The Devils Diaries

Dungeon

"The Dungeon!" cried the man in the suit, "Really?" 

He and Lucifer walked into the leisure room, which was on the top level of the castle and had a large arch way into Lucifer's private room.

"6 of the Deadly Sins," Lucifer murmured to herself as she relaxed onto the lounge, "Why commit 6 and not the 7?" 

"My Lady," started the man in the suit, "I couldn't tell you because I do not know!" He huffed loudly before pacing back and forth in front of Lucifer. 

Lucifer laid across the lounge and looked up at the anxious man. She licked her lips and gave a gentle sigh, her robes becoming slightly looser by the action. "What has you so riled up darling?" she cooed gently, "Come, sit. Tell me what bothers you?" 

Lucifer brought her hand up to her face, curling her finger ever so slightly as she beckoned him to her. The man stopped his pacing almost immediately and slowly, in a trance like walk, came over to Lucifer. 

Lucifer's eyes flashed gold and the man in the suit knelt next to her, "What do you wish of me, my Lady?" 

She reached at the man, tracing his jaw with the nail of her forefinger. Following down his neck line Lucifer gently felt the man's chest before clasping her hand around his tie. 

The man in the suit did not protest, nor fight against her. His eyes glasses over and he simply obeyed her word. 

Lucifer pulled him on to her so that he was lying on top of her. Their faces so close that she could feel his breath. Her leg  wrapped around his, keeping him from escaping anything she did to him. 

The man in the suit took a shallow breath, "My Lady," he whispered, "What is it that you wish me to do. As your servant, your slave, your follower, your..." The man stopped his list as Lucifer pulled him closer to her. 

His mouth brushed her lips, sending sparks down his spine, but Lucifer's lips kept moving towards his ear. 

"Tell me Solomon," she whispered in his ear, "why does Diogenes in the dungeon bother you so much?" 

Solomon blinked, "W..Wh..what?"

Lucifer locked eyes with him, "Why does Diogenes in the dungeon bother you so much?" Her words cut through the air with purpose but still sounded sly and tempting. 

His dark eyes reflected Lucifer's golden ones, his dull black spheres becoming rich with glittering, warm lights. 

"I..I..." Solomon started, "I don't want him there because.. " He trailed off as be become lost in her eyes. 

Lucifer rolled her eyes and decided to do things the fun way. 

She cocked a smile and pushed against Solomon's weight. He fell backwards in a daze as Lucifer mounted him. Using her power she removed Solomon's charcoal jacket by making it disappear and reappear on the floor. 

Solomon, in his trance like state, looked up at her in awe. His deadly sin taking over his mind, he traced Lucifer's body with his hands starting from her waist, down to her hips and thighs. When he reached her knee's his hands went back up. 

His breathing became heavy and his mind went blank. He became hungry for her. Nothing but her. Of all the females he had laid hands on, in his mortal life and Hell life, she was the most exquisite. Before her, nothing and no one could make him feel this way. 

Lucifer kept eye contact with Solomon and slowly bit her finger. She brought it down the front of her chest and body before pressing it just above Solomon's pelvis. 

Solomon drew a sharp breath but never broke away from Lucifer's eyes. 

Lucifer's hand moved up under Solomon's shirt, unbuttoning the buttons as she went. "Why," Lucifer breathed, "does Diogenes being sentenced to the dungeons bother you so much?" 

"Because the dungeons are where you send people to become your toys." Solomon answered, "I am jealous of them because their torture is giving you pleasure. I want that." Solomon pushed his hands up Lucifer's clothing, her skin and the satin of her dress slowly peeling apart. 

"What about Diogenes?" Lucifer asked when Solomon's hand reached the lace hidden behind her satin robes. 

"I do not want him sent there after the way he caught your eye." Solomon's tone was blunt and filled with hatred. "I do not want his hands where I want mine." 

Lucifer had unbuttoned his whole shirt, Solomon's bare chest greeting her. She wrapped his tie around her hand and pulled it tight. She leaned down and melted her mouth onto his.

Solomon's hunger got the best of him and he ripped Lucifer's satin dress from her body. His arms holding her tightly on him, their lips clashing and fighting for each other. 

Lucifer held Solomon's tie in one hand pulling him closer to her with in, and ran her nails through his hair with the other. Their movements becoming an aggressive dance there on her lounge. 

Solomon craving more of Lucifer moved his hand down her body, the faint whisper of his voice pleading for more could be heard in and out of his breaths. 

Lucifer slowed and pulled away from him. She smiled and got off the lounge. She cackled and walked towards her room. 

Solomon blinked, shook his head and blinked again. He looked over at Lucifer in confusion. 

Dressed in black lace underwear Lucifer sneered at him. Her eyes changing from gold to red, reflecting the flames from the torches. "You want something but guess what, you can never have it." 

Lost for words, Solomon stuttered and fumbled. 

"Save your pitiful words for later Solomon," Lucifer snarled as she turned into her room, "I have places to be." 

Lucifer changed into her chosen outfit for the dungeons; black, lace up, knee high, gladiator sandals, a black and gold, tight fit, leather dress that cut off halfway up her thighs and was strapless. She finished her outfit by strapping her gold sword to her hip and placing her crown of black metal, vines and rubies on her head. 

She walked out of her room and leaned over a paralyzed Solomon, "You can not ever have me for I am no mortal, I do not bow to the will of man." She hissed at him, "I am Lucifer, Queen of Hell, Empress of the Dead, The Face of War and Tyranny, Lady of Judgement. You will stay beneath me for you are a sinner of lust. Your sentence on arrival was to spend eternity craving the thing you desire the most and what you desire is the most beautiful feeling from the most beautiful female." 

Lucifer strutted towards the exist of her room snapping at Solomon as she moved, "You are nothing more then a prisoner living in Hell, a place I rule with an iron fist. Never believe that you will receive that feeling because you will never get it." 

She passed through the archway of the door and the iron gates that created a barrier between the rest of the palace and Lucifer's person room slammed closed. Lucifer stood on the other side of the gates and made one last comment, "Remember who is a slave and who is a Queen." 

With that she left and past down the dark corridors of the castle, down the spiral steps of the towers, heading deep into the dirt of the tortured ready to break whatever soul the prisoners in the dungeons had left. 

Meanwhile, Solomon stayed where he was left. 

Sitting alone on the lounge. Head hung. Making no other noises then the ones of someone who is in pain. 

But not just any pain. Emotional pain.

Solomon was crying.