On the Evil Scale: Keeper of La Tecla (The Key) Book Two

The glass shattered to the ground around my feet, and spilled the Scotch that pooled beneath my boots. I too, stood in shock, but yet completely mesmerized, for this man was the definition of perfection, and magnificence in his godly 6’4 stature with a herculean build with straight, elegant posture. The fullness and thickness of his raven hair hung mid-back length, with untrimmed ends, that was combed back, falling loosely onto his muscular shoulders. Brushed and smooth like an American Indian’s sleek hair, there wasn’t a strand out of place. His eyes flashed red momentarily, revealing his demonic status then they returned to their natural dark brown color, complimenting his gorgeous carved features. Tilting his head, as if stretching his neck, I could see strange symbols running down the right side of his jaw, neck and shoulder that disappeared beneath the collar of his dark red velvet, sleeveless tunic. They were a perfect contrast against his light-to-medium olive complexion.

Taking shuffling steps forward, I scanned his appearance further; his red tunic had gold threading along the collar and hems, open down the front and a popped collar, revealing his muscular hairless chest and upper stomach with no abs, just flat hard muscle. Silver chains hung around his neck, and an intricately studded black leather wide belt cinched his waist slightly, looking almost as if he stole it from a gladiator. As he shifted in place, his fitted leather pants could be seen through the open slit down the front below the belt, and his leather lace-up boots were a perfect match to his pants and gauntlets crafted of the same leather, detailed with jewels and studs. Silver bands upon his upper arms, barely fit because his large muscular arms.

Standing speechless, he was the most perfect mad I had ever seen, no offense to Anthony but this man was a beautiful god. You know the god of war ARES from that 90s series XENA, wearing all of that black leather with studs? Imagine that character with longer hair, but this man was no fictional man.

“Hello again, Demoness.” his voice broke the awkward silence with a deep masculine tone, almost giving off an accent but it wasn’t, it was just perfect diction, “I told you that we would meet again when the time was right, did I not?” he bowed elegantly, but she remained still speechless. As he stood, he watched as Anthony and Lady D stood, rushing toward Yzavela, “Loss for words?” he teased, then seeing the spill at her feet, he reached out his left hand, snapping his fingers, “There you go, good as news.” the glass appeared in his hand.

Staring at my feet, then at the man, I pointed.

“H-how did you …who are…what are…” I stuttered.

“There’s a sentence in there just dying to come out.” the man teased, giving a brief wink then took a sip of the cool Scotch, “Oh, that is a good vintage.” he took another small sip.

“Who are you?!” Anthony growled, once his reaction wore off.

“Are you…Lucifer?” Lady D muttered, “Did we die and go to Hell?”

The man chuckled as he leaned forward, resting the glass on one of the coasters, then turned, taking a seat on the couch, crossing his left foot across his right knee, then stretching out his right across the back of the couch, he adjusted his belt.

“No, I am not Lucifer.” he answered her clearly, “But I do work for him, and no you haven’t died and this isn’t Hell.” he offered an eerie smile, “I am Molock, DemonJinn of the Sumerian age.” he finished his introduction, then glanced toward Yzavela.

“Sumeria?” Lady D mumbled, knowing of the extinct race of beings.

“And mortal woman…” Molock leered at her, “not all are extinct. I am all there is of a once magnificent race that mortals seemed to have forgotten. If only mortals could realize what my people had done for your kind over the centuries, helping you advance, only to have it all turn backwards and turned to sh*t.” he complained, sighing heavily.

“Sumerian.” I observed, “Interesting.” I took slow steps forward then glanced toward the desk, where the letter opener laid. I had planned to reach for it, but before I could act on the impulse to do, it simply vanished.

“Very rude.” Molock scolded, raising the bladed weapon in hand, “If I wanted to harm you, any of you, I certainly would not need this to do it.” he switched the letter opener to his left hand, then reached out, handing it back to her.

“What are you?” Lady D rasped, needing to sit, but chose not too.

“I already told you.” Molock snapped at her pestering question, “Or did you not hear me before, I don’t like repeating myself.”

“How did you do that?” Anthony wondered, gesturing at the letter opener that Yzavela laid back on the desk.

“Yzavela is not the only one in this room that is special.” Molock leaned forward, then glanced toward the dragon and wolf that stood from his gaze that unsettled them greatly, “Hello again, boys…it is good to see you’re taking your guardianship seriously, your Mother here…” his gaze fixed upon her, “is special and needs demonic allies to help her through this maddening world.”

“Excuse me?!” I argued, breaking the sense of fascination, “I did just fine on my own, long before they came into my life so please don’t sit there and pretend like you know anything about me!”

“But I do.” Molock barked bluntly, steaming in a red Aura, “And I’d watch the tone of which you address me girl, I’m not a mortal or any of your friends that are willing to pass off your temperament, is that clear?” he slowly, and menacingly, stood tall, rolling his shoulders.

