A Marvelous Devil.
Chapter 1: A Long-Awaited Deal.
Seere.
The Ashen Court, 1945
The glare in her eyes didn't diminish as I patted her head condescendingly. After all, she, better than anyone, knew how much her heated glare made me really feel.
"Go on, baby," I groaned as I continued to enjoy those pouty lips on my cock. The way her red eyes sharpened at my words made me shiver.
Hearing her choke on my shaft without my help felt like heaven. And that was saying something, considering what I was.
She separated for the first time in minutes, showing how long she could go without breathing, and I marveled at my glistening dick for a second before I sent a softer look at her when she gasped for breath.
Grabbing her by the horns, I lifted until her gaze locked with mine.
"I know what you feel, Mephy," I said softly, then a growl escaped me when I said her name, "Believe me, I understand."
Without saying more, I pulled her forward. Our lips mashed as we swapped saliva like it was our last day in this universe.
In a way, it was. But not for both of us.
She snarled, her clawed hands destroying my suit in less than a second.
No matter how much she smirked at me, I did not pout.
Even if I really liked it. Mortals were so innovative, and I couldn't hide my appreciation no matter how hard I tried.
Returning the favor, I sent a heated glare at Mephista, or… Jezebel, as she was adamant I called her.
"You didn't have to follow this path," Mephista spat harshly at me, grabbing me by the horns tightly, making me kneel in front of her.
Her white dress pooled at her midriff, her red breasts bouncing as they escaped from their prison. Reddish nipples hard like pebbles.
I tried to stand, to asphyxiate myself on those glorious orbs. Each one was big enough to spill from my palms, but Mephy had another idea.
I wasn't complaining… much.
"No, no," she smirked sultrily, her voice coming in a low whisper, "This is all your fault, Seere. You could have me for eternity. You could have everything my father does, but your pride messed up all my plans."
The more she spoke, the more her voice sounded venomous. I ignored her anger.
It was something we fought many times in the past, and I didn't regret my actions.
Mephistopheles could choke on my cock, just as his daughter did.
"As you say, my lady," I dipped my head, sounding subservient.
I chuckled when her eyes brightened.
Grabbing her arms, I conjured diamond shackles to lock her in place, her arms bound to the bedrest as I climbed over her figure.
Taking one of her breasts in hand, I made sure to lavish it as it deserved. My tongue lashed against her nipple as she moaned my name in anguish and exhilaration.
The bedrest came off as she pulled with all her strength, her hellfire burning through my creation in seconds as she grabbed my horns and pushed me downward.
Making sure to leave a path with my saliva, I made sure to give her other tit some love, before leaving featherlight kisses through her stomach until I reached where she wanted.
A single wave of my hand, and her dress burned to ashes, earning a glare from the feisty demoness.
"I liked that one," she hissed, pulling my head towards her snatch.
Smirking, I blew softly over her red slit, seeing her glistening fold shudder even before my breath reached them.
"Tell me what you want, Mephy," I growled, grabbing her ass and parting her legs, pinning her all the way till her knees were next to her head.
"Mhm," she smirked back, not backing down despite the… unorthodox position.
There was a reason why I liked her.
Her hands went up as she grabbed her legs, opening herself wider until she couldn't go on.
"Feast on me, Seere. I want to taste myself on you. I want you to burn this moment onto your skull," she moaned sweetly as I followed her order.
My tongue lengthened, a nice quirk of being able of altering your form however you wanted. I lapped at her outer lips before slowly pushing my middle finger against her soaking slit.
Pumping it into her, I continued to lap, going deeper and deeper until I felt something on the tip of my tongue.
The way she whimpered and moaned as she tightened her grip on me was otherworldly. The feeling of her release, even more so.
Feeling her grip soften, I took a moment to marvel at the scene. Her red skin is glistening with sweat, her breath coming out unevenly.
"You and your stupid pride," she barely managed to say as she pushed me to my ass.
"What's the point of living without risk, my love?" I quirked my lips as I put my arms behind my head, watching as she sauntered towards me.
Feeling her clawed hands grab my hardness, I worried for a second that she was going to show her anger in a more visceral way when she stayed silent.
