The Shattered and The Wicked

Chapter One

Sebastian kept his face perfectly stoic as he stabbed Lævateinn into the stomach of his eons-long enemy. As the demon suspected, there was no feeling of satisfaction, nor was there sorrow, at the sight Claude did make. There was a great smug feeling at getting his meal, his lovely young master, but it paled slightly in this moment. He hummed lightly as he saw Baal trying to form words. "L-let us meet a-again... in h... Hell... Malphas." A small smirk grew as his enemy faded into shadows, to be carted down to their realm to heal his hurts and come back to the surface, as it would be decades before he came back up again.
The demon butler turned on the ledge and jumped upwards, leaving the sword in the crumbling stone, having no use for it. If the humans found it, it was no problem to him if they died from its energy.
My meal awaits me. A deep hunger, lasting many years, welled up in the stomach of the remaining, and his light smirk turned sharp. But not before I have some fun first. Come to me, my sweet sky.

It was rare that he came back here, to London, but it was still a sweet reminder of his time as a butler. Not many humans had them anymore, and his contracts were so much more boring now.
Sebastian's eyes narrowed as he heard a soft clicking to the right of his figure. It suddenly stopped and the demon spied churning shadows before sensing a demon coming, a very particular demon at that. He returned his gaze to the moon, illuminating the skyline of the prospering city. A cool wind rustled through the male's clothes, but he paid them no mind, as temperatures didn't effect him anymore.
"Why are you here? I would have presumed you to be enjoying life with your new mate."
Malphas waited a few moments before turning his head slightly to see his fellow demon looking up to the constellations. "It has been almost a century since his death. The brat's plan was always to fail, and my meal was exquisite."
"I am almost sorry to hear, then."
Malphas remained silent, knowing lies and jealousy when he heard it.

A shadow shivered as a pair of red eyes appeared in their midst. Black feathers fluttering softly in the still of night. "What brings you here? Americans taste all the same." Baal turned his gaze away from the shadows and to the lone building sitting alone in a field, seemingly abandoned. Both the demon's hearing proved this claim false.
"Not all of the souls here are American." A tall, slender man stepped out of the shadows to get a better taste while his company stood still, as if relaxed.
"Yes, I can smell it too. British?" The new male tipped his head ever so slightly, licking his lips in delight.
"Yes. I have been tracking them for a few days now, it appears to be a sex slave ring." The bespectacled man pushed up his glasses after relaying his impromptu report.
"If you do not mind, I think I will stay to watch. Nothing much interesting has happened since the colonists created this country." Glasses glinted as the male hummed, revealing his disagreement with that statement.
"If you insist."

Freak's eyes widened as he bolted to his feet, feeling the unmistakable urge to throw up. Sleepiness gone in an instant, the boy leaned up against his cage bars to heave, as nothing but a little bread, water, and spit came out.
After a few minutes of the torturous re-appearance of his 'food', Freak sunk back on his heels and ignored the stares. He gingerly wiped his mouth off and rubbed it on the floor, careful not to get them too dirty. Clients didn't like dirty slaves.
"Are you alright?" A soft whisper echoed from the cell next to his, and Freak nodded lightly.
"I don't know why I did that." The boy sitting across from him nodded, his long blonde hair swishing as he did, seeming to come to his own conclusion.
"Bad dream, huh?" The boy just shrugged his petite shoulders, unable to remember much, other than two sets of cold, red eyes.

Freak smiled coyly as he and the other boy were selected to satisfy the customers, two men. They were the most beautiful boys in the group, everyone always said, and the best money-makers too. The clients that saw him were some of the most reliable, coming in at least once a month. The two tall men who looked to be in their late thirty's hadn't been here before, but the usual hunger was present in their eyes as they gazed at the petite boys, wearing nothing but collars and their boxers.
"Come here pretty eyes. What's your name?" Freak walked over with his best innocent expression, looking like an angel to the man who called him over.
"Whatever you want it to be, handsome." Freak purred and winked one of his emerald eyes at the old man. The act didn't phase any of the kids anymore, they had been going through it for too long to be resistant. And if they performed well? A lighter beating and more food was the reward.
"Emerald then, to match your gorgeous eyes." Freak, newly dubbed Emerald, smiled sweetly up at the male, sneering at the unoriginality in his head.
"What's your name?" Freak tilted his head up as he rested against the man's chest, hands ghosting all over the fabric. He brought Freak up for a kiss, biting into his lower lip to make him gasp. The man thrust his tongue inside of Freak's mouth and moaned as the muscle explored the baby teeth and brushed against the boy's own tongue.
After a few moments, the man broke the kiss off with a gasp, heaving for air with a feral look in his eye. "Master. You shall call me Master."
Freak felt like groaning as he realized exactly what this type of guy was. Dominant, aggressive, selfish, and impatient. He caught the eye of the other boy and they both nodded to each other. "Yes Master. Would Master like to go to his room now?"
The man smirked as he gestured fro Freak to lead the way, as the other man obliged as well. Both boys led the men to a separate room, cleaned of all dust and spiders on a daily basis, and sat down on the same bed, wondering what they would have to do.
There was a moment of silence before Freak was about to ask what they wanted, but one of the men, the one who kissed him, spoke first. "Blondie, I want you to fuck Emerald here and let us watch. Then we'll fuck both of you separately, and then together. Sounds fun, Matt?" The man turned to the other, fatter man, and gazed at him in question.
"Sound's perfect to me. After we fuck 'em together though, let's have them give us a blowjob yeah? They're mouths are so small, and warm." The unnamed man smirked deviously as he started to unbuckle his pants, gazing at the two frozen boys in front of them.
"What're you both waiting for? Blondie, fuck him!" Freak and 'Blondie' shared a look before they both slipped out of their boxers and started the show.

"Emerald, spread your legs." Freak did so without comment, used to his nudity and others' stares. This man seemed to be looking for something else though, as he slid a hand under Freak's butt and lifted his hips, showing off his small ballsack.
Without a thought to the boy, the man pushed his ballsack away and spied an 'extra' hole. "Just as I thought... Come here before ya start Matt, our little slave's got a surprise."
Freak's eyes were wide as he looked to the other boy, not daring to move as the men looked at him. The other boy shrugged his shoulders minutely, but enough that Freak understood he was at a loss as well. "Well, well, well, looks like we got ourselves a hermaphrodite." Freak nervously noted the word in the back of his head as he craned his neck to look at the two men now looking at him with lustful faces.
"Blondie, you sit there. We'll get to you later." The boy only nodded, knowing not to intervene or complain to a client.
Without warning, Freak was lifted off the bed and pushed down onto Matt's lap, up to his hilt. Freak shouted hoarsely and the man moaned in pleasure before adjusting his position slightly, allowing the other man his own access. The unnamed man rammed his own cock into Freak, and hissed at the sensory overload. "Fuck... sooo tight..."
Freak cried out again as he felt himself stretching beyond the maximum point, and unknowingly let out his magic to try to heal any possible damage. It became worse when the men grew bored and started to move, sliding in and out and creating a burning friction. Tears flowed freely from the boy as he was thoroughly fucked by two grown men.
After a few minutes, it all became too much and Freak came with a fierce intensity. Magic and cum flew everywhere, and caused the boy's skin to tighten impossibly around both men, making them cum as well, crowing loudly.
It was at that moment that two things happened. The side of the room was blown open by a massive force, and Freak blacked out.