Of Good an Evil

When he finally managed to open his eyes and get his breathing under control he realised he must have. Reaching up and touching his fingers lazily to where the bite mark was he smiled, the wound was slowly beginning to close but it still stung like you wouldn’t believe.

“You’ll be the death of me one of these days.” came a warm whisper from his side. A membranous wing stretched out above him blocking his view of the roof.

“And where will you go if you die? Can you even die?” he asked in all seriousness “Besides… I think you will probably kill me first.” he rolled groggily onto his side with a wince. The pain was welcome and blissfully sweet but it was still pain none the less.

“I bet you say that to all the guys” Quipped Satan with a smirk those black eyes watching him from where he lay on his stomach. Belael frowned at his father knowing that in a way Satan wasn’t really kidding.

“What makes you think I let any one else do this to me?” he asked wondering where he had gotten the information.

“There are rumours” was all he said as the massive wings twitched before retracting into the muscled back.


Retracting his wings and rolling onto his side Satan pulled Belael roughly against his chest wrapping his arms around his son’s body. Belael tensed slightly not use to such contact since Satan hardly ever allowed himself this kind of comfort.

“To hell with the rumours, I only ever and have only ever let you touch me,” growled Belael as he relaxed into the strong arms.

“I bet you say that to all your boys” chuckled Satan against his neck, Belael tensed again and without thinking shifted quickly so Satan was on the bed below him looking slightly shocked.

“Nobody else ever has, not for years and even then they failed” he snarled angrily at the man beneath him “I don’t give a fuck if you believe it or not but that’s the way it fucking is.”

Satan looked up at his son studying him and those magnificent eyes. He had always thought, always suspected that his Son would be like him sexually, and that is to say willing to take advantage of any situation. This was an interesting turn of events, but was it true… he doubted it.

“You’re definitely my child,” he said with a smile “you have my anger which is good you will probably need it.” With unbelievable speed and grace he reversed the position easily pinning Belael to the bed. His son writhed beneath him fighting to get free but Satan knew it was useless, he had been pinning people to beds for years.

“However my dear dear child you lack my experience, speed, and strength… for now any way. I didn’t mean to upset you I just find it hard to believe that you as a demon only let me fuck you.” he smirked down at the red and black eyes set in the boys gorgeous face. Letting his wings unfurl out of his back he curved them around himself slightly smiling wickedly down at his only child.

“You can’t scare me father it won’t work,” snarled Belael giving up on his attempt to free himself from the vice like grip on each wrist.

“And what makes you think I’m trying to scare you Belael, after all as…” he froze mid sentence turning his head to look over his shoulder. Narrowing his eyes at the door he reached out with his mind, a trick only he could do, feeling the taint behind it he sighed.

“Come, I already know your there.” He half snarled at it content when the door creaked open and the female stepped into the room.

Wingless as most demons were her horns curled backwards over the side of her head like a goats. Red hair over abnormally dark skin he knew her instantly, she was the wench he had bedded to get what was now pinned beneath him.

Martet the whore of a demon who’s blood was strong despite her looks. She stared incredulously at him and he knew full well exactly what she thought of him sitting naked on top of her son, pinning the boy to the bed. Turning from her he grinned mischievously down at Belael earning a puzzled look.

Without warning and in another swift movement Satan bit into the flesh on his other shoulder making him cry out instantly. The cry died in a moan as the pain ran its course through Belael’s body.

Removing his teeth from his son’s shoulder he looked down at Belael who looked up at him the same look on his face he always had when he did something like that. It was some where between shock and joy for what had happened as well as a desire for Satan to do it again and quickly growing lust. Smiling happily he knew Martet wouldn’t understand it, even after she had walked in once to find Satan with his teeth embedded in Belael’s neck, Belael in turn crying out as he came. She still refused to believe or accept that her son did what he did of his own free will.

The bitch was living on borrowed time she just didn’t realise it yet, convinced she was safe for bearing a child for him.

“Don’t hurt him,” she cried, again forgetting her place.

“Oh I’m not. Remember he likes it,” he said with a small smile aimed at his son.
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“YOU BASTARD he would do anything to survive.” She half shrieked.

One single stroke of his wings and he leapt backwards off the bed vanishing mid air. A split second later he reappeared directly in front of her wrapping a very strong hand around her throat.

“I tolerate your existence as a service to my son. Do not test my patience whore by forgetting your place.” He snarled at her tightening his grip warningly.

“You’re a heartless bastard do I mean nothing to you.” She croaked.

“No whore you are nothing,” he snarled back tightening his grip making her choke as she couldn’t breath “And now you are about to learn that.”

Belael knew his mother had entered the room as soon as the door had opened but he hadn’t been expecting his father to bite him like that. God damn he had sharp teeth and was ruthless with them when he wanted to be. He looked over to where his father had vanished to. The dark membranous wings were still fully extended taking up a large amount of the room. Satan’s hand was clasped tightly around Martet’s neck the sluts face beginning to change colour as the life was choked from her body.

Would that slut ever learn her place?

Sliding from the bed he wrapped an arm around his father neck praying he wasn’t over stepping his place. Sure he was his only son but to Satan that only gave him so much leeway. Satan’s black eyes fastened onto him the hand around his mothers’ throat not loosening.

“She isn’t worth killing yet, not like this. If your going to kill her then do so where every one can see.” He whispered into his fathers ear “I know she is a wretched whore but please spare her life this one more time.” Pulling back he looked his Lord in the eyes, no matter what they ever did or what Satan ever said at the end of the day he ruled this world.

With a very vicious snarl he threw the woman across the room before Belael could react a hand was under his chin holding his head up painfully.

“You come very close to stepping over that fine line you walk on boy, you would do best not to cross it you will not survive it if you do.” He snarled angrily, Satan’s face inches from his own.

“I haven’t yet have I?” he asked quietly not sure how far he could push but not willing to back down easily.

“No you haven’t… yet.” He finished quietly then he vanished. Belael sighed more irritated than relived he hated having to stand up to his father. The bite on his neck stung as he turned reminding him of what he had just lost.