But she just stroked me to full hardness again, her gaze distant.
"I should hate you," she murmured, "I should despise what you represent."
Even as she said that, she continued stroking me, climbing over my leg, and touching my chest softly.
The hurt in her voice was worse than any injury I felt in the past eons.
"But I can't," she managed to choke out, her vision shining with unshed tears, "You did what no one else could. Yet you didn't appreciate my offer. I could have helped you. We could have destroyed my father and taken everything he owned."
"We could have been the greatest demons this universe had ever seen," she stopped cold. "We could have had everything."
It broke my non-existent heart the way her breath hitched. I grabbed her face softly, pulling her towards me and kissing her.
It wasn't like previous times, when we fought for dominion over the other as a way to heat up our exchanges; no, this one was soft, calm, slow.
And yet… It felt more than any other.
Separating from her lips was harder than the past, but the wetness on my cheeks made my will stronger.
My thumb passed softly as I cleaned up her tears, smiling through my own tears.
"It wasn't meant to be, Mephy," I said softly, my voice thick, "Your father would never allow this. The fact that I grew so much was a miracle."
She huffed a laugh at that but nodded. Because I told the truth.
"But I enjoyed my life, Mephy. And you just made it better," I chuckled, my mind lost in memories.
She had been such a spirited young demon back then. Wanting to defeat me, only to earn Mephisto's praise.
Not that the bastard was even capable of that.
But that was a conversation for another time.
Or perhaps not. The feeling of death was growing closer and closer.
"I like you, Mephy. I can't say this didn't start as a way to piss off the bastard, but I grew to care for you. That's why I couldn't follow your plan."
Opening her legs with mine, I moved her body until she was set on top of my lenght. The heat coming from her had not lessened in the slightest, and even through her tears, she began to move forward, then back.
Her fluids coating my shaft were making me crazy.
"You are an idiot. The most idiotic demon in this universe," she snarled, smacking my face hard enough to make it tilt as she raised her buttocks and grabbed my shaft. "But you are mine. For as long as that is."
She hadn't even finished as she began to jump up and down, making me clench my teeth from the pleasure emanating.
I didn't even feel the sting of her slap at that moment.
"Yours," I growled, grabbing her left breast and pulling her forward and claiming her lips once more, "For as long as that is."
Her movements filled with fury, jumping up and down hard enough to shake the walls of my castle in the middle of my hell dimension.
She was writhing on top of me, and I wasn't far behind. The tightness of her sweltering folds made my cock strain just to last a minute longer.
Her climax was approaching, and I wasn't far behind.
Her head lolled towards me, her eyes glazy with pleasure as she bit her lip.
"Inside me, Seere," she said hotly, "I want to feel your seed inside. Give it to me."
Perhaps another time, I would have said no. Just to enjoy her pouty, frustrated look.
But this was a special occasion. I just nodded, earning the widest smile I had ever seen on her face.
"I'll miss you," she kissed me, clamping down on any answer I could give.
Her snatch tightened to superhuman levels, and I felt myself on a losing battle, my eyes crossing as my seed was released straight into her womb.
She dropped onto my chest, a small smile on her face as she breathed out slowly.
"I'll miss you too, Mephy."
Later.
Looking forlornly at the distance, I played with my necklace as I waited for what I knew was coming.
Mephy had left, but this time it was different. Final.
I couldn't even be angry at the situation. I knew it was coming for literally eons.
I had done everything in my considerable power to avoid this, but it wasn't enough.
Not by a long shot.
Now… everything was in the hands of that red lizard. Maybe it was a coincidence, or perhaps it was fate. I couldn't say. But my only chance depended on someone outside of this universe.
The orb inside my necklace thrummed with power, as if acknowledging the pact.
I could only hope that he went through with it.
Being a demon was not easy. Yes, we had unimaginable power, we could grow strong enough to match the All-Father those asgardians had. But that came with expectations.
And rules.
Things I didn't follow. And it turns out that upsets people.
Maybe it was expected, but no one had followed the path I did.
Being fair.
Easy right? No, it turns out that it wasn't easy. Demons like me didn't get their fame for nothing. Stereotypes existed for a reason.
But I grew faster than anyone could have imagined. Faster than Mephisto expected.
