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It had taken ages to find him, standing in front of an apartment building tucked away in one of the alleys of the city that never slept. You thought, this couldn’t be it, but the map that had been painstakingly drawn had led you here. Buried in legends and half whispered stories, his lair had been impossible to find. He’d made sure of it. Anyone who had gotten close had been eradicated. Sent back to the church in piles of ash.
But here you stood, staring up and up at old brick and boarded up windows. This building shouldn’t even exist. Held together by demonic magic that erased it from the mind of any human that looked too long in its direction. Even you with all your training felt the beginnings of a headache behind your eyes just from forcing yourself to look.
You clutched the map tight to your hand and steadied your heart. One foot lifted and stepped forward, landing on the ground like the dull thud of a funerary drum.
The door creaked as you pushed in. Heart hammering, you crouched, eyes darting around the dark, ready for an attack. You knew his minions would be crawling around but you weren’t there for them. Still, your hand itched for your sword. Holy metal blessed by god to help eradicate all evil. You gritted your teeth as you crept around crumbling walls and down halls lit by lights covered in grime and dust. The world painted in gravestone grays.
Distantly you heard the din of conversation, creeping deeper and deeper towards the sound. You tried valiantly to squash the tiny thought in your head that the layout of this place made no sense. It seemed deeper on the inside than it did on the outside. You should be going up but you almost felt like the hallways curved down, down, down. It didn’t matter you told the fear that squeezed your heart like a vise. None of that mattered. You just needed to kill the demon and get out. Fuck the physics of this building.
The din of voices grew louder as a hazy purple light appeared at the end of the hallway. Feet padded soft and careful on broken wood. You reached the end of the hall only to find yourself on a sort of balcony looking down at a great hall. A large open area that didn’t match the dilapidated hallways you had just crossed. Your eyebrows furrowed as you scanned the floors and the wooden walls seeming to be illuminated from within by ethereal purple light.
Demons. So so many demons all kneeling on the floor, all facing a raised dais spewing purple haze from beneath that drifted lazily up and up obscuring everything above it.
“M-my lord,” a voice, strained and sputtering spoke from below. Your eyes snapped to a demon who shook, kneeling before the dais with his forehead touching the floor. “Please. It was an error! We thought-“
“And who,” you felt your blood freeze as a voice floated out from the mist, “gave you the right to think?”
You hunched smaller on instinct, peering from behind the bars of the balcony as the smoke billowed in response to movement, seeming to clear and diminish to reveal the shadow of a man. You still couldn’t quite make him out but you knew, you knew who that was.
The balladeer. The composer of death. The devil’s own harbinger.
Scaramouche.
“My lord. Please, have mercy.” The demon hiccuped.
There was a pause, an intake of lazy breath before a laugh deceptively soft rang out like the tune of a bell. There was the crackle of electricity in the air, felt it kiss your skin as it circled the room.
“Ah mercy, virtue of the gods.” The balladeer sighed, “pity…there are no gods here.”
The demon’s scream pierced your ear louder than the crack of electricity that rang out like a whip, disintegrating the monster into nothing more than a pile of ash.
The rest of the crowd of demons seemed to shrink smaller but none of them moved, none of them breathed.
“Clean that filth up and leave.” There was movement on the dais that looked deceptively like the flick of a wrist. And, like puppets, they moved. A few scrambled to sweep up the mess, others scurried through doors that led god knew where. The hall was empty in a matter of minutes.
This would be the perfect time. He wouldn’t expect it. He’d be sitting in his dais and wouldn’t think that anyone would be coming to slit his throat. Your hand inched to your sword, thumb inching it out of its scabbard in near silence as you prepared to move, glancing once more around the room to make sure it was clear.
“I should congratulate you.”
You froze, hand on the banister, turning slow to stare at the dais. The smoke had cleared, dwindling down until it only hugged the bottom of the raised floor, making it seem as if the whole platform was floating.
