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“Do Ireallyhave to go to Nowhere U?”
“As long as you live under my roof, you do!” she yells back.
A wide grin stretches my lips, and I rush to my room. I think I finally have a way out of this whole college thing, and Asmodeus, of all people, gave it to me.
First thing’s first, though: I have to pack.
Chapter 2
Asmodeus
It’s a pity Callie is so beholden to Elena. She would thrive in Hell, where her talents would be appreciated. I imagine she’s only grown stronger since I last saw her.
She’s certainly grown more beautiful. Even as a young teenager, Callie was stunning, but now that she’s older by some years … Well, I enjoyed the view, anyway. Long legs, shiny golden curls, hips that beg for my hands to take hold, and full, round breasts that put her flat-chested sister to shame. I daresay she’s even more ravishing than some of My succubus Children.
Normally, I’d spend my day on My living Throne of fucking bodies, watching the sea of sex that is my little corner of Hell. Today, however, thoughts of Callie distract me from my Princely duties. How can I properly run My Domain when she preoccupies me so?
I want her. I want her legs wrapped around me, her tongue in my mouth, her cunt warming my cock. I want her like I’ve never wanted another human, more than I’ve ever wantedanyone. Even Lilith couldn’t hold my attention like this. Hard to believe that I, Asmodeus, Prince of Lust, am smitten with a teenaged girl.
A woman, I correct myself. She’s reached the age of maturity for humans. A small distinction, but one worth noting.
My interaction with Callie today was all too brief. I didn’t get a chance to gauge her interest, to see if my innate charms had any effect. There are few who could deny me if I put in the effort, but I foolishly allowed myself to get distracted by Elena’s control over Callie’s life. I became rash, acted without thinking, something quite out of character for me. What does it matter to me if Callie is forced to attend the local college? It’s a minor annoyance, yet I barged into Elena’s house as though Callie had told me she was being sold into slavery. Most unusual.
Perhaps I will return to Nowhere once I’ve formulated a plan to free Callie from her oppression. That might win some favor from the young woman, and it would be a stick in Elena’s craw if I found a way for Callie to bypass her edict.
Two for the price of one, as the humans say.
I wonder what else Callie might like to do with her time if she doesn’t attend classes. She’s a smart woman, talented, with potential in spades. I could envision her commanding My Armies as easily as I could see her doing something more mundane, more human—perhaps more easily, truth be told.
Come to think of it, I can’t bring myself to imagine her as anything less than extraordinary.
Bah! I shake my head to clear it of such thoughts. Who is Callie that I can’t push her from my mind?
I do my best to proceed with my day as per usual, dictating eternal tortures for My incubus and succubus Offspring to carry out. Normally I would partake as well, but I decide to delegate these duties for now. For some reason, it feels … inappropriate to deliver these punishments myself. Almost like doing My Job would be an infidelity.
Time passes as it does in Hell, both blindingly fast and achingly slow. As a native to the Realm, I am able to gauge Earth time accurately despite the warped passage of time in My Dimension. Eons pass in mere minutes, seconds stretch for decades, and all the while, a week passes on Earth. I hear no more of Callie, though I wonder constantly what she’s doing up there. Is she rebelling, or did she submit?
My answer comes sooner than I expect.
One Earth week after my visit, the sound of distant explosions—a new sound, different from the usual cacophony of agonized screams—breaks through the Hellscape. Intrigued, I look to the blood-red skies to see new plumes of smoke amidst the omnipresent miasma in the atmosphere. Demons of every shape and size screech and howl, and though I cannot see the source of the disturbance yet, something tells me to pay attention to this new development.
A pair of incubi appear at the foot of My Throne, panting and out of breath. They bow, as is appropriate, and wait for my acknowledgment before speaking.
“Father! A human has invaded Hell, and word is she is making her way to Your Domain.”
A human, eh? Interesting, but certainly not worthy of inducing such panic. “And?”
The other incubus steps forward. “My Liege, she is attacking any demon who crosses her path … and she’s using infernal magic to do it!”
Thatgets my attention. I know of one witch in particular who is fond of wielding demonic energies. I sit up straighter and throw on my usual human glamour. It would be rude to face Callie in my demonic form when she’s come all this way—not to mention this form is more enticing to her human aesthetics.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” I say. “Make a path for her. Better to get out of her way than to invite her wrath.”
The two incubi exchange a confused glance, then nod and bow again. On My Command, they manipulate the sea of fucking bodies that makes up the ground of My Domain to part in a straight path from the gates to the base of My Throne.
I watch in giddy anticipation as Callie approaches.
She’s a vision of fierce determination, her pretty face set and her head held high. As she strides forward in knee-high heeled boots, stepping through the jagged terrain like it was soft grass, My Demons scatter. The currents ruffle the airy black dress she wears, lifting the hem slightly, but not enough for my liking. Her hair is pulled into a high ponytail, though several locks have come loose to frame her face. A backpack sits slung over her shoulder, stuffed to the brim. Each hand is charged with infernal energy, crackling and glowing red around her.