Just by being fair.
By not being an asshole. That was my sin.
And it was time to pay for it. I felt the moment all the protective spells and wards around my domain disappeared. No, they weren't deactivated. No one inside my domain wanted me to lose. No one was betraying me. They just broke, ceasing to exist in the blink of an eye.
The purple sky darkened as a legion of demons, avatars of the bastard himself and his main body, appeared in the sky. Mephisto smirking at me vilely, his teeth turning into a sneer when my blank face greeted him.
My followers were also staring blankly at him.
It was hard taking him seriously when his daughter was choking on my cock not three hours before, and everyone here had heard her during our centuries of dalliances.
Not that they would say it out loud. They loved me too much for that. And her as well. She was a sweetheart below her sneers and superior look.
No one took her seriously here. But… they would give their life for her. And I.
But they didn't have to.
I glanced at my generals, their powers rising as their figures twisted. My oldest followers.
Lost souls I reclaimed back when the presence was weakened with its mortal embodiment.
Diluvious. My right-hand man. His burly body bulged until his green skin began peeling off his body. He writhed and shuddered until nothing but a glob of black blood remained. A massive serpentine body made of boiling black water emerged. Tall enough to dwarf my castle walls. Then, ten whale-like heads formed on top of his form, each one with uncountable eyes.
The water that had been his body hissed as it dripped to the floor, leaving patches of melting stone.
The very space around him was becoming liquid.
Pestis roared at his side. Perhaps roared was the wrong word; his humanoid spirit flaked off in millions, then billions of living organisms that killed everything they touched. A buzzing sound could be heard all around my dimension as he took the sky.
Vorago, my very own necromancer. His skeletal figure shone under the purple sky. He was emaciated, but his belly was bulging.
I avoided looking at him any longer. He was a loyal follower, but even I was uncomfortable around him. Out of everyone living in my dimension, he was the one with the highest kill count.
Even Mephy cringed when she learned the actual number.
His belly screamed with the tortured screams of the billions of souls he had inside.
And finally… Tenebrus. A legend to everyone in the Ashen courts. No one had ever seen him until now.
The sky darkened as pure darkness descended, making it hard to see even a few centimeters ahead.
He didn't speak. He couldn't. But after a moment, I felt my vision return as every follower roared against Mephisto.
The mere sound of millions of souls disintegrating the first line of Mephisto forces.
I smiled sadly. They were ready to fight for what they believed. To protect what they sold their very souls for.
But I had other plans.
My hand tightened around my necklace as I yanked it off and looked at it with a smidgen of hope.
Sighing, I allowed my cosmic power to flow into it. The thing drank it like a mortal in a desert, but I was in my domain. Something like this didn't put me back.
After some seconds that felt like hours, the red orb broke.
"Cute," Mephisto laughed cruelly, his eyes barely shifting as thousands of his followers disintegrated in front of him.
He could have stopped it. He didn't care.
It was all because of this bastard that our kind was seen this way.
"Was that all, Seere?" He sneered, "Am I to believe you aren't scared? That you don't know your life has come to an end?"
"No one here fears you, you pathetic son of a whore!" A furious roar sounded from the backlines of my side, surprising me.
No, surprising all of us.
I didn't recognize the voice, and it wasn't until I squinted that I let out an amused laugh. A mortal, a human who sold me his soul for increasing his lifespan until his granddaughters died.
He wasn't anyone special. The only reason I even made the deal was because of how much he loved his family and wanted to hide his cancer.
Selling souls to me sounded bad, but the Ashen courts weren't a place for suffering. I knew he enjoyed his time here, considering the two demonesses pulling him back with worried expressions.
The insane bastard had a fucking frying pan as a weapon.
"Huh," Mephisto didn't know what to say, and it showed; his expression was dumbstruck as he saw the ant, to our eyes, scream defiantly against one of the most powerful beings in the universe with a fierce scowl.
Then his expression turned ugly.
A single wave of his hand sent a condensed beam of hellfire the size of buildings towards the idiot direction. I frowned, pulling my cosmic power into a wall between my followers and death.
Just ten more seconds.
