The Devil’s Due

What’s the sweetest sound in the world? A baby’s giggle? A tweeting bird? A can of Dr. Pepper being cracked open?

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

It’s crying, sniveling, human suffering.

Satan’s ears pricked up as he turned the corner of a hallway, it led to one of the cozy lounges on the floors, the ones randomly set up in alcoves of the hallway so guests could feel like they’d made a discovery. The hall was empty, but he smelled pain, someone was here. Licking his chops he moved foward silently.

There he found her, Erica curled up in a ball, squeezed between a window and a chair. She was bereft, her mascara was waterfalls of charcoal down her cheeks, her eyes were bloodshot, her nose dripped snot, she was wracked with pain.

He smiled at the sight, drank it in. Then in the back of his head, he heared Skylar’s warning towards him. ‘Make them love you.’

“Shouldn’t you be doing this in your room?”

Erica yelped in surprise, and tried to rub all her snot and tears off onto her arm. “My friends are on the playstation in there, I didn’t want them to see me like this.”

“Mmm.” Lucifer sat down in the hair, and placed his hand on her head. “It can’t be that bad.”

Erica shuddered, she could feel the monster in her chewing, and clawing it’s way through her to get to the top. It wanted to be touched by him. She wanted to brag about all the bratty thing she’d done to her cousin. “I turned half a mall, my cousin, and my parents into insane age play perverts, and basically erased my existance from the world.”

“Oh.” He took his hand away. “In that case I think you’re handling it very well.”

Even the slightest bit of praise from him, sent a pleasent tingling through her body. That little monster grew more ravenous, starved for such delicious words. “Really?”

“Sure, can you imagine anyone going on after that? All you’re doing is crying.”

“It’s fucked up.” She finally said after a long moment of silence. “I was awake for the whole thing, but it was like I was watching myself.”

“I think that’s what the prize is supposed to be, for reaching 100 points. You won’t feel like you’re watching anymore.”

This struck her as true. “Otherwise I’ll be stuck in my own body, watching myself fawn over you forever.” In that moment she decided that feeling pathetic didn’t suit her. So she decided to jab at him instead. “I guess it’s a good thing I’m going to win.”

“That’s the spirit.” He leaned back in his chair, his mind lazily considered the girl next to him. There was a very strong chance this wasn’t even going to be fun. “I think you did great out there, Skylar showed me some of the footage, it was horrific, I loved it.”

Erica closed her eyes, and hummed as if admiring the feel of a warm chocolate melting on her tongue. “I did good?”

“Very good.”

She hummed again, her tears drying up. “I’m going to destroy you when I win.”

He smiled. “I don’t think you are.” He reached down to stroke her hair. “I think you’re going to find being my daughter, is just too much fun. The mall was just a small sample of what fun we can have in hell.”

“That was hell, what I did to those people.”

“Oh, cry me a river. Sinners, the lot of them, your parents too. You must find joy in punishing the weak and sinful.”

“Everyone sins.”

“Exactly.” He chuckled, proud of his rejoinder. “I just loved the whole set up, sophisticated mall shoppers going to their boutiques, only to emerge in gaudy pastel onsies. So perverse. I’m proud of you.”

“Oooooh.” She gripped her knees. Pleasure was coursing through her, those words were especially distracting.

“Say thank you.”

“Fuck off.”

“Erica.” His voice was stern. “I took notice of the work you put into showing your devotion to me. Thank me for being such an attentive father.”

“Whatever…” She cleared her throat. “Thank you, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

“Ah.” She hissed, and this time pressed her back against the wall. Her skin was fading back into a familiar pale hue.

“You should touch yourself.” He said softly, as he watched her skin bleach.

“Oh you’d like that.” She hissed. “Just leave me alone.”

“Erica, we’re a y family you and I. There’s no shame in masturbating as we talk about our victims.”

“Whatever.” Erica gave in again, and slid her hand down her panties. His praise of her had unfortunatly altered the humidity levels down south, and she found her pussy wet enough to rub.

Lucifer watched her follow his commands. “Good girl.” He grined as she moaned, tears all but forgotten. “My favorite part about the whole ordeal is that she realized what you were doing to her at some point. She tried to get away. Good girl, keep rubbing. She tried to get away, and you could have let her, but you had a job to do. Good girl, nice little circles around your clit. Imagine how scared what’s her name was.”

“Erica.”

“What’s that?”

“Her name’s Erica.”

He grinned. “That’s right, you destroyed her identity completly, good girl. What a cruel thing to do to such a nice girl, good girl, good girl.”