Anthony stood in front of Yzavela and Lady D, slowly urging them across the room toward the fireplace, watching as the DemonJinn had stalked toward them, before freezing in place, hearing the deep and aggressive growls and hisses from the dragon and wolf that did not seem afraid of his presence.

“How do you know about my daughter?!” Lady D worried, placing a hand on the hilt of her athame that hung off her belt.

“I told him.” I mumbled.

“What?” Anthony and Lady D looked at her.

“I mean, I told Shung-Lee.” I finished softly.

“I see, and know everything.” Molock answered sarcastically, as he slowly extinguished his own demonic Aura, “I don’t have to take the appearance of an Asian man or an older one in a cave to do so. You can’t be six thousand-three hundred years old and know nothing about everything.” he riddled, “Or you can, and know everything about nothing.”

“W-what?!” I stuttered.

“I’m not going to repeat that.” Molock muttered with a grin, “Cause either you have marbles in your heard rattling around up there, or you are just stupid. All of you.”

“Excuse me?!” Anthony growled deeply, flashing his yellow eyes.

“Watch it, Lycynian.” the DemonJinn warned, “You wouldn’t want me to bound your nature just as Yzavela has done to the Scotsman, would you?” he titled his head menacingly, “Nice touch by the way, but I can assure you that it wouldn’t be as simple as that, it would be more painful.” he warned bluntly.

Feeling her hands gripping his arm, Anthony turned to her, seeing a pleading look in her dark eyes.

“Six thousand years?!” I finished, veering around Anthony, “That…” I studied the being once more, “that’s not possible.”

“Six thousand and counting.” Molock grinned proudly, “And yes, I assure you Demoness, that it is possible so what’s that phrase that the mortals say?” he pondered arrogantly, “Ah yes, age is just a number.”

“Okay, wait a minute!” I barked, stepping forward.

“Yza, what’re you doing?!” Anthony worried.”Yza?!” Lady D spat.

“You appear on my island in the form of someone that I trusted, and with no manner of transportation aside from your magic that I will admit is unlike anything I had ever sensed or encountered and expect what from me?!” I began steaming, “And if you are a DemonJinn, I have your name and isn’t that the universal law of nature that you can control said Demon by using their name?!” my steam erupted into a faint red Aura, “Molock.”

“There’s that fiery tempter!” Molock clapped proudly, “And yes, you are correct but that there is a little hiccup with that, as you say, law of nature. Possessing a Demons’ name gives you power over them but it does not give you power over what they can do, you just bind them in place, that’s about it.” he held out his hands.

“Why are you here?!” I demanded firmly, but respectfully.

“Aside from your previous revelation, what are you really?” Anthony pestered curiously, “And angel?” he studied the man closely.

“And angel?” Molock mocked, “Oh please, that’s an insult. How do I appear as some holier than thou god’s little sh*tty beings that sit on a cloud all day, playing the harp?!” he raised a finger, interrupting the Italian, “Yes, they really do that up there you know, the babies in the sh*tty diapers and baby wings. They look more like heavenly imps than they do babies to be honest.” he made the gesture of little wings. Receiving chuckles of laughter from Anthony, Lady D and Yzavela, he finished, “So no, Italian Giovanni…I am not an angel.” he leered in his direction, “I am something more.”

“Right…” Anthony nodded sarcastically, “a Sumerian DemonJinn.”

“Jinn?!” I muttered, remembering Marxus mentioning the race at one point during our conversations about other races and beings that had existed in this mortal and supernatural world.

“Yes, Jinn.” Molock answered.

“And a DemonJinn, what is that?” Lady D questioned.

“I am part Demon, and I am part Jinn.” Molock raised his hands, balancing them out as if weighing a scale, “DemonJinn, and yes that is one word, not two.” he counted two fingers.

“No, really?” Anthony mocked, “I would have mistaken you for a…” he gestured at the Sumerian, “I don’t know, a misplaced Leprechaun.” he finished sarcastically, then placed his hands on his hips, “And Jinn, aren’t they like a genie? Where’s your lamp, cause I am not rubbing it three times.”

I smiled, looking at him, knowing he couldn’t help it.

“No!” Molock shouted in a deep, guttural demonic tone that startled Yzavela and Lady D who rushed backwards closer to the fireplace, as did Anthony who stood in front of them, “I am not a genie, is that understood?!” he leered toward the Italian, flashing his red demonic eyes, “I am not a god damn genie!” he stood, “They’re nasty little…” he huffed, “f*ckers and you think I’m a trickster?! Ha, they’ll trick you out everything that’s yours!” he clenched his fists, “Please, don’t ever compare me to those beings!” his red eyes glanced toward the wolf and dragon that stalked closer to him, and know that he had no control over them, he took deep breaths, raising his hands, “All right, calm down you two…”

“Abraxas…Zanzabarr…” I ordered loudly but they took a moment’s hesitation, “NOW!” I clapped firmly. Watching as they turned to me, I pointed at my feet, demanding them to heel, “Now…” I leered toward Molock, “we’re sorry for how we’re reacting here but surely you have to understand where we’re coming from, right? We have just…never seen a being such as you before, that’s all so this is all so new to us. We’re sorry…”

“It is all right, I understand. I too, perhaps, must apologize.” Molock rasped softly, changing the tone of his voice, “I meant no offense nor did I mean to frighten you.” he looked at her, “Being part Demon, I would think you more than most, can understand that when we are put under stress or pestering questions, we become defensive and yes, extremely temperamental.”

