My Trinity

The morning pulled him away from his sleeping Trinity. Zanhmere shook his head at the foolishness of humans. They were so stupid sometimes. Did they actually think they could control a demon with their meager understanding of magic? Trinity was an exception to his thoughts, of course. She could do nothing wrong in his eyes. Missiva was just another foolish human. She had specific rewards though. She got to help care for what was most precious in a demon's heart.

"Mayven!"

"Yes, Master?" The handsome blonde appeared from out of nowhere. His form faded in with the flames.

Zanhmere appraised the younger demon. He could handle this job. It would be a good training lesson for him, even if he was higher in Zanhmere's ranks.

"There is a foolish human trying to summon a demon to be her 'servant'. I want you to go and take care of this. Make sure she suffers and learns the errors of her ways. Do not let her have a moment of pleasure. When you are done, send her soul into the depths of the fiend's pit. Let them play with her."
"Your bidding will be done, Master." Mayven bowed his head deeply and backed away from his king. No, he was not a weak king at all. He showed this in many ways. He did not let the humans get arrogant with them. He still killed without a heart.

"Oh, and Mayven?"

"Master?"

"Bring back something for my pet."

This was not a request. It was a command. Mayven kept his head bowed to his king and nodded. His will would be done. Zanhmere watched his minion fade away into red flames. Mayven would not dare disobey or let his king down. The punishment for doing this would be far too great a price to pay.

The human world was full of mistakes and the general sins of man. Sex was as common a word as butter or bread in a household. It was no wonder the demons loved to prey upon the weaknesses of man and woman alike here. They were not generally worth the troubles of coming up here, but then there were times like this. A human woman thought she could actually control the powers of an Entropy demon.

She was trying to summon Zanhmere, King of the Demons, and make him her slave! The brown haired
girl sat naked under the moon in a pentagram that was drawn in the lamb's blood. Blood was poured over her chest and dripped down the ample breasts of this woman and over her stomach. A lamb lay dead at her knees in front of her. The Earth was her alter. The moon was her light.

Mayven paused to look at the female. She wasn't bad on the eyes at all. Even if demons didn't Lust, they still knew what things were, such as sex and the pleasure it caused their bodies. She was fairly curved, but not a tooth pick. Mayven found he did not like women without a figure to them. He wouldn't even bother raping those types when he was there.

Her deep brown eyes opened when she heard the rustle of leaves. The girl was called Heather and she was a young witch trying to prove herself to her coven. She gasped and stood quickly. She had done it! The handsome form of Mayven met her eyes. She thought him Zanhmere, the king of Entropy demons but he wasn't.

"I did it! I summoned Zanhmere! I summoned the King of all Entropy demons!"

Oh she was naive. Mayven smirked and continued to watch the girl silently. She was jumping about and screaming like the fool of a human that she was. He could see now why his Lord and Master did not even bother coming up here to take care of this one. She was hardly worth the effort.

"I command you to…um …" The girl paused to look at the handsome man before her. "I command you to take off your coverings so that I may see you better."

"You command me?"

"Yes!" Heather blinked at this. The spell was supposed to put her in complete control of the demon king!

Mayven stepped forward, his hand started to undo the silky black shirt lacings that he wore.

This made the girl stop in mid thought and grin. It did work! He just needed to re affirm that she was his new mistress or something. "That is much better."

"I think you have this backwards." Mayven's calm, cool voice held an icy tone to it. Before she could even think to run he was before her and holding her tightly by the shoulder.

She screamed. Both her hands were grabbing at his hand's wrist and pushing. Heather tried desperately to get him off of her now. Something in her spell had gone terribly wrong.

Claws extended from his hand and Mayven sadistically pushed her forcefully to the ground on her knees. Yes, she looked quite pretty kneeling before him. "You humans are so ignorant some times. You think you have summoned my king, Zanhmere? Your pitiful spell could not summon a weakling vampire, let alone the king of all Entropy demons."

Blood was starting to seep from her shoulder where his talons dug in. His facial features changed from handsome to a darker person. Black shadows formed under his eyes and he snarled with larger fangs at the girl. She couldn't speak. She was in too much pain. Heather's eyes closed tightly as the agonizing pain of his grip on her shoulder continued.

"Look at me Human!"

"Ah! S...stop! Why aren't you listening to me!?!?"

