CHAPTER 0003

Underworld

This is Hell, the Underworld where everyone suffers till they die and disappear into ashes. They fucking deserve it after all and I couldn't care less.

I don't really care what happens to anyone, and I mean anyone. 

Life was already boring, but being the next ruler of Hell is even more boring for me. It's not like I have a choice.

Nothing seemed interesting for me except torturing people and seeing them beg for their lives in front of me. It's fucking addictive.

Being a werewolf is no fun either. After you die you become a werewolf it doesn't matter if you're a demon or an angel. 

This was God's choice which I still don't understand why he made that decision–but who cares.

That was the fun part in my life until that human showed up. She was… something. But I'll be honest, she was really attractive and fucking fun to play with.

But I know myself better than anyone. I will get bored of her and burn her into ashes when I am done—

"Don't think like that, Lucifer. She is really interesting, and I won't let you harm her," my wolf side interrupted me. 

Fucking headache.

"Whatever…" I whispered to myself, not in the mood for fighting. But I'll be honest, she really was something else. 

So addictive and different, although I don't know how she is different from others. I really hate these emotions.

I sighed, getting off my throne to go out before my father, ruler of Hell, interrupted me. "Where are you heading to, son? You know girls are supposed to come today. You have to choose one as your wife," he said.

I rolled my eyes and gave him a middle finger, making him give one back at me, causing me to grin for a brief moment. 

"Dad, you know I won't be interested in any of them. And before you say anything—no, I am not gay."

He laughed, giving me a twisted smile. "Glad to know that, son, but seriously, you are about to turn 220 next year, and you have to get prepared as soon as possible before it's too late," he sighed, disappointed.

Here we go again with this bullshit.

"I don't care, Dad. I can perfectly rule without any wives or any of that shit—" but he interrupted me.

"This is the rule of the Underworld, and you already know it!" He slammed his fist on the throne, but that didn't make me flinch one bit.

This old hag—

"Dad, just get over it." I sighed and walked out of there, not giving him any chance to speak anymore.

I went outside, but nothing was interesting. Just burning flames, lava everywhere. Fights, cursing, sex in the middle of everything, naked demons, screaming of pain and torture. Crazy demons running around chasing others with knives.

Fucking hell.

I took deep sighs as I saw some fucking sluts walking towards me. "Heyy, hottie~" they grinned. They were literally naked.

I rolled my eyes and walked past them, not giving a damn about them.

But I'll be honest, they were fucking hot. Naked, long hair, makeup, horns, even their eyes were full of desire.

That made me remember that girl. What's her name again? Venneca? Yeah, something like that, I guess. She is fucking weak but so hot.

I wonder how she is doing in the basement—

"Dude, you should probably feed her. She will die of starvation," my wolf said, interrupting my thoughts once again.

I rolled my eyes and headed back inside the castle, seeing maids everywhere cleaning, minding their own business. 

As they noticed me, they stopped cleaning and bowed down. I grinned, enjoying the attention.

I walked past them, ignoring their existence completely, and went downstairs into the basement. I looked at the guard as he bowed.

"Go get me some food and water," I commanded the guard. He disappeared in seconds and later came back with food and water in a plastic plate and cup. 

I took it and looked at the guard, thanking him and rolling my eyes.

Thanking wasn't my favorite thing to do.

I walked past them and approached Venneca's place, opening the cage with one click. She was sitting there like a statue in the corner of the room, thinking deeply—maybe about how to escape.

That thought made me smirk, knowing there is no way you can get out of the Underworld. Not even I can do it. It's fucking impossible.

When she saw me, her face completely changed to a traumatized and scared one, making me grin. 

Fuck… I loved the power I had over her. It's addictive.

I approached her, not saying anything, and placed the plate and cup on the cold floor, watching how she quickly crawled to it and started eating. 

She hadn't eaten for a whole day, so I wasn't surprised she was starving.

I looked at her. Her complete nakedness made my cock throb  in need. Why was she so fucking hot? Fuck…

I sighed, calming myself down as I patted her head. She flinched but didn't back away as she continued eating. 

I sat behind her, getting her between my legs, then grabbing her as I sat her on my lap. She continued eating, unbothered.

I grinned and started playing with her silky hair as she continued eating fast. I stared at her deeply in her eyes. 

They were blue like the ocean, mysterious and deep. They were blue like the sky, peaceful and sometimes full of fire or sadness.

So fucking beautiful…

No, what the fuck was I thinking?! I shook my head, staring at her. Why was she so adorable and intoxicating? So fucking addictive…

No, I am getting dragged into it again! Fuck!

I took a deep breath, calming down. That's when I realized she was staring at me, so close our noses were touching. 

My eyes widened as I looked at her and gulped, getting slightly nervous.

I pulled her closer by her waist, not saying anything, just staring. I grabbed her chin gently and kissed her. 

I don't know why I was being sweet and gentle, but..I loved it.

I could feel her sitting closer on my lap. She was getting turned on.. her pussy was wet.. so adorable 

I grinned slowly, sliding my hand down on it, rubbing it gently. She moaned and squirmed and that made me grin slowly.

I leaned closer on her neck, kissing and biting it gently making her gasp and whimper once again. 

I chuckled loving how she made this kind of sounds

I could feel her tense up, her body begging for release as I teased her with gentle strokes. 

Her whimpering sounds turned into soft moans, and I knew she was close. I rubbed my finger against her clit, feeling her pussy clench around it as she let out a loud gasp.

I slipped my finger inside her, feeling her tight walls squeeze around me as I moved it in and out. 

Her breathing hitched, and her body trembled as she neared her climax. 

I increased my pace, feeling her wetness coat my fingers as she moaned louder.

I curled my finger inside her, rubbing against her G-spot as her moans turned to cries of pleasure. Her pussy spasmed around me, and I knew she was about to cum. 

I pinched her clit gently, and she came undone, her body shaking as she rode out her orgasm

I slid my fingers out of her, bringing them to my mouth and sucking on them, tasting her sweet juices. 

She panted breathlessly in my arms, her body limp from her release. 

I smiled at her, satisfied and amused by her vulnerability. 

I wrapped my arms around Venneca, holding her close to me as she recovered from her orgasm. 

She laid her head on my chest, her breathing slowing down as we both relaxed. I whispered to myself staring at her

"You're so fucking addictive."

her body was still trembling slightly as she caught her breath. 

We laid there in silence for a moment, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies and the satisfaction that we both felt.

As I held Venneca in my arms, I couldn't help but feel obsessed with her. 

There was something about her that drew me in and made me want more. The way she moaned and writhed under my touch, the way she looked at me with those innocent eyes.

I mean, what is it about her that has me hooked? Is it the way she makes me feel like I'm the only one who's ever touched her? 

The way she surrenders to my every whim, like she's craving my attention as much as I'm craving hers?

And that's just it, isn't it? The way she responds to me, completely and utterly under my control. 

I knew every inch of her body now, every sensitive spot, every breath, every moan, every whisper. Is my slave. and I would have her till I was bored.

Not that I ever get bored of her. The more I have her, the more I want. 

I even found myself thinking about her, and not just when we were together. 

I randomly thought of her, which is really uncommon for me.. 

what is she fucking doing to me?..