“Unfortunately.” I nodded, then slowly veered around Anthony once more then glanced at my mom, helping her sit in the new office chair, “Now Molock, the six thousand year old Sumerian DemonJinn…” I turned to him, “what do you want from me, and why are you here?”

“Six thousand-three hundred.” he corrected her.

“Whatever.” I mocked sarcastically, and with good reason.

“May I sit?” he asked, gesturing at the couch.

“You didn’t need to ask before but sure.” I pondered curiously.

Molock nodded, adjusting his belt and gauntlets then took a seat. As he gestured at the couch across from his for Yzavela and Anthony to sit, he mumbled.

“You’re making me nervous, please.”

Taking Anthony’s hands in mine, I led him to the couch, slowly and cautiously taking a seat, with Abraxas perching on the back spreading his wings and flicking his tail, and Zanzabarr sitting next to me growling deeply through his panting.

“Aren’t Jinn evil beings that cause harm and mischief?” Lady D asked from the chair behind the desk.

“Believe me, you will find those beings hidden between the realms of this world and the next, they you should fear because they have no…” Molock paused, thinking of the right way to explain them, “concept of time or morality, much less sharing the value and appreciation for life and what it has to offer. When I say Jinn, not written by mortals hands with the letter D in front of the word, yes we are Angels and Demons. But of course mortals like everything else, labeled our race something easier for their weak minds to comprehend, and in simple terms, Angels are the Heavenly realm of Jinn, even being considered to be God himself. There are some Jinn that call then Elders and for Lucifer’s tale well…” he rolled his shoulders, “the story of his entire damnation is a bit over dramatic to be honest, but they that’s mortals for you, but he too is a Jinn of the highest ranking among our kin. It wasn’t until he was cast from Heaven, becoming a fallen Jinn that he was categorized Demon, once the word could be deciphered but yes, there are Demons of all varieties and races, take Lilith for example.” he held out his hands toward Yzavela, as if she would know, “She is Demon, not Jinn.”

“If my history is correct, wasn’t Lilith the first Demon?” I wondered.

“Yes, but only after she left Eden which was nothing more than an ant farm and to be honest, that whole forbidden tree and fruit, is a load of bullsh*t, I was there and it wasn’t a tree.”

“You were around during Adam and Eve?” Lady D questioned, “But that’s not possible, that’s at least nine thousand years ago, well give or take.” she shrugged.

“Well, I wasn’t physically there no. Once I became DemonJinn I had to undergo a certain…” Molock thought, “schooling I suppose is the right word, to understand how the world changed over the centuries.”

“Wow…” Anthony mumbled softly, “that’s an amazing lifetime.”

“I suppose it is, or has been.” Molock shrugged, “I keep busy.”

“So you’ve seen just about everything in this world’s past?” I asked.

“Just about, give or take a few things that I might not have been a part of.” Molock grinned, “Ask me anything that you want to know.” he leaned back, appearing a little vain.

“Adam and Eve.” Lady D stood, approaching the couch, sitting next to her daughter, “You said you were there, but not there, how is that possible?”

“Like I said, I went through a form of schooling in order to learn what it was that I had missed during my imprisonment.” Molock had leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Imprisonment?” I wondered softly.

“I wasn’t born this way.” he revealed, “As far as Adam and Eve, she loves to spew bits of the past and believe me when I say that what’s written in your history books, is false down to every single letter and punctuation.”

“How about the first age of mortals?” Lady D questioned curiously.

“If you think Adam and Eve are the first, Lady D shame on you.” he looked at her, releasing a soft TSKS.

“When did the first civilization actually begin?” I leaned forward, for I wanted to know this, I had to hear this.

“Oh, my dear Demoness, that will take forever to explain and that is time that I do not have, for it is limited. Mostly.” Molock grinned at her.

“Where do you come from?” Anthony interrupted, not liking the way he looked at her.

“Sumeria, haven’t you been paying attention?” Molock barked at him.

“Yes I have gathered that, but where and when?” Anthony argued.

“Again, Sumeria but I get your point.” Molock huffed impatiently, “I am, or was, part of the fifth generations of Sumerians. My mother and my father, as well as my sister, reigned the lands that you call the Middle East, even some parts of Arabia. It was a glorious city, and it was unlike anything you could ever imagine, more beautiful than the ancient Egyptians which I was also a part of.”