She was still foolish enough to believe her spell might have some control or power over him. Mayven shook his head at her stupidity. He picked her up with his one hand, his claws tearing into the muscles and bone of her shoulder. A crack of her shoulder blade made her scream out in agony. Heather's feet now dangled above the ground.

"I was going to actually take the time to abuse pleasures out of your worthless body, but now I am not even going to waste my efforts." He spoke of her as if she were nothing.

Heather panted. The pain seared through her body like a wildfire from her broken shoulder blade. She screamed again when the demon flung her like she weighed nothing. He let her weight pull and rip herself free form the clasped hand, leaving behind a mass of bloodied flesh. His words stung her but this hurt a hundred times worse. His claws ripped from her skin and with a sickening thud she was thrown up against the trunk of a large tree. There was now a gaping hole in her right shoulder. Blood dripped down over his talons. He idly licked over the tip and smirked.

Mayven had to stop and admire his work for a moment before he continued. The girl slid down the rough trunk of the tree, naked. The bark and thorns pierced into her back causing her to bleed yet more. She couldn't move. Heather was barely clinging to life with her shallow breaths.

"What a pretty little picture you make."

How could this happen!? She thought she had the spell perfect. How could this demon not want her body physically? She was tone and had a figure that most all the women of her covenant wanted. She writhed in pain.

Heather's groans played like a sweet melody over his ears. Mayven knelt down and ran a long claw over the soft flesh of her cheek. "How shall I kill you? Well, Human? Shall I slice your throat and let you slowly bleed to death? Shall I just leave you here like this and let the animals of these woods feast on you whilst you still live? No! I have it. I will hang you upside down by your toes from the tree using hair that I have ripped from your head. I will let all the blood drip and trickle down onto the ground in a pool beneath you. When your last breath approaches I will steal it away and send your soul to the pit fiends. There they will feast upon the delights and pleasures of your flesh forever."

Her heart sank. Hearing what he would do was far worse. The actual act would have come and just claimed her life but now she knew what he planned to do. Mayven did just as he promised her, too. The rip of her hair from her scalp made her scream. He tightened the marred, bloodied tresses around her two big toes until circulation was easily cut off. She hung upside down from the (tree?) with a half-bald and bloody head. Her nude body was not so pretty anymore. When Mayven stole her last breath away, he made sure that she looked into deep, handsome blue eyes.

He wanted his face to be the one that she remembered when she was being tormented by the pit fiends. Sol, his favorite fiend, would surely delight in this new toy. He had fun with her that was for sure! He just hoped it was enough to please his master. Oh! And thinking of his master, he quickly ripped Heather's eyes from their sockets. Zanhmere did say bring back a present; and eyes were the windows to a person's soul. It was a very valuable demon gift.

Mayven stepped back from the lifeless body one more time to appraise his work. Heather was beaten, broken and dead. The blonde demon smirked at his work. He flicked a piece of the tongue he had eaten during her last 'kiss' from his mouth with his taloned tip. It was time to return to his land and report to his master. Although he knew Zanhmere knew everything that had happened already.

"Spongy. I don't recommend human tongues." Mayven cleaned the last bits from his fangs. The predators of the forest were already starting to gather around him. Wolves looked at the body hungrily. Mayven grinned a fang toothed grin at his last bit of torment for the girl. She could still feel everything that happened to her body in the fiends pit so why not give her a bit of extra pain! His talon cut away the strands of hair that held her up. She dropped to the ground, landing in her own blood pool in a heap of broken bones.

"There you are. Eat up." He said in a cheery voice. "Lunch is on me." Mayven backed away and let the wolves feast on her body. They could have her. She was a bit too stringy for his tastes. His body flamed once again. The earth where he stood was scorched with the unmistakable signs of hellfire where he had once stood. The Earth would never breathe life in that spot again. The sisters of the covenant would know what happened here if they were at all educated in the occult.

Outside his black palace, Zanhmere breathed in the fresh scent of the new soul that came to his lands. Sol, the pit fiend ravaged the girl into screams. She felt the wolves feasting on her mortal body. Her hell was complete with the image of Mayven burned into her mind forever. The king of demons was very pleased with the work of his minion. He would need a reward for this. What could he offer a demon that already had so much fun? Oh! He knew. The rankings of this young demon Mayven would rise quickly if he kept up his work.

"Mayven!"

"I am here, Master."

