Page 1 of Unbroken
Prologue
LUCIFER
Twenty-three years ago
“Iwant to tell you a story about—” groaning, I tip my head back. The lips around my cock add just the right amount of suction to get my attention. Warmth spreads through me as she scrapes her fangs over my shaft, making me growl, the little beast. Grabbing a fist full of the little Demoness’s hair, I force her head down harder, until she gags, taking me, all of me, her mouth working as she swallows me down her throat. I sigh, patting her head in approval.
“—when I fell in love, you see,” I continue without missing a beat. I don’t bother reacting to her exaggerated moans as she bobs her head up and down on my glorious shaft. Her black painted lips spread wide, making me roll my eyes as she leaves traces of her lipstick behind. “My little witch was spellbinding, captivated me from the start. Unlike Bishop, I didn’t have to hide who I was from this woman. She prayed to me. She prayed to the devil to set her free, and I did.” I let the slurping sounds fade into the background as I grab my tumbler of whiskey and bring it to my lips. I let the slight burn center me as I close my eyes and picture my Lucretia.
“I stopped making house calls a while ago, but for this witch I made an exception. I mean, who would dare to summon me? Curiosity killed the cat, or however the saying goes. I had to see for myself. I stepped out of the portal to find her lying naked, prostrate before me in the middle of a pentagram, painted in the sacrificial blood of a goat that lay dead not even ten feet away from her. I could only assume she summoned me in haste, she must have been desperate, and my interest only ramped up further at the sight.
“She said’I praise you and only you, my lord. I’ll give you my soul if you can heal my body. I’m not ready to die’.Her voice shook when she spoke; her face was pressed to the floor, blood dripped from her body, her perfectly rounded ass in the air. I couldn’t pass that opportunity up. I ordered her to look at me.” I gasp, remembering the vision of my gorgeous little witch like it was yesterday. I feel my balls tighten; the Demoness sucking my cock hums in approval at my sharp intake of breath and picks up speed.
I pause long enough to shoot my load down the Demoness’s throat, raising up slightly, giving her a cursory glance in acknowledgement before I lean back and close my eyes once more. “Now, where was I? Oh, when she set those beautiful browns on me, I knew then that she would be mine. Intrigued, I made a deal with the little witch—” I pause, growing annoyed at the interruption. I crack my eyes open as the Demoness sits back on her haunches, staring up at me, black eyes wide, bright red skin glistening from the firelight, her breasts full and heavy, nipples tightening from my gaze alone. My eyes travel south but I stop my exploration and lean forward.
“Is my cock flaccid? Did I tell you I was done with you?” I ask. She opens her mouth to reply, but I hold up my hand to stop her. I don’t want to hear her voice. If she speaks, I may kill her, and then she will be of no use to me. With a flick of my wrist, I pull her body back down towards my waiting dick, stopping her head scant inches away.
“Suck,” I command, and she opens her mouth, lips parting, not daring to look at me as she takes me into her mouth again. “I will fuck your mouth until I get tired of cumming down your throat. You will not rise; you will take what you’re given and you will do it until I get bored,” I say with disgust for the Demoness between my legs. This isn’t what I want. No. I wanther. My fist clenches as I toss back my whiskey, shattering the glass in my hand.
“It seems there are things which are beyond even the Devil’s reach. For months I had healed my love of the cancer that plagued her body, only for it to return. I had nudged the right people until she became the Headmistress of HellNight Academy. The place needed a shake up and I had been eager to get a foothold in the school. I knew with my help and influence it would build my army of dark Supernatural’s. I mean, technically, we were still at war, according to Michael anyway. A deal was a deal. She gave her body to me willingly and I promised to. . .give her everything. . .to keep her alive. In only a few short months, I knew I loved her. Together, the world could have been ours.
“Fuck!” I shout, grabbing the back of the Demoness’s head, lifting my hips, fucking her mouth; brutally slamming into her as she squeals and grunts. I sigh again as I release my frustration in one, two, three forceful pumps before I watch her swallow my gracious offering. I flop back down in my high-backed chair, the leather soft like velvet as I relax back, my cock still hard with the thoughts of my little witch dancing around in my head. Feelings that I refuse to acknowledge make my heart flutter in my chest. Pain; this is what it feels like to grieve. I’m Lucifer, the Morning Star, the Forbidden, I don’t grieve! Yet, here I am, trying to comfort myself, keeping my dick hard. . .just to feel something other than what I am.