“How so?” Lady D wanted to know, “What were they like?” she sat forward, always having a fascination with anything and everything ancient Egyptian.

“You had a past life there once, did you know that?” Molock looked at her, watching as her eyes grew wide in curiosity, “As did you, and you.” he gestured at Anthony and Yzavela, “Shame the way you three died though, it wasn’t pleasant.”

“Meaning what?” I worried.

“That is my mistake, the worst thing to do is tell anyone about their past lives when they are prepared for it, so I will change the subject and do not even think, any of you, about pestering me about it any further, is that clear?” he raised an affirmative finger, receiving nods in reply, “Good.” he leaned back, then studied both Zanzabarr and Abraxas, “How about I tell you more about your hellhound who is getting bigger I see, and your Zyphyn is also maturing. And right on time too, excellent.”

“Do not presume to know me, DemonJinn!” Abraxas roared verbally, stretching out wings in warning and protest, “You know nothing of me!”

“Actually I know everything there is to know about you, Zyphyn, and I see that you have picked up on HER sarcasm.” Molock looked at Yzavela who smiled and shrugged, before reaching behind her with her right hand, stroking the scales beneath his chin, “Zyphyns, one of Hell’s many mysteries, a creature with unnatural and powerful ability to take the form anything it sees, except for mortals, they’re far too complex and well to be honest, why would you want to be a mortal?” he watched as the small dragon closed his wings and blinked, “Your kind present different forms once they evolved, or hatch, from their natural rock state, taking on any permanent appearance they choose once they emerge, and it seems since you Yzavela, were familiar with dragons, he bonded to that familiarity and chose to take on a form that you would be recognize.”

“But where did he come from, really?” I wondered.

“Lucifer has a fixation on collecting rare things, as any collector or Keeper of Secrets, and he possessed the last Zyphyn before it sadly perished among the first war with Heaven, according to Lucifer, and he supposedly thought it was the last until he discovered it had laid a single egg which was rare because they weren’t known to reproduce for they’re like the Phoenix that dies and rises from its own ashes, in a way. My Lord Lucifer…” Molock rolled his eyes, “ordered to have it sealed away so no one would ever claim it for he wanted to keep it, in hopes that he could somehow match it hatch and keep all of its powers under his control but that’s the thing about Zyphyns, they don’t just hatch for anyone, they choose whom and when, they want to.” he studied the small beasts once more, “Little did I realize that day in the cave, that he would truly hatch, it was a rare chance that I took, and a dangerous one to be honest, because I had to replace its missing place in Lucifer’s treasure chamber with the head of one of the Demons that is, or was, basically a creature made of rock, so you can’t tell if it’s a head or not.” he humored genuinely.

I laughed, as did my mom and Anthony.

“That’s amazing, thank you.” I appreciated his revelation about my Abraxas, “And Zanzabarr, what do you know about him?” I reached out, stroking the wolf between his large ears that perked at the faint mention of his name.

“Ah, yes…the Cerberus offspring.” Molock announced.

“Cerberus?” Anthony wondered, “As in the three headed hound?” he glanced at Zanzabarr, receiving a guttural growl in reply, “Sorry.”

“Yes, the very same however, they do not have three heads, which is another mortal lie.” Molock sighed, “They are three separate hounds, guarding three entrances in and out of my Hellish realm, and over the centuries since I’ve been there, I have come to affectionately refer to them Trinity.”

“Trinity?” Lady D wondered.

“Yes.” Molock nodded.

“Because there are three?” Anthony pondered, “Hence the name?”

“Exactly.” Molock looked at him, offering an awkward grin, then he continued, “Zanzabarr, which I’m sure you’re aware of already, was or is, their offspring. Lucifer wanted me to dispose of the pup, he did not say how but I’m sure since this is Hell, he expected me to feed it to the Demons.” Molock waved his hand around expressively, “And I didn’t have the heart to take his life because even though he might come from Hell, he is still an animal and I am a lot of things but I’ve done worse things but I can never harm a living creature that doesn’t know what it is or why it’s come to be.” his dark eyes glanced toward the large wolf, “I was actually in the process of sneaking him out of Hell when I had the Zyphyn in my possession so thankfully, Lucifer is none the wiser about it.” he then looked at Yzavela, “I saved them, both of them, giving them a much better and loving life in your care and for that Demoness, they’re far more powerful and dangerous for they have you to protect, their mother. Or sorts.”

“So you placed Zanzabarr in that alley?”I frowned, “To be bullied by those fat little pigs that were throwing rocks at him and those other pups?” I scratched the wolf’s fur around his thick neck.

“Yes, and no.” Molock adjusted his posture, “I placed him there yes, and in perfect timing because you were nearby but unfortunately the mortal boys were not there at the time that I put him there, they had come moments later, but before I could interfere, you came along. It matters not now, I handled them accordingly.”

“Meaning what?” I wondered, always wanting to know what ever had happened to the boys.

