Deamon didn't pass out as much as he simply closed his eyes and blackness invitingly engulfed him. And inviting it was. The feeling was pleasant, as if he was returned him. He supposed, a part of him technically was. He felt the sensation of falling again, slower this time, but similar to when he died. There was no up or down, just a black void.
"Salutations young one." an eerie voice whispered in his mind.
Deamon looked around. "Hello?" He called out.
"It is I, the one with which you were fused not long ago." The voice continued in his mind, it sounded far off.
"You're the Demon," Daemon said more so to himself, "Why am I only hearing you now?"
"There was no use. Trapped as we were, there were no mortals to punish. Our return to the underworld woke me from my slumber." The voice spoke as if it was obvious.
Daemon thought on that for a moment, not entirely sure what to make of this new information. The voice laughed in the back of his head.
"There is nothing to make of anything. All is as it should be."
"Okay, so you can read my mind. What do we do now? What is your name?" Daemon asked.
"We do what I have always done. My name is Valefar, Duke in Hell. Friend and foe of man." The voice cackled now which created a sharp ringing in Daemon's ears.
****
While processing the information, Daemon blinked. He now looked up at the ceiling. Looking in both directions he quickly gathered that he was in an ornate bedroom, laying in bed. She lay next to him, sleeping soundly. Her blonde tresses fell gracefully around her face and she seemed peaceful. He watched the slow inhale and exhale of her breath. The rise and fall of her chest. She was beautiful. She was his.
He got up from the bed and began to soundlessly inspect the room. Shelves of books line the walls, as well as artifacts and marble statues. Paintings lines the walls, some he recognized and some he did not. In a past life, he had only taken money and lives, never objects of value, but he wagered everything in the room amounted to fortune upon fortune.
He walked over to the fireplace and sat in one of the adjoining chairs. He felt good, he felt strong. Snapping his fingers, the wood and ash burst to life. A steady flame burned in its place, illuminating the room. Realizing the room had been pitch dark, he snapped his fingers again. All the candelabras burned to life as all their wicks lit. His sight, he found, worked even better here. He relaxed into the comfortable cushion and waited.
***
Angel stretched her arms slowly in the dark. She was in a bed, a very soft and warm bed. The stretch felt good as she continued to move languidly. She opened her eyes slowly and was met with a beautifully decorated room. It must have been late because very little light came through the tall paned windows. Almost all of the light came from the grand fireplace and various candelabras. The walls were covered in dark wood with paintings and books, some statues, and tapestries with rich colors. In front of the fireplace stood two matching ornate chairs and off to the corner was a writing desk. She herself, lay in a four-poster bed. She felt remarkably refreshed. Perhaps she had really needed that sleep. It had been such a long time since she had woken up so refreshed. Something nagged in the back of her mind, telling her something wasn't right. What wasn't right? She wasn't sure. Sitting up slowly, she assessed her surroundings. Finding herself alone, a twinge of loneliness poked at her heart.
"Look who's finally awake," Daemon spoke from one of the ornate chairs. A feeling of overwhelming calm passed over her. "That must have been it. That is who I was missing." she thought feeling instantly relieved. He had been watching her sleep since he sat down. Wondering what their new existence would look like. He had felt great when he woke up next to her, full of energy, and even stronger than he was on Earth. In the back of his mind, he wondered if he should have done something like this ages ago.
He made to stand up and stalked towards her. He was struck by the look on her face. Did she look almost... happy? She looked at him with wonder in her eyes and a toothy grin as she sat on her ankles. He wondered if she knew she wasn't wearing anything. He watched her breasts move with every breath.
"Hi." She chimed timidly.
So perhaps not.
"Hello, little one..." He said skeptically. He was positively confused now.
He moved closer to her still until he stood next to the bed. She inched closer to the edge to meet him. She placed her hands on his chest and looked deeply into his eyes. His eyes grew dark with his lust. This was not his Angel, but he found it hard to investigate what was wrong with her when she behaved like this. The way she looked at him, he could be forgiven for thinking she would be willing to hurtle herself off a cliff if he asked. His hands wrapped around her sides and he lowered his head into her neck. She smelled the same. He licked up her neck and she gasped. She tasted the same.
She let out another gasp as his right hand played with her nipple. Arching her back involuntarily. That was his undoing. He took a half step back, appreciated her lithe form, and then roughly threw her further back onto the bed. She squeaked in delight and readily opened her legs for him.
"What the fuck is going on." He thought to himself. Shaking his head he wondered how far he could push her, was it all an act?
"Get on all fours." He growled.
She scurried to obey. There was no hesitation as she arched her back for him and assumed the position he wanted. She looked over her shoulder at him, curious about this person that she held in such high regard. She wasn't sure why, but something about him felt safe and trustworthy.
"That's not right. Look what he did to you?" The voice in the back of her head came called. "But he hasn't done anything to me, I just met him." She thought back.
He saw the look on her face change, from wide-eyed wonder to quizzical. She paused for a moment.
"Perhaps this was strange for her as well," He eyed her skeptically, "Let's see how far she'll go..."
His face contorted into something menacing and lustful as he slapped her ass with a loud clapping sound. He didn't hold back. She involuntarily grasped the sheets. Before she could respond, he spanked her three more times.
Slap
Slap
Slap