“Aaahaa aah.” Erica was moaning and grinning as he spoke to her now. She was awash in pleasure, in praise. Her face was now gorgeous in only a way an angel could be, just like her father.

“She must have been so confused and scared as you worked on her, all her trust wasted. Pinch your your clit for being Daddy’s treacherous bitch.”

“Yes daddy… I mean whatever AAAH!” She was not kind to herself, or her clit. She wanted to pinch it enthusiastically for him.

“You see Erica, that’s what the world wants you to do. Pinch yourself for being bad, to make you feel ashamed for doing what comes naturally to us. Which is, dominating and inflicting our desires upon others. I didn’t make you pinch your self to punish you, I did it because I wanted to. You see?”

“You’re so cool.” Erica husked, and then started slapping herself as she worked her clit. “Fuck, fuck, you like that daddy?”

Lucifer smiled. “What were we crying about again?”

Erica giggled, and slapped herself some more.

At this Lucifer stopped petting her hair, and instead grabbed it. She yelped and was dragged around the chair and between his legs. She could not drag even the barest shred of dissatisfaction into her voice. She could only giggle a lust filled purr, as she waited more **** or praise, she didn’t really care which. “Answer me when I ask you a question.”

She nodded, then thought about it a moment. “If I tell you the truth, you’ll punish me.” Then she giggled again. “If I tell you what you want to hear, you’ll reward me.”

“That’s not true.” He gently placed the hand that wans’t holding her hair around her neck. “I might punish you just because I want to.”

“Oooooooh.”

He slapped her. “Are you still playing with yourself slut?”

She bit her lip and nodded her head happily. “You’ll have to sew my shit up to make me stop.”

He grinned. “You really are the perfect daughter for me.”

“Oooooh fuck!” She closed her eyes as her body started to quake with hell’s most perfect orgasm. “Fuck fuck fuck me daddy, oooooh Ooooh!” That was the highest of praise, the highest of pleausre. He was proud of her, she could die!

“Hey!” He slapped her again, and put her hand back around his throat. “Keep that defective brain focused slut, why were you crying?”

“Mmmmmmmmm.” Erica bit down the last of her orgasm, and let it hum throughout her being. Her eyes were hazy, and she was on fire. She wanted more of this, more of this, mountains and gorges, and deep black oceans of this! “I ruined my family for you! I hate myself for doing it, I hate myself for getting off on it, and I hate you for making me do it!”

He pressed his hands into the supple flesh of her throat. “That doesn’’t sound like what I’d want to hear.”

Smile ghosted it’s way onto her face, Erica smiled. She licked her lips, and stared into his eyes. Her own were bottomless pits of lust, for him and his infinite perversions and cruelties. “Then I guess you need to punish your little girl, daddy.”

—--

Cleopatra was not a stealthy vixen, Lucifer had noticed her tailing his throughout the day. He’d allowed for it because he had things to do, but now they were alone, and he was bored. “I only like stalking when it ends with a head in an ice box, you better have a knife on you Cleopatra.”

She sighed and emerged from around a corner. She was wearing a silver dress so thin and tight it might as well have been body paint. “Lines like that are going to make it hard for us to love you.”

He smirked, and beckoned her closer. “How did you know about that? Did Skylar blab?”

Cleo sheepishly drew closer, his mere proximity seemed to cure a side of her anxiety. It was usually the opposite, but he could sense a change within her. “Just being a good secretary I guess.” As she said this she showed him her forearm. Hieroglyphs were tattooed on her arm. Lucifer was a bit rusty, but it looked like a to do list, or perhaps shopping list. It had a symbol for each of his girls and the item on question was their heart. “Hmm.” He looked for ink on the rest of her body but nothing was forthcoming. “Well you can check Erica and Elizabeth, Mary too.”

Indeed those names vanished from her arm, this list was five tight rows now. “Well done sir.” She said wistfully.

With that he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him. His hands found her ass. He pulled her cheeks apart and that was all it took to rip the skimpy dress in twain. She gasped and leaned into him, helpless as he juggled her ass cheeks. “Our date’s tonight, what do you have planned?”

“N-nothing!”

He smirked, she wasn’t usually this squimish. The raging pervert should have been sucking his cock by now. “That just won’t do. Olympias will walk right over you, if you don’t have a plan.”

“I’m working with her now.”

He paused, ass in hand. “She got to you too then?” Half his harem was working for Olympias, and the other half wanted him dead. “Why?”

“She cleansed me of my corruption trait, I can think clearly again… I finally feel like myself.”

“That’s great news!” He spun her around with such joy, he almost believed it. The prize of the harem returned to me.” Her neck was bombarded with kisses.

