I'm obsessed and as shameful as it is to admit it, there's no denying it. My cock craved her cunt and my arms long to hold her in their grasp. My mouth is parched and a kiss from her would revitalize me in every way that mattered.
She's become the idol I covet and the altar I worship at. Her cunt is a fucking temple and my cock finds heaven in its warm, wet embrace. I'm a zealot and my devotion knows no limits. It's dark and dangerous and it burns hotter than the infernos I just endured for her.
The columns of the Temple's entrance loom in the distance and they're not a mirage. The Oracle likes to fuck with the pilgrims who've made the torturous journey here, regardless of their devotion. Or rank. Or bribe they've brought to appease the miserable asshole.
But it's not fucking with me today.
Not on this pilgrimage.
Either I'm lucky—which I doubt—or I'm in for quite the greeting when I step into the hallowed halls. The Oracle does nothing by halves and he doesn't spare pilgrims for no goodreason. He'll get his kick out of me another way, even though my journey here isn't to pay reverence to his Temple.
I follow the path, cutting past the idols and the false gods we worship on our way to deeper eternal damnation. They're atrocious and their statues are an affront to all that's good and holy.
My hands throw the heavy gold doors open and I march into the halls. My wings open as I roar, sounding my arrival as surely as any fanfare. I beat a harsh note of irritation and plod on, frustrated that no priests or lesser demons are here to welcome me.
The halls lie empty, and I make my way to the inner sanctum without interruption. The place is abandoned, save for the black candles burning their infernal flames and the treasures adorning the base of the altar. The braziers erupt in fire, sending sparks of white phosphorus scattering across the floor.
“You came, Lord Amaymon.”
The Seer steps forward in his formal gown, billowing scarlet behind him. The color's never suited him, and his skin seems even sicklier than its green contrasts against the bright red gown of my domain. His bony fingers protrude from the sleeves and he lowers his cowl, revealing his skull-like head and the chasm left in their sockets.
His vision doesn't require eyes and he lost them to acquire more power. Greater ability. A keen insight. One that I control as he serves me, sworn to obey through an unbreakable bond.
He's served me well, even if he complains that he would have preferred it had I consulted him before trading his eyeballs.
“You knew I was coming, Seer. Unless your vision is so badly affected that you are blind and useless to me.”
He smiles and I wish he wouldn't carry on with the despicable habit.
“Always with a sense of humor. You will need it, Amaymon.”
I step closer and we meet, standing face to face. “I assume your vision has improved and that I have not wasted my time with a needless visit to the Oracle. As delightful as this place is, I prefer to pass my time in other ways.”
“It has, Lord.” He waits. “She is quite interesting and I will enjoy meeting her. She is quite well, by the way. Sleeping now she has slain the Yiddin.”
My hands curl into fists and shadows stream from me, swirling around the sanctum as my rage explodes.
“Her first kill was not easy. Especially for a mortal. But this is what we need to discuss. Mordecai threatens to return and you must stop him—unless you wish to sacrifice yourself to see Lucifer fall.”
The Seer's arm extends and I follow, guided towards some reclining chairs. I sit and take my wine, finally receiving some of the hospitality I expect from my station. I’m far from calm and certainly not cool, not placated by the fine vintage I’m being gifted by the Temple.
“You are aware of the rumors of Mordecai's return.”
He isn't asking a question, but I nod in agreement anyway.
“They are misguided and riddled with inaccuracies. Mordecai has not risen, but part of his spirit has returned and it seeks to be made whole. It's been waiting for its chance and now it thinks it's found a weakness it can exploit.”
“Adriana?”
“You. Your attachment to this mortal is an extreme obsession, even for one as dark as you, Amaymon. You revel in her and the pleasure she brings you, and Mordecai can use her against you. It would be easiest if you killed the girl and saved everyone the inconvenience of what will happen if you do not.”
My teeth bare, and the Seer doesn't flinch.
“I thought it unlikely you would take that road. Still, one must try.”
I flick my fingers and pour myself another goblet of wine.
“Mordecai, or what remains of him, will seek to harness the Power of the Damned to resurrect himself. To do it, he will need the lifeblood of the being his sworn enemy holds most dear. Usually, that's the enemy themselves, but in your case, your obsession with that girl has put her at risk. And a terrible one. For her and all of us.”