I felt my cosmic power plummet as I reinforced the wall against the beam again and again. My followers began to shine an ethereal, kaleidoscopic light, engulfing everyone.
From the weakest to my generals.
"I didn't expect you to try so hard against someone like him, Mephisto," I grunted.
If I knew something about the bastard, it was that he liked the sound of his own voice.
He pumped more power into the beam for a second, making my arm buckle as I reinforced the wall a hundredth time, then he laughed mockingly.
"True, true, I don't know why," he grinned, "Ah. I remembered. It's simple, my dear Seere."
"Oh?" I quirked my eyebrow as I felt his power diminish, before the beam disappeared.
I turned my head to look at the mortal, only to laugh seeing the fierce scowl on his face and his partners gazes.
"I simply wanted to," he clapped his hands.
One second.
The shine brightened, and in a single blink, everyone on my side disappeared.
Or… that's what I wanted.
I snarled, seeing my four generals still present in my dimension.
"What the fuck do the four of you think you're doing?!" I roared at their direction, only to be met with blank stares.
The blue light returned with vengeance, focusing on the four of them, but they just stared at Mephisto with hate-filled eyes.
Then, much to my shock, a voice I had never heard made my domain tremble.
"We chose you, Lord Seere. Let us choose this too."
I was only glad that Mephisto wanted to gloat, because right at this moment, I wasn't focusing on anything but the mass of darkness in the sky. And I wasn't the only one.
"The fuck?" Diluvious shouted. Or roared. Nothing of that size could speak low, but I was sure everyone in the dimension could hear his shock, "You can TALK?!"
The moment Tenebrus's voice boomed through the dimension, Mephisto's armies faltered.
Billions of lesser demons, tortured souls, and malformed avatars, and sin-made flesh recoiled as the very concept of sound was devoured and spat back out in a single declaration of loyalty.
The flood rose first.
Diluvious surged forward with a roar that rippled the fabric of space itself.
His ten whale heads unhinged in unison, releasing a wall of black water hotter than hellfire itself. It swept across the field in a tidal wave that blotted out the horizon. Mephisto's frontlines evaporated into steaming silhouettes before they could understand they'd died.
The wave kept going, boiling the air, liquefying matter, drowning the whole dimension in its wake.
But Mephisto merely snapped his fingers.
The flood hit an invisible point in the air and split. An avatar stepped through the breach, a smaller copy of Mephisto, but still radiating enough power to break pantheons by himself.
"Cute trick," the Avatar sneered.
Then Pestis hit him.
A shriek rattled existence as Pestis's entire body exploded into a storm of microscopic beasts, a living plague wave. Every mote was a ravenous organism, each one carrying extinction inside its cells. The Avatar's crimson flesh blistered and sagged, bones showing through as a million predators bit into him at once.
He screamed, and the scream alone killed half of Pestis's swarm.
Vorago strode forward silently.
His belly stretched with the screaming souls inside. With a gentle motion of his skeletal fingers, he twisted the battlefield.
The very space vowed under his will, and time came to a stop. A billion soldiers on Mephisto's side suddenly convulsed as tendrils of pale light burst from their chests; Vorago ripping their souls free. Before he consumed them.
They funneled into his belly, swelling it further until the tortured mass inside clawed desperately against his ribs.
I launched myself against Mephisto to keep him busy. I couldn't allow him to focus on my generals. They didn't stand a chance. Nor did I.
But he wasn't paying attention. I thought, and my dimension answered. A hole in reality opened in front of him. With another simple motion, the stars in the sky shivered, then condensed, a spear of celestial light falling from the sky so fast it burned through the very air.
Tortured souls sprang from the ground, enemies that had defied me for eons. The arms held Mephisto for a second before he broke free. But a second was all I needed.
Focusing for a moment, I manipulated causality to make Mephisto stop in time. I felt my reserves plummeting, but the spear struck true and impaled Mephisto, the force enough to push him towards the rift.
I hoped Dormammu thanked me for the gift. A snap of my fingers and the rift closed. The last thing I saw was the wide eye of that monster, before a fierce glint appeared as a gargantuan amount of cosmic power gathered on his palms.
… Might regret it later.
The battle continued while I dealt with Mephisto, at least momentarily.
