Page 9 of Unholy Fate

The room was small and sterile, the blinking of lights and the smell of antiseptic and unwashed human assaulting my senses. And there, handcuffed to the gurney, was Frank Brown. He looked up as I entered, his eyes widening in fear.

“Hello, Frank. I’d like to talk to you about Sister Evelyn.”

Frank shrank back against the bed, glancing around the room as if searching for an escape. Good. Fear suited him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t seen her. I swear.”

I chuckled and sauntered over to his bedside. “Oh, Frank. I think you have. And I know you touched her.”

“No, I didn’t, I swear,” he blubbered, thrashing against his restraints.

I leaned in close and whispered an enchantment into his ear. Frank’s face paled and his mouth worked, the expression draining from his features as my words sank in. His terrified face went slack. I walked out as Frank grabbed a tray off the table.

I strolled along the hallway toward the elevators. This place reeked of desperation and despair, a sensual perfume. The more I soaked in the misery, the more my cock, the length of my forearm, stirred. Damn, I needed a good fucking after this. A nice tight hole to relieve all this tension sounded magnificent.

Approaching the security office, I spotted a hapless guard. Perfect. I knocked on the door, feigning politeness. When the fool opened it, I used my magic to alter my appearance to a young, beautiful blonde woman and flashed my most dazzling smile. “Hey there, cutie. I’m so lost. Can you help me?”

The guard, entranced by my charms, stood frozen, drool pooling at the corner of his lips as I waved my hand in front of his glazed over eyes. “Forget,” I said, watching the blank look wash over his face.

Moments later, I was in front of the monitor, fingers flying over the keyboard as I brought up the surveillance footage from Frank Brown’s room. The pathetic human had begun to work on himself with the fervor of a man possessed, and truthfully, he was. I’d given him a little push in the right direction, after all.

Using the computer controls, I zoomed in, not wanting to miss a thing. Frank had taken the plastic fork from his used food tray, snapped the end off, leaving a jagged and sharp piece of plastic. He’d already skewered one eyeball, the milky fluid of the eye mixing with blood and sliding down his cheek. I gave a faint snigger as he thrashed around shoving the makeshift weapon into his second eyeball. My cock throbbed in my pants as blood gushed down his face in a macabre fountain.

The visual as he plunged the entire utensil into his mouth, ripping through his cheek, almost got me to pull my dick out and begin stroking. It had been too long since I’d last feasted onsuch delicious agony. Through the camera’s speakers, I listened as he grunted and hissed in fervor, sawing through his cheek, then stabbing into his tongue, gouts of blood bursting from his mouth. So much blood. That was all humans were really. Filthy monkeys with souls, filled with blood and guts, and all held together by the thinnest of containers, so easily torn asunder.

The alarms blared, as the monitors on Frank registered his panicked heart rate and blood loss. The medics rushed in as he was plunging the jagged and broken fork into his own throat. The makeshift blade rising and falling, rising and falling, each time a fan of blood arching up. Arterial pulses send crimson sprays across the room like a child’s squirt gun working overtime. Try as they might, the doctors and nurses were too late to save the sputtering, gasping mess that was once Frank.

“Well, Frank,” I said to the fading security feed, “I’m sure you and your new roommates will have a blast in hell.”

With a jaunty skip, I left the security office whistling a tune. I paused by the nurse and whispered, “Meet me in the garage.”

The automatic doors whooshed open as I left the hospital, and I quickly snapped a picture of myself in front of the hospital sign, uploading it to social media with the caption: “Almost a rough day but all is okay now. ” Creating a social media presence on Earth had been one of Lucifer’s ideas. Corruption on a mass scale. Damn if it hadn’t been a good one. I loved keeping up my accounts. Ol’ Luc had hit the nail on the head assigning me that particular task. I was up to three million followers. Fuckin’ A. Of course I was. Who wouldn’t love me?

A gentle breeze, carrying the scent of antiseptic and exhaust fumes, ruffled my hair as I strolled toward my car, glossy blackpaintwork gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights of the ambulance bay where I’d left it.

It would be nice to work off this hard on with the woman. She was going to be deliciously shamed by how much she enjoyed being banged on a car hood in public view.

As I reached for the door handle, the all too familiar buzzing that felt like a thousand tiny needles in my skull started. Lucifer’s signature mental summons.

Grumbling, I telepathically respond with a curt, “Yeah, boss?”

The reply came back immediately, and it was clear he wasn’t pleased. “Get your ass back here now, Levi. We have a problem.”

I sighed, my good mood and hard cock quickly deflating. Knowing better than to keep the boss waiting. “All right, all right, I’m on my way.”

I got in and buckled up, mentally preparing myself for whatever trouble was waiting for me back in Hell. The Maserati started with a throaty roar. The smell of burning rubber filled the air, as I pulled out of the ambulance bay and headed to the garage where I’d park the car while I teleported into Hell.

Dread crept up my spine. I had a feeling deep in the pit of my gut this was definitely going to be one of those days.

CHAPTER SIX

LUCIFER

A flickerof green energy flashed through the air moments before Levi appeared, stepping confidently into my throne room. His tall, muscular build shimmered with demonic power. The vast chamber was illuminated by the flickering reddish-gold light emanating from the walls as if the stones were afire. Distant screams of agony echoed faintly, an ever-present background melody in my domain.

I sat upon my throne of bones, blackened and hardened to stone over the centuries, flames licking hungrily up its sides. My thirteen attendants stood silently around the room, keenly aware of my volatile moods, especially since two of their number bore recent wounds from a flash of irritability before I summoned Levi. With a dismissive wave of my clawed hand, I leaned back.

“Leave us.” My command brooked no argument.

The demons vanished instantly.

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