Hellhound (2 page)

Chapter One

The Prince of Fire

I sat in my room. Yes, I have a “room” in Hell. The irony is this, I used to joke about having one here with my name on it and it has literally happened. Fucking fabulous. Of course this room is not like any room I have ever been in. It is filled with weapons, all kinds…even things I have no idea what they do, but it all looks nasty as hell. I also have a closet filled with clothing, but it is all vinyl, strapped stuff. Dresses, shirts, short skirts. Evidently to be a Hellhound I have to dress like I did back in my Goth days. OR, Satan is a fucking pervert, which would not surprise me at all. I held a dress up that shined from the small bit of light in the room provided by the fireplace. I found that Ironic that I had a fireplace to begin with.  I mean I am surrounded in fire, lakes of it, bellowing and rolling with thousands of bodies. I then sighed and took my clothing off. My shirt was ripped, my jeans dirty. I looked like a homeless person, so I decided to take advantage of the change in clothing. I slid my panties off and stood there naked, feeling fine or as close to fine as possible. I just could not believe that I felt no pain and that I was sitting in hell. I glanced at my side and could still see the glow of the branding that Gunner had given to me and when I touched it my fingertips hummed as if my body was getting excited. I pulled the vinyl dress on, and then I slowly buckled each strap than ran from the bottom of the dress up to my chin. The dress only came to my mid-thigh and hugged my curves, what curves I do have. I mean I do not have large breasts, but for what I lack in that I make up for in hips and ass. I guess if I had to choose a physical asset it would be ass. I have never found a man who would argue that. I ran my hands down the vinyl and then put the thigh high fishnet on and used the straps on the bottom of the dress to hold them up. I put the military style black boots on and laced them up. I stood up straight and squared my shoulders as the light from the fire played off of me and made me look somewhat badass. For a moment I even felt like it until I heard the knock at the door and my heart sank a little bit. For some reason it came with a feeling of dread, and with good reason.

I turned as a small man, that was only as tall as my thigh, came in. He stopped and stared at me as I stared back. I was not looking at him to be a rude in anyway, I was just wondering who he was and why he was here. He dropped a red carpet and then pushed the bundle as it rolled quickly and stopped at my feet. Then I felt it, a cold chill run through the room.  I rubbed my arms and my breath came out white as a man entered the room and flipped his long hair back over his shoulder. I didn’t like his hair, I never enjoyed long hair on a man but that was completely beside the point. His skin was flawless, his lips a crimson red and his hair jet black. He had a cane in one hand. It was etched deeply into white wood, faces screaming, but no real detail to each one. They looked animated and just as I leaned in to look closer at it the faces moved and I stepped back. The man extended his hand over the smooth ball at the top of it and gripped it tightly as he walked along the red carpet beneath him. He reached the small man and stared down at him as the tiny man quickly went to all fours and took a small kink out of the carpet. The man then rolled his eyes and continued to walk until he reached the end of the carpet and stared me down. He sucked on his teeth and then reached in and pulled out a small bit of meat and dropped it to the floor. The small man ran up and grabbed it, tossing it into his mouth and chewing as I watched in horror. His hair suddenly became shorter as he studied my face. I watched it shrink and he grinned at me.

“Halo Bay, you don’t enjoy long hair. I am willing to accommodate you.” He said as his words almost sounded like the hissing of a snake. I took a slow breath and then decided to not be a pussy about it.

“Yes and you are?” I asked him and he grinned as he reached out quickly and took my hand. His movements almost seemed unreal, as in, he moved quicker than he should be able to do for a mortal. I cannot even believe I am thinking about mortality as I am standing here in Hell. He pulled my hand to his lips and I hissed as his lips burnt my skin, not with heat, but cold, a cold that instantly moved up my arm and made my muscles ache and contract involuntarily. He rose up and let my hand go as he looked deeply into my eyes.

“I am Lucifer.”

“Oh shit.” I said as he smiled.

“Not exactly the reaction I was going for, but okay.”

“I mean, I don’t know…”

“It is okay, people tend to be star struck with me, it is a natural reaction.”

“I am not star struck, I mean you are the devil.”

“I prefer Lucifer, but I have many names that humans decided to give to me. I guess they just cannot stick with my true name.”

“People are scared shitless of you, I mean the ones who believe.”

“Really?” he said as he walked to my fireplace and leaned down to look at the flames. He reached in and let his hand sit in the flame as the fire cooked his flesh and filled the room with the stench of it. I covered my nose as he stood up and stared at his hand. Pieces of flesh eaten away with flame and he grinned. It started to mend itself almost immediately and he waved it like some magician. His hand was back was back to normal with a simple final flick of his hand.

“I mean, if anything, I guess “Prince of Fire” would be fitting.” He rolled his hand as if he was royalty.

“Are you a King, I mean here?” I asked as my mouth and inability to stop talking got the best of me. He looked me over and licked his top lip.