The young, blonde haired demon appeared through the flames again. He was still picking at a fang lightly when he did. Zanhmere shook his head. He knew what happened there. Sometimes the stringy muscles of what ever part they ate got stuck. Fangs were a nuisance sometimes.

"Get some stringy human, did you?"

"I do not recommend tongue, Master. It leaves a most unpleasant after taste and also is very spongy."

"I shall remember that."

Zanhmere sighed and closed his eyes. The screams of the newly captured soul filled the surrounding area. They did not however, penetrate into his palace. His Trinity would not hear such sounds.

"You did well. I am pleased."

"It is my duty to serve you, Master."

"Yes it is, Mayven. You do very well not to forget that. Did you remember to bring something back?"

"Yes, Master." Mayven produced the two bloodied eyes. "I thought these would be a prize worth having."

"Very good. My pet shall like this." He spoke as he took the eyes. "Very good indeed."

Zanhmere looked over the horizon of his burning lands. He had pondered what to give this minion of his as a reward for some time.

Mayven stood silent before his king. What ever his wish was, the young demon would accept.

"You shall join my elite." The nod of his head made this decision absolute. Zanhmere looked at the blonde demon very blankly. A blade of black with a boned human hand for the hilt appeared before him.

Mayven's eyes went wide with surprise. He was being granted more of his demon powers with the taking of this sword!

"Take it, Mayven , and join the ranks of my elite demon guardians."

"Your wish is my desire, my Lord."

Mayven's hand grasped around the hilt of the newly formed sword. The bones hand latched around his wrist tightly. Pain nearly brought the young demon to his knees but he fought it. He stood strong and kept a stern face when facing his lord. When the hand let go it changed into serpents extending from the hilt of the blade. A demons head, complete with fangs, was on the pommel of the sword now.

"You have been accepted." Zanhmere nodded approvingly to his newest demon captain.

The blonde man flamed from the view of his master once again. He appeared above in the red sky. Wings of red flared from him. His body grew in size and his tail tip was the most important sign of his promotion. Instead of one tip it now held two. The next step from here was to become a full ranking demon with three pointed tips on the tail.

Zanhmere was sure that this young demon would quickly gain such a status with how willing he was to serve.

"This day is done." Zanhmere turned to go back inside the walls of his black palace now. He was busy with duties most of the day and they kept him from seeing his Trinity. It would be a relaxing break from the stress of his position to see, hold her and give her his gift. Just to hear the way she excitedly called to him when she saw him was incentive enough.

He stepped inside and there she was. Missiva was leading her from the garden where she had been playing. Her big, beautiful green eyes lit up and she pulled away from Missiva in a full run. Both of her arms extended to hug him with all the strength she had.

"Master!"

There it was! Zanhmere waited to hear that all day. Trinity hugged him tightly. Zanhmere glanced down at the girl he so adored.

Missiva saw his hand open with the eyes though. Oh no, he can't give her those! The woman thought to her self. If she let this continue her punishment would be most severe. She ran forward and grabbed the eyes and back up quickly bowing.

"Please, my Lord . I must speak to you."

She tried to speak quickly before he could strike her. Zanhmere grunted and gave her a stern growl. He knew there must be some reason, concerning human ways, that she did that. He stepped away from Trinity and motioned Missiva to follow him

"Master?"

"Stay there, Trinity." He spoke lovingly to her. "I must speak with Missiva for a moment."

Missiva cringed at the secret undertone of his voice but followed obediently.

They were just out of earshot of Trinity before he stopped. He slowly turned and growled at the trembling woman. "Explain thyself, human woman , before I let the soul eaters feast on you."

"Master, please. I did not mean any disrespect. It would have been more disrespectful for me not to do what I did, for my punishment would be worse if I let you do this."

"And what exactly is wrong with my gift?"

"She is a living, breathing human, my Lord. It is very, VERY disturbing to have eyeballs handed to you as a gift to us humans. She would have screamed in horror and run from you, Master. So you see , I would not be serving you well if I would have let it happen. She would have been scared of you and perceived you as a monster. I know you do not wish her to perceive you in that manner. Please have mercy on me, my Lord. I am but your humble servant."

"Hm." Zanhmere grabbed the eyes from her and looked at them. He saw nothing wrong with them, but he was a demon. He knew nothing of the human psyche except how to terrorize it. "Go clean up."

He left it at that and walked back to Trinity. The two eyes were popped into his mouth like treats as he muttered. "Note to self. Run gifts by Missiva FIRST before giving them to Trinity."

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