The Curse of Blackbane - Chapter 22

Demons and an Angel

Chapter 22

The creature with the bull’s head leaned back in his golden chair. Casually, the demon flipped another card. This time, the game piece showed the image of a whip and a wooden paddle. Screams of ecstasy filled the chamber as a dying body of an older man thrashed in his chains.

“Sariel, your angelic friends might trap me, but only for a short time. I take it you’ve not met my Cambions before. Atsais is an incubus who wants your fat body for his pleasure.”

The male escort tackled Leiras from behind and sent him sprawling on the floor. The monk’s lantern tumbled across the floor, coming to a rest at Marshall’s feet. He watched the woman back away from the device while the incubus slammed Leiras’s head into the stone floor, stunning him. When Marshall tried to move, the pirate captain felt one side of his body go numb when the woman’s hand came down on his shoulder. Marshall nearly toppled before he fell to one knee.

Marshall looked over at the grinning incubus as he stripped off the clothes from Leiras. The creature threw the garments over the Xeropotamou lantern. Then, the incubus kneeled behind the angel to mount him.

“My offspring are very effective in dealing with humans and angels,” the bull-head creature stated.

A moment later, Atsais groaned loudly as he raped the overpowered Leiras. Blood flowed down the fat monk’s face as he struggled under the incubus. Marshall felt a growing rage at his friend’s torment. The thought briefly surprised him before filling the pirate with resolve.

“Sariel, you should know better than to enter my world,” the demon chuckled as he watched the rape. “You’ll find the painful pleasures from an incubus mating with you nearly as fun as his ideas for young monks.”

Marshall turned away from the scene and the bull-headed creature raised an amused smirk when he noticed.

“Blackbane, you witnessed pirates’ rape and pillage men, women and children before,” the woman holding his shoulder whispered. “What makes you look away now? Do you have sympathy for Sariel, or perhaps you want to join?”

“Turn your head back to watch!” she commanded.

“Blackbane, I forgot to introduce your succubus, Siasta,” the demon spoke up as he leaned against the table.

“She and her brother know of your eternal nature. I’ve given them permission to feed upon your soul. You’ll learn pleasure and pain beyond your comprehension as they use your body. An eternal damnation for you seems suitable within my world.”

A wave of agony suddenly swept through Marshall when the woman pushed her razor-sharp fingernails into his flesh. He flinched, but the pain refocused his thoughts. He needed to learn more.

“Why do you call Leiras by another name?” Marshall forcefully turned his gaze to the bull-headed demon.

“You don’t know of your guardian angel?” Asmodeus shook his head in amusement.

“It appears he didn’t bother to tell you. The creature enjoying himself with my incubus was the intermediary between God and humans.” The demon tapped his finger on the table thoughtfully.

“Well, that was before the days of Jared. Those of us who fell from Heaven understood our nature. But Sariel still yearns for acceptance among the other angels who kiss the ass of that wretched creator. Of course, they laughed at him for choosing to remain in his sorry state. Sariel enjoys the pleasures of the flesh far too much. Those ass kissers believe they must avoid the human’s sinful nature, damned hypocrites as they are.”

Stunned at the idea, Marshall shook his head. He hated becoming a tool of both sides of the eternal struggle.

“You must be lying. Angels and demons are immortal,” he growled.