My father sent me to Hell

"I'm not a player, the ladies just love my company"

I listened to them whisper words, they thought were seductive, in my ear but just made me want to roll my eyes. Pathetic. 

Oh, don't get me wrong, the girls, draping over me, with wandering hands, were pretty and everything, I just couldn't seem to be interested in them. Of course, to the rest of the Hell citizens, they are fooled by my fake, smug expression of lust.

I had become good at fooling them into believing that I was only sleeping around to sate my sexual desires, but in actual fact I had not slept with any of them. Not a single one of those awesome girls - girls that, in this case, were literally inhuman. 

But keeping up appearances was becoming harder and harder, and simply paying the girls to make themselves look dishevelled, leaving the room after approximately 10 minutes (give or take a few minutes), was not working. My cousin wasn't buying the theatrics, any more; Not even when I paid a little extra for the girls to put on the water works and create a scene of sheer distress, on their part. 

The problem wasn't the girls - they were all absolutely stunning. The problem wasn't me, per se. Don't misunderstand this as a case of early erectile dysfunction, I was perfectly functional. Especially when the girls would rub up against me. That would cause a reaction instinctive to my body, that I literally had no control over. The problem was I didn't want to have a reaction. Or rather, I did. I just didn't want to have a reaction to them. The problem wasn't that the girls weren't beautiful, desirable or seductive. The problem was that they weren't Arabella.

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I was totally set on finding Arabella and finally getting the chance to do with her what I wish. There was just one problem with that: Tamas.

Tamas had been trailing her every move, glued to her side and giving me dirty looks, through his salt and pepper coloured hair at every chance he got. 

In a far off world some girls would find the whole protective/possessive quality somewhat hot. Mixed with the whole covering your eyes with your hair rebel vibe thing, you could see why the girls loved him so much. He was the perfect stereotypical rebel badass.

Well he was about to get that thought shoved right up his ass - there's only one bad boy and he rules all three of the worlds: Heaven, Earth and Hell. That bad boy went by the nickname Judas and he'd be damned if he had his title stolen from him, so early into his reign. That bad boy is me.

The previously mentioned ladies had scurried off, out of my room, fakely wiping away their false tears of rejection. Two minutes later, my cousin strolled into my room, his expression smug as anything.

"Breaking girls hearts with your player ways, again, I see."  He said, with a tone of almost regretful approval, his shoulders leant back, elbows pointed outwards and behind him, with his hands comfortably placed in the pockets of his leather jacket. 

"I'm not a player," I started, my voice sounding serious to imitate slight anger. His body tensed, slightly, at the idea that I would talk to him so rudely and mean it. "The ladies just love my company." The slight laugh and smirk coming into play, now, as it becomes clear, to Luc, that I was just messing with him. 

I patted Lucifer on the back, laughing, on my way out the door. I was eager to find the one girl in Hell I was sure I hadn't already done. I just didn't know where to start. But finding Tamas was a good start, I guessed.

How would one go about finding a very specific, extremely possessive, freaky-looking badboy in Hell? You couldn't simply put up an ad on a bulletin board. Surely you'd just end up with, like, every male that lived on this plain, right?