lucifer was in her home.... And completely naked. Her cheeks red with heat she turned her head. "Speak!" He bellowed. She called on him, not the other way around. If she wanted something, she needs to say it.

"I-I want, a child, of my own. I want t-to be a mother." She stuttered, shaking.

"That's it." He scoffed. Humans were so petty and trival. They could literally ask him for anything and they choose such insignificant things. She could have stolen a child off the street, if that was all she wanted. But instead, she chose to do things the hard way. "Are you prepared to offer your soul in exchange?" He asked her.

She nodded. "Yes!" She cried, feeling so close to what she wants.

Her eagerness intrigued him. An eternity of damnation, for a short second of motherhood. Well, if that is what she wants. He'd be happy to give it to her. She did interrupt an important moment he was having with his favorite succubus. And maybe, she could be exactly what he needed to help ensure his future plans.

"Sign." He snatched the messy contract she'd wrote, and let her sign shakily in her blood once more. He grinned when she was done. Rolling up the paper and making it disappear, as he sent it to hell. "Let's make a baby." He smirked, just as her eyes widened at his words.

He stalked toward her as she backed away. "I meant with my husband. I'm married." She stressed as his extremely large member automatically grew in size, standing tall. "Please, please, he will be home any moment." She cried, as he backed her right up to the bed, where she dropped when the back of her knees hit the frame.

"Then he can watch." Is all he said as he tore off her clothes. She cried covering her body best she could but he just snatched her hands away, making chains appear around her wrist to lock her to the frame. He did the same with her legs not even touching them but spreading her body with his mind. She squeezed her eyes shut to not see the monster above her. But she could feel him.

She felt his long snake like tongue on her body. It burned horribly. Like he had actual venom for saliva. She begged him to stop. He ignored her cries, only further enticed by them. Until she felt the most pain she's ever felt in her life. She screamed bloody murder, pulling on the chains that would not budge.