“Like I said, it doesn’t matter.” Molock bluntly changed the subject, “Zanzabarr is growing and I’m sure that you and others here have seen that he’s coming into his powers yes?” he watched as Yzavela, her mother and Anthony all nodded in affirmation, “Well, let’s just say that he’s still learning and growing.”

“Growing, you’re telling me he’s going to get bigger?” I complained.

“Yes, fully grown he will be a Cerberus hound on Earth. You haven’t allowed him to feed on flesh, have you? Or devour magic?” Molock wondered curiously.

“Um…” I pondered, looking at my mom and Anthony, “I don’t uh, think so. I mean…” I paused, thinking back, “he’s killed you know, and then there were moments in Ireland where he killed Shayds but I don’t…”

“Killed Shayds?” Molock grew curious.

“Yes, why?” Lady D worried.

“If a hellhound eats the flesh or feeds off magic, even if it’s a kill…” Molock paused dramatically.

“Enough with the drama Molock, tell me!” I demanded firmly, for I had the right to know what would become of my Zanzabarr, “Please.” I finished respectfully.

“He will be uncontrollable, just like the hounds in Hell. I might be a familiar face to them but they are wild and always hunger for souls.”

“Hunger for souls, meaning what?” Anthony asked softly.

“They eat souls that attempt escaping the boundaries of Hell’s realm.” Molock finished, “It’s what replenishes their essence and believe me, there are many souls that attempt to escape on a daily basis so they’re always eating, and insatiable.”

“Always insatiable.” I muttered, petting Zanzabarr, “That’s true, he’s always wanting treats and meaty bones.” I smiled, watching as he had tilted his head at the mention of treats and bones.

“All right, wait a minute…” Anthony interrupted in confusion, “you are standing here, this Sumerian god man, telling us that you were the old man that Yzavela and Erik told us about in the cave that they went through?”

“Yes.” Molock acknowledged the Italian’s observation.

“Hmm.” Anthony nodded curiously.

“And…you’re also telling us that you were the man that both of us encountered in that Whitehaven bookshop?” Lady D questioned, as she shifted in her seat.

“I was.” Molock looked at her.

“And Marxus too?” I added, “In between Marxus’ real presence?”

“Guilty.” Molock grinned.

“And the man on my patio?” I added bluntly.

“What man on your patio?!” Anthony barked looking at her.

“Exactly, what man on your patio?” Lady D looked at her.

“I see I hit a nerve…” Molock realized that he had opened a can of worms that couldn’t be closed, “so perhaps I should go.”

“Yes, I think you should.” Anthony growled, leering at him side eye.

Before the Sumerian could vanish, the study door opened, and Erik’s head slipped through the crack. Gazing across the room, his gray eyes spotted a godly figure standing near Yzavela, Anthony and Lady D.

“Who are you?!” he wondered.

“Don’t you knock?” Molock mocked, then vanished in a bright red, swirling flame leaving Lady D, Anthony and Yzavela baffled in utter surprise.

“Who the bloody hell was that?!” Erik rushed forward, startling both Abraxas and Zanzabarr that ran forward, growling and hissing at his sudden, and uninvited presence.

“First off, thank you for knocking.” I mocked as I stood, facing him, “And secondly, who that was is a long story and one that we are still processing but short version, not that it’s any concern of yours, that was Shung-Lee, or the man pretending to be him that is.”

“Wh-what?” Erik frowned in confusion, “I don’t get it.”

“Neither do we.” Anthony stood, then glanced at his wrist, hearing a loud beeping from his watch, “My love, I have to go.” he looked at Yzavela, “Thomas needs me at the shop, but you and I are going to talk about that man and why he was on your patio, hmm?”

I grinned, knowing he was jealous, but he had no reason to be. As we shared a brief kiss, I tapped his chest then shook my head, hearing a deep growl then watched as he strolled around the couch past Erik, swiftly leaving the study.

Appearing at an unknown cave entrance located in a place where no mortal could access, large sconces stood lout outside marking its path. Stepping inside an empty chamber, there was only a massive floor-to-ceiling iron door intricately designed with Enochian symbols and all sorts of twisted carved figures. Approaching them slowly, they had automatically opened inward, without having to touch them, as if he had been expected. The sound as they dragged against the stone was unsettling, but glancing ahead, Molock observed a long corridor that lay ahead, highlighted by sconces that lined the lengthy path. Just as he entered through the doors, they immediately closed behind him, sealing shut with no visible seams. Strolling forward, his footsteps echoed as he approached another chamber where there was a large circle carved deeply into the stone. Stepping in the center, Molock muttered words in a Sumerian-Enochian language, and as his dark eyes turning red glanced at the ground, there were etchings that had appeared along the inner and out rime of the circle that was the only entrance in and out of Hell that was accessible to him. Once all of the etchings had finished inscribing themselves, a bright pillar of fire teleported the DemonJinn back to the hellish realm.

