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As the oldest and the first of his found children, Mammon leads us, contains us, and keeps our darkest desires at bay, even though we all know he himself carries the dreams of his worst nightmares.
Asmodeus walks beside him, head hung down as he doodles in his sketchbook, oblivious to the way the women moon at him as he passes. He’s the most beautiful, ethereal in his looks, but far too deadly to be anywhere near. He might be quiet, he might be reserved, but he revels in shedding blood and hearing the screams of his innocent victims.
“Think he’s ever fucked anyone?” Beelzebub asks me, not giving a shit that the women have heard him and flush at his crass words. He acts before he thinks, led only by his sexual deviancies which he indulges any chance he gets.
All of us are paranoid for one reason or another—a touch co-dependent as well—so the security of staying within the pack matters more than our personal space.
“I can take care of dinner,” Mammon says, reaching for a baking pan. I smirk, ever the mother hen, even if he hates to admit it. He’s the oldest of us—only older than me by five years—so he was charged in raising us to Master’s specifications. He made sure Gore never quite got a grasp on reality, assured that Bel developed his dark sexual fetishes, turned Asi into a torture-loving fuck, and secured my position as a blood-thirsty killer.
Gore’s touch on reality is wonky at best, and Bel uses manipulation and sex to control him.
And out comes Aiden Walker. Without warning, something slams through me. A thick piercing knife in my heart that tears it in two, a crack in my gut where my intestines seep out, an intense rush of something unexpected and all-consuming.
Because, with one look at this plain ordinary man, I come to an understanding. A foreboding sense of dread, a spark of elation, and an animated call to eagerness hits me. Because Aiden Walker will be mine.
It was easy enough to break through his locks and make my way inside where I was immediately greeted by this monstrosity. It kept… touching me. Making these weird quiet clicking sounds like it was choking. I don’t know much about cats but this one is unusual.
Unlike Mammon and Asi who can blend in, Gore, Bel, and I can’t. We’re confined to this gated community, sheltered by Master’s wishes, but I’m not sure I’d want it any other way.
But my body doesn’t treat his body like any ordinary meat suit. Something else happens. Something that’s never happened before. Something that makes me stumble back and almost land on my ass. My cock… twitches.
I want to open myself, cut my body from root to tip, and stuff him inside so he can never leave.
Mr. Flufferton—isn’t that what idiots call these things—notices.
“Don’t you get it? There shouldn’t be a living soul on this planet who’s had him the way I will. I’m going to wipe them all out until there’s only me. Because our souls call to each other. His death and his agony and his torture are mine to take. No one else’s.”
“Just go up to him, introduce yourself, and smile. Tell him you want to grab coffee or some shit. Show me a smile.” I do and Asi shakes his head. “Maybe try it like you don’t eat first born children.”
“Put on a mask. Turn into somebody else. Pretend that you’re not a fucked up murderous bastard. Try to imagine a life outside of this place. Fucking convince yourself you’re not going to hell.” He looks down, a moment of fleeting sadness in his eyes. “That’s what I do.”
“Where am I?” The man snuggles against me, rubbing his cheek against my shoulder. “Where you belong.” “Which is?” “With me.”
The insane cosmic joke is that those vanilla cupcakes were the best I’d ever had. Because they tasted like him too.
After a few minutes, he seems to calm himself down, and when he looks up, he’s smiling. But it’s not right. I know I haven’t mastered the art of smiling like I don’t want to slaughter an entire family, but this is a serial-killer smile if I’ve ever seen one.
When Gore reappears, he smiles kindly and waves me over, like an old man trying to lure me with the promise of candy.
I pause at that and, despite my current situation, I laugh. Out of all the fucked up things that have happened to me, out of all the mental torture I’ve endured, out of everything, now I find it cosmically hilarious that Levi kidnapped not only me but my cat as well.
Mammon bends down, lips right at my ear, and the cruelty in his voice is enough to have my knees shaking. “It’s easy to break delicate things. Especially when they’re already cracked to begin with. Don’t forget that. Now, pick it up.”
Some would call it a lair but that’s just being dramatic.
Asi befriends his bounties, Bel fucks them, Gore literally plays with them, and I’m the one that’s doing something wrong?”
“You make me crazy,” he chuckles, snuggling up to my side. “My perfect obsession. My bounty. My soul to take. My Aiden.”
I don’t know which scares me more. Wanting to hurt someone… Or wanting to be hurt by somebody.
He’s fucked with my head. He’s fucked with my heart. He’ll continue fucking with me until I’m just like him. Until the darkness wins.
“But it’s Bel’s favorite! I don’t think you understand. They found love through BDSM! What’s better than that?”
“It is just a movie night, right? You aren’t going to drink the blood of a newborn, right?”
“Asi doesn’t like to admit it, but he gets off on torture. Gore will tear your tongue out with his bare hands and laugh. Mammon will bash your skull in without a second thought. Bel once even…” He shakes his head. “My point is to not get comfortable around them. They’re all monsters.”
“I’m your monster, little lamb. I staked my claim with my cum, my piss, my spit, and my blood. They’re going to have to kill me to get my prey.”
“You just have to promise you won’t do anything stupid like try to run.” I wrap my hand around the pretty purple marks on his throat. “Because if you do, I’ll just chase you down and fuck you until you pass out and wind up back here. Understood?”
I promise to keep you. I promise to protect you. I promise to do whatever you need.
“I promised you my soul, my loyalty, my dedication. You don’t want to do it, so I’ll do it for you.”
Levi might be a demon. He might be a monster. He might be unworthy of redemption and be damned to hell. He’s a hellhound. And I’m his fucking owner.
“Leviathan. He thinks the two of you are dead.”
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