And there, on a throne of wood and leather, he sat. One leg raised to rest the heel of his sandal on the seat, exposing milky white skin. His hat slung low over his head to hide his eyes and only letting the sharp upturn of his lips peek through. He was dressed in blacks and purples, looking as regal as he always did. Beautiful and ethereal if you could allow yourself that thought. If you looked too quick you’d think him nothing to be afraid of. Small of statue with lean muscles and soft features. He seemed like the least intimidating creature on the planet.
“You managed to find my home.” He said, head coming to rest on his hand as he finally, finally looked up at you and blessed you with his purple eyes. Glowing and huge, crinkled up in mirth, a small upturn to his lips. Surely his expression was meant to make you feel at ease. It only made your heart rate quicken. You knew what he could do with only the snap of his fingers. “Did you come to kill me?” He sing songed. It was cosmic injustice. Cruel mockery from the devil himself. Only that could explain why evil incarnate was painted in the lines and hues of an angel. A part of you, a part you would deny to anyone, whispered that he was beautiful, handsome, mourned that you both were sworn enemies because oh how you ached to think about how he’d look with those devil eyes looking down at y—
You shook your head rough, dispelling the thoughts that threatened to lead down a road you could never go. You forced yourself to stand at full height, unsheathing your sword.
“Yes.” Your voice came out rough. His smile grew wider. You hissed, face scrunching in a scowl as you climbed to stand on the balcony. This was already bad. So bad. You had wanted to sneak up on him, had hoped he would be distracted when you went to kill him but now it looked like this was going to be a one on one battle.
“Good.” He cooed watching you jump down to land on the floor in a crouch, one hand fisted around your sword, the other balled in a fist. “My but you do look angry, traveler. Whatever could be the matter?”
“You. You’re the matter.” You lifted your sword, pointed straight at his heart.
“Me?” He cocked his head to the side, his movements slow and lazy, unperturbed. “But I haven’t done anything to you. I even let you and your witch friend run off when I only wanted to introduce myself to you.”
“She’s not a witch.” You bit out.
“Witch, priestess.” He waved a hand, “the name is irrelevant. She is irrelevant. You though, you are interesting.” He leaned forward on his chair, one hand coming up to cover his mouth as if to hide the flash of white teeth. “I have wanted to see for myself the traveling exorcist who defeated Tartaglia. My, your stories have traveled far and wide and I just so badly wanted to meet you.”
You straightened, sword wavering as you watched him start to stand from his throne. He’d heard of you? He wanted to meet you? But-
“And when I heard that you wanted to hunt me down, I just couldn’t resist.” His hand dropped from his face, his eyes morphing, red mixed with purple glowing even brighter. “I just needed to know if you tasted as sweet as you looked.”
“What-“ you stepped back as smoke started drifting in slow tendrils out from the bottom of the platform. You took another step back. The smoke followed, tracing like tentacles out and out, searching you out.
“Why do you think the door was unlocked, little bird? Why do you think none of my minions found you as you crept through my home? Hmm?” He giggled as he stopped at the edge of the dais, head tilting down so he could look at you from the brim of this hat. “Did you think yourself so lucky?”
His words were like ice, your muscles freezing even as your brain screamed to run. He had been expecting you. He’d been waiting for you. You needed to run! You made a move but heard him tut just as electricity burned up your legs causing you to fall to your knees with a cry.
“No,” you whispered weakly as the smoke swirled around you. You went to cover your nose and mouth but it was too little too late. The sweet haze coated the back of your throat.
“There.” He chuckled, hopping down from the platform. “Good.”
You groaned, hands dropping down to the ground. The effect was near instantaneous. Your body was burning. Flames licked down your veins to pool in your belly, heat flaring bright as it went on and on.
“Do you feel it, little bird? Feel that heat pooling low in your belly?” His voice was suddenly singing sweet by your ear and you rolled your head up to look at him as he crouched above you. His gaze was magnetic. You whimpered, swallowing down too much drool in your mouth. You needed…something. There was a pulse and a clench between your legs and you squirmed.
Oh god. Oh god. Your brain was melting, drifting away on a cloud but even as it did you realized distantly what was happening.