“You’re… happy?”

“Of course!” He set her down.

“Don’t you want… don’t you want me the way I was?”

He laughed. “A pathetic jibbering pet, half occupied with fingering herself? Did I prefer that a to the legendary beauty of Egypt? No.”

She blushed at this, this show, especially today’s latest change had shattered her confidence. She drunk in praise like a stranded sailor. “Mark Anthony had a different opinion on the matter.”

“Did he?” It was a pretty lie, but she wreaked of guilt, not rejection.

“I rejected him, I couldn’t bare to be around someone who is like me… like how I was. Olympias let me back into her room.”

Her room. Satan smirked, tough they we’re supposed to share it, Cleopatra had ceded to room to her new mistress. “Olympias is like you, you infected her too remember?”

“Oh yeah.” Cleo had forgotten how proficient she’d gotten spreading her disease, more than half the harem had it.

“Stay with me, not just tonight, you can share my suite as you like.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t your other dates would…” the goddess in Cleopatra, the ruthless and cunning politician suddenly remembered this was a game she was trying to win. With a wish she would restore Mark Anthony, and they’d be together forever, and a period would finally be put that the end of that sentence. “… no you’re right. That would be wonderful.”

“Hold on.” He held her at arms length. “I saw your eyes flash with malice. You realize what an advantage this would be for you, and thought nothing of your own vulnerability or my generosity is that right?”

“Yes sir.” She imagined him putting her over a desk, and spanking her.

“I’m insulted, you lot are not the only ones transformed by this game, I’m trying to open myself up to you, and…”

“Is this an attempt to make me feel emotionally indebted to you, so I fall in love?.”

“Ah shit, I forgot you knew. Okay, feel free to crash on the couch, see you tonight.” In a single moment he lost all interest in the display and left her.

Though before he could escape she hit him in the back of the head with a declaration. “You don’t have to trick people into loving you, ya know. You’re a handsome, clever man, and I imagine you’re rich. The only things that’s stopping us is your vibrant contempt for everyone here.”

——-

“How the fuck did you do it?” Satan came rolling into the kitchen, fire spewing from his ears.

Stan, a simple man of the people was washing the dishes, his hair tied up in a bandana. He paused a moment from fisting a jar to address the man. “What?”

Lucifer was in a rage. “The girls! They love you! How did you do it?”

“Oh.” Stan smiled, and casually set his jar on the table. Then with all the coolness with which the man was endowed he picked up an apple, and brushed it against his shirt. “Well, I am their perfect man.”

“Fuck you.”

“It’s true.”

“I’m their master.”

“But they don’t love you.”

“No I suppose not.” He smirked. “You know I don’t even care, it’s just that Skylar has threatened me if I don’t win them over by the end of the game.”

Stan cocked an eyebrow. “Threatened you with what?”

“Ah who knows.” Lucifer knocked the clean jar Stan had been attending to, on the ground. It shattered, mater of factly.

“The girls would have been better off with me.” Stan stepped forward, his shoes crunch on the glass. The waitstaff smiled, eager for drama.

“Undoubtedly.” Lucifer smirked a gave Stan a soft shove. “Alas, I’m the one getting my dick sucked, and you’re… I forget.”

Without warning, but with plenty of provocation Stan shoved Lucifer into a nearby cabinet. Satan grinned, and clapped his hands. “How lowlife.”

“I don’t know what you’re smiling about.” Stan gripped his counter part by the collar and threw him again against a counter. What satan had thought was a quick burst of anger was turning into something more. “As long as you’re in this game, you’re mortal.”

Lucifer sobered up some. “You’re going to kill me?”

“Doesn’t sound like a half bad idea.” Stand cracked his knuckles, and moved forward, oh so threatening. “We already know they’ll make me the master if you’re out of the picture.”

Lucifer got to his feet, though he was quickly wrestled back onto the counter by stan. “Skylar would never allow for this.”

“I don’t know about thaaaaaat.” Skylar sang, suddenly emerging from the crowd of kitchen workers, a fake moustache glued to her lip. “I did say you’d be punished…”

‘She’s crazy.’ Lucifer thought with absolute certainty. “After all the trouble you went through to get me back?” He looked around for a weapon to fend Stan off, but his eyes caught something better… the camera.

He suddenly went limp in Stan’s grip. “Oh what’s the point? Just do it. The girls would be better off without me, you’re right Stan. I’m not good enough for them, I can’t love anybody, not myself let alone them…. Everyone would be better off if I just disappered, and I mean that in a cosmic sense. Do it.”