“She promised me she would carry my children, my future, the Kings of the Underworld,” I say as my toy wraps her lips around my cock once more, but I stop her, and she scrambles back to kneel quickly. So obedient this one, but I know better, I know she’s using me, as I am using her.
“Shift! Show her to me,” I command, shoving my cock into my pants. Enough stories and pity parties. She died. I couldn’t save her. I didn’t intentionally break my deal; other powers were at play. Greater powers. Now that’s a hard fucking pill to swallow. Regardless of my feelings, I have plans set in motion which need my attention. I will have my heirs. I stand, my study almost suffocating, the fire roaring in the fireplace is almost stifling as I walk over to my bar and grab another tumbler.
“I said shift, Abaddon!” I shout. Snatching up the decanter, I turn to watch the shapeshifting Demoness rearrange her face, her red skin turns brown, her black hair straightening, black eyes now shaped like a Human; brown and inviting. Her body changes before my eyes, and my heartache returns. I gaze at her new body, the body of the mortal woman I lost. My Lucretia. I let my eyes finally travel south until I stop at the huge round belly that she now cradles in her hands protectively. My children.
“My Lord—”
“I didn’t tell you to speak!” I bellow, nostrils flaring, the books on the bookshelves around me tremble before they fall to the floor. “I only told you to shift. Perhaps I made a mistake in giving you this task,” I say calmly, my mood switching from anger to cold detachment. I am barely keeping myself in check. When she bows her head, I make my way back to her. As soon as she is within reach, I reach down and grab her arm to yank her up until she stands in front of me. I look down into the eyes that belong to Lucretia, and I cave, slamming my mouth into hers. She moans as I pry her lips open with my tongue and devour her, sucking and biting her lips and tongue like she was life itself.
I pull away just as quickly, almost tossing her back to the floor before remembering the treasures she carries inside of her. I catch her arm as she flails backward and help steady her back on her feet. I immediately take a step back, finding my seat again, drinking the liquor straight from the decanter.
“Tell me again what your role is from now on until I tell you you’re no longer needed.” I wave my hand impassively, keeping my eyes trained on the fires beyond her.
Abaddon clears her throat before she speaks. “I am to maintain the guise of Lucretia Larrieux, Headmistress of HellNight Academy, daughter of Nolan and Claris Larrieux of the prominent Larrieux family,” she replies, and I nod my head for her to continue.
“I am to carry your seed and give birth to your children, hiding them in plain sight and keeping them under the radar from Michael and any other Archangels. Once the children come of age. . .” She hesitates, rubbing her belly, my eyes are drawn to her gentle caress and anger surges forward. My grief is hot and heavy. I want to lash out and take it out on her. I failed my little witch and now I must suffer through an imposter.
“And?” I glance up at her from my chair, my jaw clenched tight, power burning under my skin. I need her out of my sight, now.
“I will bring your sons to you, my Lord.” She bows her head respectively. I study her for a minute, taking one last look at my beloved Lucretia. Well, the copy of her.
“Leave. Continue to run the Academy as you see fit. I don’t care what you do, as long as you bring me my sons when the time comes,” I say dismissively, watching her slowly walk past me towards the door.
“Oh, and Abaddon,” I call after her.
“Yes, my Lord,” she replies, but I don’t turn around, I can’t see her as Lucretia for a moment longer.
“If you betray me in any way, I will skin you alive and nail you to my wall. You may be a rare breed, but I will obliterate you and your kind. Now leave.” I settle back into my seat, staring at the flames once more. I take one last drink of whiskey before I throw the decanter into the fire.
“A minor setback,” I say to myself with a sigh. Lucretia presented me with a chance to have formidable, all-powerful Nephilim. “But alas, my beautiful little witch, you’re gone,” I whisper, lost in thought, the dance of the flames hypnotic as a smile slowly forms on my face. The first genuine smile I’ve had in a very long time.
“I may not have the Nephilim I desired, but three Angel Demon hybrids are just as good, if not better.” I laugh as I mentally place my Nephalem Kings on the chess board.
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