“Embrace it.” He murmured, eyes sparkling with glee. “Embrace the lust. Don’t fight it.” You shuddered, mouth gaping. He stood and you tilted your head up and up to look at him.
“P-please.” You didn’t even know what you were asking for, mind swirling into a haze thicker than the miasma you now breathed in freely.
“Please what?” He cooed. You whimpered causing him to laugh, leaning down to place a cool hand on your heated cheek causing you to sigh at how good it felt. Your body nearly collapsed into his touch. “You don’t even know do you? It’s ok, I know what you need. I know what you wanted from the moment you set your eyes on me.” His grin grew wicked, watching you shrink back in mortification. There was no way, no way he could know. Another whiplash of heat spread through you and you groaned in agonizing need.
His hand left your face and you leaned forward, already searching for it. God you just needed this aching heat to stop, needed the spinning room to just still. You just needed him to make it better. Make it go away. You knew he was causing this in some portion of your brain but you couldn’t remember to be enraged, to fight. Did you even want to fight? Didn’t you need to run? Why had you wanted to in the first place? Why run when everything you wanted was standing right in front of you?
He reached for the button of his shorts, unbuttoning as he reached below the hem to grab at his cock. You blinked, watching him pull himself out. Long and thick and already half hard, you felt your brain stutter, a flash of consciousness screaming at you to go, go, go. He must have seen it in the way you flinched when he stepped towards you, stroking himself slow.
“Oh don’t be that way, little exorcist. I saw how you looked at me when you thought yourself so cleverly hidden on the balcony and even just now. Saw how you gazed at my body. You can’t hide from me.” His voice dropped lower nearly a growl.
Your eyes rolled up to look as him through lashes as the head of his cock brushed your lips, leaving it sticky and wet. An invitation to open and accept your sin, your descent into depravity.
“Open,” he ordered you to fall.
And fall you did, eyes locked on his as he slid his cock into your mouth with a grin that flashed his demonic fangs.
“Good girl.” He praised and your eyes rolled back, leaning in and swallowing him down reveling in the heat of the ambrosia on your tongue.
There was no art to how you sucked his cock. Drool dripping down your chin as you slurped and sucked clumsily. Hands gripped his thighs, your throat seizing and clenching, pulling back to gag only to have his fingers twine in your hair and feed his cock back into your mouth.
“Can’t handle my cock, little bird?” He cooed in a voice that was all feigned concern. He laughed when you pushed forward, the need driving you mad more insistent than your clenching, protesting throat. You swallowed more and more even as your eyes brimmed with tears. You needed him down your throat, needed him more than air. You needed nothing more than this, kneeling before him mouth open for his pleasure. “That’s it. Take my cock. Good, good.” His praise only fed more of the inferno inside you as you moaned and swallowed.
Just as you were sliding him deeper in your throat, he was pushing you off even as you cried out and struggled to get back to him.
“No,” you whimpered brokenly. “No, no.”
“Be quiet,” he let go of your hair with a rough push, circling behind you. “On your hands and knees.” He pushed at your back until you tumbled forward.
You gasped when his fingers, far too sharp to be human shred your pants and underwear leaving you completely exposed. Your core clenched as the cool air met the heat of your sex. God you were positively dripping. A small part of your brain sparked in embarrassment, making you squirm and try to close your legs to his cruel gaze.
“Did I tell you to close your legs? You are mine to look at. Mine to devour.” He chuckled, bending down to his knees, hands trailing up your thighs leaving goosebumps in their wake until his hot breath met the slick heat of your pussy, strong hands coming up to hold your ass up higher in the air. “All mine.” He crooned before the flat of his tongue licked a strip up.
Stars exploded and you arched up crying out. You couldn’t keep quiet, could barely hold still when he delved lower to your clit, circling with a lazy tongue. Lazy and slow. Torture of the best kind that burned up your belly and spread to your toes. Lick and suck, repeating over and over until your face was pressed into the floor, eyes rolled back and drool dripping from your lips. Moans escaping your mouth as you could do nothing but rock your hips back into his mouth like a wanton whore.
