CHAPTER 0005

Freedom

I've been trapped in this damp, dimly lit basement for what feels like an eternity. 

The giraffe demon's absence has been a small mercy, but I know it won't last.

The guards have been relentless in their supervision, making it impossible for me to even think about escaping. But tonight, something's different. 

The noises from upstairs are louder, more boisterous than usual. 

I can hear the clinking of glasses, the murmur of conversations, and the occasional burst of laughter.

It sounds like they're hosting a party, a celebration of some sort. 

Birthday, anniversary, who knows? The details don't matter. What matters is that, for once, the guards are distracted. 

But my momentary hope is crushed as I hear the footsteps approaching, growing louder with each passing second.

My heart races as the footsteps draw closer, the sound echoing off the cold stone walls. 

I steel myself, expecting the giraffe demon's tall, imposing figure to appear in the doorway. But when the cell door creaks open, it's not him.

Instead, a wolf demon stands before me, his eyes gleaming with a predatory intensity. 

He's not as tall as the giraffe demon, but his presence is just as unnerving. 

I stare at him, frozen in a mix of fear and confusion as he takes a step closer.

"You look bored, little prisoner," he says, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down my spine. "I'm Asmodeus, Lucifer's brother. And I'm here to liven things up for you.

Asmodeus's gaze roams over my body, his eyes lingering on my curves and contours. 

I feel a flush rise to my cheeks as he takes in every inch of my naked form. 

For a moment, he says nothing, his silence more unnerving than any words could be.

"Hm, Lucifer didn't lie," he finally speaks up, his voice thick with desire and amusement. 

"You're a pretty little thing, aren't you?" His tongue snakes out, languidly wetting his lips as he continues to appraise me. 

I try to cover myself, but my arms are pinned to the wall, leaving me helpless against his lecherous gaze. 

Asmodeus chuckles, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. 

"Oh, don't be shy, little one," he says, taking another step closer. 

His hot breath washes over my skin as he reaches out, his fingers tracing the curves of my hips and thighs. 

I try to pull away, but he holds me firmly in place. "You're going to be a lot of fun today," he growls, his voice dripping with lust.

I feel helpless under his touch, my heart racing in fear as he draws closer. 

"W-what are you going to do to me? l-leave me alone! let me go!!"

"Oh, I think not," Asmodeus replies, his grip on my hips tightening as he presses his body against mine. 

I can feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against my belly, and a wave of revulsion washes over me. 

"You're mine now, little prisoner.

"And I'll make sure you never forget it," he murmurs, his hot breath tickling my ear as his hand slides up to cup my breast. 

I gasp, trying to twist away from his touch, but he holds me firm, his fingers pinching my nipple roughly. i push him away making him rage

"You little bitch!" Asmodeus snarls, his grip on me tightening as I struggle against him. He backhands me across the face, sending my head snapping to the side. 

Stars dance in my vision as pain explodes across my cheekbone. 

i pulls me up and puts me on all four as he gets behind me holding my hips against his. he starts to tease my clit

I let out a pained cry as Asmodeus begins to tease me, his fingers moving in slow circles over my throbbing clit. 

It takes only a few moments before I feel myself growing wet against my will, and the demon's cruel laughter echoes through the room. 

"how adorable.." he grins before slamming his hand inside my pussy making me gasp and whimper

"You like that, little prisoner?" Asmodeus taunts, his fingers pumping in and out of me with brutal force. 

I'm stretched so tight around him, my walls clenching and quivering with each thrust. His other hand wraps around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my pulse race.

I can feel myself slipping further and further under the demon's control, my mind growing hazy as pleasure begins to build within me. 

No matter how much I struggle, however, I can't escape the grip of his hand on my throat or the pounding rhythm of his fingers inside me. 

He pulls it out just as i am about to come and unzips his pants putting the tip inside me.

I gasp whimpering in pain but then I hear something 

BANG!

The door slam opens and I see Lucifer furious staring at us. 

