My father sent me to Hell

Judas welcomes all

So it was the evening of my "welcome back to Hell" party and I have to say my cousin really out-did himself. Disco lights flashed away in the main hall, dancing across the floor and ceiling. A red coloured concoction, make to look like blood, sat on a table in a large, round glass bowl. He had Hell-themed music playing through subwoofers around the room, while people (demons, souls and others) grind against each other to the sounds of Lady gaga, AC/DC and even Cliff Richard's 'Devil Woman'. The guy even went as far as to put a sign on the entrance that said 'Judas Welcomes All'. 

Even though Luc did all this for me, I couldn't help but feel a little... I dunno, really. I just wasn't having all that much fun. Oh don't get me wrong, the party was totally worth it for the women who would entertain me, throughout the night. But as soon as they caught the scent that I was not of Hell, they ran in the other direction. Cockteases. 

Anyway, so when I got a telepathic call, around 3.30am, from my father, I was somewhat pleased by this. But for some reason, I wonder why, the overwhelming thought consisted of 'What the Hell does he want?'

Oh yeah, if it wasn't annoying enough to speak to him in person, immortal beings had the ability to communicate telepathically, so I no way of ignoring him.

I grumpily answered his call, through gritted teeth "What?!"

"Now," My father started, in a way I just knew would be patronising, "Is that anyway to speak to your father? You should respect your elders, my son."

"Stop calling me that!" I bellowed internally, in my drunken haze "Father's don't send their children away when their kid has a personality they can't handle."

"I would hardly call your... behaviour a personality." My father stated, sneering at the word 'behaviour', "Not to mention the behaviour I recently discovered. You didn't think I wouldn't find out about how you treated the Angels, did you?"

Shit!

I stayed silent for a second, the background noise of the party cutting through the silence like a knife cuts through tension, before venomously spitting the words "I don't want to talk to you any more, Dad."

"Come on, Son," my father pleaded, desperately "Please just find yourself a nice girl and settle down, will you?"

"Haven't you heard? There are no nice girls!" I retorted, a smirk making its way onto my face.

"Then find one more suited to your current ways, my son." My father sighed in defeat, speaking to me not as The Almighty God but, for once, as my father. "Find the one who will help redeem your soul of the darkness that lies beneath." Aaaaand we're back to God Almighty, again. "Until then, your stay in Hell is increased to indefinite."

"Hope I meet them in hell." I sneered, quickly erasing all signs of anger from my voice, replacing it with amusement "And I hope they do anal."

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Walking back out into the main hall, the party in full motion, by now, I kept my eyes peeled for that devious cousin of mine (HA, get it? Devious? Like, devil? Ah, whatever...).
 
I hadn't seen him in quite some time and I was still having trouble locating him, so I just assume that by now, he's found a hot chick to fuck and reject right after she already signed the deed, if you catch my drift.

I can't judge though. I have used this method of sating my sexual desires many times before and therefore I would only be a hypocrite if I tried to tell Luc what to do. I am many things, I'll give you that, but I have never been, nor will I ever be, a hypocrite.

Looking to my left, still trying to find Luc, my previous suspicions were becoming more and more likely. All I see is a bar, full of every alcohol imaginable, and a girl lying half-naked on top of it, as some random guy does body shots off of her.

Around there, also, I see couples making out, mid snogging fest, as well as the usual 'grinders' moving sensually to the playing music.

And to the right I see the door that leads out to the bedrooms, most of which are most likely occupied by horny human souls.

You just know they're human souls, as any other Hell occupant- demon, Shifter, Vampire or other Hell creature- would not think twice about embarrassing themselves in front of other people; Their inner desires would take over and they'd not have a care in this world for where they were.  

Lucifer isn't here either. 

Behind me is the grand steel door of the lounge I had used, to answer my father's call, earlier on. I definitely hadn't seen him in there before and he hadn't passed me on my way out, so I can eliminate that room, already.

Resigning myself to checking everywhere again, I turned around, only to bump straight into someone. I was about to start a brawl by insulting them about how directionally challenged they must be. Couldn't they see me stood right there? But, as it goes, I didn't just bump into some guy. I bumped into what must have been the hottest girl I had ever seen.

Flame red hair cascaded down her curved spine, in loose curls. I took notice of her tall stature, deducing she must be at least 5"8. Almost as tall as my 6ft. Her frame was thin but didn't indicate fragility. My lust-filled eyes hungrily trailed her tempting body, noticing curves in all the right places.

But her most significant feature of all was probably her eyes: a mixture of bright Jade green and Sapphire blue,  big and round, sparkling in the dim light of the party atmosphere. I couldn't help the unclean thoughts of how much I wanted to take her body in my hands, trailing my lips across every inch of her tanned skin.

What? Any man would be thinking the same thing, in my position. 

But I realised I'd been ogling this girl for like five minutes, now, and hadn't said a thing. Attempting to speak was futile, for the words were lost on me, leaving my mouth agape.
Dragging my hand through my short black hair, a few times, I mumbled out an apology and turned to try and find my cousin, again.
A small, soft hand grabbed me by the wrist, turning me back around, unexpectedly. Looking up, to meet the gaze of the sexy goddess, before me, a devilish smirk came upon her blood red lips as she wrapped her arms around my neck and brought my lips crashing down to hers.  
As she claimed my lips, with hers, my response was instantaneous. My lips moved desperately with hers, her taste invading my mind with each sweep of my tongue. All of the actions in the last 10 seconds were totally unexpected and yet the one thing I definitely didn't expect was to like it so much that I craved for more.  

But damn she was a good kisser. And if she was a good kisser then who knows what else she was good at.  Fuck, this one's gonna be hard to reject tomorrow morning...