A massive Cerberus hound lay in the shadows, but raising its head, it watched as a pillar appeared, followed by a figure standing within the fire. As it stood on all four of its massive paws, approximately the size of adult Clydesdale horse, give or take because of their anatomy, it growled deeply then flicked its large ears back, watching as the tall godly Sumerian approached, speaking to its softly. Quickly sniffing at his hands, releasing a few snorts, it then turned away darting after a soul that attempted to escape. The chain around its neck that kept it bound, rattled along the ground as the beast lept for the soul of a man in one jump.

Molock lept back, watching as the hound devoured the man, tearing him apart before his thin frame disintegrated, only to repeat it all over again. Watching as the Cerberus hound returned to the area that it called its nesting bed, it panted heavily watching everything that had moved, even the shadows on the wall, belonging to all sorts of dark phantoms. Strolling past the beast, Molock entered through yet again another set of doors that officially led to the realm. Strolling down another corridor, leading out of the mountain, he stood within a large gouge, overlooking the desert realm of Hell with its reddish skies and hordes of monstrous beasts through the outer city, creating a thick mass leading to and from the various temples, dragging souls to their doomed fate. The heat of the realm was so intense, it felt as if they were close to the core of Earth, and only the occupants and all of the Demons could withstand the temperatures. Climbing down the mountain, following a hidden path, he strolled down the paths that led to the main temple of which Lucifer dwelt; he watched as the Demons ceased their duties, stepping aside bowing their heads in respect and fear. Making his way through the temple that was more of a maze of tunnels and halls, he finally arrived at the restricted area where Lucifer’s chambers and the others of his closest Demons dwelt. Entering the ArchJinn’s chambers, there he sat in his throne with his Queen, Lilith, sitting on his lap whispering sexual slurs in his ear.

“My Lord…you summoned me?” Molock questioned.

“Yes, yes I did.” Lucifer’s deep voice echoed lightly, “It took you a bit longer than expected, why?” he tapped Lilith’s petite waist, “Off.” he pushed her off his lap, “Why, Molock?” he stood, intimidatingly approaching the Sumerian that lowered his head.

Molock groaned, guarding his thoughts from the glorious ArchJinn. Raising his gaze, taking in Lucifer’s powerful and magnificent stature, the man’s black shoulder length hair hung just above his shoulders, combed back off his forehead. His bare torso revealed a muscular 6’8 physique and ancient Enochian tattoos running down both sides of his neck, shoulders, back and chest, all blending together in an artistic pattern, telling him history and creation.

Perhaps you could call the tattooed art God’s personal brand?

A pendant hung around his neck from a black cord, displaying his personal sigil, and tied around his waist, was a long single piece of black cloth with a tattered hem as it trailed behind him. He was, and still is, a truly magnificent and beautiful ArchJinn with features that were so carved, it looked as if he were a sculpture brought to life. His red demonic eyes stared intensely, sending shivers with his piercing gaze.

Lilith, resembling the half-breed, strolled over lying on Lucifer’s bed. Her figure-hugging black dress trailed behind her, while slits revealed her legs all the way up to her thighs. Fiddling with the hem of her tattered skirt, she observed the conversation taking place between the two gorgeous men in her presence. Biting her lip, she wanted Lucifer but at the same time, she wanted just a taste of Molock but knew it was forbidden for her to partake in other fruits, so to speak.

“Answer me, Molock.” Lucifer ordered loudly enough to have his voice echo off the walls and floors, as well as through Molock’s mind, “Look at me…”

Molock frowned, then raised his gaze, staring into his Master’s eyes.

“I have been busy, my Lord.” Molock answered calmly, “Collecting many souls, per your request and my assigned responsibilities. You, of all great beings here, know that it is not an easy task, much less done swiftly. And…” he straightened his own 6’4 posture, “I was also busy procuring you wild boar and stag meat as you requested for your feast, they were difficult to come by this time around for there were Hunters in abundance.”

“I am aware.” Lucifer squinted, “Is that it?”

“My Lord?” Molock wondered curiously.

“You are many things Molock, but a simpleton is not one of them.” Lucifer snapped sharply in agitation, “Now is that all there is that I need to know?”

Clearing his throat, Molock played his cards carefully and smoothly, just like the riddler and trickster that he was.

“What sort of answer were you looking form my Lord?” he returned the sharp, agitated tone.

Skimming through a bowl of fruit, Lilith chose a plum that appealed her appetite. Sinking her teeth into the juicy fruit, she watched.

“Perhaps you can tell me what else has been taking up your time that I gave to you freely, and do not…” Lucifer held up his left hand in an act of protest, “even think about, lying to me again.” he snapped his fingers and Molock stood frozen, unable to move his body, “I am familiar with your work, it is quick and precise, but lately Lilith has told me that you have been a little, what’s the word?” he glanced in her direction, “Preoccupied with something else, and up there of all things.” his tone sounded disgusted with humanity.