He attacks Asmodeus as he slaps him hard across the face. damn that was a big slap-

"You should fucking leave her alone before I burn you alive, stab you, shoot you, turn you into dust, and make wild dogs and lions eat you alive," he snarled

Yeah this shitty demon is about to blow up for some reason.. is he jealous his own brother is touching me?! Damn..

"She is only fucking mine, you got it?!!"

i am no one ones bitch-

Asmodeus struggled, gasping for breath, his eyes wide with fear.

He tightened his grip. My sobs were the only sound in the room now, each one fueling his anger further.

"Understand?" he hissed, he face close to his

He managed a weak nod, his eyes pleading for mercy. He threw him to the ground, watching as he scrambled away, clutching his throat.

Turning to me, he softened at my expression, but the rage still simmered beneath his surface.

"It's okay," he whispered, kneeling beside me. "You're safe now." i couldn't take it anymore as i hugged him tightly sobbing and bursting into tears

Lucifer's fierce protectiveness sends a wave of relief and safety through me. I sob into his chest, feeling his arms wrap protectively around me.

i sob before passing out from stress there, he scoops me up in a bridal style and wraps his jacket around my body which didn't show my skin much anymore as he walked out of the basement and into the dancing place or whatever is going on

Lucifer strides through the party with me cradled in his arms, the pounding bass thumping against my chest. 

People part like a red sea around him, their awed whispers and stares barely registering as I remain oblivious in his embrace.

he walks to upstairs with me in his arms my eyes half open. he looked so hot up close i will be honest-

no wait.. what am i thinking?!

I'm vaguely aware of being placed on a plush, velvety bed, and the soft blanket being pulled over me, before my exhausted body gives in to the darkness

My last thought was that I must be losing my mind to think Lucifer, the Devil himself, looks freaking hot.

. . . 

I awoke to the soft caress of a plush, cozy bed beneath me. My eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep, and I took in my surroundings. 

The bedroom was an expanse of luxury and grandeur, designed to evoke a sense of awe and opulence. 

The room was vast, with high, ornate ceilings that seemed to stretch endlessly. 

The ceilings were adorned with intricate moldings and delicate frescoes, adding a touch of artistic sophistication. 

Large, arched windows lined one side of the room, their frames crafted from rich, dark wood. 

These windows were draped in luxurious fabric—heavy, velvet curtains in deep, rich colors that cascaded gracefully to the floor. 

When the light filtered through, it created a warm, inviting glow.

The focal point of the room was the magnificent four-poster bed, an emblem of elegance and comfort. 

The bed's frame was carved from dark, polished wood, its posts reaching towards the ceiling with elaborate scrollwork and intricate designs. 

Surrounding the bed were sheer, flowing curtains that hung from the frame, their gossamer fabric billowing slightly with each movement.

These curtains added an ethereal quality to the space, making the bed appear like a secluded sanctuary.

The mattress itself was a haven of softness, piled high with thick, down-filled pillows that created a plush, inviting surface. 

The comforter, draped over the mattress, was made from the finest fabric, feeling like a cloud against my skin. It was generously filled with down, making it incredibly warm and soft, as if it had been designed to envelop and cradle me in the utmost comfort. 

The overall effect was one of indulgent luxury, a stark contrast to the harsh reality of the situation I found myself in.

As I began to fully awaken, reality came crashing back in a flood of distressing memories. 

The events of the previous day hit me like a tidal wave—vivid, harrowing flashes of the assault. 

Panic surged through me as I realized I was lying here completely naked, my mind replaying the traumatic moments with brutal clarity.

I was jolted by the sound of loud shouting and yelling coming from downstairs. The commotion was disorienting, and I felt a surge of urgency. 

I needed to see what was happening, but first, I had to find something to wear.

I scrambled out of bed, my heart pounding, and made my way to the closet room. To my dismay, the door was locked. 

"Dang it! What am I supposed to wear now?!" I whispered to myself in frustration. 

I ran around the room, my mind racing. In a moment of desperation, I grabbed the blanket from the bed and wrapped it around my body. 

It covered the most crucial parts, so it would have to do.

I approached the door, which was surprisingly ajar. 

I edged through it cautiously, following the loud noises that continued to echo through the hallways. Soon, I found myself in a grand throne room. 

