2: Zalakai

Moans echoed off the dark walls. Skin on skin meshed together in a pile behind thin drapes. Gasps. Giggles. Shivers. Breasts and cocks. Pussy and asses. All free game to those that chose to play. For some it was a dream come true, but for others it was an every day occurence.

 He leaned up against the wall, arms folded across his bare, tattooed chest as he quietly surveyed the festivites before him. The musk of cum and sweat mingled and stung a bit in his nose, but it was not new to him. A few of the women detached themselves from the mess and crawled over to him. He gazed down at each one. A woman with skin as dark as ebony and glossy blue eyes. Hair dark as midnight and perfectly curled. The next woman with pale skin as the moon on its brightest night, and sandy blonde hair with hazel eyes. The last woman with sun-kissed skin, chocolate eyes and almond colored hair. They tugged on his leather pants, whimpering like puppies that craved for attention. He smirked down at each of them, his hand caressed the cheek of the pale woman when the door across the dimly lit space opened abruptly. A man with red tinted skin towered in the doorway, his black hair rested over his shoulders. He cocked his head as he wrinkled his nose while he glanced around the room until his eyes rested on the Zalakai's.

 "You are being requested." The man spoke deeply, his voice like a rumble of thunder in the distance. Zalakai sighed with a bit of annoyance as he gently shoved the women away. They each pouted sadly until the sounds of sex filled their ears again and returned to it happily.

 "This better be good." Zalakai stated as he stepped out of the room and closed the door behind himself. The noises quickly ended the moment the door shut them out. "I was getting ready to join them." He gestured to the semi hard on outline against the leather. The tall man only shrugged as he turned away, his black wings closed against his back.

 "The Lord commands it." The man said gruffily as he lead the way. Zalakai grumbled to himself as his hard on softened.

 "Lord. Father. What difference does it make." He said. The man looked back to him, but Zalakai waved him off, "It's a rhetorical question, Felix." His eyes scanned the stone corridor, "Did he at least mention what for?"

 "A Demon has been banished back and wants your insight." Felix said as they turned up a set of stairs to a wooden door.

 "Did he get banished for trying to seduce a nun?" Zalakai asked before he chuckled to himself, "He must've have played his cards right for him to be back down here."

 "Seducing a nun is not easy." Felix grumbled as he pushed open the door. Screams of anguish filled his ears as he stepped out into a gargantuan sized cavern. Fire licked up up the walls of the cliffs, a lava river coursed through the domain. Black winged, crow-like Demons flew about, some carried carcasses or even still living, breathing beings.

 "Don't you just love the sound of pain in the morning?" Zalakai half joked, but Felix gave no response. "Tough crowd."

 Felix escorted him over the rocky terrain, the ominous fiery skies stretched on for miles in all directions. Zalakai glimpsed over his shoulder to the now distant fortress he made his home and the sensual caress of the women that still lingered in his mind. The sound of a deep groan as a giant trailed its way through the river of lava beside him.

 "Morning Garth." Zalakai called out to it. The giant turned its dead eyes on the small Demon and gave a rotted grin and a small wave of his decayed hand.

 "Morning 'Kai." The giant returned his greeting before he continued his walking through the lava.

 "That's his second lap this morning." Felix chipped in as he stepped over a small three-step staircase to the next rocky landing.

 "Really now? He gets faster every year." Zalakai said almost proudly. A castle stood out against the fiery sky. The obsidian stonework shined in the light as it stood strong on a small mountain that overlooked a lake of lava. The iron gates squealed open, skeleton guards at the ready as they bypassed them and continued to follow the dirt trail up to the castle doors. Gargoyles lined the path on either side of them, soft growls emanated from the stone protectors.

 "I told him he should upgrade these things. Why can't we have a three headed hound like Hades and Persephone?" Zalakai asked openly. One of the Gargoyles shifted its face from stone and bared its teeth at Zalakai menacingly. "Oh, how scary." He said sarcastically before he snapped his fingers. The Gargoyle grumbled into dust where it stood.

 "Take that argument up with the Lord." Felix said dismissively just as they arrived at the large double doors, "You know where he is." Felix turned and fanned out his wings before he took off into the sky. Zalakai watched after him for a moment before the doors opened on their own.