Briefly glancing toward Lilith, Molock watched as she offered a wave of intimidation before finishing her fruit.

“Has she now?” Molock spoke to Lucifer telepathically, “Has she told you that she too has the same interests?”

Raising his left eyebrow, Lucifer turned to her direction, leering.

The motion was eerie, as she gulped, tossing the plum’s seed aside. As she crawled off the bed, sitting on its ledge, she adjusted her skirt.

“Is what he says true, Lilith?” Lucifer’s tone wasn’t to be messed with, or challenged.

“He is making it sound like something that it was not.” Lilith argued cautiously, “He is a trickster, my love, you cannot believe anything he says.”

“As are you.” Lucifer referred to her past in the Garden of Eden, by tricking Adam to learn the truth of their creation, “And the best still.” he approached the bed, standing tall above her, leering at the petite woman.

Raising her gaze, taking in his 6’8 frame, she gulped lightly for she knew she had to play her cards carefully as well, or she’d wind up in the Cage or worse.

“You did not answer me, either of you, and you know that I do not ask twice!” Lucifer demanded as he turned away from Lilith, who let out a soft sigh as his focus returned to the Sumerian still frozen in place.

“You want to know?” Molock spoke, “Look into my mind and you will see for yourself, my Lord. I think it will save you, and myself, the time it would take for me to explain it in words.” he confronted the devil himself, stupidly but bravely, “But do not think less of me, my Lord, for what you see.” he referred to visiting his creation upon the Earthly realm, the Demons of the arcane.

Squinting his red demonic eyes, Lucifer grabbed hold of Molock’s neck with one hand, and other atop his head, squeezing his skull but moments before peering around the man’s mind, he looked deeply into Molock’ eyes, knowing if had something to hide, he would not have easily allowed the ArchJinn to see such things of his past. As he flashed a brief grin, he withdrew his hand from Molock’s neck but he kept his grip on the man’s hair, pulling his head and upper body into an arched position. Leaning in, he whispered deeply in Molock’s ear.

“Just remember this Molock, you might be a challenge for me in a lot of ways that is true, but you of all beings should know that when, or if something is given, it can easily be taken away, much like your freedom, which is something that I had never given a single Demon in this realm, for I trust none.” he released his hand and when doing so, the frozen stature of which Molock stood, was released, causing the man to fall to the ground from a sudden drop of weight.

Knowing Lucifer could easily take away all that was given to him, he huffed combing his dark hair back with one swipe of his hands. As he raised his gaze, staring up at the ArchJinn, he knew he had to be extra vigilant, for eyes would be watching his every move and there were quite a few Demon that would jump at the chance to bring him down, Asmodeus was one of them.

“Will that be all, my Lord?” Molock groaned as he slowly stood.

“For now.” Lucifer moaned elegantly, “You are dismissed.” he waved a hand toward the doors that swung open violently.

Adjusting his tunic and belt, Molock leered toward Lilith’s direction, tilting his head in great distaste and disappointment.

As Lucifer stood with his back facing both Demons, he listened only to the crackling flames from the torches around the room in the iron sconces on the walls.

Raising his right hand, Molock scribbled something in the air, words that were meant for Lilith’s eyes only as they appeared on her thigh in a painful sting.

Concealing a faint squeak, Lilith scratched the bedding. Glancing at her thigh, she read the words that offered a warning that if she had tried anything like that again, her trickery or attempt to deflect the blame, in the names of all the Demons in Hell, Molock would make sure she paid the the price for her treachery. Gulping deeply, her red demonic eyes leered toward the Sumerian but he had already left the chamber. Covering her thigh with the tattered skirt, her eyes quickly, and nervously, scanned the chamber.

Sitting in his large throne in deep contemplation, Lucifer summoned Lilith forward, gesturing her toward him with his right hand. As he watched her stand from the bed, slowly walking toward him, his eyes scanned her petite frame and figure.

“You would not lie to me, would you Lilith?” Lucifer moaned deep.

“No, my love.” the woman ascended the step toward the chair, “You know I would never do such a thing.” she laid her hands on his knees, then slowly ran them up his thighs. As they crawled upward to his stomach, she caressed his chest before straddling him completely, “I know, and you know, that there is no one for me but you, my Lord. I may be trapped here for eternity, but I know a good thing when I have it.” she purred sensually, running her hands along his neck with her claws that sent shivers through him for she watched as his large black wings fluffed slightly from the sensation.

“And what is that?” the ArchJinn grabbed her hair that was loosely braided, pulling her head back, “Hmm?” he leaned in, placing a kiss on her throat and neck.

“Love.” she moaned, feeling his claws beginning to scrape her scalp.

“Love?!” he snapped, pulling away, releasing his grasp, “You know that is a sin in this realm, no one here can love.”

“Well, maybe not love but…” she released her hair from the braid, letting her long Raven colored hair hang down her back and along her small shoulders, “but at least pleasure, no?” she continued softly, as he hands felt his hard muscles.