The space was truly enormous, its vast dimensions contributing to an overwhelming sense of grandeur and intimidation. 

The room stretched out endlessly, its scale magnified by the soaring ceilings that seemed to vanish into the shadows above.

The walls were a testament to opulence and artistry, adorned with intricate gold carvings that formed elaborate patterns and scenes. 

The gold gleamed in the ambient light, casting a warm, reflective glow that highlighted the craftsmanship. Interspersed among these carvings were lush tapestries, each one a masterpiece of its own. 

The tapestries depicted scenes of power and grandeur—majestic battles, regal processions, and mythical creatures.

The rich colors and detailed embroidery made the tapestries look almost alive, adding a dynamic quality to the already imposing space.

Massive pillars, each a marvel of architectural design, lined the length of the room. These pillars were made of dark, polished stone, their surfaces engraved with subtle patterns that complemented the gold carvings on the walls. 

At their bases, rich, velvety curtains were draped, their deep hues and luxurious texture enhancing the grandeur of the pillars. 

The curtains flowed in gentle folds, adding an element of softness to the otherwise imposing architecture.

At the far end of the room, a large, imposing door dominated the space. 

The door was crafted from heavy, dark wood, its surface intricately carved with designs that mirrored the opulence of the rest of the room. 

It seemed to lead outside, its presence hinting at an escape from the grandeur—but it was also a stark reminder of the barriers between me and freedom. 

The door stood as both a potential exit and a symbol of the vast, intimidating space that surrounded me.

I felt a flicker of hope—maybe I could escape through there.

However, my focus shifted abruptly when I saw Lucifer and his father in the midst of a heated argument. 

The shouting and chaos intensified as I entered. Lucifer's father, a figure of immense authority, turned abruptly, his eyes widening in shock as he noticed me standing there.

"Why is there a human here?!" he bellowed, his voice filled with outrage. Lucifer, equally shocked, quickly assessed the situation. 

His gaze softened as he took in my disheveled appearance. With a sense of urgency, he reached for his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders. 

The jacket was oversized on me, its fabric enveloping me in a comforting warmth that contrasted sharply with the cold panic I felt.

Lucifer positioned me behind him, creating a protective barrier. 

"I brought her here—" he began, but his father interrupted with a new wave of fury. "And why is she naked?!" he demanded, his anger boiling over.

Lucifer raised his hand, his power radiating out to silence his father. 

He then turned to him, beginning to explain the situation in hushed tones. 

I stood there like a frightened kitten, clinging to the warmth of Lucifer's jacket and snuggling closer to him in an attempt to seek comfort and safety.

Despite Lucifer's efforts to calm his father, the older demon's rage did not subside.

He snapped at Lucifer, his voice echoing with disbelief and contempt.

"Don't tell me that is the girl you're going to marry?! She is a fucking human?! How did she get into this hell?!" 

Lucifer hesitated, casting a furtive glance in my direction before he answered. "I took her as a sacrifice and…" 

He trailed off, seemingly weighing his next words. Then he looked directly at me and whispered

"Yes…"

My eyes widened in shock. 

Did I just hear him correctly? The realization that I was part of a sacrificial arrangement was overwhelming.

Lucifer's father continued to stare at him in disbelief, his expression a mix of anger and incredulity.

 In a swift motion, Lucifer took my hand and teleported us back to the bedroom. The sudden change in surroundings left me disoriented. 

As I stood there, wrapped in his jacket, I felt a pang of disappointment. 

The escape I had hoped for seemed to slip away as I was pulled back into the confines of the room.

"We need to talk Venneca" Lucifer said staring at me with his eyes as he sat down and gestured me to get closer 

As i did he grabbed my hand fast and made me sit down on his lap as he took the blanket and the jacket off of me making me get naked once again 

I gulp shifting into his lap comfortably before he wraps his hands around my waist making a cold shiver go down my spine 

I didn't know what he wanted to talk about but although it seemed serious I could not stop thinking about what he said.

More pressing was the question that gnawed at me: Did Lucifer really mean what he said?…