“P-please,” you didn’t know what you were asking for, mind nothing but ash. All you knew was that you still felt in the center of the overwhelming pleasure, completely and achingly empty.
“Please what?” He pulled back and you whimpered, hips moving artlessly. “What do you need?” His words were dark, sadistic as his fingers came up to play with your sensitive sticky bud, knowing you couldn’t answer. You whimpered, arms coming up to bury your face in them to hide your sobs.
“Is this what you need?” Distantly you heard shuffling until there was the press of the thick head of his cock. Your head flew up, eyes wide open when you felt him press in, back arching and hands scrambling to grab purchase on the floor.
“Yes! Yes!” You groaned, pulled taut like a bowstring as he slid in slow but unrelenting, one smooth stroke that had him buried to the hilt. “Oh god! God!”
“Cry out to your god all you want.” He laughed darkly, hands twisting in your hair until he had you looking back at him. Gone was the semblance of an angel and in its place was the demon. Hat long discarded, small horns peaking out from his tousled hair, eyes more red than purple, black ink spreading from his claws up his arms. “In here, there is only me.” His smile was all white teeth as he pulled out only to slam back in.
Your eyes rolled back as you screamed his name. He laughed, growling, setting a brutal pace that was all for his pleasure. Tugged and pulled this way and that way, he pressed you back down into the floor, his other clawed hand gripping your hip higher so he could slam into you over and over. Nothing but a doll for his pleasure.
It wasn’t long before you felt the heat of something coming, muscles clenching, toes curling. You tried to squirm back on to him, searching for your own pleasure. He could feel it, feel the way you clenched around him, dripping wet slick around his cock.
“Need to cum, little bird?”
“Y-yes, yes! Please,” you slurred the words, eyes rolling. You felt fingers traced down, claws gone as he rubbed at where you both were joined and lower to circle your clit. You cried out earning a sadistic laugh.
“That’s it, cum on my cock, little bird.” The clenching heat exploded at his words and you arched clenching down rhythmically as your orgasm over took you in waves. “That’s it, just like that.” He crooned as kept teasing you clit through your orgasm until you were whimpering in overstimulation.
You collapsed down on your elbows, squirming as he continued to tease.
“Wait. Wait please,” you reached to grab his hands.
“Wait? No no, I don’t think I will.” He leaned over you, feeling his chest meet your back. “I’m not even near being done with you.” He chuckled along the shell of your ear.
Your eyes grew wide as you turned back to look at him, watching him smile as he went back to fucking you uncaring of how you sobbed through the pleasure pain.
Time was meaningless. There was only pleasure heightened by the bright of being used over and over again. You’d lost count of how many times you came, how many positions he had you in. Flashes of him bending you in every position as you cried for him to fuck you. Fleeting memories of him moving you to a bed of black silk. Pictures of you riding his cock, crying and writhing on his cock as you screamed your pleasure with his name on your lips as if he was the only being in this world. He’d laid there arms behind his head as you had chased your own pleasure, content to watch you debase yourself like a whore. Only after an eternity, he’d finally taken you and claimed you with his seed as you’d laid there spent and delirious, begging for his cum like you’d die without it. Begging to be filled and bred, back arched, knees to chest, tears long having stained your wild hair.
“You’re mine now, little bird. Claimed as mine forever.” Those were the last words he’d whispered before you’d succumbed to the darkness of exhausted sleep.
And when you’d awoken, dressed and sprawled in the middle of the hall you’d found him in, you could almost pretend it was a dream. Had told yourself so over and over as you’d ran out of that infernal building as fast as you could. Had told yourself pretty lies even as the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end even in the comfort of your home.
But the five claw marks on your hip, burned like a brand sang a different tune. The bruises across your skin painting your descent into hell in purples and blues. Purple eyes you could swear you saw every time you passed a dark shadow whispered the truth.
You belonged to the harbinger. You belonged to Scaramouche. Your thighs clenched at the thought. Memories of that night flooding back every time you thought of him.
God forgive you but you couldn’t help but crave him even in the dark haven of you room. You hoped he’d come for you again soon.