The Master of Darkness sat in his
throne, gazing about the dark room, torch lights flickering from the
twisted chandeliers above. His eyes wandered about, noticing the
black spires in the corners of the room with thorns that could
destroy all that touched them in an instant. A smirk began to form
on his lips as he looked down to the floor, his favorite lover
settling by his feet. He couldn't help but notice the way she leaned
up against his throne, tendrils of golden brown hair tumbling down
her back. He reached out with ghostly pale fingers, stroking the
soft strands and listening to her mewl in pleasure. It brought a joy
to his heart knowing she wouldn't abandon him, no matter the
circumstance.
"My Lord, do you wish for company?"
She asked, her voice sweet as honey while looking at him with lust
in her eyes.
"As much as I would enjoy that my
sweet, I have something to attend to first." He replied, gently
stroking her cheek before leaning in and planting a delicate kiss on
her forehead.
He rose from his seat, effortlessly
gliding down the steps that lead up to his throne, his robes
cascading behind him. He traveled down dimly lit hallways to his
office, the door opening with creaking hinges. With a frown hearing
the sound he entered and closed the huge wooden door, sauntering up
to his desk before settling in his leather chair. Sifting through
the papers sitting on top, he found the documents he was searching
for along with his favorite quill before beginning the long tedious
paperwork. He wasn't exempt from it just because he was a ruler of
Hell.
A loud knock interrupted his work and he
groaned before calling out, "Who are you and what is your
business?"
The door creaked open once more,
revealing one of his many messengers. They were always small female
demons with little curved black horns donning their heads among their
stark black hair. They dressed in tattered dark clothing with black
shoes that curled up at the toes, a stark contrast to that of their
pale skin. They had dark, tattered translucent wings that seemed to
complete the ensemble. He studied over the little girl with an
unimpressed look at being bothered. However, he knew better than to
turn her message down; the last time he had done so, most everything
went to ruins and he still hadn't recovered from the damage.
"Sorry to bother you Your Majesty,
but I do carry an important message." She bowed in respect,
keeping her gaze off him.
"What do you have to say little
one?" He wondered.
"Well, we just received a new wish…
it'd be great for bartering a soul." She grinned wickedly,
showing off all her pointed teeth. She may be new to the job, but
she always enjoyed hearing things of this nature.
"Oh? What is the case with this
one?" He asked, intrigued.
The Master rose out of his seat with a
grin of his own. He thoroughly enjoyed when a human wished for
something that could result in eternal damnation over a trifle manner
that could be resolved without doing so. The little demon girl
looked up at him briefly before lacing her fingers together behind
her back, kicking her foot in the air in a bashful manner.
"She would like to be popular...
and get revenge on those that bully her." She answered.
"A female this time eh? Ooh, all
the better. I could make her into one of my hand maidens when she's
finished with her revenge business… this will work out well. Would
you be so kind as to fetch my son Lyulf for me? This shall prove his
mettle since he can't seem to accomplish anything else in life."
He muttered the last half to himself, sighing upon thinking of his
son.
The Master loved Lyulf with all his
heart, but he couldn't deny he was a failure. After all the hundreds
of missions he had sent Lyulf on, he always managed to fail. This
was his last chance to succeed before being banished to the world
above. The little demon girl bowed and left the room quickly, going
in search of his son, wondering where he could possibly be located.
"Lyulf!" She called out
frantically as she hovered above the ground in search of him.
Lyulf lazily looked up upon hearing his
name being hollered. He lounged about on a bench in the wilted
courtyard with a novel in his hand. Stretching his wings out, he
popped his body since he had become stiff from sitting there so long.
As he eyed the girl, he quickly became disinterested.
"What in the world do you want?"
He asked, letting a yawn out.
"Master would like for you to meet
him in his office Lyulf. It's the utmost important." She
replied.
"Oh Goddess, don't tell me he's
reprimanding me for doing something wrong again." He sighed.
"No, he has a task for you to
accomplish sir." She answered, poking her index fingers
together. She didn't quite like him as much as The Master.
"A task? God above is he trying to
kill me?" Lyulf muttered, rising from the bench and dusting
himself off.
"I just deliver the news sir."
She replied with a shrug, flying off for her next task.
Lyulf rolled his eyes and left the
courtyard with his book in tow, trying to remember the quickest way
to get to his father's office. He didn't care to be there in a
moment's notice since he didn't want to put up with his father's
wrath. He was tired of the conundrums that he faced with his father
and a small portion of him admitted that he was going to enjoy going
and performing this mission.
When he arrived at the door and knocked,
he received the same greeting the little demon girl had. "It's
Lyulf Father." He called, rolling his eyes in annoyance.
"Lyulf, come in my son. I have an
important task for you." The Master answered.
Unbeknownst to Lyulf, he was grinning
with malice, looking forward to the turnout of this new project.
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