Tenebrus fell like a singularity on the battlefield.
Pure darkness poured over the Avatar, over the field, over everything. There was no sound, there was no light. There was just darkness.
The world became a negative void where Tenebrus alone held dominion. The Avatar staggered as his form cracked, pieces of him dissolving into the Void like melting wax.
"Diluvious!" The gravely voice of Tenebrus sounded once more, making me stop for a moment as I disemboweled the third of Mephisto's Avatar.
The flood, for his part, didn't hesitate. All his gigantic demonic form condensed into a single drop of water, hard enough that your head would hurt just by seeing it. It was blacker than even Tenebrus darkness.
The drop of water sharpened, then entered through the Avatar's nostril.
And it expanded.
A shower of blood was the only thing that remained. From it, Diluvious emerged victorious, roaring and launching himself at the remaining army.
At least while Mephisto was distracted, his avatars couldn't draw unlimited power.
But good things didn't last. It wasn't even ten minutes later that I felt my realm open once more.
A bleeding Mephisto appeared on a different rift. His eye was gouged, bleeding copiously on the ground as he levitated inside.
His left leg was gone, his whole body melting.
But I wasn't focused on that. I couldn't when I was too focused on the gigantic, flaming arm he was levitating behind.
"You think you're funny, Seere?" He spat a glob of blood, multiple teeth coming out.
"You can laugh in your castle," he said neutrally, as he telekinetically sent the ginormous arm at me. Fast enough to make space tremble.
The arm still had Dormammus flames active, and as hard as I tried, I couldn't stop it.
The air left my lungs, and my vision darkened as I flew backwards, only stopping when I passed my fourth castle wall.
It took some time for me to gather myself from the impact, returning once more to observe the battlefield.
And it was as bad as I feared.
The five Avatars we had killed were back. The one who died at my generals hands scowled at Tenebrus's direction.
Hellfire erupted in a volcanic blast that broke Tenebrus's darkness. Every flicker carried the weight of a damned universe. The wave incinerated half of Diluvious's body, turned Pestis's organisms to ash, and peeled the skin off Vorago's skull.
"Stay alive!" I snarled, wrestling Mephisto himself, my cosmic power clashing with his. "Just a little longer!"
But Mephisto laughed.
He wasn't even trying.
His hand moved lazily, and a chain of glowing runes slammed across my chest, binding me to the ground. I coughed up blood.
"That's one," he whispered.
The Avatar lunged.
His clawed hand plunged straight into Pestis's core, bypassing his entire swarm. With a sickening crunch, he closed his fist. Pestis's scream echoed across the dimension as billions of organisms popped, died, and melted into sludge.
Then Pestis's humanoid spirit reformed once… twice… and then it shattered.
The plague hit the ground as a rain of dead embryos.
"PESTIS!" I screamed. Something inside broke as I saw one of my best friends die in front of me, and the fire of my hatred grew brighter than ever.
Diluvious did not wait. All ten whale heads roared in grief as a hurricane of black water slammed into the Avatar with force enough to scour a planet. Reality dissolved again, terrain bending under the pressure.
The Avatar just turned around.
A single blade of condensed hellfire cut all ten heads off in one sweep.
The massive serpent's body convulsed, water boiling out, leaving nothing but a twitching silhouette. Diluvious tried to reform a head. Just one. Just enough to say goodbye.
He couldn't.
He collapsed into a lake of black water that hissed weakly before it evaporated into steam.
My throat tightened painfully. These were my first. My oldest.
"MEPHISTO!" I roared.
He smiled sweetly.
"That's two," he said.
Vorago didn't scream. He simply opened his arms. Half a billion souls burst out of his stomach like a storm of dying stars, hurling themselves at the Avatar. The Avatar staggered, blinded and deafened by the onslaught.
Vorago's faint, trembling voice echoed inside my mind.
"I apologize, my lord. I cannot let them remain trapped any longer."
He reached into his own chest, gripped his soul, and tore.
The detonation cracked my dimension like glass. For one glorious second, the Avatar was obliterated, his body torn apart by freed souls rising like a cosmic geyser.
But Mephisto waved a hand.