 "Time to face the music." He grumbled as he headed inside and the doors slammed behind him. Chandeliers hang up high in the main hall, the dim light barely spread through the entirety of the space. Shadows loomed around every corner as he made his way through the hall to another set of large, heavy wooden doors. Groans drew his attention to two Zombies with silver chains wrapped around their necks. The chains glowed eerily for a moment and forced the undead creatures to open the doors for him. The doors creaked loudly and gave way to a large throne room beyond them. A crimson carpet laid out beneath his feet and stretched forward to a small rise with a large seat made of bone. A single chandalier as large as the Giant's head hung high up on the ceiling with candles lit. Sconces were also lit along the walls on both sides of the room, illuminating the dark tapestry and faded paintings that decorated the chamber. Accompanying Zalakai within the room was a Succubus with light purple skin and trible tattoos around her wrists. Her petite breasts were bare, but she adorn a shimmering cloth around her waist that barely hid her crotch. Her hooves tapped against the stone floor as she crossed from a small table with a goblet and wine bottle to pass it to the man in the chair. A smaller being made of shadow cowered before the large man in the chair.

 "You sent for me." Zalakai stopped some feet away from the rise. The man, or perhaps less than a man, took a sip from the goblet before he handed it off to the Succubus again. The moment he stood, his meer presence overtook the room. His black eyes stood out against his dark red skin, tattooes lined his chest, abdomen and arms. Wrapped around his waist was a loin cloth made of thick fur and his hooves had steam rising up from them. His horns curled back slightly and up, his jet black hair slicked back with grey lining the sides.

 "You're late." The Demon's voice grumbled as he took a step down from his chair and stood beside the trembling Demon beside him.

 "Felix isn't the fastest of messengers." Zalakai retorted.

 "You should have vamped here." The Demon suggested with a bit of annoyance in his tone.

 "I wanted to stop and smell the roses along the way." He again retorted. The large Demon snarled angrily. The Succubus looked on with fear sparkling in her eyes as she took a step back. Yet Zalakai was used to his father's anger by now that it no longer phased him when he was ready to lash out.

 "You're lacking in your duties." The Demon said as he gestured to the Demon at his feet.

 "In all honesty, keeping watch over the orgies is part of my job description, remember?" Zalakai reminded him.

 "You are also to maintain order amongst the lesser Demons from our portion of the Seven Hells." His father growled angrily.

 "No offense, father, but isn't that your job?" Zalakai finally met his gaze and a part of him wished he hadn't. The fire that burned in the Lord's eyes was more fierce than the fires of Hell.

 "Leave us." The Demon shouted. The Succubus was quick to make her exit through a side door, and just as the shadow Demon was about to make its escape, his father growled down at it, "Not you." The moment the Succubus left and silence fell over them, his father relaxed slightly. "You make it difficult not skin you alive and have your body hung up over my mantle."

 "Aw, I love you too, father." Zalakai rested a hand over his chest before he nodded to the lesser Demon, "What's he in for?"

 "He was sent back after possessing a priest." His father's eyes sparkled for a moment, "An Exorcist."

 "Not any Exorcist." The shadow Demon squeaked out, "But the Exorcist." He stated.

 "Rayleigh." Zalakai mumbled softly.

 "I didn't ask you here initially about the Exorcist, Zalakai." His father stood beside him now, "This Demon had been spewing nonsense about that Witch you have imprisoned."

 "Witch?" Zalakai tapped his chin thoughtfully, "Witch. Witch. Witch. Which Witch?" He asked innocently.

 "Don't mock her." The shadow Demon growled softly. "She's more than just a Witch. You of all people should know, son of Asmodeus." It snarled at him.

 "I hate when they speak my title." Zalakai crouched down in front of it. "So long as she is held by my chains, she won't ever escape." He pressed his finger against the shadow's head. The tip of his finger started to glow red hot and the shadow began to screech with agony.

 "Your power is weakening, Demon Prince." It cackled through the pain, "You think your chains are still holding?" Zalakai's eyes narrowed, "Any day now. She will return to the realm of the living and rule over all..." It screeched just before it burst into sparks. The glow from his fingertip faded as he rose back to his feet.

 "You assured me that you were well." Asmodeous said as he stepped up to his chair and retook his seat, "Do I need to appoint another in your place?"

 "No." Zalakai said sternly, "Everything is fine. I am fine." He met his father's gaze.

 "You better be." Asmodeus said before he snapped his fingers. The door opened off to the side and the Succubus returned once more, "Deal with the Exorcist first. It's about time she gets what she deserves. What do the Human's call it these days?" He stroked his goatee before smirking, "Right. Karma."