Post by Brett on Oct 11, 2011 6:11:43 GMT -1
Daemon Lords
Chapter One - Lilith's Favourite
Chapter One - Lilith's Favourite
Of all the denizens in Hell only two ever warranted the full attention of Lilith the daemon mother, the first of the Creator's children to fall into darkness. Damian was handsome and cunning, his fiery red hair and pale skin gave off an unnatural beauty that was rare in the pits of Hell and he commanded immense power that drew even Lilith's respect. Ba'al in comparison to Damian was ancient and had been present when the devils had cast his kind into Hell to be imprisoned for eternity, he too commanded vast powers but he did not share Damian's looks and seemed unable to match his wit - he did however command the loyalty of the other original daemons.
The clash between the two seemed inevitable, but even as Lilith gave off a mask of supposed neutrality, in secret the daemon queen visited Damian's bed chamber in the black palace. Many would lead you to believe daemons were heartless beings that were incapable of love, but this is not the case at all as without their emotions the tortures of Hell would be redundant. Lilith against her better judgement was in love with Damian, whether he reciprocated was never clear as he toyed with her passions and feelings until she fell upon him and begged him to share himself with her.
"Please, my love, relieve my damnation... let me feel warmth for but a while again." she pleaded, her crimson eyes filled with desperation and yearning.
"I face Ba'al tomorrow," he replied, casting her off him with a single firm motion of his arm. "I need my rest."
That the queen of the damned would be so cast off by anyone would surely shock those outside the walls of Damian's chambers, her eyes filled with pain at being pushed from him and her head lowered. She should punish him, have him dragged out and executed - no, not executed, rather she should kill him with her own hands for being so brazen. But unexpectedly she felt his arm about her frail, slender body so eloquently framed in her black dress which hung from the arms so that her milky white skin was visible from her bust upwards.
"Do not give that face, my queen." he said, his voice filled with a sudden tenderness as he brushed the back of his hand against her soft cheek which was icy cold to the touch. "I will become your general tomorrow, then I will show you all the warmth you crave."
Her icy white cheeks grew a faint blush to them, he was the only one who could bring such heat back to her body, it was some strange twisted cruelty that all around her burned hot and yet she was colder than the fiercest blizzard. He drew her into a deep and empassioned kiss, his hand cradling the back of her head while the other remained wrapped around her body, holding her to him and stooping over her for he was a clear head taller than her. When he released her from the embrace she seemed drunk, or perhaps high on the briefest of sensations he brought forth in her.
"You will not be my general, you will be my consort... my prince." she uttered, her eyes half-closed in her apparent drunkeness. "I will have all know you are mine."
Damian hesitated but for a moment before his sly smile curled his lips, running the tip of his finger along her chin and then brushing it over her lips so that she let out a quivering breath, such a tease he was when she knew he would not have her in his bed that night.
"As you wish, my darling."
The next day on the ash plains Damian and Ba'al faced one another. Ba'al was by no means ugly as far as daemons were concerned, but he was still clearly daemonic with his horns and leathered wings with the look topped of by that demonic tail curling around behind him. Ba'al wore black armour in the style of Romans, the front baring the imagery of the crest of Baelze, the symbol of the daemon clan who had fought for Baelze so long ago and been cast into Hell for their crimes. He wielded a long black spear with a circular shield, a red cloak torn and old was caught in the searing 'breeze' of the plains, as a side-arm a sheathed gladius awaited its master's need for it.
Damian in contrast looked refined in his black suit, similar to those worn in the Elizabethan era, a cloak that clearly doubled as a coat hung off his shoulders with a single chain of what appeared like obsidian holding it on him. He carried a rapier and nothing more in terms of weaponry and the crest of a dragon was worn on a small badge on the right upper arm of his jacket along with a familiar twisted talon disguised as being one of the dragon's front claws. He stood with his rapier at the ready, sizing up Ba'al who was at least two feet taller than him, but Damian had the agility.
"Ah, there is one thing before we begin." Damian said, reaching into the inside pocket of one of his jacket to show a long black ribbon which he bound to the handle of his rapier.
"A favour?" Ba'al asked, making no move to attack while Damian did this, curious how people thought all daemons to be savages when they fought duels under the old rules. "Do you have a pretty girl awaiting your body, Damian?"
Looking up, Damian gave a cool smirk and raised the rapier so that the point aimed directly at Ba'al, his crimson eyes locked directly upon the other daemon lord's.
"Oh yes, my friend. That of our beautiful queen." he hissed, goading him and a dark smirk forming on his face. "I've been fucking her every day for months now, you mad?"
Ba'al's eyes contracted in rage at the news that Lilith favoured Damian, he did not waste time as Damian expected he would not, brutish as Ba'al was it was easy to force him to make the first move and thus the first mistake. Damian stood his ground until Ba'al was only two metres from him and then he struck, their weapons clashed and a great shockwave displaced the ash both on the ground and falling around them as though it were rain. The explosion of their power meeting would have been seen, even from as far up as the devil Hell Legion garrison on the border of the Underworld.
Back at the palace Lilith paced the throne room of the black palace, her slaves looked at one another and back at her, she had never acted like this before and they had not expected her to take such an interest in Damian and Ba'al's fight - even if it was causing the palace to shake violently. One of them plucked up the courage to step forward and address her, she was a sweet looking thing who was not a daemon (as none of the slaves were) but a damned soul, she had been a serial killer in life so never trust a sweet face as they always say.
"My queen, I'm sure it's fine." she said, cautious over talking to her. "I'm sure Lord Ba'al will deal with that upstart Damian soon."
Everyone stepped back suddenly, the girl was new and had no idea of what went on behind closed doors between Lilith and Damian, the girl certainly found out however as Lilith rounded on her with eyes filled with rage and fear at the very idea her beloved Damian would fall to Ba'al. Raising her hand he flicked her wrist and the poor girl turned to ash, drifted away the join the rest of the ash that blanketed the pits of Hell.
"How dare she!" she screamed, almost bashee like. "My beloved Damian will not lose to that brute! He is- Oh!"
The doors to the throne room swung open and every head in the hall turned toward them, wondering who was entering as they also had noticed the shuddering and violent explosions of power outside had stopped. When Damian walked in, Lilith's eyes widened in glee and she ran and threw herself into his arms, he was still covered in ash and even Ba'al's blood from the battle and yet he caught her and embraced her.
"My love!" she cried, looking up at him in awe. "You did it! I knew you would, my prince... my consort..."
"I promised you I would, did I not?"
He needed only flash that sly smile at her and she was under his spell, she took his hand and he bowed to her while kidding her ring, they walked up to the raised area where two worn and fairly uncomfortable looking thrones resided. She sat upon hers and made him sit upon the other, Damian from now on would wear the crown and be known as the prince-consirt to queen Lilith. Yet it was clear who truly ruled Hell now, Lilith was ever under Damian's power thanks largely to her infatuation with im, he was King whether his title said so or not.
"It is a new dawn, my darling queen." he crooned, leaning across to her and kissing her as she leaned back toward him.