“King sounds old, don’t you think? I am all of 25, if not a day over.” He said as the small man behind him laughed under his breath and then cleared his throat to mask it. Lucifer looked at him and shook his head. He flicked his hand and the small man was tossed upward against the ceiling over and over until blood came from his mouth. I yelled out and then covered my mouth as he dropped to the floor and moaned.  Lucifer walked to him and leaned down, touching his hair and then he reached into his chest and pulled his heart out while it beat in his hand. He bit into it as a growl rose up deep in the back of his throat. I turned my face quickly as he lunged on the poor thing and continued to eat like the demon I knew that he was. He stood up, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed the corners of his mouth. The blood stood out bright on the white of the cloth. I looked down to see nothing but a spot of blood on the floor. He snapped his fingers and another small man entered the room, looking the exact same as the previous one, carrying a mop and bucket. He started to clean as I reached back to steady myself against the side of the bed.

“So, I apologize for that. I have a short temper.” He reached up and started to finger at his teeth, pulling out a piece of meat and dropped it as the second small man ran to it and ate it. I cringed as Lucifer sighed and looked me over.

“What did you expect Halo? Did you think I would be all nice and shit? I am Lucifer, Prince of Fire and ruler of Hell.”

I shook my head and tried to look away from him but his lure was undeniable. I would assume it would have to be since he seemed to have so many trapped here.

“Oh, do you want to fuck me?”

I stepped back and almost fell onto the bed as he smiled.

“I don’t.” I said as my voice cracked.

“Hmmm. Too bad, my dick is thick, hard and long and hits just the right spot.”

“Good to know.”

“In fact I am full of tricks to pleasure.”

“I’m good.” I said as I held up my hand and then let it drop.

He laughed, which was odd. I mean for Lucifer to find me funny could be a bad thing.

“I just don’t see anything good about fucking you, I mean I am sure you must be good, but then you would probably eat me.”

“Oh I would eat you, but not in that way.”

“I need to go, where is Gunner?” I asked him and he stepped back and looked me over.

“Is that your type then?”

He waved his hand over his face and he suddenly looked like Gunner, I stood up as he grinned at me but when he opened his mouth he sounded as he had before.

“Oh this is fun.” He said.

“I don’t appreciate it.”

He then clapped his hands once and a woman stepped into the room with long purple hair. Her body was immaculate, her breasts perky and large and her hips slightly wide. She looked like one of those women in fantasy calendars with dragons and shit all around her, the opposite of me. Lucifer turned and tapped a finger to his lips as I studied her and then turned my eyes back to him, he now looked like Gunner.

“Come.” He said and she started to moan as she reached down and touched her pussy. I kept my breathing under control and tried to ignore her but her moaning was getting louder and louder as finally she reached up and squeezed her breasts as an orgasm ripped through her. Her body became shimmery in the firelight as she broke out in a sweat. I adjusted my weight from one foot to the other.

“I could do that on a washing machine, on spin cycle.”

He laughed again quickly narrowing his eye. He walked back and touched her hair, stepping behind her, pressing on the middle of her back and bent her over as he grinned at me. He started to undo his pants and I looked down.

“Oh come on, it is no fun if you don’t watch Halo.”

“I was never into porn.”

“Oh, now I know that is a lie.”

I swallowed hard as I knew he was right. I did enjoy porn. In fact I preferred for it to be on when Travis fucked me but it was only because he had no idea how to make me come.

“I could, multiple times.”

“Stop invading my thoughts.” I said to him as he pulled not one but two erect cocks out of his pants. My eyed widened, I don’t know what woman would not find it shocking.

“Why have one when you can have two?” he said as he thrust forward and one cock went into her pussy and one deep in her ass. She cried out but it was with nothing but pleasure. She obviously loved it and I tried to keep my interest and slight arousal to a minimum as he still looked like Gunner.

He thrust forward as he stared at me, over and over as she cried out with each movement. His nails then started to lengthen and he dug them into the sides of her ass as she hissed, she begged him for more. He quickened his pace and then screamed, causing the room to shake as his own orgasm made his body tremble. She collapsed on the floor as he let her drop and his two cocks looked hard and ready for more. He glanced down and then back up at me.

“Now?”

“That was it? That was like 5 minutes.”

“Seriously?” he said.

I started to walk and then passed him by as I held my head up and hoped like hell that he would not see through my bluff. My own pussy had become wet and I hated that, I hated that he was able to make me feel that way. He is fucking Lucifer after all. He reached out and stopped me, I looked back and the girl was gone and he was dressed, looking like himself again and not like Gunner. I pulled my arm from him and he backed me up until I felt the door to my back. I swallowed hard as he stepped towards me. The last thing I needed was this bullshit. I just got to Hell and now I have Lucifer flirting and fucking in front of me, excellent. I swear to God I have the worst luck with men, I always have. From my first boyfriend in High school who ended up cheating on me, to the string of losers I fucked until I met Travis, who was amazing in the beginning and then turned into a psycho bitch when he drank too much.

“Oh Travis, he is here you know.”

“What?” I said as he pulled me from my thoughts.

“Your old boyfriend, the one you shoved a knife into. He is here and having a wonderful time.”

“Where?”

“Oh, do you want to see him?”

I hesitated because that was a loaded question, did I? Did I really want to know what he was doing in Hell? Probably not. I then felt a cold hand slip into mine and I was on my feet before I knew it. We walked from the room and into a long black hallway. I stood there as Lucifer tightened his grip on me and I hissed again as his razor-sharp fingernails dug into the flesh on my hand. I guess he cannot help but inflict pain with everything and I know I should not expect anything less of him.

He stopped and glanced back at me. “Halo, your internal conversation is endless, have you always been this way?”

I nodded, knowing he knew the truth anyway.