Stan was all too happy to oblige. He could see his girls losing touch with reality and themselves in this last round of the game. He cared so much for them, and felt so powerless to do anything to help. At last he found the way. His hand reached out for a rack of cutting implements. He was going to save them, Eve had wished for him to be good, but he just couldn’t help what he was made of. He raised the knife above his head, arched his back. “Hail…”

—--

“I knew it!” Skylar squeed as the fire pit roared encouragingly between them. The whole harem was here, the finalists and the dregs as well. Diaochan, Nzinga, Lilith, even Mark Anthony and the new addition Ferenc, Elizabeth Bathory’s husband. The main harem was centered around the fire, while the others were in a further outer circle.

Satan looked around hella confused, but alive, and judging from Skylar’s jubilation his plan had worked. “W-what happened?”

“It was a test!” Skylar beamed, clapping her hands. “My last shot at making you likeable, and all the girls saw it. They saw that you were willing to sacrifice yourself for their happiness. Don’t you see? That’s love! You are capable of love, and you’ve shown it to all the girls here today!

Satan looked around, and found that most of the girls were rather nonplussed about his sacrifice.

Elizabeth was sitting in the lap of her husband the newly restored Fenec and showering him with love and affection. This was night time Elizabeth, so there was lots of biting and nibbling involved.

Erica, Boudica, Cleopatra and Mary where all still ugly shells of themselves, and had their attention fixed solely on Fenec, awaiting a command from their true master.

That just left Olympias, Helen, and Eve, who all looked moved enough but where still distracted by the vampire that now sat amongst them. “I’m sorry, that was great.” Helen finally said, but can we adress the elepahnt in the room?”

Skylar whined, and threw her head back. “Are you seriously saying the elephant, isnt’ the fact that I got Satan of all things to express love, and a willingness to sacrifice himself for his harem?”

“Backburner, Skylar.” Helen wagged her finger. “Who’s this vag sucking pretty boy, and why’s Elizabeth so buddy buddy with him? And why did he attack us, and why are his victims butt ugly zombies now?

Satan squinted at Helen. “Did you do something to your hair?”

She screamed in terror, and threw a paper bag over her head. “I’m hideous! That monster turned me into a total freak!”

Satan leaned into Eve. “She does ’ know I fucked her as a three headed dog, right?”

Skylar cleared her throat. “I understand everyone’s curiosity, but if we get into Elizabeth’s guest we’re going to start talking about the challenge, so I’d rather we just let that rest for a moment, and focus on Lucifer’s act of compassion!”

Lucifer shook his head. “Mmmm no, I don’t think anyone’s going to be able to focus until we get some Clearasil for Boudica’s tits. Half my harem are complete uggos.”

Skylar was growling now. “Work with me, I’m trying to help you out!”

“Her tits! Have acne!” It was the angriest any of them had ever seen Lucifer. “Dealing with this is helping me.”

“Fine!” Skylar screamed back. “I’ll turn them back to normal, but then we talk about love, and self sacrifice!”

“Fine!”

“Not fine!” Elizabeth joined in on the screaming match. “Um hello? I turned these tens to ones fair and square. The rest of us now have a huge leg up in the game, you can’t just erase it now.”

“Hey now.” Eve said in a soothing voice. “That’s not very nice. We’re all a big family here, and I think…”

“Can it, tentacle tits! Your whole team is on the losing end of this, you don’t get to talk.”

Eve laughed good naturedly, as tenticles did indeed squeeze her tits, inside her mutated bra. “Sure thing, dearie, sorry about that.”

Skylar tutted. “Elizabeth your master is saying he doesn’t like it, that’s all the reason you should need.”

The vampire just scoffed. “He’ll get used to it. Besides he looooves sacrificing himself for us.”

“You’re a rancid bitch, you know that?” Lucifer got to his feet. “It doesn’t matter what any of them look like right now, because I know it’s exactly what you look like on the inside. I love your other half, but you are trash, not worthy to share her body.” He’d noticed that everyone had grown quiet, the harem, Skylar even the crew. He was suddenly feeling sheepish. “What?”

He looked to Skylar and saw her vibrating in her seat. Like a rocket preparing for take off she jumped to her feet and screamed. “YOU SAID YOU LOVED HER!”

The instant replay confirmed what she’d just said. “Oh.” He looked around and saw nothing but mystifies faces. There was the low grumble of hope and excitement around the set, the worse sound there was. “Well shit.”

——-

It was sooo hard to write this chapter. Sorry for the delay. I’m not even that happy with it, but sometimes you just gotta push past the block!