*Semi-Mature Content*
I didn’t want our time together to be over for some reason. The further that Damien walked away from me and back to his car, the more I began to miss him. Why was I so infatuated with this man? He was beautiful and obviously smart, he’s a judge at twenty-five years old, for Christ’s sake, but there was something else about him that I couldn’t quite pin my finger on. It was like his blue eyes and hypnotized me and left me with nothing but thoughts of him.
My thoughts wandered as I entered my home and shut the door, leaning back on it with my eyes closed. Even with my eyes closed, I could picture him perfectly, as if he was still standing directly in front of me; his silky black hair and smooth skin, deep, sultry voice, and mesmerizing eyes, then my mind wandered to his lips. They were plump, and I remembered watching him as he drank his wine, wishing that my body were the glass.
The look on her face as I walked away was sadness, and while I hated to see it, it also warmed my heart that she was upset that our night was over. ’Don’t worry, Abigail Lynn, it was only the first of many,’ I thought to myself as I stared into her big hazel eyes.Just as much as she didn’t want me to go, I didn’t want to leave her. I wanted to take her then and there and make her mine forever, but Abby was precious to me, and I didn’t want to scare her away. Ultimately, I wanted to make her my Lady of the Underworld.My uncle’s name is Lucifer, most know him simply as the Devil. Being his nephew, I don’t have an exact title, but I am referred to as “Lord Damien” when I’m there. If it were England royalty, my position would be like a Marquee, but I like the sound that Lord carries with it more.My nickname as “The Demon” here in the human world
After my fun with Bradley and his friends, I decided to take a trip back home with Hex to greet our new friends to the Underworld. My demon was satisfied, but I still had business to tend to. I needed to determine how they would spend the rest of eternity.The torture of the Underworld begins as soon as you wake up - it appears to be Heaven, and it gives a bit of hope to the newly deceased souls that we soon get to take away from them.Bradley and his friends were all together laying in the grass, and they looked around and smiled at their surroundings; vibrant green grass and trees, blue sky with no clouds as far as the eye could see, singing birds, and a perfect temperature.Their reactions changed as Hex and I walked closer to them and they noticed us. They all cowered and their smiles dropped instantly as they saw me and the demon next to me. Hex was a small man in his human form, his height barely reached my waist a
I slept in late the next morning after spending a decent amount of time the night before exhausting my body. I began to ask myself if last night really happened or if I dreamt of Damien taking me to Farro and almost having a moment with him. I sure hope it wasn’t a dream, I wanted to see him again, and I still didn’t know why.I was thirsty and hurried my way downstairs to get some juice. I found my mom at the kitchen table, staring blankly into her cup of coffee, and still wearing what she had on yesterday after crying herself to sleep.“Good morning, mama,” my voice was a tad bit more chipper than it probably appropriate to be, but I couldn’t help it.“Morning, Abby,” her voice was weak and she forced a small grin onto her face and I watched her continue to stare at the cup in front of her as I poured my drink, coming to sit by her. I put my hand on her leg for comfort again, l
The receptionist greeted me just as she always had, almost like she didn’t hear about the lawsuit. Her name was Ingrid, and she was a little ditsy.“Hi, Abby!” She greeted me with her big toothy smile and I smiled back, pleasantly surprised. Ingrid has been the receptionist here for as long as I’ve been coming in to visit my dad, and we had become almost friends. She’s only about thirty years old, newly married, and trying for kids. She always had gorgeous red hair that was naturally curly that I was envious of – I always found my straight blonde hair to be boring.“Hi, Ingrid,” I said as I walked up to her desk.She leaned forward to speak to me in a hushed voice, “Sorry to hear about your dad, but” she shrugged her shoulders and frowned, silently saying that he did this to himself, which he did.“It is what it is,” I said in a
After satisfying my demon and my visit with Uncle Lucifer, where he challenged me to a one-on-one with him to prove that I was not becoming soft or losing my touch as a demon, I was feeling physically exhausted and collapsed on my bed very dramatically before I fell into a deep slumber all night long.Demon’s don’t dream, but if we did, I’m sure I would dream of Abby, with her high blonde ponytail and denim jacket, standing outside of her house looking at me longingly as I walked away slowly. I would probably dream about her running and wrapping herself around me before planting a kiss on me.I opened my eyes and sighed, not-dreaming was one of the downsides of being a demon, I always wondered what it was like to have your own dreams. I could enter others’ dreams and control them, turn them into nightmares when appropriate, but I never got to experience one myself. It sounded nice, having an escape for a little while
There was something about his presence that made me feel safe, and while this was generally a safe area, I just felt more comfortable with him near me. Maybe it was because all of my father’s friends said that he was intimidating, or maybe I just liked looking at him, both are very possible.There were a few feet of grass between the parking lot and the sidewalk that we had to walk through, and the grass was still cold and wet from the rain. The tips of the blades of grass tickled my ankles and I took one big step across the grass to avoid it. I heard Damien chuckle behind me and I looked back at him.“Aren’t you cold?” I asked him as I saw that he still only wore his button-down shirt. The sun may have been out, but it was still chilly, and I put my hands in my jacket pockets.“No, I’m hot-blooded,” he smiled at me and put his hands in his pockets.I nodded
Damien drove me home and I stared at him the entire way there, but he didn’t look at me at all. Usually, he is stealing glances just like I was of him, but now, he was dead focused on the road. Did I say something to upset him?He opened the car door for me and walked me to the front door of the house to see me safely inside before leaving, “Your mom will be home in just a minute, I need to get going before she sees me,” was all he said before he returned to his car and drove off. I watched his car disappear behind the other houses and my mom’s red Subaru appeared not even two seconds later. Did he see mom get in her car after we drove off?Mom parked in the driveway and walked over to me, “What are you doing standing out front, hon?” she asked with a concerned look on her face. Her cheeks were especially rosy from the brisk air and her hair slightly ratty from the wind.“I just
After looking into Abby’s eyes and thinking much about it, I decided anything I showed her she would think a simple magic trick, I had to show her what I had done last night. No stage magician is able to enter one’s dreams and manipulate them, but a demon most certainly can. I would have to manipulate her dreams.I knew she was curious about Bradley, so I gave her the ability to see him but leave as she wished. I was present in the dream as well, acting as the snake that shocked her back awake. I didn’t want her to spend too much time in Hell just yet, even if it were only a projection of it, she would need to get used to the idea before spending lots of time there.I was eager to see how she would react to my methods of torture, and she didn’t disappoint. Of course, she would be shocked by what she saw and take a step back, but she didn’t scream or have any other type of reaction to everything she saw, and it m