Lucifer’s hands moved along her waist, up her back and around her shoulders, before tightening around her throat over the elaborate choker that was her obedience collar, squeezing tightly. Leaning in a little closer, he took in her scent then threatened deeply,

“If you think that I lay with you because I love you, you are highly mistaken. You satisfy me greatly yes, but I still do not trust you, nor the affections of a woman. I can replaced you with any concubine in this place, maybe one that you have personally taught in the ways of pleasing men, what do you think about that?” he breathed in her face, “You think that you can use your feminine sexual tricks and talents to distract me, but you are forgetting that I get bored so perhaps it is time for a new woman to rule by my side.”

Gasping softly, feeling his grip tighten, she raised her hands in an act of surrender.

“If that is your wish my Lord…” she rasped softly, “who am I to be the one to stop you? But if you think any of them can be trusted with all of the secrets that I have overheard, or the schemes that you have plotted, I must say that you will be disappointed.” she snickered, “All those concubines you say that I have taught, have all been given to those that wish to take your throne from you my Lord, so…” she straightened her head, looking deeply into his red eyes, “do you still think that I can still be replaced?” she released a low hiss like a snake, as her tail slithered its way from beneath her skirt with an arrowhead shaped stingers, flicking slowly in agitation and anger.

Squinting his eyes, Lucifer released his grip leaning back in the chair. Scrunching his full lips into a frown, it quickly faded as a grin softly crept in its place. Gently reaching for her hands, interlocking their fingers, he pulled her close then leaned his head against her neck.

“You are brave my love, foolish but brave.” he whispered in her ear, “And that…” he nudged his head against hers, “is why you are mine, and you will tell me what plans the others have against me.” his tall stature slowly stood, carrying her to the bed, “But first, you are going to show me why you are the only one that can please me.” he leaned in atop her, ripping at her dress, revealing her naked body.

“Is that your wish, my Lord?” Lilith purred, untying the wrap around his waist, tossing it aside. Feeling his muscular body, she bit her lip, flicking her tail anxiously.

“It is.” he leaned, roughly pressing against her, then grunted, feeling her claws digging into his back, while her tail stung him quickly with her pointed stinger but her venom had no effect.

She might have only been 5’2 in height, but continuing the rough sex, Lilith had morphed into her feminine demonic appearance, able to take all of him. She was beautiful her demonic state with small horns around her cheek bones and jawline, and her skin hadn’t change its color but turned a rougher texture almost like a lizard and slender horns protruded through her hair, craning backwards elegantly. As she snarled, expressing the pleasure shared, her mouthful of smaller sharp teeth in rows along the top and bottom, were considerably white.

Hours later, Lilith woke to find Lucifer in a rare moment of slumber. Laying alongside him, studying his perfect profile, she carefully slid out of the bed, almost like a snake. Dressing quickly in a matter of seconds, she quietly left his chambers, standing outside. Leaning her head against the door, she sighed heavily knowing her position was at risk. Adjusting the bodice of her dress and fluffing her hair, she took slow steps down the corridor barefoot, leaving sizzling footprints on the dirt that scattered on the ground.

Strolling through the temple, Demons of all ranks and creations, had reached out their hands wanting to touch her, but she threw them all backwards with a fiery Aura that burned or killed the women and men alike. Lilith wasn’t a warrior, so her long tail and stinger, claws and fiery Aura, was all that she possessed as her defense. Sensing as the creatures followed her back to her private chambers, she created a barrier that blocked their access, watching as they bounced against it, repeatedly in attempts to get to her.

“Go away!” she hissed, releasing a blast wave of her fiery essence that chased them off, as it burned through the barrier melting their tough hides. Ransacking her chambers, throwing things from their places, she hated the circumstances of her existence, even though she knew what it was she was signing up for, becoming the Queen of Hell and Lucifer’s. as she stood in place, holding her hands to her throat where the choker had taken on its natural appearance, an iron collar was in its place like an animal with her sigil etched into the metal. As it burned against her skin, she winced from the iron alloy then let out a loud scream, released another blast of her Aura, singing everything within her chamber, “F*ck me…” she cursed to herself, letting out a deep sigh.

“Apparently, most here have.” a man’s voice appeared behind her.

Turning around, there stood Molock, but only visible to her eyes.

“What are you doing here?” she argued, turning toward the entrance of her chambers that was absent of a door, where Demons continued pounding against the barrier, “Are you not afraid that they will see you?”

“I’m not really here.” Molock mocked, then turned, creating a door in the barrier’s place.

“Then why are you here?” Lilith folded her arms.

Standing with his hand on the hilt of his large Scimitar hanging off his belt, Molock shifted his stance, offering another warning that not only sent chills down her spine, but a plan that would rid them both of the ArchJinn, a plan that if revealed in the open, would only make her and the other Princes of Hell look guilty.

“Interesting.” she seemed intrigued, “What do you need me to do?”

Molock grinned.