Devil's Daughter

“I call thee, Beelzebub!” a strong feminine voice called out in the utter darkness. A red, smoky light appeared from a liquid in the center of the stone table, revealing a woman dressed as a gypsy. Several others stood in a circle, hands and arms linked. They watched in fear and amazement. The smoke spread and a few, the non-smokers, began coughing. The red light pulsed.
“Who dares disturb my Master?” a terrible voice asked.
“It is I, Stephanie, faithful servant of Lucifer,” the woman replied.
Evil laughter, clearly belonging to the voice, filled the small room. “If you are his servant, why does he not know you?”
“Satan knows all; you test me.”
“For being his servant, you call him by many names.”
“Does he not go by them all?”
“Why do you call upon my Master?”
“So I might do his true will.”
“The Lord of the Underworld bids you carry his child!”
To the eyes of those surrounding the table, Stephanie merely collapsed to the floor. But to Stephanie, a cloaked figure appeared suddenly on the table. Over six feet tall, it stood.
“You wish to do my Master’s will, then you shall,” the now-clearly feminine voice said with terrible laughter and leapt from the table, grabbing Stephanie’s arm. She had the horrible sensation of falling and complete lack of Hope.
Then she was cold and knelt, crumpled up, on what appeared to be ice.
“Your servant, Lord,” the cloaked woman said mockingly.
“Stand, girl,” a voice, deeper than any Stephanie had heard, commanded. She stood, shaking with cold and fear. Looking up to a high seat, she saw, not some horrid beast, but the most attractive man she had or would ever see. Massive black-feathered wings were folded behind him. His hair and eyes were of similar color, as well as the clothes he wore. His skin was paler even than Stephanie, who had not been in direct sunlight for more than fifteen minutes in the past two years.
He descended twenty stairs before he was on the icy floor. As he walked around her, she noted his height. Stephanie herself stood two inches shy of six feet, but she guessed he was at least four over.
“She’ll suffice,” he said to the woman, who stood in a corner, watching. “Minion! Take her!” he shouted with impatience, making Stephanie jump slightly. The woman came forth hurriedly and grabbed her by the wrist. “De quick and don’t harm her in any way.” With that, he spread his wings and, flying high over the walls, disappeared from sight.
The Minion dragged Stephanie down a long hall. Suddenly she stopped and turned on her. “You will not resist my Master in any way or there will be me to pay,” she said fiercely. “Any questions?”
“Don’t you mean ‘Hell to pay’?”
“Why do you think people fear Hell? Satan doesn’t do all of his work himself,” she said with wicked laughter. Then she lead on.
They stopped outside a room not much further down the hall. “Remember my words,” the Minion whispered and opened the door, shoving Stephanie inside and locking it behind her.
Her heart raced in the pitch-blackness of the room. It was warmer than the frozen hallway but much less welcoming.
“You seem frightened,” came a whisper with breath on her ear. She gasped and turned quickly, trying desperately to see. He laughed lowly, but the sound still came from behind her. Turning once more, she stepped backward toward the door. She knew immediately that it was neither wall nor door that she bumped into, for arms wrapped tightly around her. He laughed in a sickening manner as she froze in horror.
She was helpless, and yet, somehow she didn’t mind so much when she thought of his looks.
He picked her up by the waist, pinning her arms to her sides. After taking a few steps, he dropped her on seemed like a bed. “Light or dark,” he asked.
“I wish to see you, Lord,” Stephanie replied, though in a somewhat shaky voice. A red glow came from the ceiling. His lips pulled back in a smile, revealing two fangs, not unlike a vampire’s. She sat up; the more she looked at him, the more she wanted him, Devil or not.
He raised an eyebrow as she slid the coat from his shoulders. His wings disappeared and he removed his shirt. Before she could think, her own shirt was across the room and he was lying on top of her.
She loosened his pants as he pushed hers down. Biting her neck lightly, he reached between her legs. She willingly spread them open to him. Stephanie screamed with ecstasy as he roughly thrust into her.
After she climaxed, he pulled away. He bit her neck, drawing blood. She went limp and blacked out.

When she came to, she was lying on the floor by the stone table, surrounded by the others who were in the small room. “What happened?” she asked.
“You called Satan, and then the Voice came, and you collapsed after that,” a dark-haired girl of about sixteen answered.
“I feel strange,” Stephanie said as she sat up. There was a pain in her neck but she didn’t know why. “The last thing I remember was the red light in the water.”

* * *

“Push!” the doctor said encouragingly. Stephanie pushed with all her might until the baby came free. “A girl!” he called. The nurses rushed away to clean the newborn.
Stephanie rested her head back and wondered why she hadn’t gotten the abortion when she still had the chance.
When they returned with the baby, she wouldn’t hold her. “I don’t want it.”
“You carried her for nine months and you don’t want to even look at her?” one of the nurses asked.
“Look, I’m nineteen and I don’t know who the father is; I can’t throw my life away for some kid,” Stephanie snapped. The baby burst out crying. “Get the damned thing out of here!” The nurse left, shaking her head and gently rocking the baby.

That night, after all the nurses and doctors had finally gone out of the room, Stephanie changed into her street clothes and left the hospital without a backward glance. She’d left her home when she found out she was pregnant, too embarrassed by it to stay. Now she planned to go back and pretend nothing had happened. Of course, people would want to know where she had been for nearly six months, but she had left a note saying she went out to find herself. That was her free ticket home.