The Avatar reformed from the ashes of the fallen, smiling with blood-slicked teeth.
"That's three," Mephisto hummed.
Tenebrus descended silently.
He didn't roar. He didn't speak. He simply wrapped his darkness around the Avatar, suffocating all existence within a sphere of Void. Nothing entered. Nothing left. It was the purest erasure.
The Avatar snapped his fingers.
A pinprick of hellfire appeared inside the Void.
Then it expanded.
A sun of damnation exploded within Tenebrus's body. Tenebrus's scream echoed through every atom of my dimension, the cry of a living night dying.
His gaseous form shuddered.
Then dissolved into drifting cinders of darkness.
My knees hit the ground. Pain lanced through me. Their souls had been bound to mine for thousands of years. Their deaths carved something out of me.
The physical pain didn't hurt as much as their loss.
Mephisto tilted his head mockingly.
"And that," he whispered, "makes four."
I screamed.
The bindings shattered. Power exploded from me in a storm of cosmic power. The battlefield disintegrated under my rage. Millions, if not more, of Mephisto's followers were erased from existence.
I lunged at Mephisto with enough force to annihilate a pantheon.
But he caught my punch with two fingers.
Then he slammed me into the ground.
I felt my ribs break.
"Seere," he mused softly, "you were always going to lose. You simply refused to accept it."
His hand plunged into my chest.
Agony. Absolute, primal agony. His hellish hooks dragging my soul upward.
He tried to devour me.
For a moment, I felt my identity unravel.
But then his eyes widened.
"…what," he hissed.
My soul didn't dissolve.
It didn't yield.
It burned.
Mephisto hissed in pain as my soul disintegrated his hand.
"I wanted to consume you," he whispered. "But I know my limits."
But he couldn't finish me.
He couldn't devour me.
And he knew it.
"But I have a nice idea," he grinned evilly, "You will get lost in the Void. And no one will remember your name. Saint of a demon."
The last thing I saw was Mephisto closing his eyes, his power rising to a point that made me feel that every death was in vain. He hadn't even been trying. It was over six times more potent than what he used in our fight.
And yet he was sweating. His form buckled as a portal appeared in front of him.
And… it was all darkness.
Dimensional Gap.
In a place filled with nothingness, even powerful beings hesitated.
It was strange when one was so in tune with the Void between realities. But they existed.
The fading remains of a soul drifted through it; its very own existence would be shocking for anyone who saw it. The fact that it hadn't degraded during its brief stay spoke volumes about its power.
The soul belonged to Seere. What was left of him, at least.
For a long, quiet moment, the Void kept him. Until a kaleidoscope of colors broke the Void, a gargantuan eye peering through.
A dragon's vast form coiled through the Void like it called it home. Its wings stretched into horizons. His eyes, two molten suns, narrowed as they examined the battered fragment of Seere's soul flickering weakly before him.
"So. Your time came, demon." His voice was barely a whisper, yet it was enough to shake the Void. "Pathetic. And yet… You surprised me."
The red dragon's eye showed a hint of respect as it observed the soul in its grasp.
"…you called me a lizard."
Silence answered him. Seere was far too broken to hear or speak.
Great Red did not mind. If anything, that made the moment better.
"A red lizard," he muttered, as if repeating a personal offense. "No one has ever dared."
"But I am nothing if not honorable. We made a pact. And I will be the first to fulfill it."
He lowered his head. "And I know you always keep your promises."
The Void bent as he extended a single claw toward Seere's soul. Light gathered there, the personification of dream filling the tip. For a heartbeat, it seemed as if Great Red might restore Seere entirely, give him back his body, his cosmos, everything he lost.
Instead, the dragon smirked.
"But since you called me a lizard…" His amusement deepened. "…reincarnation sounds entertaining."
The claw descended.
"We wouldn't want for Mephisto to end it too fast, eh?"
Reality snapped.
Seere's soul vanished into a spiraling tunnel of color, thrown toward a waiting womb and a new life he never asked for, all while Great Red's laughter rolled across the Void.
"Enjoy your next round, Seere," the dragon murmured. "Do try not to make a mess this time."
The Void swallowed the last of the red glow.
A few seconds later, in a distant world, a baby cried.